In my five-ish years of running, I’ve run in a few races.
I’ve run a wide variety of different events, each with its own personality, quirks, and perks. I also have my perennial favorites, and with so many races vying for runners’ attentions, it’s good for a race to have something unique to put itself at the head of the pack.
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Food, craft beers, and finisher medals that double as bottle openers are a good start.
Spearman Expeditions is one of a handful of fantastic homegrown race organizers in Nebraska; Stephanie Spearman runs a great event and she always tries to have something unique for each race, may it be a special challenge or a cool piece of swag. We were planning on being in the area for Easter weekend when I saw information on the Cool Peeps 8K. What clinched it for me: a promise of Krispy Kreme donuts at the finish line.
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You had us at “donut.”
At race time, it was 40 degrees with a steady light rain and hardly any wind. The race was an out and back on the Mopac Trail, a crushed-limestone rail trail that runs out of Lincoln. The city of Lincoln provided a start-time surprise by not having the trailhead bathrooms unlocked, but fortunately, there was enough time to hit a nearby gas station before the race. (My space cats running tights did turn some local heads.)
Since I hadn’t been running lately, and had been increasingly frustrated with my runs this year, I decided not to look at my pace for the entire race. Wearing long sleeves made it easier not to look, but as I ran, I found very little temptation to sneak a peek. My legs actually felt good, and even though I knew I’d be completely soaked through by the finish, the temperature and lack of wind made it darn near perfect weather to run in. I had never run an 8K race before, so I took solace in one simple fact: I was guaranteed a PR.
On the way out, as we came nearer the turnaround point, a runner came barreling from the opposite direction wearing bunny ears. I assumed he was the race leader, until I saw the lead out bike a bit later. Nope….this guy must’ve just been out on a training run, in his best Easter running wear. It was the most weirdly badass thing I’ve ever seen.
I started the race beside a mother and her teenage daughter, who ran close to me for the majority of the first 4K, but I pulled away from them when they took a walk break somewhere by the turnaround. In the final mile-ish, they had caught up to me and as the finish line came near, the daughter picked up the pace considerably. I was able to *mostly* keep up, until the daughter broke away with about a quarter-mile to go. “Come on, Mom!” she teased her mother. “You run half marathons!”
“Yeah, but I do it SLOWLY!” Mom responded. As Mom passed me to catch her daughter, I called after them: “Youth is wasted on the young!” Mom agreed, as she sprinted away.
As I neared the finish line, I could spot the “special surprise” promised us, on top of the as-advertised Krispy Kremes and chocolate milk. We were about to receive finishers medals fashioned from boxes of Peeps.
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GLORY.
After the run was over, I checked my Garmin. I ran 4.96 miles in 57:40 (an average 11:38 pace). It’s nothing to write home about, but I had two successes: I ran the whole time without needing to walk, and my pace for my final mile was nearly a minute faster than my penultimate mile.
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Plus, ending up with muddy space cats.
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