Well, that rocked. We couldn’t have planned it better. The plan we did have worked out perfectly, and then some: we wanted to stay together at the beginning of the race and then see how we felt. If one of us was revving to go while the other stalled, we wouldn’t hold each other back. It worked great. We stayed together for the first mile, pushing ourselves a bit but not too much. We passed the only stroller that was ahead of us after that, and then hit the hill. I pulled ahead of Micah, but not by more than a few yards. As we got to the top, Micah pulled even with me again and we ran the next half mile or so together. And then Micah saw his mark: “I’m going to get the guy in the red shorts.” He was off, and although I tried to keep up, I didn’t have it in me. He passed Red Shorts and crossed the line 15 seconds ahead of me, at 20:30, to shouts of, “First stroller, first stroller! Whoa! It’s a double!” I got close to catching Red Shorts as well, but not close enough. He beat me by a few seconds and I came in at 20:45 to shouts of, “First lady, first lady!” I didn’t have any idea what to expect from this race, so I didn’t make any goals about placing so this was totally icing on the proverbial cake. Micah achieved his goals of winning the stroller division and finishing in the top 5 overall.
There were plenty of bagels and bananas and water and people at the finish line. My midwife was there — I hadn’t seen her for over a year. (She didn’t actually deliver Manchild 2, but she saw me at most of my visits when I was pregnant with him). Our friends the Leubners were there as well . . . Kathleen, who is 7 months pregnant, finished in 32 minutes. And Eapen finished in 27 while pushing their daughter in the stroller. The first place finisher is an ultra-marathoner named Dave who did this race as warm up to an insane amount of weekend running.
The Menchildren participated in the PeeWee Race, which was about 10 yards long. Manchild 1 wanted to push his brother across the line, so he did and they both got ribbons for it. It was awesome to see the explosion of children coming toward me as I crouched with there with my camera. I can’t say M1 was particularly speedy, but he finished, and he did it his way — pushing the stroller just like his dad did.
We’re so pleased with how it all turned out. We trained well, we pushed ourselves, we stuck to our plan, and we met our goals. I’m pretty sure we’re going to run it again next year. Micah has a challenge for me: defend my title, while pushing the stroller. We’ll see about that . . . .