Better late than never….
For those of you keeping track, no, this race was not actually on St. Patrick’s Day. It was, however, a perfect excuse for wearing an excessive amount of green all at the same time.
Like I wouldn’t normally. Right.
The day started out great. It was a nice morning, still a bit chilly, but not nearly as cold as it should be for early March. Only problem is, it didn’t stay that way. It kept getting colder. Guess it’s a good thing that I had recently gotten some Under Armour coldgear pants on clearance.
Race time was 6:00pm, and by then it was a lot more windy. And the wind was starting to screw with my costume.
This race is put on by M3S, so of course had pretty good race support. As a 4 mile distant, there was only 1 water stop, which was fine for me, and I’m guessing most everyone else. The course went through the neighborhoods around Kinsale Golf Club, and theoretically past some links. Apparently I was way to “in the zone” to notice those. I just saw houses and people.
I think that the coolest thing about this race was the number of people who were just hanging out in their driveways to cheer runners on. Or just to gawk. Could’ve gone either way. This celebration is a big deal for them, and there were people out at almost every house. That was kinda cool.
Wanna know what was not cool? Wearing pants that did not want to stay up. Pretty sure that falls under Big Girl Problems. To much pooch in the front + too much junk in the trunk = a constant battle just to not moon pretty much everyone. Between trying to keep my head bopper from being blown away and trying to not lose my drawers, it’s really a wonder that I was able to run at all. My apologies to anyone that was behind me.
But run I did. And even with my pants falling down, still managed a kick-ass PR:
47:26 total time 11:52 average pace
More than 5 minutes faster than my last 4 miler. Boom.
The other promising thing about this race is that there was an after party, including a live band. So after we finished our race, we got some food, got some beer, and waited.
And kept waiting. Because the band didn’t actually start until 8:30pm. Now this might not have been so bad, but there also wasn’t anywhere to sit. There were only about half a dozen tables in the party tent, and they were all occupied by the fast people and their families. I would have much rather they parked the Finish Line car outside and put up a few more tables. So to summarize, ran a PR, tired, sweaty, with no where to sit, and still another half hour to wait.
I love me a live band, but we just couldn’t do it. My shiny new PR would just have to be party enough.
Overall, a nice course, decent support, especially through the neighborhoods. My biggest complaint would be the after party. It was just too long after the race had finished, coupled with nowhere to sit. If I lived closer, it would’ve been better to go home, change clothes, and then come back for the party. As it was, we were all just too tired of waiting.