Race Day
This morning I ran the Survivor Harbor 7. It’s a great course around Baltimore Harbor, and took us around Fort McHenry, around the Inner Harbor, past Fells Point and finishing in Canton. The day was perfect: sunny and about 60 degrees. I don’t have the official time yet, but by my watch I ran the seven miles in 1:05:35.
My splits show a great deal of variation in my pace. I started out a bit fast, getting carried along by the flow of the pack. The first mile was about 8:30. I slowed on each successive mile and ended up running mile 4 in 10:30. But then I knew I was closer to the end than the finish, so I gave it a little more energy and so my pace quickened progressively until the seventh and final mile, done in 9:05.
A great run, but I have a gripe. For our $35 registration fee (on top of which I added $10 for the race’s charity host) we got just the race. No finisher medallion, no t‑shirt (I bought a t‑shirt for $10… not going to run a race without taking home my trophy, even if I have to pay for it) not even a finisher ribbon, which even my running club’s weekly races can afford to hand out with a $3 race fee ($5 for non-members). Yes, we each got a bag of schwag, but come on. Everything in the bag is free from companies who want us to try their stuff. OK, this isn’t precisely true: The race bag did contain a pair of socks with the name of the event on it. But here’s the thing: I know these races take organization and raise funds for important causes, but I could have run that course yesterday for free. If I’m paying a race fee, I deserve some token trinket to prove I was there. If that race fee is over $20, there’d better be a T‑shirt, or a medallion, or something other than the new flavor of Balance Bar.
The new flavor of Balance Bar is pretty good, by the way.
Hey, you slug! You came out
Hey, you slug! You came out to Baltimore and didn’t even bother to tell me? For shame! I’d have come down to cheer you on if I had known.
How long are you going to be on the East coast?
Dad