Although my pregnant running days are quickly waning thanks to a cranky ligament on my left side, I can never seem to resist a good pre-Thanksgiving Turkey Trot. So by the time our holiday plans were solidified this year, I was online searching for a local event for Ben and I to do before the traditional festivities (family, food and football watching) commenced.
Enter the Corvallis Turkey Trot, a family-friendly event in Ben’s hometown. A short race-morning commute, plentiful parking and a flat and fast course through surrounding neighborhoods made this one a no-brainer.
As race day drew nearer, however, my gut told me that my original pick of the 10k over the 5k was a bit overly ambitious considering my current condition. It’s never fun going into a race worrying about whether or not complete the distance, so at packet pickup I opted to drop down to the 5k distance instead.
Ben stuck with the 10k group, which started at 8:05 am, so I stood on the sidelines to cheer them on as they took off. Then it was back to the car (ample race-day parking FTW!) for 10 minutes to stay warm until the 5k’ers took off.
The temperature was a “balmy” 27 degrees, so I spent my final moments trying to figure out what to wear because I still hadn’t decided whether I’d be jogging or walking the 3.1 miles. In the end, I figured I’d at least give jogging a shot, so I ditched my coat and gloves before I locked up and headed over to the start line.
Here’s how the next half hour or so played out in my head after the gun went off:
- Mile .1: Wheee! I’m running again!
- Mile .2: This feels AWESOME. Why did I ever stop running?! I should go FASTER!
- Mile .3: Hm, I think I might have to pee.
- Mile .4: Why am I so out of breath?
- Mile .5: I definitely have to pee.
- Mile .6: Pregnancy support belt has migrated from below belly to above waist and is now crushing my bladder. Pull over to re-adjust.
- Mile .9: Strava crashes, my music dies, and now I can’t take any mid-race pictures. Bummer.
- Mile 1.1: Pull over to adjust pregnancy support belt for second time.
- Mile 1.3: Why are my shins tight? Oh, that’s right; I haven’t been running in a few weeks, and now I’m trying to “race.”
- Mile 1.4: I’ve really gotta pee.
- Mile 1.5: Pull over to adjust pregnancy support belt for third time.
- Mile 1.7: Yep, still have to pee.
- Mile 1.9: Screw the support belt. Note to self: Never again wearing it over slippery spandex tights. Resort to tugging it down while running.
- Mile 2: Only one more mile to go!
- Mile 2.2: Curse support belt while tugging it down. Again. Debate letting it just ride up and letting the belly fly for the rest of the race.
- Mile 2.3: Seriously, is this baby using my bladder as a trampoline?
- Mile 2.5: Slightly loosen support belt while shimmying it down around my hips. Stay put! Only a half mile more to go.
- Mile 2.7: Support belt, you are now the BANE OF MY EXISTENCE. Tug, shimmy, grimace. Repeat every 100 meters.
- Mile 3: This feels AWESOME. What have I been complaining about?! I LOVE running!
- Mile 3.1: Where’s the bathroom? And the food?
Final time: 30:38 at a 9:51 pace, which was good enough for 12th in my age group.
And that, my friends, is why I think this may officially be my last race — not only of 2015, but also this pregnancy. Of course “famous last words,” and I’ll never say never (especially when those holiday events come calling…), but as you can see it’s starting to be more trouble than it’s worth.
Luckily, though, I was done in time to get some water, grab Ben’s phone from the car and watch him cross the finish. His final time was 57:19 at a 9:13 pace, which placed him 10th in his age group (not bad, considering he had a porta-potty pullover that cost him a few minutes).
Racing and running aside, we’ve got a lot to be thankful for this year. I hope you and yours had a happy, healthy holiday, as well!