The Great Gobble Wobble was the second race in the Chilly Willy Run Series and I was actually pretty excited about it since the temperature at race time was predicted to be around 50 degrees - and maybe some light rain, but really...50 degrees in late November is nothing short of miraculous! Mr. R&R handled packet pick up for all three of us on Wednesday afternoon and once again, I was a little disappointed with the cotton t-shirt. I was, however, amused as hell by the saying on the back of the shirt 'All About That Baste'.
On Thursday morning, I woke up feeling a little iffy after 2 beers the night before, but figured it wasn't a big deal. We picked my mom up around 8am and headed for the race site while doing the usual coffee/water/Clif Bar (getting harder to choke these things down) on the way. We parked and my stomach got ugly - really ugly. Ugh. Not how I really wanted to start the day - and not a good omen for things to come. After that unplanned adventure, I went back to the car, put on my race belt, gloves, etc., and got on with the business of a short warm up run and lots of stretching since every muscle in my body felt tight.
I haven't really run at all since the day after the 'Stache Dash and since my stomach was a hot mess, I wasn't really expecting much from myself. My mom asked Mr. R&R and I how we thought we'd do and he said: 25-ish minutes. I said I expected around 29 minutes (because I really hate running over 30 minutes in a standalone 5k). She figured it would take her just under an hour to walk the 5k course, so I said that as soon as I finished, I'd take off my number, turn around, and start walking back to find her.
|I really suck at taking selfies|
I had no idea what was coming on the course since I've never run in that part of town before. The first third of a mile was downhill, so I found myself running in the mid-7 to mid-8 minute range. Far too fast, but at least I wasn't dodging people. Naturally, what goes down, must go up and the course headed up a steep hill, so my pace leveled off quickly. I was comfortably uncomfortable - if that makes any sense. I tried not to look at my watch too much and focused on making sure I was breathing well. Mile 1 clicked by in a very speedy (for me) 9:03.
I fell in next to a guy and used him as a pace rabbit for a little while before he fell off my shoulder. I pressed on up and down the hills. Each uphill started feeling harder and each downhill started feeling shorter. And my stomach was starting to get iffy again. I walked through the water station about half way through and then picked it up again. Mile 2 was considerably slower at 9:38. Just past the Mile 2 marker, my stomach started cramping. I started taking short walk breaks through the worst of them and then did my best to come back up to a reasonable pace. My Garmin data shows that when I was actually running, my pace was in the low to mid 9-minute range, so if I'd felt decent, I think I would have been really pleased with my splits. Those damn walking breaks messed it up!
Finally, around the 2.5 mile mark, there was a monstrous looking hill. I was tired and feeling like crap, so that thing friggin' looked like Mt. Everest. In the picture below, it's where the course separates from the straight line. I could see walkers still streaming down the hill leading to the "tail" and heard an ear-splitting whistle that I know very well - it was my mom. I jogged over to make sure she was okay before walking up part of Mt. Everest with my evil stomach cramps.
About half way up the hill, I'd had enough of my stupid stomach and the bullshit voice telling me I couldn't run, so I gritted my teeth and decided that there would be no more walking. I was running this damn thing to the end. I brought it back down to the mid-9's and kept telling myself that as long as I kept running, it'd be over sooner. The course leveled out and the assistant race director was standing at the top of the hill directing people around a corner. Imagine my surprise when the finish line was right in front of me! The course was short! I did my best to haul ass to the line and be done.
|Borrowed from the race's Facebook page|
As I walked back along the course, I started getting really cold and then it started raining. I felt bad for everyone still on the course (and a little bummed that I wasn't in a dry, toasty warm building waiting for results). I spotted my mom at the base of the Mt. Everest hill and decided to just wait for her about half way up it since I wasn't really feeling the idea of having to drag my ass up that thing twice! She was red, sweaty, and tired. I tried to motivate her by telling her that the course was short and all she had to do was make it just past the top of the hill and it would all be over. This seemed to cheer her up a little and when we made the final turn together, I scurried ahead to get a picture of her finishing before heading inside to find Mr. R&R and the official results.
There was a pretty fierce crowd around the results table, so I squeezed in between some dudes and made my way back to Mr. R&R to let him know that I had finished 7/18 in my age group - and that we had to stay for awards because he was 2nd in his age group! I think the only thing better than winning an age group award of my own was watching him get one.
We collected my mom, jumped in the car, and headed home - with a stop at Starbucks! Once we got home, it was 'all about that baste'. I tossed the turkey in the oven, took a shower, and spent the rest of the time before dinner feeling far more worn out than I should have. I also got to deliver some good news to my mom when she arrived for dinner later in the day: she was 3rd in her age group! I'm not sure if they'll give her an age group award since she entered the 'Walk Division', but still, in an age group of 5, she was still 3rd! Her results didn't post until after we were already home, otherwise we would have stayed for the female age group awards.
I will definitely do the Gobble Wobble again next Thanksgiving. The course was really challenging. The race was well managed. And I really want to see how I do on that course when when I'm not battling stomach issues.
Time: 28:09 (9:04/mile pace)*
Overall Place: 79/206
Gender Place: 34/128
Age Group Place: 7/18 (F35-39)
*Average pace was actually more like 9:23/mile since the course was short
**I'm currently in 3rd place in the F35-39 age group for the Chilly Willy Series.
Next Up: Last Call Half Marathon. This is likely to be a disaster because I haven't run a step over 7.5 miles in months!