After my first race I had only two goals: start at the right time and stay on the course. And I am extremely happy to report I achieved both of these goals!
As for the race itself…well…it kind of sucked. The relay was a whopping 4 miles total. And each leg turned out to be two laps around not much more than a Target store. My calves were still sore from Friday. I didn’t get enough sleep the night before. I wasn’t hydrated. And my breakfast didn’t sit well with me.
I was still hoping to finish in under 15 minutes and ended up running 2.02 miles in 15:13. I blame that 0.02 on the girl who played defense. I went to pass her on her left and she moved to the left. So I went to pass her on her right, and she BLOCKED ME AGAIN! I would give her the benefit of the doubt and say she wasn’t aware that I was trying to pass her, but she kept turning around and looking at me!
Don’t worry, I eventually got around her. But I did almost have to body check her in the process. I wanted to send her to timeout and give her a lecture on race etiquette. Seriously. Who does that?!
We also happened to be the only female-female relay team.
This didn’t really bother us, but one of the race coordinators actually asked Kelsea, “What are you doing here?!” when she lined up with the men for leg two. She told him she was a man.
But enough with the negativity! I drowned all my race sorrows in copious amounts of Sonoma wine with Jason, Kelsea and her boyfriend after the race. It was marvelous.