Race Recap
So, there I was, at work on the web, looking at the numbers 82 and 60. 82 degrees and 60% humidity expected during my 3.5mile trek to Kenmore Square from the Boston Commons...and back. I new I needed to hydrate myself, so I gulped glass after glass of water and bottle after bottle of powerade. I believe I was the first man EVER to issue this statement to a co-worker, "I feel bloated." Yes, pussy. So, I ate my normal sandwiches and had my normal snacks and then got ready to take a shuttle van from South Boston, all the way to the Boston Commons.
When there, we hike to our 'meeting spot.' All, sorry, MOST other teams are well constructed - matching shirts, shorts, even headbands. I wore a navy blue shirt (but very breathable, thank you underarmour - WE MUST PROTECT THIS HOUSE!), my co-worker, a white shirt and some others mixed and matched. But then we got our team shirts. Remember, bright sunshine, 80+ degrees, humid. keep that in mind. Our tees come out of the box and they are... black. not black, but black black. I muttered to myself, "darkness, everybody, daaaaarkness!" Nonetheless, some wore them, I threw it in my bag. After 2 piss breaks, I was back with the group, downing water and getting ready to line up. I was with a former co-worker, who I thought ran fast, but I was wrong.
We started out in a pack of people and I had to stop running at three different points during the race, all on the front leg. Bummer. On the way back, I was golden. Prefontaine. Brace-less Forrest Gump. Call me what you want. I was flying. Until I tripped. No, but that would be funny, right? Anyway, too make a long story short, I get to the finish line at 30:38.
30:38 and I estimated that I could've pulled a sub 28 run if I was up front and not in traffic, possibly a sub 27 time. Not sure, but I am almost positive my slowing down cost me precious minutes. Oh well, it was fun. As I crossed the finish line, I wanted nothing but water. I passed a fire hydrant that was rigged with a sprayer. I thought it was a quick spray, but no. I was soaked from head to toe, along with a slight smell of ass. I got my free t-shirt from the sponsor and pen (a pen, oh yeah). I make my way to the company meeting space, and we all reminisce about our experience while we are dying of heat exhaustion.
Best Moment: Hearing someone scream, "man down! man down!" during the early stages of the race. Story is that someone tripped and landed on their face. Good job. Last time I checked, the road was flat and no moguls were present, champion.
Best Moment (runner up): finishing the race and not passing out. Now that I know I can do this, I will try to make this a regular summer routine this year. I will try to do 5 of these, as long as they are for a good cause.
Worst Moment: smelling like ass and grabbing a beer with the team after we were done. Not good.
Worst Moment (runner up): walking through that 'mist' from the fire hydrant. I now have a new fear.
So, to recap, I started in the Commons, ran 3.5 miles, and ended up in the same exact spot. Pointless.
When there, we hike to our 'meeting spot.' All, sorry, MOST other teams are well constructed - matching shirts, shorts, even headbands. I wore a navy blue shirt (but very breathable, thank you underarmour - WE MUST PROTECT THIS HOUSE!), my co-worker, a white shirt and some others mixed and matched. But then we got our team shirts. Remember, bright sunshine, 80+ degrees, humid. keep that in mind. Our tees come out of the box and they are... black. not black, but black black. I muttered to myself, "darkness, everybody, daaaaarkness!" Nonetheless, some wore them, I threw it in my bag. After 2 piss breaks, I was back with the group, downing water and getting ready to line up. I was with a former co-worker, who I thought ran fast, but I was wrong.
We started out in a pack of people and I had to stop running at three different points during the race, all on the front leg. Bummer. On the way back, I was golden. Prefontaine. Brace-less Forrest Gump. Call me what you want. I was flying. Until I tripped. No, but that would be funny, right? Anyway, too make a long story short, I get to the finish line at 30:38.
30:38 and I estimated that I could've pulled a sub 28 run if I was up front and not in traffic, possibly a sub 27 time. Not sure, but I am almost positive my slowing down cost me precious minutes. Oh well, it was fun. As I crossed the finish line, I wanted nothing but water. I passed a fire hydrant that was rigged with a sprayer. I thought it was a quick spray, but no. I was soaked from head to toe, along with a slight smell of ass. I got my free t-shirt from the sponsor and pen (a pen, oh yeah). I make my way to the company meeting space, and we all reminisce about our experience while we are dying of heat exhaustion.
Best Moment: Hearing someone scream, "man down! man down!" during the early stages of the race. Story is that someone tripped and landed on their face. Good job. Last time I checked, the road was flat and no moguls were present, champion.
Best Moment (runner up): finishing the race and not passing out. Now that I know I can do this, I will try to make this a regular summer routine this year. I will try to do 5 of these, as long as they are for a good cause.
Worst Moment: smelling like ass and grabbing a beer with the team after we were done. Not good.
Worst Moment (runner up): walking through that 'mist' from the fire hydrant. I now have a new fear.
So, to recap, I started in the Commons, ran 3.5 miles, and ended up in the same exact spot. Pointless.
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