Did Amy mention the snow? Yeah. There was a lot of it. But the snow was okay, it was the inch deep layer of slush UNDER the snow that really got to your feet.
My wife loves me. A lot. She was ready to drive to Cottage Grove at 20 miles an hour, but saw that I was disappointed that we weren’t running the race. I wasn’t looking forward to doing it, but I really wanted to have done it.
It was going to be my first “official” (that is to say, chip-timed) race. A lot of people come (500 or so last year), so it’s a very different type of event than the Winsted race was. I had not trained much over the last few very busy months, so I wasn’t expecting to do great, anyway. But, when you add in crazy conditions, that somehow made it something bigger than just a race — a day to remember. I REALLY wanted to be able to look back at this point in our lives and know that we ran this 5K even though it was probably pretty ridiculous to do so.
Anyway, the actual race:
It was cold out. The wind was coming hard from the north, and it made waiting for the race to start pretty uncomfortable. So much so, in fact, that almost 200 people were huddled in a big clump out of the wind by the building until the organizers finally called us all over to the starting line. The gun went off, but it actually took us a few seconds to realize it. Almost nobody shot off at the start. Oh, a few people did, but most of the rest of the group took off slow and took advantage of the trail left by the eager folks up front. It took a bit for people to squeeze around each other to get into the right place in the pack, but Amy called back to me, and encouraged me to follow her to a place in the line where we could maintain a challenging pace for me (and probably a pretty painfully slow pace for her…)
The first half-mile or so was okay, but then we started a LOOOOOOOONG (1/2 mile or so) hill, most of which was headed into the wind and snow. It felt a little like someone throwing tiny snowballs at your face. We all had to keep our heads down, watching the feet of those in front of us so we wouldn’t get faces full of snow. I remember watching Amy’s feet and being grateful that she was there.
By the 2nd mile, we were heading perpendicular to the wind, with it hitting us on our left sides. Apparently, the front folks had sorted themselves out too, by then, because what had started out as 3 or 4 trails settled down into 2 packed-down paths with only one being available at some points. As a result, a big group of us ran in single-file, keeping pretty much the same speed. With my poor training, I would have probably gone a little slower if it hadn’t been for Amy calling back to me to make sure I was still there. That was enough encouragement to keep me trying to catch up.
The final mile curved around quite a bit, weaving through a bunch of ball fields. The terrain there was a little bit rougher — the leaders had lost the sidewalk a few times, and the trail they left behind ended up angled or deep in mud, but Amy was still there ahead of me, warning me to watch out when the going got tough.
She knew the course, having run it once before, and as we neared the final curve, she warned me that we were going to sprint the last bit. I yelled back “no, I’m not” or something to that effect. We came around the corner, only to discover that since the course was now certified, it had been lengthened. We had to run back down part of the beginning of the track and do a u-turn back up a hill before heading to the finish line. Very dispiriting, but I pushed myself to catch up with Amy on the way back up that hill.
We didn’t sprint, but we did speed up a bit, and came in with a time of 39:20, for an average pace of 12:37.
All in all, it was a pretty tough run. I owe Amy for finishing it as quickly as I did. It was hard, but she kept pulling me on.
We ended the race proud of what we did. For what it’s worth, we also ended the race about 30 pounds heavier in water weight (my gloves alone felt like they weighed 10 pounds each, with the snow they had soaked up). It was fun. Well, not so much fun in the doing, but in the having done.
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