Don't Forget The Sarcasm
I set two alarms, both of which were either faulty, or user error. Lets go with the former, shall we?
Long story short, my parents woke me up at 520AM. My shuttle from the fair grounds left at 5AM. I ran down the street to the fair grounds and made it from my bed to the shuttle in 20 minutes. Go me. I made the last shuttle of the morning, found my parents at the starting line, and started racing 3 minutes later.
I tell this story to explain why I now sleep in my full racing attire, minus my shoes. If the above story happens again, at least I can be ready to run in a moments notice.
So luckily, Sunday’s OC Fair 5K didn’t start out like it’s sister race. I got very little sleep, but still woke up at 630AM, enjoyed a champion’s breakfast of double chocolate chip cookies and a banana, and was out the door by 7.
I knew I had to drive to the race in order to put my goodie bag at shirt in my car since packet pick-up was the same day as the race, but I figured I wouldn’t need much time.
This was the worst packet pick-up set-up I’ve ever seen.
I walk in the registration area and am greeted by at least 10 volunteers handing out safety pins for the bibs. Why this couldn’t happen at the actual registration table and have these 10 high school students earning community service credit actually checking people in is beyond me. The line for registration wrapped around multiple corners.
The line moved fast enough, but over 1,500 people had registered for the race. By the time I received my bib and T shirt, walked to my car, put on my timing chip and bib, and walked to the starting line, more than 500 people still needed to do the same.
The 8AM start time was moved to 8:20AM.
Normally, this wouldn’t have bothered me so much. But:
I got very little sleep, and was irritable.
The double chocolate chip cookies were beginning to disagree with me, thus making me irritable.
The emcee was incredibly annoying, and… wait for it, wait for it… I was getting irritated.
Oh yeah, I was at the front of the line. Because I'm elite like that.
Luckily, I made friends with a few people in line… kind of. One woman was about my mom’s age and started running 2 years ago. She was very excited, naming off all of her past and future races and based on her projected finish time, I knew she would be my pacer. The other woman was super snotty. She made fun of my Timex watch I use for pacing because I am waiting for my Garmin 305 for Christmas. She also made fun of my projected pace.