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I couldn’t get any more local than this half marathon. The race started about a block from my house, so I LOVED the fact that I didn’t need to get up early. This race has been going on for many years as well, and from what I heard it was very organized. They get a lot of volunteers because the volunteers get T-shirts, and the t-shirts say “Dam Volunteer” and people get a kick out of it. I bought us tickets for the potato bake, but I wasn’t very impressed- won’t be doing that ever again! The race was very small and started at the park. It was a little congested because the line to get across the starting line curved, because it was right on the corner of the street. It was weird. I don’t know why they couldn’t have started the race straight. Weird. I’ll admit, for a race that’s been going on for a while, they don’t quite have the aid stations down yet. They told us we’d have aid stations every two miles starting at mile 3….well, the first aid station wasn’t until mile 6. So, I took my first Shot Block around mile 2, since I was already needing a boost, and there was no water. My stomach did not like that. I’ve learned my lesson---start running with a running belt during races. I can’t really complain a lot about the course itself, since I knew dang well what it would be. 9-10 miles of running uphill. I now know what my parents meant about walking to school uphill both ways. The race was a loop, but for some reason we were running uphill almost the entire race. I wasn’t feeling it. I saw my husband and yelled “what the heck? When do I start going downhill?” Even though I KNEW exactly when since I ran the course several times prior. Good heavens it was hard. Upside was the weather was beautiful. Cool, crisp, but not too cold. Sun didn’t start to shine until after the race, when we needed the warmth. One thing I wasn’t so sure about, is that there was a crop duster spraying the potato fields while we were running. I was fearful that I would inhale some gases and then drop dead on the side of the road from the fumes. But, I’ll admit it was pretty cool to almost get hit by a plane. Kind of exhilarating. The last part of the race I ran on the street next to my house and I wanted to stop, but I figured “Hey, I’m on the downhill portion, just keep busting”. The t-shirts were a cool design, but the sizes weren’t very well described. The medals were pretty solid. And, best part is I was within walking distance to my house. Good times. Walked home, took a long nap. The end.
It's about time.
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