The sheer size of the event invites total chaos. Many vendors and participating teams set up EZup tents at the race start, making the registration tent virtually impossible to distinguish. The crowd milling around the capitol front steps is dense and moving in a million different directions, so quick maneuvering on site is difficult, especially amongst the small city of tents.
Jay and I had preregistered as timed runners, and registered our two kids, Alex and Caitlin as regular participants. Since we registered a day or so too late to receive our packets in the mail, we were forced to fight the crowd to pick up our race chips and numbers. Note to self: Register early next year.
We had decided to participate as a family, with Caitlin in the jog stroller and Alex riding his bike. However, I was uneasy about running alongside Alex on the bike, mainly because of the hazard and frustration he may cause to fellow runners. In the car, on the way to the race, Jay and I discussed what we would do if he didn't ride his bike. Alex was quietly listening, and piped up, "I want to run." "Really?" Jay and I said in unison. "Yep!" he said.
Since about January, we have been running short distances with Alex, who is six years old, but we had never run 5K distance with him. He has attended most of our triathlons and running races over the past year, and knew that running was a big part of my husband's and my extracurricular activities. Until the day of the Susan G. Komen race, he had not been interested in running a race. We were so excited at his interest, that we gladly forewent our personal pace goals and decided to run as a family.
After navigating the crowd and getting registered, we jammed ourselves into the packed Boulevard to await the runners' start. Alex was ready. His game face was on! The gun went off, and there we went, running jauntily down the street together. Alex ran hard, at about a 9:30 pace for the first mile, even though I tried to slow him down a bit to conserve his energy for the rest of the race. Soon after the first mile marker, Alex said he needed to walk, which I could tell he was disappointed in admitting. I had told him before we started that we would run as far as we could together, and then whenever he was ready to walk, just say so, no big deal. But, of course, like we all do, he got swept up in the crowd, and wanted to keep up with the pack of runners around him. Luckily, an aid station was in the perfect location for a stop. We grabbed Gatorades and a banana for Caitlin, and walked the next couple hundred yards, sipping "energy juice."
|Roberts family racers|
As we neared the finish, I coached him on how to finish strong and fast, and told him that once we started our final sprint, he couldn't stop, he had to run it out. Apparently a fellow runner, a woman who looked to be in her fifties, overheard my little pep talk, and when it was time to sprint to the finish, she called out, voice wavering with emotion, "You run your little heart out buddy!" And we were off again. Jay and me with huge smiles, and Alex with his serious game face on, ran to the finish line while the crowd let up a loud cheer to see such a little guy finishing strong. He finished in just under 40 minutes.
|Proud Alex post race|