here it is. The long awaited race report.
As you know, I participated in the Ten Penny Ale Shamrock Duathlon on Sunday morning. I was, in my opinion, under-trained and over-fed.
Well maybe in your head but on the overfed - you don't look it in the miniscule photos. But, I was doing it and that was that .
Look at the feisty Nancy!!!
Saturday my friend Heather (the bully
I LOVE Heather!!!!who made me do this thing

) and I went to "packet pick up". Let me tell you, Goddesses, it was NOT like the Princess Expo, that's for sure

It was in the bike shop that is the sponsor of the event. A small folding table set up with 3 workers who were processing people. I asked how many participants they had and they indicated they were expecting about 500. It took all of 30 seconds.
Yeah!!!! Show my id, get my t-shirt and envelope with my bib and bike tag in it. Done. No crowds of people, no vendors, no champagne

no shennigans
Oh NO - I'm sad 

Very anti-climactic for me!
After picking up our race info, Heather drove me to where the race starts. There were people there setting up the transition area, etc. and there was a teeny tiny little row of porta potties. Maybe 10 or 12?
10 or 12 for Ms. Pee Potty - what a suspenseful novel this race report is! Then we drove the 5K course. Nice. It was thru pretty little residential neighborhoods of well-groomed houses. Not flat, but not truly hilly either. Just knowing a little bit of what to expect, I felt much better about the whole thing after that.
I SO get that. Even though I don't race.
Saturday was, naturally, insane for me. It's *always* something around here. Always. So, at 8:15 pm when we hadn't yet eaten dinner AND I had no PLAN for dinner we ended up going to our favorite local pizza place where I had spaghetti and sausage. Yum. But salty. Me, salt and hydrating. I bet you can guess where this is going
Oh yes.
I slept fairly well Saturday night and was up at 5:00 am. Sure beats the 3:00 am wakeup call for the Princess
I guess so!!!! Stephen and I were out the door at 6:00 and on our way.
I met up with Heather in the parking lot. We got our bikes & gear set up in transition and headed to the porta-potties. Thru the line, back in line (well, *I* did anyway

) and then we wandered over to the start area.
This year they added a stand-alone 5K race to the day. The 5K race and the Duathlon were run simultaneously, so the 5K runners and the Du-athletes were all lined up together at the start. The gun sounded and we were off. There was no timing mat at the start - all times are gun times, but with only 500ish people it probably only took 15-20 seconds to get across the start line. Like *that* is going to make a big difference in my time
It does. It does. It makes 15-20 seconds.
I was determined to run MY race
Oh look at fiery feisty Nancy!!!

and not get caught up in the excitement of the day. I knew if I ran too fast on the first run I'd burn out. And likely injure myself as well, since I haven't run a whole lot since the Princess. The longest run I'd done was a 4 miler a week prior to the Du. As I watch the sea of participants surge ahead of me, I saw a family with 2 young girls sitting on their lawn watching the event. As I passed them I heard one little girl ask "why are there SLOW PEOPLE"

OMG.
I plodded along feeling like I was settling comfortably into my pace. Mile marker 1 ahead. My official time 9:54

right on target.
YES!!!!!!!!!!!! See me trying to look like I know anything. I ran most of the rest of the first 5k with some other gal who was pacing the same as I was. As we approached the 3 mile mark the course headed up a bit of a hill (cruel

) and I got ahead of her.
And you probably could whoop her TSM a$$! Of course, I then ditched it into the porta-potties because that's what I do
Oh Nancy!! The timing mat was at the entrance to transition, so my "pee break" is technically part of my 5K, not my transition time.
Funny!!! First 5K time: 31:45