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Catch the Leprechaun Race Recap

Catch the  Leprechaun is a popular race held each year around, you guessed it, St. Patricks Day. Since the race is on a weeknight and a 40 minute drive, though, I’ve never raced it before. Luckily, this years’ race happened to fall on speed work night it was easier to justify the evening away.

The weather was calling for about 47 degrees, but a check in the morning revealed that it was also going to be windy. Like,  14 mph gusts windy. So, just in case, I packed 3 sets of clothes. (Hey, can’t say I wasn’t prepared). I left work wearing long sleeves and running tights. I arrived about 5:20 to pick up my number, confident I had chosen the right outfit. Walking to get my bib I was freezing. But when I left my car again to use the restroom, the wind had died down a bit and I got warmer. I discussed my options with 4 different people, because I guess I thought maybe they’d know my typical exercise body temperature enough to tell me if I should change (they didn’t). Upon my return to the car I made a last minute decision to change into my capris and the only t-shirt I had, the race shirt.

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Melissa and I ran a quick warm up, threw our jackets into the car and headed for the start where we found John and hung out around the front with him. With 5 minutes to spare we posed for a picture. 17310749_10103652319793728_1681813024_o

But the sun was directly in our faces so we turned around and tried again.

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Not much better. I just needed to grow about a foot to block the sun. Or maybe I should have had John stand in the middle. Hindsight.

Catching the Leprechaun is a little mis named, because in reality the person dressed as the Leprechaun waits until most of the group starts running and works his way up to the front. So really you’re trying to avoid HIM catching YOU.

I overshot my abilities at the last 5k, running 2 quick miles and then hitting a 3rd that was more than 15 seconds longer than the first two. So this time I aimed to see if I could run a steady 7:05.

Mile 1 (7:04)

The horn went off and the group began running. As always, I shot out too fast, saw my pace was at a 6:45 and started to slow down. That’s me, in the blue, looking pained. Note how the girl in front of me looks amazing. I hate her a little for that, but I caught up to and passed her before the end of the race so TAKE THAT RANDOM NICE LOOKING RACE PICTURE GIRL!

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But I digress. The first quarter mile included a small hill, but overall I felt ok pace wise.

Mile 2 (7:05)

I stayed pretty consistent through most of this mile, and not much to report here. But I felt better than I did in Mile 2 of Charlie Post and hoped this was a good sign for the rest of the race.

Mile 3 (7:12)

Just kidding. I’m not sure what happens when I hit mile 3, but my body is like “sorry honey, this isn’t happening”. I actually started out the mile in the 7:20’s and slowly (and PAINFULLY) increased it to a 7:18, then a 7:18 – back down to a 7:18, and finally up to a 7:12. It was the LONGEST MILE EVER. It was also (dammit) windy.

Last .15 (6:52)

Lord knows where it came from but I was able to kick it a bit faster to the end. I’m sure the downhill helped.

I crossed the finish line in 22:25 – 13 seconds slower than my last 5k. My average pace was exactly the same, but since the course ran longer of course it added time. Sucks because I actually tried to run the tangents this time. Still, I wasn’t disappointed given the wind and wasn’t sure how I’d perform 10 days after the half anyway.

Melissa and I took a pic with the Leprechaun (who did not catch up to me!), where I took a particularly awesome picture with my eyes closed.

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On the plus side I won 2nd in my age group and a couple of my speed work friends won something too, so we stood around freezing to death waiting for awards.

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Results

Race Time: 22:25 (7:06 average)

Overall: 65/734

Gender: 10/447

Age: 2/61

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I Run as Fast as a……(5k)

A couple of days ago I was working on figurative language with one of my kiddos. In trying to explain the concept, I gave him an example to fill in the blank, to see if he understood.

I run as fast as a ……”barefooted jackrabbit running through the desert!”

Maybe he DOES get it.

I ran my first post marathon race today – the first annual Ashley Ridge Foxtrot 5k, chosen mostly because of its’ proximity to my house. I talked running buddy Lynnsey into running this one with me.

we are awesome

I was more excited to learn that not only did I get a card for a free chick fil a chicken sandwich in my race packet, but that we also got a free chicken biscuit after the race. *drool*AND, the chick fil a cow was there. (yes, I love chick fil a)

The race itself was ok. It was three laps around the high school, part of it off road and I found it a bit hard to keep my footing. For the first race it was decently organized, and while I wasn’t super thrilled with the lap idea, the chicken biscuit made it totally worth it.

this is why we run

And of course, we had to get a picture with the cow

I am a cool kid

I am a cool kid too

We are in our late twenties going on ten.

The winner of the race was TWELVE, finishing in 18 minutes and 29 seconds.

I think he’s the jackrabbit.

I’m not complaining though. I haven’t hit my goal mark yet, but I was the third female to finish, won first in my age group, and PR’d at 22:11ish. Plus I won a free burrito at Moe’s during the raffle.

Run+friend+chickfila+PR+medal+future free Moe’s burrito + WIN.

I may not be a jackrabbit, but I get a medal!

Up next: Gift of Life 5k on February 25

Myrtle Beach Mini Marathon

Saturday

One of the reasons we had decided to go mini golfing while we were here was that the courses appeared to be much cooler than those at home.

They aren’t. They are just as lame. However, they do have some fun decorations

Sitting on a giant octopus

Aaaah! A shark!!

So there was that. Plus, I won.

We spent the rest of the day walking around Broadway at the Beach and eating at The Giant Crab, a ridiculously huge seafood buffet with an old running buddy as well as a friend of hers and her mother.

When we got back I laid out my clothes for the race:

I’m so not usually this coordinated. I wanted to wear my “I don’t go all the way” shirt for good luck, and while picking up my packet I bought the above pair of shorts and decided to try some Jelly Belly Sport Beans for this race. Typically I haven’t bothered with them for a half marathon but since I tend to hit a wall around mile 8 I decided to give it a go this time.

Zzzzzzzz

Sunday/Race Day

5:15am comes very early, by the way. In case you were wondering. Bryan drove me to my friends hotel and I rode with them to the start line. Pre-race entertainment included a staged knight fight on horses courtesy of the Midevil Times actors. I’d seen it last year and couldn’t see over all the people anyway, so whatever. I was sad at first because I wanted to be able to bring my phone to photo document some, but it turns out I didn’t miss anything anyway.

And we’re off.

The course itself is actually pretty boring. The scenic part comes at the end. Where last year I was so excited to be almost done that the scenery could have been a garbage pile and, aside from the smell, I wouldn’t have cared.

I was only a bit behind the 8:00 mile pace balloon to start off, so I decided that if I could at least keep the balloon in my sights I’d be guaranteed to finish under 1:50. While my ultimate goal is 1:45, my current PR is 1:53 and some change so I thought I’d take it step by stap.

Strangely, I felt pretty good for 90% of the race. I started to get tight leg muscles at mile 5 but luckily it never got worse. I hit a small wall at each mile between 6-10 but nothing that was too hard to get over. I cursed myself initially for not thinking my playlist through bc I had slower songs playing in the middle, where I’m usually more tired. I ate a sport bean at mile 3, 5, and then each mile from 6 to 12.

I lost the 8:00/mile pace balloon somewhere around mile 10. Boo.

Turns out my music mixing skills are cooler than I thought, bc my playlist picked back up around mile 11. Heck yeah.

It was when I hit mile 12 at 1:38 that I realized, holy cow, I could totally finish this thing in 1:45.

So I picked it up.

Then I realized I was going too fast. So I slowed down.

Then I got a “your lungs have too much carbon dioxide right now” cramp. Nice.

And again, here we are on the boardwalk of the beach with a beautiful view, and all I cared about was the finish line. Bring on the garbage pile! I just want the end!

      

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am a robot.                                                                                         Bryan told me to “strike a pose”.

This is my creativity as its best.

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In the end, I crossed the finish line at 1:45:20. Darn you cramp. But who cares because I just beat my old PR by almost 10 minutes. As always, I was so happy to be done that I forgot to turn my watch off when I got across the finish line, so still unsure about “official” chip time.

 

WOO HOO!

I’m totally going to stuff my face with pancakes now, and take a nap.

Myrtle Beach Mini Marathon

Saturday

One of the reasons we had decided to go mini golfing while we were here was that the courses appeared to be much cooler than those at home.

They aren’t. They are just as lame. However, they do have some fun decorations

Sitting on a giant octopus

Aaaah! A shark!!

So there was that. Plus, I won.

We spent the rest of the day walking around Broadway at the Beach and eating at The Giant Crab, a ridiculously huge seafood buffet with an old running buddy as well as a friend of hers and her mother.

When we got back I laid out my clothes for the race:

I’m so not usually this coordinated. I wanted to wear my “I don’t go all the way” shirt for good luck, and while picking up my packet I bought the above pair of shorts and decided to try some Jelly Belly Sport Beans for this race. Typically I haven’t bothered with them for a half marathon but since I tend to hit a wall around mile 8 I decided to give it a go this time.

Zzzzzzzz

Sunday/Race Day

5:15am comes very early, by the way. In case you were wondering. Bryan drove me to my friends hotel and I rode with them to the start line. Pre-race entertainment included a staged knight fight on horses courtesy of the Midevil Times actors. I’d seen it last year and couldn’t see over all the people anyway, so whatever. I was sad at first because I wanted to be able to bring my phone to photo document some, but it turns out I didn’t miss anything anyway.

And we’re off.

The course itself is actually pretty boring. The scenic part comes at the end. Where last year I was so excited to be almost done that the scenery could have been a garbage pile and, aside from the smell, I wouldn’t have cared.

I was only a bit behind the 8:00 mile pace balloon to start off, so I decided that if I could at least keep the balloon in my sights I’d be guaranteed to finish under 1:50. While my ultimate goal is 1:45, my current PR is 1:53 and some change so I thought I’d take it step by stap.

Strangely, I felt pretty good for 90% of the race. I started to get tight leg muscles at mile 5 but luckily it never got worse. I hit a small wall at each mile between 6-10 but nothing that was too hard to get over. I cursed myself initially for not thinking my playlist through bc I had slower songs playing in the middle, where I’m usually more tired. I ate a sport bean at mile 3, 5, and then each mile from 6 to 12.

I lost the 8:00/mile pace balloon somewhere around mile 10. Boo.

Turns out my music mixing skills are cooler than I thought, bc my playlist picked back up around mile 11. Heck yeah.

It was when I hit mile 12 at 1:38 that I realized, holy cow, I could totally finish this thing in 1:45.

So I picked it up.

Then I realized I was going too fast. So I slowed down.

Then I got a “your lungs have too much carbon dioxide right now” cramp. Nice.

And again, here we are on the boardwalk of the beach with a beautiful view, and all I cared about was the finish line. Bring on the garbage pile! I just want the end!

I am a robot. Bryan told me to “strike a pose”.

This is my creativity as its best.

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In the end, I crossed the finish line at 1:45:20. Darn you cramp. But who cares because I just beat my old PR by almost 10 minutes. As always, I was so happy to be done that I forgot to turn my watch off when I got across the finish line, so still unsure about “official” chip time.

WOO HOO!

I’m totally going to stuff my face with pancakes now, and take a nap.

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