My favorite local race. The whole family made it out. 34:00. 6:50 pace. Super hot and humid, no wind. I was late to get the memo about needing a shoe chip. No one mentioned this when I got my bib super-early. I ran around like a nut to find the chip people. As soon as I had it on my shoe, the race started. Beard guy that I have seen at the track a couple of times won it. Foreign guy that I've seen/talked to at the YMCA won masters, high school kid took third, And Mike, my new worthy adversary, took 4th. My splits, as best as I can remember, were 6:15, 7:00, 7:00, 7:10, and 6:35. Also, this is assuming they had the mile markers correct on the course. I'm glad I threw something extra at the last mile, because I think I barely held off getting chicked. I wore my work T-shirt to pick up the medal but I don't think anybody got the joke. Green eggs. Finding cool stuff on the beach with the kids, and walking the fishing pier after the race. Great morning. So, in the 4 years I've been running this race, I've finished 16th, 4th, 4th, and now, 5th. meh.
What does all of this mean? I don't know. I'm just having fun running. I'll start worrying about PR's in the fall, because the summer heat is upon me. I guess I'll start building up the miles, adapt to the new work schedule, and try to survive the summer.