Say Grace 5K – Race Report

I made someone cry during this race. I hope it’s not the last time it happens, but I hope it’s the last time I make this certain person cry at a race. I made Brown, my little runner man, cry. I’ll explain.

I hadn’t run a fast race in a while and I was feeling the itch. I shared this idea with Daddy Man who encouraged me to head closer to the front of the pack. I waved him off and said I would just start with them. He assumed that meant I had decided to not go fast and just stay with them. Well…I guess I changed my mind about half a mile into the race and I turned the jets on. I kept a steady 10min/mile pace for the last portion of the race and tried to sprint to the end but I was out of gas. It just wasn’t my day. I crossed the finish line in a little over 32 minutes (31:39 is my PR), grabbed a bottle of water, and found a spot to watch my boys and Mom finish. I figured they were only a couple of minutes behind me. I waited…and waited. Finally I saw Mom. She finished in a little over 35 minutes. Then I saw my guys. Daddy Man had a scowl on his face and Brown just looked crestfallen. Uh oh.

When I took off, Brown tried to stay with me and couldn’t. Daddy Man said he just fell apart. He walked a lot. His usually 11min/mile pace was non-existent. When I found them on the other side of the finish line, he looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, “Mom, I thought you were going to run with me.” Heartbroken.

I made him a promise that I would run the rest of the races this year with him. I don’t need to run fast. I don’t need to push my pace. I will run with my son, who makes running fun every single time. My little runner man in his new Brooks Pureflows, just like Daddy Man’s shoes.

Of course, a blueberry muffin and a Double Gobble medal around his neck perked Brown right up. We all got Double Gobble medals for completing the Turkey Trot and the Say Grace 5K.

After the run, we all went home, got Thanksgiving dinner in the oven, and tucked in for a well deserved big meal.

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Turkey Trot 2 Mile – Race Report

One word – Brrrrrrr….

I’ve been running seriously for six months now. Every season is new to me. Summer was good. Long hours to run. Daddy Man was on summer break, so childcare wasn’t an issue. The heat was sometimes an issue, but running earlier in the day was usually good. Fall was awesome. Perfect temperatures. Beautiful scenic views. My already favorite time of year got even better. Winter….brrrrrr….. I’m still learning how to dress. Sometimes I get it right, sometimes I don’t. I think I did pretty good at the 39th annual Turkey Trot in Wichita. This is what I wore for the 2 mile run.

  • Underwear. Victoria’s Secret seamless Pink hipsters. If you have to wear underwear, these are great.
  • C9 fleece-lined running tights from Target
  • Boot-cut compression pants from Old Navy
  • Two pairs of my running socks
  • C9 basic tank from Target
  • C9 fleece-lined long sleeve running turtleneck top
  • Quarter-zip fleece pullover from Old Navy that I bought the day before as a splurge item at $12. Best $12 I’ve spent in a while. That thing saved me from freezing my booty off!
  • My new Saucony wind mittens that my awesome sister-in-law sent as an early Christmas gift.
  • fleece-lined headband

That’s a lot of stuff for a small 2-mile run. But I ended up being on the course for 30 minutes, so the extra layers were welcome. I didn’t PR, but my 4 year old did. Blue ran with me! My tiny little man ran 2 miles! I was so proud of him. He took maybe three 30 second walk breaks. And it wasn’t until about 1.7 miles into it that he admitted to being tired and asking how much further. But once he saw the finish line, he took off and finished with a smile.

The Turkey Trot had an extra bonus this year. The first 2000 registered runners got a coupon from a free Honeysuckle White turkey that we picked up at the finish line. Daddy Man, Brown and I were all registered, so we brought home three birds. When I heard about the turkeys, I envisioned small 8-10lbs turkeys. Oh no…these suckers are each over 15lbs! I’ve never cooked a whole turkey before. I guess I have three chances now to perfection my method.

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The best finish photo yet!

Mustache Dash 5K – Race Report

The mustache obsession is sweeping the nation. I don’t really understand it, but I will gladly participate in it. I will admit to drawing a mustache on the outside of my and my sons’ pointer fingers and taking silly pictures, collapsing in giggles. It’s funny.

Add running with mustaches, and you’ve got something that I would find VERY fun. So naturally when I heard about the Mustache Dash 5K, put on by the KC Running Company, I signed up immediately. I’m not sure if they assigned bibs based on when you signed up or by last name, but I was number 2 and Daddy Man was number 3. I secretly pretended I was a professional athlete at Kona for the entire race…ok…not really.

My mom signed up as well, being the badass grandmother runner that she is. She found pink mustaches in the toy section of our supermarket. Pink mustaches = Tough Girl Tutu! It was the first race in my tutu and it made it that much more fun. I might have to get a Christmas themed race tutu for our December races.

I decided to run with Mom during this race. Mom does not claim to be a runner. She likes to think of herself as a cyclist with a wogging hobby. Wog = the hybrid of running and jogging. Jogging is an evil word…I don’t think jogging. I like running. I digress.

Daddy Man’s brother ended up running with us as well. A true family affair. He was in town from NY for his and Daddy Man’s uncle’s funeral the day before. Funerals are sad and death is depressing, but seeing family that we don’t see often is always a good thing.

Daddy Man, Daddy Man’s Brother, and Brown take off and kept a steady 11 min pace. Mom and I held closer to a 12 min pace. She walked a couple places and I shuffled along side her. Mom can walk FAST. The course was fun. It circled the Old Town district in Wichita and did the small loop around Exploration Place.

I ended up crossing the finish line in just over 35 minutes, about 30 seconds ahead of Mom and about a minute behind Daddy Man, Daddy Man’s Brother, and Brown. A nice Saturday morning run for yours truly. And very enjoyable because I got to do it wearing a tutu and a pink mustache.

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Our mustache’d crew!

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Blue got to hang with Pa (my dad) while the rest of us ran. Those two are cut from the same cloth. They went to McDs for breakfast “beedos” (burritos). And then got donuts from Flying Donuts for us to enjoy post race.