On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

I ran a 5k in 18:30! Sort of. Okay, no I didn't.

This past weekend was a double race weekend for me - in the sense that I ran twice with a number pinned to me. Neither was my best effort.

Saturday saw me at a 5k with my alumni association. Ellen was there, too. It was a beautiful day.

Well, sort of. At the start, the announcer informed us that this race (the first they'd held) was six months in the making and they were sorry, but the course was "a little short."

It was 2.13 miles per my Garmin. I finished in just over 18 minutes. Just curious: in 6 months of planning a 5k, how does no one think, "Should we plan a 3 mile course now?"

But that wasn't all. Check out the bibs:


Ignoring the fact that it was a laminated index card (as in, sharp edges), there's a sweet postcard in the actual mail to the first person who notices what's wrong with this bib.

Yes, that's Ivy League material right there.

In case you're wondering about the second race this weekend, I ran the Riverdale Ramble on Sunday. I was coasting by on no sleep and only did it because loads of my friends would be there and I wanted brunch after. Somehow I eked out a finish one minute faster than last year. I hate that bastard of a race.

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13 comments:

  1. That bib cracks me up, not only is it dangerous it also has a fun "Governors" spelling. Maybe that's the special Brown spelling?

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    1. DING DING DING! Send me your mailing address and a postcard is on its way!

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  2. Laminated edges! Oh dear. That bib is a treasure.

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  3. Even though you already told me about the Ivy League typo, can I get a postcard anyway? Have a great time on your vacation!

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    1. A postcard to anyone who sends me their mailing address!!!

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  4. Hilarious, and un-surprising! Hope the BBQ was better than the run :)

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  5. Govenors? Oh my gosh. That is a SHORT 5K. Wow. I hope the second race was more fun :)

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    1. Sort of... it was kind of brutal. It's a really really hilly beast of a race.

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  6. Also, doesn't the bear have 5 legs......

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  7. Oh, the Ivy League punchlines that could be inserted here!
    But I'll politely refrain. For now. ;)

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  8. C'mon. Brown is the bastard step child of the Ivy League. So it barely counts.

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    1. Spoken by a Cornell grad, is my guess.

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