|Me & my friend Michelle pre-race, apparently I am very, very happy about running!|
Well, I have to admit, I was recovering from a back injury in 2011 and I walked a lot of that race....but still it was good to see this time. It was especially good to see this time because I have been running SOOOOO SLOW lately...even slow for me. By last fall I was easily running in the 10s, but lately I've been lucky to be in the 11s and 12s. So, I was super happy with my final time.
The Westport St. Patrick's Day Run is a Kansas City tradition. It's a great race and one where almost everyone is dressed up or at least wearing green. It's a fun atmosphere and starts and finishes in Westport which is a quaint little part of KC full of local bars and other eclectic stores. After the race the bars fill up. It's about the only time you'll find me with a beer at 11 in the morning!
|Rachel, Me & Michelle - gotta love the porta potty shot|
They were calling for rain all morning the day of the race, so I wasn't too excited about running in 45 degree temps with rain. But, luckily the rain held off and it actually ended up almost feeling hot!
I went to the race with my friend Michelle and then we met up with her friend Rachel. I ran with Rachel, who had recently had knee surgery and was doing her first race post-surgery. She is speedy but decided to run with me so she wouldn't go out too fast. I told her I was super slow, but she wanted to run slow me me she said.
|The 3 of us with our St Pattys Day Good Luck Clovers|
Before I know it, I'm crossing the finish line and looking for Michelle. She's done...and had a great race with a pace in the 7s! Dang, why can't I be that fast?!
We meet up with some other friends at one of the local hot spots which is already filled with runners everywhere! About 30 minutes later 2 ladies come in to the bar and order a beer. The bartender asks her whether she wants a 16 oz or a 22 oz and the lady slams her fist into the bar and replies "Give Me the Big One!" My friends and I were dying laughing. Turns out our new friend is 88 years old, and she has another friend who is a bit younger, but wouldn't reveal her age. She also just one the Senior Master Division! She has a plaque and a medal that she is showing off to the crowd. My friend Ken buys their beers and the lady couldn't have been more excited. It was so funny. They later told us, that all they think about during those miserable hills are "cold beer at the end". LOL, they were funny.
|Our friends we met. Notice the plaque the lady on the left is holding. She's the 88 year old! Pretty hard to believe!|