Starting Line at almost 7:45 am
Bolder Boulder. That’s what I did the day after the graduations I talked about in my last post. My sister signed me and a couple of her friends up to do this. For those of you who don’t know, the Bolder Boulder is a 10k that takes place in, surprisingly, Boulder this year on Memorial day. To begin with, my sister and I thought it was a race benefiting something, you know, like cancer research or something. Nope. The Bolder Boulder was a race for racers. So, considering this was to be my first race and that I’d known about it for a while, I thought I had prepared accordingly. Boy, was I wrong.
Me, Sara, and Liz just before the race
Well, to start off, I didn’t do such an awesome job hydrating the night before. Then I had to be up and ready to leave the house by 6. That’s 6 AM, in case you were wondering. Then, when we got there, it was hellishly cold. Understandable, seeing as how it was just around 7 in the morning and I was in basically shorts and a tank top.
So many people and I STILL managed to find him!
So many people were there, I couldn’t believe it. And the amount of people that dressed up all crazy-like for it. Ridiculous.
We got there a bit late, so instead of starting with the FJ’s, like we were supposed to, we started with the FM’s. Not horrible. We took off at a slow jog, but I guess it really didn’t matter. I was worn out by before the first mile. By the time we got here I was feeling like I was going to vomit. And as interesting as that would’ve made thing, somehow I don’t think some people would think it was that funny.
Highest Elevation of the race
We, the runners, had entertainment galore. There were amateur bands on just about every corner, dancers cheering us on, at around 1.5 miles I think there was a keg stand. Just after 2 there was a slip and slide. They were passing out snacks. Of course there was water and Gatorade, but there was also one corner where little kids were passing out marshmallows.
You heard me right, marshmallows. Of course, we took them, thought they were cool, even. That was until we actually ate the damned things and realized it sucked about 90% of the moisture from our bodies. Thanks a lot, kids. Thanks a lot.
Later on there was a corner that had gigantic speakers that were pumping out music and just as we got there Eye Of The Tiger started, and there is honestly no better song to get you to actually start running/ motivated to run, than that song. That group was handing out Doritos. A different group was giving away cotton candy(but we had already learned our lesson from the marshmallow kids, so we didn’t take any), a lady handed me a grape. Yes, a single, small grape. Gee, thanks for the taste. And finally, who can really forget, bacon. No, you didn’t read wrong. Some people were ACTUALLY handing out bacon. It was kind of funny but REALLY distracting because it smelt soooooo good.
When we finally got to the end, I was just about wiped out. It was really all I could do to keep walking just so I wouldn’t get trampled by the herd of people behind me. As we passed the finish line and went inside the stadium we were given loads of stuff. A little lunch-bag with several little goodies in it. Bagels, Pepsi, oranges and weirdest of all, a can of beer. Yeah, right after a race and everything.
Liz, Charles, and Me and a toast to all the crazy runners
Needless to say, we chowed down once we found our other people and a seat. Not being that big of a beer fan myself I only had a couple drinks. The race didn’t sit well with some of us and after a bit of extra fizzy beer one got a bit sick.
After the race, I remember going home. After showering, I found that I was quite sunburned(being REALLY white person and forgetting to put sunscreen on will do that to you) and didn’t really have enough energy to do anything. So I turned on my fan and rested as best I could, only to be woken about two hours later.
Whenever my sister comes to visit she has this nasty habit of just coming into the room without knocking and doing whatever it is she needs to do. If you’re asleep, it’s worst, ’cause she’ll jump on you. If she’s tired, it’s even worse, ’cause she’ll just come in and lay down, generally on something you don’t want her laying on, like your arm. This was one of those times. But when I asked her why she was there, she told me we were going out to eat.
First off, YAY! I love eating out. Secondly, Eck! Don’t wanna move, I ache.
In the end, as it often does, my stomach won.
That’s really all there is to say on that. I’ll continue playing catch-up soon. Thankfully(or ridiculously sadly), not much more happened in 2012 for me to report on.
Until next time…