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Cloudy and early Saturday morning, the Teenager and I headed out for some Turkey Trot fun. Back in July, I was invited to do a Glo-Run for review purposes and that sucker was rained/lightninged out like nobody’s business, so I chose the turkey trot as my “rain check” race. Let the record show, I paid for the teenager’s entry.
The 5k, along with a half marathon, takes place in Busse woods. I’ve run both a couple of times in the past. Both races are point-to-point. We parked near the finish then boarded a shuttle bus to the start. Easy.
Note the teenager’s enthusiasm.
We collected our bibs, checked gear and hit the potties with plenty of time to spare before lining up in the corrals. I chose a spot between the 8 and 9 minute mile flags. It was overcast and in the 30’s, what else is new?
Turkey Trot Goals
A. Run negative splits
B. Have fun
C. Don’t fall
I got a little concerned about the way people lined up when I heard a group of four in front of me saying their goal was to finish in 45 minutes. Um and you lined up in the 8 minute corral??
The race started and I may have bolted out a tad on the fast side, just to get away from the hoards. The first mile felt great. Effortless. Light and fast. No ice on the pavement to contend with like in previous years. When we made the turn and got on the bike path, I was hit with strong wind but that would be short lived. At mile 1.3 though, it all fell apart. I felt my high hamstring go. Up at the insertion point or ischial tuburosity as the docs like to call it. The “sit bones” or buttular area as I like to call it. I did not hear a pop like I did when I ruptured my hamstring but I could tell this was no bueno. No bueno at all. I slowed my pace, trying to find a gait where the pain was manageable. It hurt like a mofo.
Should I walk? Should I stop? If I drop out, what’ll I do here in the middle of the woods? If I walk I’ll get cold. So I kept on. I plodded up the long incline and over the bridge. The incline and decline were excruciating. I waited for the teenager to catch up, glancing back looking for her. Surely she’d be coming then we’d decide what to do. By the 3rd mile, the runners behind me were passing like crazy, swallowing me up. The teenager was nowhere. Well not nowhere, probably dogging it walking. If I stepped the slightest way “wrong” the pain was so intense I’d see Jesus. WTF? But I kept on. At last the final stretch. Thankfully it wasn’t on grass this year. Seemingly everyone sped past me and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. I plodded in slowly and painfully. WTH just happened??
There’s the fake smile to mask the hamstring agony. For the record I did not race in this jacket. Hey is the sun out??
Finish line food was good. Great even. Hot chicken noodle soup (I didn’t think I’d want this but I did and it was delicious) Matt’s chocolate chip cookies, bananas, Muscle Milk and whole packages of Rosen’s Hawaiian rolls. I collected my finisher’s medal then went with my bowl of soup to wait for the teenager to come in.
Finish time: 28:28
Honestly I was shocked to snag any AG award with the way I slowed down. To say my splits went to hell in a handbasket would be putting it mildly.
Pros: Logistics for this race are easy. Parking is free and ample. The shuttle busses to the start ran efficiently. Gear check went smoothly. The finisher medal is just ok but any medal for a 5k is a bonus in my opinion. I love the fleece half zip. I liked that there was no official awards ceremony to wait around for. As soon as results were posted you could just claim your prize and leave.
Cons: Other than the fact that people seem to line up really poorly for this one (it’s a fun turkey trot after all), I have no complaints whatsoever.
Hamstring update: My entire right glute and back of the leg down to the knee were a mess the day after. Pain radiated everywhere and it hurt to walk. 2 days post-race the pain is less acute and my limp is almost indistinguishable. Despite the pain, I have no bruising or swelling like I did when I ruptured my hamstring. That makes me hopeful this is just a strain. I think I’d still need need a miracle to be able to run/walk my half this weekend.
Did you trot? Ever hurt yourself in a race? Ever pull a hammy?