I wrote a previous blog post on Saturday's First Flight 5k race results, so following is a full race report on Sunday's Flying Pirate Half Marathon.
The Flying Pirate course is very interesting, even on a sunny day, but Sunday's weather was supposed to be an epic disaster, with thunderstorms and lightning a possibility. The race organizers even had county school buses located at strategic mile markers to actually pick up every runner off the road if lightning was imminent. Thankfully, the lightning stayed at bay, but that didn't mean it wasn't raining the entire day, sometimes in a torrential downpour. So waking up that morning, I picked out an old pair of high-mileage shoes and a tight shirt, the last thing I wanted was a lot of fabric in the rain. And oh yeah, massive use of Glide.
Race Day |
Standing at the start line, I looked down and saw my watch completely blank. My cheap digital watch, survivor of over 1,700 miles, was staring back at me with nothing on the screen. So much for the '30M Resistant' logo on the front. Okay, so this was now going to be a real test of my inner-voice pacing. Starting in Corral A, one behind the elites, our group surged forward at the gun and we were off, starting on a wooded residential road for a few miles. I was continuously surprised by the number of residents who were standing in the rain and cheering us on; it was really well-supported by the communities we were running through. As we rolled through the first four miles on residential roads, runners naturally got into single file to run along the roadway lines and the raised portions of the streets as water rolled towards the edges.


The Results |
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Whoa, watch the dagger. |
Half Marathon (13.1 mi) : 1:34:47 | 7:14/mile
Placing: Overall 48th | Age Group 4th
After the injury and long winter rest to end 2011, I really didn't know what to expect in my first distance road race of the 2012 season. I had heavy legs and hip pain after my final shake-out run, and I just completed a 5k the morning before in a PR time. Add to that the rain, the muddy trails, and the lack of a watch, and I wasn't expecting much on this morning. So I was completely overjoyed to learn I not only ran it in a great time, but I ran it in a personal best. The entire weekend could only be described as a complete success.
The Swag |
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And the mutt got a frisbee! |
Though the expo didn't have much to write about, the bounty was pretty impressive. As a Flying Pirate Challenge participant, I received a 5k cotton t-shirt and a half marathon tech shirt ("Arrrrgg We There Yet?"), all in a reusable grocery bag (nice extra). And since it was supposed to rain the next day, they had samples of anti-chafing cream and BandAids.
For running the 5k, every participant received a medal -- okay, a full-sized medal for a 5k? Not really hanging that one on the self-fame wall, so I left it as a decoration at the in-laws beach house. For winning my age group in the 5k, I received a gold pin of the Wright Brothers Memorial. The half marathon medal was well-designed, with a bottle opener on the side and a charm that pulled out of the back and attached to a necklace. And at the end of the finishing chute they were giving out pirate visors, a nice freebie that will come in handy on the beach. Finally, if you completed the Challenge, you also received a challenge medal.
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Visor, tech shirt, and L to R: half marathon medal, charm, 5k age award, 5k medal, challenge medal. |
The Verdict |
It was a fantastic weekend, with great support from the community, the volunteers, and the runners. And it was small enough where I didn't have to worry about constant runner traffic on the half marathon, getting some space to open up and really run. It was a fun course, and I will definitely be back...and hopefully bring some sunshine.
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Coming down the final stretch. | Water pouring from my left shoe. |