To summarize an extremely long story of how this all came to be: I was supposed to run the Get In Gear 10k (my first ever) in April, but my tendonitis was back with a vengeance. Some girlfriends who were meant to come into town for the Minnesota Half Marathon could not, so I went Up North to the cabin instead.
Not a bad deal, people. Not a bad deal.
When I run at the cabin, I run in town for a host of reasons, largest of them being the fact that Dru Sjodin is buried about a half mile away from our cabin and if that’s not a terrible reminder of the bad shit that can happen to women, I do not know what is.
So anyway, Mom and I drove into town together because she was going to hit the pool and swim while I was doing my long run. As we made the turn toward the hotel-turned-townie pool club, we saw handmade signs advertising a 5k/10k.
And as we pulled into the parking lot, we found this situation. Hello, race course.
I filled out my first ever race-day registration blank.
(yes, that is still A Thing)
And grabbed my bib.
I think we have all come to understand at this point that most all of my racing decisions are made impulsively. Go with the flow and all that.
I spent most of the time before the race…running, but I couldn’t help myself when I saw this scene laid out in front of me. I just want y’all to take a look at the four porta potties they made available to the 300-ish runners participating in the 5k and 10k.
That is TWO MORE POTTIES than my corral for the Paris Marathon. God, we were basically in the lap of luxury.
This road was our start corral.
The actual start line was a pair of cones.
Kindly a mother and daughter from Cloquet obliged my request for a snap. I felt like it was important to commemorate this Important Moment in my running career.
After a bit of spoken word announcing (including directions on how to properly follow the course), we were off.
This was approximately 1.5 miles into the race. The first mile was a loop and then we set to the rest of the course.
And, of course, we went over the dam and the bridge crossing the Pine River, which, leads directly down to our lake.
To summarize everything between Mile 1.5 and the end of the race: I tailed a pair of runners for the entirety of the race, which was nice because I had no real pace goal beyond running sub-10:00 minute miles. We ran on an open road for Miles 1.5-3, which was just festive as all get out. My legs felt bricked most of the time and they had water stops at Miles 3 and 5.
Mom asked me how long I thought it would take to finish the race, so that she could be at the finish line. I mean, it was sort of a big day.
I teased her more than a little bit afterward about the fact that I had tricked her in coming to yet another one of my finish lines. But I really did look forward to seeing her there.
My final time was 57:08.
These people did not skimp on the post-run snacks either – there were bunches of bananas, too many varieties of juice and Gatorade to count and most importantly, these beauties.
The sprinkle-a-day-diet is going strong people. Related: If you get the chance to stop by Reed’s in Crosslake, they really do have a good thing going on where their maple-frosted donuts are concerned. My Word.
And then, just for kicks, there was this shell I plucked up in the lake while I was actioning yet another White Trash Ice Bath.