This was the first year for the duathlon and I was drafted into it by my boss. Her son wanted to do the nike ride portion but couldn't run because of a leg injury, so he needed a substitute. My boss knows that I love to run and that I'm a soft touch. It seemed like a good idea.
It was not.
The race was set up so that the first lap was a trail run of 2.7 miles followed by 14.8 miles of biking and then finished with another 2.7 miles of running. Next to a lake. On a windy day with temperatures just above freezing. If you can see the problem with this you are more in tune than the organizers.
The problem of course isn't for anybody that does the whole thing themselves, the problem is for anybody that only does the running portion. 5.4 miles isn't a big run at all, but when you break it up and have an hour between halves and nothing to do, it causes problems. Your body doesn't like to do things like that.
Must keep moving, pretending like having fun, ignoring pronouns |
Yes, that's horse shit, it's eastern Washington, of course there's horse shit |
There's my car! See you later! |
Ok, now that I got the bitching out of the way I'll talk about a race that I love. The Run for Recovery benefits a local addiction counselling center and is one of my favorite races in the Walla Walla valley. Not just because the race is in a beautiful area and along a lovely route, nor because it's for a good cause. I also love it because I adore irony.
Both from the swag bag |
Yes, I basically always wear the same thing when running |
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