Still, for it being windy, chilly, hilly, music-free, my first post-marathon race of any distance, and for having a skirt billowing behind me when I ran I felt pretty ok about my 24:23 time.
This had to be the most low-key, casual "race" ever. There might have been 25 people running, and it was the first time everyone hung around waiting for the last runner to come in. There was a water stop at the half way/turnaround point, but there were no mile splits (or mile markers for that matter) and while police manned a couple intersections to make sure we could get through, no streets or lanes were blocked off for us to run on. Good thing we were mostly residential streets, I guess.
Even so, for being more or less just a bunch of goofs running around in man skirts, it was a fun time. After it was over we were rewarded with donuts, coffee, and even pitchers of Guiness if we wanted them.
I'd do the race again, but I'd hope the organizers would try to publicize it a little more for some extra participation. Every man shoule feel the freedom of a running skirt. Ha.
Anyway, here's a picture of me in a kilt. I'm staring in the sun, and I'm trying to hide my glasses behind me. And it's not my good side. But then I'm not sure I have a good side:
Bleh, I know.
I love it!! Sounds like a really fun race!!
ReplyDeleteNice legs!
ReplyDeleteOK...I'm dying to know if your timing was better, running in a kilt...
ReplyDeleteWhere I wrote, "It was also kind of chilly and the course was kind of hilly..." I meant to write it was kind of windy and kind of hilly.
ReplyDeleteAmy: Based on the clarification above, the wind and hills had a far more profound effect on my timing than wearing a knee-length wool skirt, as surprising as that may seem, although it was a little disconcerting to see my shadow on the road clad in a skirt. :-)