As I've mentioned (more than) a few times, Jerry's first race was today. I've been treating it like such a big deal because, to me, it IS a big deal. I was really excited for him! I asked him if he wanted to write about it for my blog, and he said sure. I wasn't expecting it to be so long, so I'll just turn this into a guest post... enjoy :)
Hey, y'all! This is Jerry...Mr. Runsforcookies.com. As some of you may already know from reading Katie's blog, I have been training for a 10k race. Most of you may not know why. This is my story (and I'm sticking to it): A couple months ago Jen and Angela (producers of the From Fat to Finish Line Documentary) had come into town to interview Katie for the documentary.
I really enjoyed talking to both of them. Their stories were entertaining and they were genuinely fun to be around. Jen asked me a question to the effect of "Are you exercising, too?" I laughed it off and said that Katie runs enough for the both of us. Then Jen said that her husband was running and that he actually started training for a race that they could do together to surprise her. I thought that it was really awesome of him to do that.
I started thinking long and hard about
why the crap I don't run. Really... why don't I run? I'm married to the biggest inspiration in the world...and I DON'T RUN!!!!??? That
can't be right. Then I realized, ultimately, that I'm lazy as fuck.
Sure, I lost all this weight. But I really didn't do anything to lose
it. All I had to do was eat what Katie fed me. That's the lazy way.
I still have the ol' muffin top, only it's the bite-sized muffin instead of the massive Otis Spunkmeyer. So, after that conversation with Jen, I went to work and decided then and there that I was going to give it a try and run when I got off work. I got off work at 6:00 a.m. and took off as soon as I got home--and ran three miles.
I haven't stopped since. I have learned a lot about myself during this time. I know now that my mind is the biggest mountain I have to climb. When I get over that mountain then there is nothing I can't do. I haven't quite gotten to where I need to be I am damn sure going to. That's it...my running story. Now my race report...
Now the finish. I turned the corner and I saw Katie. She started
snappin' away with her camera iPhone. I haven't even seen the pictures yet. Then I saw the
line. I had to make a dash for it. I had to make it memorable though. Does everyone remember Me, Myself, and Irene? There was a scene in that
movie where Irene and Charlie were running for a train and Charlie
started running all crazy-like (elbows at a 90 degree angle and pumpin'
away while high-stepping). That was me. Everyone was cheering and
laughing. It was a good experience. Katie said that she didn't remember
anyone else doing anything goofy to finish the race. So to do that and
get a laugh out of the crowd was really fun.
Hey, y'all! This is Jerry...Mr. Runsforcookies.com. As some of you may already know from reading Katie's blog, I have been training for a 10k race. Most of you may not know why. This is my story (and I'm sticking to it): A couple months ago Jen and Angela (producers of the From Fat to Finish Line Documentary) had come into town to interview Katie for the documentary.
I really enjoyed talking to both of them. Their stories were entertaining and they were genuinely fun to be around. Jen asked me a question to the effect of "Are you exercising, too?" I laughed it off and said that Katie runs enough for the both of us. Then Jen said that her husband was running and that he actually started training for a race that they could do together to surprise her. I thought that it was really awesome of him to do that.
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| Getting interviewed at Katie's parents' house |
I still have the ol' muffin top, only it's the bite-sized muffin instead of the massive Otis Spunkmeyer. So, after that conversation with Jen, I went to work and decided then and there that I was going to give it a try and run when I got off work. I got off work at 6:00 a.m. and took off as soon as I got home--and ran three miles.
I haven't stopped since. I have learned a lot about myself during this time. I know now that my mind is the biggest mountain I have to climb. When I get over that mountain then there is nothing I can't do. I haven't quite gotten to where I need to be I am damn sure going to. That's it...my running story. Now my race report...
36th Allen Park 10k Run
So what! My
first race will be a 10k. I've got it in the bag. Training for this
wasn't easy. Michigan weather is so unpredictable. It rains
without a cloud in the sky and the the temperature swings 30-40 degrees a
day. It's 100 degrees one day and then 30 degrees the next... this
isn't weather, it's malaria. The humidity is around 150% (<---fact).
Added to that,
I worked midnights for most of the training. Yay, me! All is well,
training went as expected. It felt like Groundhog Day. The same route
over and over and over again. It felt like Groundhog Day. The same route
over and over and over again. But I endured. I actually did my longest
run with Katie. I loved it. Hopefully we can do one again together.
The day of the race wasn't what I expected. I expected panic and the "poopy" kind of nervous. I didn't get there. Instead I worried about
finishing.... not so much timing, just finishing. I didn't want to
disappoint Katie. The kids were there and I didn't want to be a failure
for them. Katie talked me down and I just sucked it up and realized that
there was no way I wasn't going to finish this race. So here are some
moments in my first race experience, in the order in which they
occurred:
How many port-a-johns should there be for a race? Is it
common for 50 racers to be waiting for 4 shitters five minutes before race
time? I was #48. Barely made it back to the line in time.
Race
started and the people were going so fast to pass me. I was worried at
first, but Katie reassured me ahead of time that some of these people, if not most,
would burn out later in the race and they would be easy to pick off
later. She was right.
After the first mile, things just got easier. The first mile is always
the point in which my mind yells "take a fucking seat, loser, you don't
want to do this!" As my good friend Bobby Boucher would say, "You're
wrong, Colonel Sanders!" And I pushed through. There were so many nice
spectators over the first mile, people with sprinklers on (for us to run through) and cheering
us on. It was a good feeling.
At the first water station, which was after the Mile 1 maker, I
remembered what Katie had told me before; take two cups--one to drink and one
to pour on my head. I took only one because I didn't want to drink too
much water (didn't want to risk an upset stomach which would result in me
being the first man in Allen Park Race history to be running full speed
while taking an involuntary shit). So 1/2 on my head and the other half
went all over my face. Running and trying to drink from a tiny
Dixie cup is a lot harder than it looks. FAIL.
| Eli was "volunteering" by handing out water at mile three |
The next couple miles was pot hole city. Hot. Hot. Hot. Thank God
that there were neighborhood sprinklers were going every couple hundred
feet or I don't think I would have survived. I would have surely melted.
There were a total of four (official) water stations and
there was probably five more where people just took the time out of their
days to hand out their own water. I was sure to thank everyone I ran
past, whether or not I took water.
I was beginning to get a little weak around mile 3 until I found a
great motivator... there was this very hot, very fit woman with an
awesome body and tiny little shorts with her ass hanging out of the
bottom. That caught my attention immediately and I instantly thought, "You
better stay behind her." I'm such a creeper. But, running behind her
made the last half of the race bearable. (Jerry totally neglected to mention that *I* was also at mile three, cheering him on!)
Overall, I think I did pretty good. The race was
small and fun. I plan on doing another one. I am actually signed up for
the Detroit Free Press Relay. Wish me luck!
Here are the "official" results:
Time: 1:01:43 (a 9:57/mile pace)
Age group: 11/14
Overall: 133/190





