With the sound of grown women crying.
Note to Self: when you sign up for a race that has “Hills” prominently displayed in the title, and markets itself as the 2nd toughest race in Connecticut, it’s not going to be a cakewalk.
Not that we thought that it was going to be easy. If you recall, we didn’t think anything at all because we forgot we were running the damn thing. But truth be told, had we given it thought, we wouldn’t have worried too much. We have suffered through the sufferfest that was the old Fairfield Half course, with hills you could ski down – but had to run up. (Even the new Fairfield course is hilly and it’s always 80 freaking degrees.) A little more than a month ago, I ran a hill named “Heartbreak Hill” and lived to tell. Colby runs trail races that end at the moon. So if we had prepared for the race, we would have thought, Hills. OK. So it won’t be a PR course, but we’ll be OK.
And those hills that knew we were ignoring them and not paying our proper respects? You know what they did? They kicked our disrespectful asses.
SAT AM: We start texting around 5:30 AM. Salt tablets? Address for race? Do we have the right date? Copious amounts of water? We’re ready. Kind of. I still don’t know where I am going, but fortunately, my GPS does. Call Colby from the car for pre-race giggles and nervous musings on the 66 degree, 97% humidity weather we are having (at 6 AM), and our call gets dropped twice. Even though we are less than 25 miles apart on the same damn road. Look for a post on cell phone rants coming soon.
We both arrive without incident. Colby is able to park within feet of the start line. God Bless the Small Race.
We are laughing because her number is 12. I’m 48. No, this is not because we are part of the elite team. It is because they assign numbers alphabetically. Still, it is cool to see her with “12” on her bib and I’m kinda wishing I married someone with an A last name so I could be in single digits.
We look around and can’t help but notice that some people look like they are heading to a Rocky Horror Picture Show or maybe the prom? We know this race was not marketed as a costume race and yet feel underdressed in our running shorts and singlets. For the Love of God. Please do not tell me that I am now expected to gussy up for a half. I can barely remember my Garmin and my Glide. Is there a memo I have missed? Stay tuned for a post on this topic.
Bib pickup starts at 7, race starts at 8. There are a few hundred people signed up for the race and there are 3 – count ’em – 3, porta potties. You do the math. The line takes up most of the 5K course. The race is delayed almost 20 minutes while we wait for the porta potty line to clear. We feel the temperature go up minute by minute and panic, quietly. The last visitor is cheered as he exits the stall.
And we’re off.
The first 2 miles are on a flat rail trail through the woods. Not too bad. To exit the rail trail to the rest of the course, though, we have to run up a wooden walkway that is narrow, steep and full of switchbacks and elderly people out for their morning constitutionals. The person in front of me almost took a gentleman out. This is weird.
Just after mile 2, our friend Patty and her daughter Grace were waiting to cheer us on. Grace even made a sign! Such a great surprise and made my morning.
I think it was around mile 3-ish where several miles of hills really started. Holy Crap. HOLY CRAP! For the next several miles, there was a total of 610 feet of vertical climb. That’s not hilly. That’s mountain-y. It’s also painful and at this point, I start thinking that I not only don’t like racing, I’m pretty sure I don’t even like running. I generally have at least one of these moments in any race where the mercury is above 70. Which it most certainly is at this point.
And it wasn’t just the big hills. The course is rolling almost the entire way after you get off the rail trail. Quads! Hammies! Calves! They all hate me at this point, as well as, I am assuming, Colby.
See, Colby was all ready to run a fun half in Branford that ended at a brewery on Sunday, but since I couldn’t make that one, she switched to this one. As all BRF’s do.
But that doesn’t mean that she won’t beat me to a pulp at the end. And it would be well-deserved. This course is hard.
I spend miles 7-9 running a little faster, thinking of how Colby is going to kill me when she sees me at the finish. Should I just keep running after the finish line until I get to my car and high tail it home? I think she has a busy weekend – probably doesn’t have time to drive to my house and kill me. Will buy me at least another week.
The sun comes out and I think of the delayed start, and all that beautiful overcast sky that was wasted waiting for people to clear the porta-potties. I go from hot and uncomfortable to a hot mess. In seconds.
It’s an out and back course, so the rollers that were there from miles 3-7 on the way out are sadly still there on the way back. Fortunately, many of the bigger hills were uphills on the way out, so we get some – not enough – never enough – but some – nice downhills on the way back. Except at mile 10, where there is an endless uphill that makes me want to puke. Or cry. Or both.
When I see our personal booster club (Patty and Grace), I know that just that weird wooden walkway and the rail trail are all that separate me from a massive bottle of water and a lick of shade.
Once on the rail trail, I’m kind of alone. I can see two guys about ¼ mile ahead of me and there is someone around ¼ mile behind me, but no one right near me. I realize that I have never run a race this small before. Felt weird, but kind of cool. More weird than cool, though. City Girl likes crowds. I also like someone to chase for the last mile to keep me going. Here, it’s just me and a bunch of trees that all look alike.
The finish is nice – plenty of people hanging around to cheer, and the medal is cool. Lots of water.
My face and legs are covered in salt. So are Colby’s. We are officially disgusting, sweaty messes. We don’t love our times, but it turns out that it was more because of the tough course than us having tough races, because we both finish well in our divisions. I actually came in 2nd for our division and got a sweet pint glass with the name of the race and my place engraved on the back it. We spent the next hour bitching about the race and agreeing that we are DEFINITELY doing it next year.
Did you ever doubt?
I feel like they should give you a foam roller and complementary epsom salt bath and beer for doing this one. Good lord.
and maybe the pint glass should have been full.
It should have been freaking overflowing. Better yet? You should have gotten a keg.
Good job, ladies. Never had a doubt! Hey, did you ever figure out what the hilliest/hardest race in CT is?
NO! And I want to! I might e-mail the race director to ask. Will update.
Love the recap! So sad I didn’t know about this race earlier. Any race that gives out pint glasses for awards is my type of race! Congrats on your AG place!! I will totally have to sign up next year : )
We generally frequent races that either begin or end at breweries (or both) and hand out alcohol-related swag. It’s a nice touch.
We’ll be there next year!!!!
Jamie did you run Mystic?? 🙂
Ugh no I wish! I really would have loved to but I just couldn’t get my butt up that early. I heard it was a fabulous race though!
Me too! I mean. My butt was up early but I was en route to The Inferno. I had a friend run it. Big weekend for Connecticut running! Are you running Fairfield? That’s another Surface of the Sun Half.
Hahaha yes I am! I’m actually running as a pacer… scary stuff haha. It’s always so hot and I always say I’m not running it again, and every year I sign up in April… are you running!?
Yes! We both are!! We’ll have to meet up!! What group are you pacing?!?! Look at you all badass!!! 🙂
Haha I’m very nervous! First time pacing! I’ll be doing 1:40 group! Yes please I’d love a little blogger meet up! : )
Shit Girl. You is zippy!! Would love to! We’ll be in touch!
Yes we are even though we swear off it every year, too!
Zippy is right! You won’t be pacing us but would love to meet up!
A girl can dream right T?? 🙂
Sure can, Dolly. That’s what keeps us going…
ughhhh hills. nice job crushing that (and finishing second in your age group!) despite the humidity and mountainy terrain!
Hills. With a side of hills. And dessert of hills. My legs are still furious with me. And possibly Colby. I’m laying low.
Haha great post! It reminds me of a college cross-country race I did once – there was a huge, steep hill at the beginning of the race, and girls were falling right and left (and throwing up). Fun times! LOL
Puking at the start! Oh, does not bode well for a race. NOTE: neither of us puked. At least there’s that.
Such shit. Spot on. Except- I don’t want to kill you. Remember me? Your sadistic friend, Colby? I loved it despite wanting to vomit. I would have preferred to replenish our electrolytes with Bloody Mary’s but alas, it was what it was. As for our performance, not bad for us two broads! It was also 83 DEGREES IN FULL SUN WHEN I GOT INTO MY CAR at 10:45am. Jesus. Talk about getting thrown from the frying pan into the bowels of HELL. I’m seeking revenge next year. Dammit.
I knew you not so secretly liked it, though I did have moment of fear during the race.
It was so hot by the time we left. Good God. And my shoulders are sunburned. Good times, good times.
I want a re-do. Like today. 52 and overcast. Bitches.
Great recap! It made me laugh and also gave my legs sympathy pains. Sounds like a rough race… props for making it through and for placing!
Just makes finishing that much sweeter! {she says, dry, rested and fully hydrated 2 days later}
Hilarious as always. And that IS a sweet medal!
or HILLarious…?! (see what I did there?)
We do! We see it! DarlinRae – the medal is quite cool AND they were great about handing over 2 extras for our I Run 4 buddies. SO nice!
Well played, Van. Well played.
Awesome sauce from the dynamic duo! Did you mention something about hills?
No. This was pancake flat. Why do you ask?
Hills? You mean MOUNDS OF OPPORTUNITY?!?!
*drops mic*
Congratulations on finishing! It sounds like a beast, but sometimes those are the most rewarding races 🙂
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Awwww Thank you!!!! Our suffering, is your pleasure!
Bitching about it but definitely doing it next year – go girls!
It’s just how we roll. #sadists
#word
Congratulations! I love how we talk about how much a run (or ride) sucks, then completely forget about all of that as soon as someone mentions doing it again… “That SUCK…Yeah, let’s do it again! That was awesome!”
Absolutely. It took only one bottle of water before I started thinking about next year. So true!!
Good luck!
I’m laughing because when we said it, I hadn’t even STARTED drinking the damn bottle! HA!
I think it was one of your fellow Nutmeggers, Mark Twain, who said ” It’s not the heat it’s the stupidity.” Or maybe he meant humidity. I don’t recall. Maybe we should bill you two as Le Miserables.
We had heat, hills and stupidity. Trifecta.
What ? No Nutmeg !!!
Sounds like some fun torture there! Because my body would see a hill and say “Hell, no, bitch, I ain’t doin’ that!” like one of those horses that refuses to jump over the jump thing. I haven’t run on hills in……. let’s see…… um…….. Anyway, great job!!!
We actually like hills. But we like them a lot 4 days later when we can relive the accomplishment pain-free.
I love me a feisty horse. Keep it up!
Haha this is an awesome post! I love that you hated it and yet want to do it next year. That sounds like something I would say! Congrats on second place!
Thanks! Yes, we are all sickos. Sigh. At least we are in good company!
Yeah we have a race around here with the words “dreaded” and “hills” in the title so I’ve been avoiding it just a bit for the reasons you described. It sounds like this was a great race though! Your recaps are always the most entertaining and fun. 😀
You just want Colby and I to come down and run it with you, don’t you? Tempting us with that little tidbit for us masochists! Now THAT would be the recap to end all recaps! 🙂 xo
CONGRATS on your second place finish! Especially in a tough race! Even more reason to celebrate. You girls rock!!!
Thanks Angela!! We’re trying!!!
And it doesn’t take much for us to decide to celebrate. 😉
Duuuuuuuudesssss. HAMDEN. HILLS. This previous hilly girl may have smartened up and moved to the flatlands, but I remember endless high school cross country meets in such hellacious locales. WERE WE UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF A CHEAP CABERNET WHEN YOU TWO HIT THE REGISTER BUTTON?!?
Holy Hills. I didn’t know!!! I’m from Boston – Hamden is an exit on the Merritt as far as I am concerned! And yeah, well, “Hills” was in the title, but my area is hilly, too (or so I thought). And of course we don’t drink cheap cabernet. Only well priced cabernet. There’s a difference. I take full responsibility for this one – Colby was just being a BRF. But hey, our sick little selves loved it. Maybe you can join us next year and relive some of your glory days!
Yeah. I’ll pass. I have a flat, sandy beach and a great bottle of Caymus 40 to consume that day. HA!