It is close to home. That is what I kept telling myself at this weekend's race. I guess it was my fault. I expected a small race. What I got was a circus. This was the kind of race I would think should be in downtown Pittsburgh and labeled a "walk".
Parking was as far back as a mile from the race. When I got to the end of the road there were a bunch of huge tents. There were dogs (a lot of them), costumed characters, and little kid cheerleaders. The huge tents were not registration, as most runners would think..."I say nay-nay". Registration was in fact a little farther back in the woods at a shelter. It was staffed by a ton of volunteers. All of whom were happy to take my money but not sure what I should do with my now filled out registration form. Five people later I was shown to the far back of the shelter where I was give a bib and chip.
I did not like this 5k. The reason is because it was not a race. It was a walk, that also had a running race. The whole time it felt like the runners were a second thought to everything also going on. And there was a lot going on.
The course was the same hilly one from the 5k to Fight Decay. The race director asked if I liked the tough course. I answered with, "this is the third time I ran it". The race director was the only one there that seemed to care about the runners. I'm not sure if she had a hand in all the other stuff going on or it just got out of control.
There was too much humid and I crashed and burned. 25 minute + 5k. BOO!!! I did get 1st in my age group and a ribbon.....