If you set aside a slight matter of heat, hills and humidity, this was a super fun race!
Good organization, cheerful volunteers, plenty of crowd support and great food at the end. Any race that provides ice cream sandwiches at the end is a sure winner in my book!
Drove down to the start with a friend who was one corral ahead of me. Luckily, she is way more nervous than I am, so we got there with plenty of time to spare for 2 porta-potty visits and a good half an hour of chatting on the sidelines. I kept hydrating all through with the water that I was carrying.
They were very strict about checking corral numbers in the race! Those who were in a later corral were not allowed to move forward. Apparently, this was the first year that they introduced that. Makes sense for people trying to sneak ahead (like I was trying to go with my friend in the earlier corral), but frustrating for people who got assigned wrong corrals (like this lady who had a 1:55 in Georgia Half Marathon, but was in Corral P for 10k – way way behind a C/D that she should’ve been in).
All through Mile 3 was a breeze downhill. And it wasn’t yet that hot. Mile 4 was the Cardiac Hill and the hills, heat and humidity was a bad combination. Mile 5 was just as bad and negative thoughts started through my head. Luckily, on the course, I was just focussed on drinking water and not dying!
When we turned on to 10th Street, there was a big photography stand set up overhead, the kind that is usually over the finish line. I was so happy and sprinted all the way down. And then … nothing, everyone continued running. It wasn’t the end. It was 0.3 miles still to go !!
Ever so thankful to enter Piedmont park, even though I didn’t meet my time goal. After spending 45 minutes trying to look for my friend, we finally headed back to MARTA. The walk back took longer than our race time.
And the T-Shirt … the famous T-shirt that is touted as a collector’s edition – doesn’t fit right on me. The generic men’s cotton T never does.