so today was daylight savings time. spring forward. right. i'll get right on that. have i mentioned my sleep disorder and lack of compliance? thought so. today was tough.
but no worries, barb, my race buddy and i had run the race route twice in the past week...including yesterday. there are some tough hills in somerville...and clearly running the near-entire route yesterday after running inside all winter was a dumb idea. clearly i've not been running enough inclines either. i was exhausted right from the start.
so it was a dreary day here in somerville/boston. a few sprinkles in the sky but not enough to worry about. and its been warm enough to melt the 5-9' tall mountains of ice on the corners of streets and on the sidewalks so the roads were dry - pot-holey, but dry. ras na heirann is a race based of a running event in ireland where events are run in over 14 divisions. in boston that means wear green, wear a pint of beer on your head as a hat, dress like a leprechaun, and post-race find a pub with a craic and have fun! this race is sponsored by the same people who ran the jingle bell 5k in december...so i've run this route before. and usually its a good time.
the race itself is only tough in that the hills are KILLER...it makes me wonder when/if i ever qualify for the boston marathon what the famed "heartbreak hill" is really like. boston marathoners train for heartbreak hill in my somerville neighborhood...perhaps i should have followed their lead to prep for this race! its not really a case of what goes up must come down...you go up and stay up...there's very little down!
anyway, barb's not really been training like i have. and i've been out of the gym for two weeks due to a cold and then a work training schedule so i was a little out of it. a good match i think. she popped some lady gaga in her ears and i forgot my headphones (last time it was gloves...ugh) so just listened to the bagpipes and pounding of pavement and gasping for breath that was apparently my breathing (...hmmm). i kept barb going and she kept me going. we would stop so she could stretch her peroneus longus tendon/calf (the girl NEEDS to buy new kicks with some serious arch support!) which was fine...and she would tell me to go ahead of her, but i stuck by her side.
at the last hill where you have a slight slope down to the running path that leads to the end of the race, i yelled "dig deep girl - we can do this!" to which she replied "thanks! you're right! but i think i could dance a 5k faster than i can run one!" and everyone around us had a good laugh, because she WAS dancing - and running! so funny! and then she had to walk, and she said to go go go and i did did did - it was like a minute or two to the finish line.
i came in 100/106 in my weight class, and 4798/5112. 39:48. 12:49 min/mile. not my best, but i wasn't last, and i wasn't in an ambulance (that's why my mom said - thanks mom!) barb came in 4846.
BUT THEN - as we walked the path to the post-race party/pub crawl (harpoon sponsored) it occurred to me we didn't get a medal...so we walked back towards the finish but only to find out THEY RAN OUT OF MEDALS!! i'm sorry, WHAAAT? i mean, i know its only a 5k and that i didn't place by any means, but excuse me, if they're going to send me emails 2-3 times a week about post-race activities and a PICTURE OF THIS YEAR'S MEDAL you better f*ing believe i'm going to be P*ssed that they ran out! they KNOW that this race sells out every year! they KNOW that there's a 5,000 person capacity. they KNOW that the runners expect it since its their signature (its a bottle opener/medal) with all the pubs that sponsor the post-race event - from davis sq to union sq to inman sq to porter sq to sullivan sq to harvard sq - its a BIG deal.
so although it was a fine race, and although i finished, i don't know that i'll participate in another race by these folks again. the route could be changed up. they could offer water post-race. and they could order enough medals for the finishers IF THEY SAY ALL FINISHERS GET A MEDAL! bah!
post-race i felt like a sloth. barb and i ate some eggs and toast and hit trader joe's and the entire car ride i was thinking how much i just wanted to no longer be vertical. my shins were on fire and my hip flexors hurt with every move. and then came the migraine. i napped for about 2 1/2 hours post race and guzzled more h20 than i could count...but my brain is still out of it.
nothing a shamrock shaped medal that doubles as a bottle opener couldn't fix...