Over 900 participants showed up this morning for Haddon Township's 8th annual Turkey Trot, including a few of my students and some guys from my Wednesday night running club.
The chance to show up all of my teenage students and get a free breakfast afterwards?! It doesn't get better than that.
It was 28 degrees when I got to the Pour House around 8:30am to meet my dad, and after much deliberation decided to wear just a long sleeved shirt for the race. Only my hands suffered; the rest of my body was ok.
This was only my second race of the fall season and my first 5k in almost four months, so I told myself I would be happy just breaking 20 minutes. I didn't bring my Garmin, and there weren't any clocks on the course, so I had no idea what my pace was throughout. I was just trying to run hard and pick off runners ahead of me, which is usually my strategy for shorter races.
Around mile 2, I heard someone approaching over my left shoulder. As he sidled up next me, I glanced over and made eye contact with a 12-year-old boy. His breathing was erratic and heavy, and I inwardly grinned. Time to make him really hurt, I thought. I picked up the pace, which he matched, but it wasn't long until he fell behind again. I took out a few more runners in the homestretch, and finished gasping for breath.
5/30 in my age group
I inhaled a bottle of water, a breakfast sandwich and a donut and then stood by the finish waiting for my dad. He finished in roughly 41 minutes after a recurring injury in his lower leg forced him to walk the majority of the course.
|With my dad after the race.|
After the race I headed back home to resume fatherhood duties.