It was a cloudy cool evening on the campus of Wake Forest University. The crowd continued to multiply as the clock ticked. Music played on the loud speakers children littered the parking lots. Everyone was branding themselves with race numbers, like numerical name tags. The sun tried to poke through the clouds from time to time, but it was no use. Evening had taken over and it was going to be a perfect evening for a race.
All week long, the days, and even the evenings had been very hot and humid, and downright miserable. It was not until Friday when the clouds covered the sky and started to cool us down. The forecast was for rain, but it never happened, which was alright with me, as long as I didn’t have to run in an oven.
Finally, it was time for the fun run. That meant only 30 more minutes until I would officially become a 5K runner. Never before had I run so far in my life. What was I thinking? Then I told myself that I could do this. I had trained months for this moment and it was going to be fine. Sure, I was nervous, not about winning, not about the crowd watching, not about embarrassing myself, but just worried about getting my pace right. The last few weeks, it has been so hot outside, so I have been training on the treadmill. Keeping the pace on the treadmill is easy. Set it and forget it. Then my only job is to keep up with it and not fall off the back of it, or trip over the front of it. Piece of cake. But now, I was facing reality. I was on my own. No Start button, no kill strap, no music, and no Air conditioning. I had to do this on my own. Piece of cake, right?
Time to line up now. The starting gunman made an announcement, that if you were not a sub 20-minute 5K runner, don’t even stand close to the starting line. This was a Championship event and they wanted the contenders up front. I was smart enough to stand near the middle, with about 400 people in front of me. I was also smart enough to start on the right side of the pack, so passing me would be easier. The announcer continued to bark out the rules of the race and the finish line procedures, with the finish shoot, and tearing and passing the bib tab, but all I was thinking about was trying to start off slow enough so I would have the stamina to run the whole thing, and finish.
The gunman finally lived up to his name and fired the fake weapon. It took about 10 seconds from the gun snap before the pack in front of me moved an inch. Slowly, we jogged through the starting gate. Past that, the mob spread out to the full width of the road, giving everyone a little more elbow swinging room. Once I got moving, my pace was a little fast I thought, so I slowed a bit, but I still continued to pass other runners. Of course, a bunch of runners were passing me as well. I didn’t care though. It wasn’t like High School, where I wanted to finish first. My goal was to finish, and try to run the entire race, no matter how slow. This was my first chance to set that bar, so I wanted to set it right. I didn’t want to have a run/walk time. I wanted a solid run time, even if it was a penguin time. I needed a baseline to build upon, and anything less just would not do.
I continued to study myself as I jogged forward. Am I going too fast? Will I be able to maintain this for 3+ miles? Am I going too slow? Will I have so much leftover energy at the end where I can sprint across the finish line? That would be a nice finishing touch, if I was in First place, but not as a 400+ finisher. I wanted to finish strong, but finish satisfied that I did walk and didn’t go too easy.
Every person I caught up to, I made an assessment. Should I pass them, or should I slow down and follow them? This went on for the first quarter mile or so. I passed some, and sometimes they came back and passed me later on. Eventually, I found my spot. It took some time, but I finally caught up to these two ladies in pink shirts. They were going just my speed and chatting. The one of the left was doing most of the talking. She was having an easier time than the one on the right, but they both of them were keeping a pretty steady pace. I decided to follow them for a while and see how I felt. Once we got to the first mile marker and got some water, I finally said something to them. They probably knew I was there since they had to have heard me breathing hard, but I informed them anyways. They accepted my presence generously, which was good, because I wasn’t leaving regardless…Ha Ha. They were part of a running group from a local church. The one on the left was a half marathon runner who was helping her friend on the right get started with running. Being a newbie myself, I knew what she was going through. Left girl could have smoked us both and finished 5+ minutes ahead of us, but she was the pace car, and believe me, I appreciated it. What else was really nice is that she was in coach mode, and she had done this race before. She told us about all the turns ahead, and how many and how long the hills would be. She even knew how many more minutes it would be before we would have water again. I know she wasn’t there for me specifically, but I took all the help I could get.
Once we approached the second water stop at the 2 mile mark, both of them opted to skip it. Well, beforehand, I told myself, if I was going to walk at all, it would only be while I drank the water. I wanted to walk, and I wanted water, but I wasn’t about to lose my pace buddies. So I got water, but I continued through the station and stuck with the girls. After a few more flats and slight inclines, but last mile or so was all downhill. It was nice to have the relief, and we even picked up the pace just a little bit. The race started at the football stadium, and that is where we were headed back to, but it looked so far away above the tree line. It was a long gradual decline run to the finish, but the last few hundred feet were around the corner, so it could not be seen until the turn. The veteran pacer informed us that it was right around the corner down this hill. I believed her, but it didn’t make it any easier. It wasn’t until we approached that last turn, that my excitement kicked in and I knew the end was near. I know I could have probably sprinted past both girls and finished a few seconds faster, but I stuck with my crew, who got me to the end. We all cross the finish, one after another, all receiving the same time of 33:14 minutes, not bad for my first one. I thanked them for the help, found my wife, and headed straight for the food and beverages. It was the perfect end to a very nerve racking day. I think the next one will go better, and maybe I will be able to pace myself finally.
The winner of the race got a time of 14:14 minutes, beating his own course record of 14:17 minutes, which he set last year. The oldest runner in the race was 74, and she finished 5 minutes ahead of me. That doesn’t make me feel bad for myself though. It makes me proud of her, and I hope to still be a capable runner when I am her age. The youngest runner was 6, and I beat him………so there…… LOL.