6:30am: breakfast is digesting (peanut butter on whole wheat toast, if you really wanted to know) and we're waiting for my dad to pick us up (us being me and the hubby).
7:30am: arrive at the race finish line to pick up our packets. Skullcandy earbuds in bag. Sweet! Rain has stopped but it is chilly (in the 40's).
8am: race director talks about the cause and thanks everyone for coming out. Then we are divided into the 5K groups and 10K groups and lead to our different starting lines. Different, but whatever.
8:08am: horn sounds and me and my dad start. The hubby is running the 5K.
So the route for the race is along the outside of a park in downtown Salt Lake City. The 5K goes around 2 times and the 10K goes around 4 times. It was pretty boring, but nice at the same time. It was totally flat which made me really like it.
The rain stayed away for the entire race and on the second lap, I had to peel off my rain jacket and throw it on the trunk of the car as we ran past it. That was kind of fun, since I knew that when the hubby was done with his race, he would go to the car and get the camera and put our jackets away (instead of throwing it on the ground and hoping no body walked off with it).
Lap 3, I had to warn the hubby that I was coming past him (he wasn't paying attention and still putting the jackets away and grabbing the camera) - I always clap to get his attention so that I don't have to waste breath yelling at him. He snapped a photo and I was on my last time around. I would see him again in about 12 minutes.
(No, my stomach isn't as weird looking as that, I had a support belt wrapped around me - the baby decided to push all of my innards up and out on Friday, so I've got a nice little pooch now.)
For the entire race, my dad and I had stayed within 10 yards of each other and as my "finish line" song came on my iPod, I hit the gas. I thought for sure that my dad would keep up with me (he always does - actually, he usually BEATS me in every race that we run together). But I ended up coming in almost exactly a minute ahead of him. I picked off a few girls that had been in front of me the whole race in those last 3 minutes and as I turned off the "loop" to the finish line area, I really took off. I'm pretty sure I made one girl mad by saying, "Race ya!" as I sprinted past in the last 15 yards of the race.
Hubby was there to cheer for me with his sister and her husband, who also ran the 5K. The finish sprint picture didn't turn out. Totally blurry. I guess I'm just too fast for the camera to catch me.
Finish time: 1:00:23 on Garmin and Garmin said that I ran 6.44. Official time said 1:00:48. 11th in my age group. 23rd overall. This was another small race (about 350 runners in both the 5K and 10K). Small races are more fun for me... I like finishing within the top 25, it makes me feel special.
P.S. The hubby is fast and came in 3rd in his age group.