Let’s subtitle this Race Report: Stuck In a Crowd When The Gun Goes Off. And I don’t mean a crowd in my starting corral.
The problem with doing a “bucket list” race is that you have high expectations. And you want to come away exhilarated with all your expectations met. I did not. You want the short version? Here it is:
- Had an amazing time with my friends.
- Total mess getting to the corrals. I was stuck in a mass of runners who couldn’t get through to the starting area as we heard the gun go off for wave after wave.
- Missed my wave. Missed all the waves, and started running at the tail end of the last wave.
- Spent the first part of the race stressed and weaving through crowds. Couldn’t run at my pace other than in isolated stretches.
- That was exhausting and made it hard to enjoy the race.
- Running with so many military personnel and wounded warriors was incredibly motivating and inspiring.
Bam. There you have it. My Army 10-Miler in a nutshell. So… the details?
As I mentioned in my Friday Five post, I had friends coming to town for this race. On Friday I went to the Expo at the Armory to get my race packet and met up three of them. It was so great to see Melissa from I Thought They Said Rum, K, and J.
The Expo was awesome – so many vendors! I was able to restrain myself from Buying All The Things and only bought an Army Ten Miler glass, and stocked up on my favorite socks. I was oh-so-practical.
On Saturday, I worked a concert most of the day, and then the racing friends came over for dinner. Everyone carb-loaded but me, since I’m still doing the Whole 30. Still going really well, but it kinda seems like it’s going on forever…
We called it an early night to get pre-race rest and I got my things together for the morning. After doing my first triathlon – out of town! – getting things together for only running a race I could drive to seemed pretty easy!
On Sunday morning, I thought I left home at a decent time and had a clever plan for not fighting crowds parking at Pentagon City, where the race organizers had said parking was limited. I drove downtown and parked at a meter (free on Sundays) near a Metro stop that was only a few stops away. Waited a few minutes for a train, and thought my timing was perfect.
So our Metro doors open up and we unload onto the platform. Not too bad, except that we stand there. And stand there. And can’t get up the escalator. People started running up the down escalator, and eventually we made it to the top. This is blurry, but here’s the view looking down to the downstairs platform.
So I’m upstairs finally and more trains unload up there, and we don’t move. For a long time.
It was getting worrisome because there wasn’t any more space for more trains to unload. Finally the Metro people turned off the turnstiles and just let everyone go through – cheering ensued and we were able to exit the station!
Because of that, I came out of the Metro station later than planned, and realized that my friends must already be gone from our meeting spot. I looked around, got the lay of the land, and was excited to head towards the start.
I saw a very long port-a-pottie line and thought I should hop in the line while I had plenty of time (oh the irony now knowing what happens next!). I waited a while until I decided that I should just get into the start area and hit up the potties closer to the corrals. Really, the distance didn’t seem that far, all I had to do was walk from here to there. So I moved towards that area.
And then a dead stop in a giant crowd of people. For at least 45 minutes. Why were we stopped? Why didn’t this mass of people move at all? We had no idea – people kept hopping on shoulders, on a table, trying to figure out what was going on. We figured out they must be funneling a mass of people into a small line, and checking bags or bibs. Every so often we’d move two feet and everyone would cheer. Sometimes people left and we didn’t know if they fared better or were just back in the same line.
We were all getting very stressed and anxious. There were people of all bib colors in this mass, and more just kept flooding into the crowd. And yet we still didn’t move an inch.
We heard the National Anthem. We heard the Wounded Warrior starting gun. Then we heard the first wave starting gun. Then another wave starting gun. I got into this crowd (I won’t call it a “line”) well before 7:30am (maybe at 7:20am?), and it was at least 45 minutes of standing there. I’m not a race newbie, I thought for sure I’d have time to walk the short distance to the corral even with a wait at the potties and get into my corral.
Finally they stopped whatever they were doing and had us all walk through with our arms raised so they could see our bibs, and people ran to the starting corrals – whichever ones were left. But first, I had to wait in yet another line for the port-a-pottie.
Staring backwards from the line at my orange starting corral as our gun went off was pretty stressful.
After my pottie stop, I ran towards the start. I heard them calling for stragglers and felt panicked. I wanted to run at a 9:15/mile pace, but here I was behind the last corral. It meant dodging and weaving through slower runners, runners who were walking or jogging while chatting four across.
I finally broke free and made a plan – try to do 9:12/mile until Mile 3 and then drop back a bit in pace until Mile 5, then pick it up for the second half of the race. But then I got stuck in a crowd turning a corner and started to stress again.
Finally, I decided to just relax. To just run. To just enjoy the moment. And to just enjoy the views of DC. I realized that I had barely looked up from the runners’ backs in front of me until this moment.
Oh, how I love the Lincoln Memorial.
So I started to run with a smile and enjoy myself. I really enjoyed running with all the military personnel, the people running as teams with their coworkers, and was moved by the shirts and tributes on backs for family and friends in the military.
I love running along the river and under the Kennedy Center.
Around this point (I can’t remember what mile but it was a point where we’re running back up the street we went down), I started to feel a little tired. But then I encountered Super Happy Guy. Super Happy Guy was chatting with neighboring runners, and was loudly positive, telling people to smile and have fun. I loved him. I really perked up and tried to shout thanks to him – he really helped give me a zip in my step.
It was great timing because then there was the bridge. Oh, the dreaded 14th Street Bridge.
It never ends.
But you know what? As my Garmin beeped Mile 9, I ran past two different Wounded Warriors with prosthetic legs, who were surrounded by other men in uniform running with them. And it was so inspiring that I shed a tear behind my sunglasses. How amazing and inspiring to run with those strong (in more ways than physically strong) individuals.
And the thought that came into my mind was – “Why Cares?” Who cares about my race finish time? Who cares about my stressful race experience? Who cares about any of that? That’s not what matters. So I ran towards the finish.
My Garmin had me running more than 10 miles at a 9:41/mile pace.
Official results have me at 1:38:34, a 9:51/mile pace. Not exactly what I had hoped for, but fine nonetheless.
So I finished and then – more lines and crowds.
They were out of finisher medals/coins when I finally got to the front of the pack and said to email the race organizers and they’d mail it. Fine, whatever – par for the course for this day, I thought to myself.
But then someone brought a handful and I was able to get one.
First time with the new Iron Girl arm warmers, and I loved them! At first my hands got tingly until I readjusted the material, then they felt awesome since it was chilly out.
Melissa had a great race!
After the race we went to an Irish restaurant for brunch. My Whole30 compliant breakfast didn’t have the same effect as a beer and a burger, but it filled me up.
All in all, I’m so glad I did the Army Ten Miler. Once. I don’t know that I’d do it again, since there are plenty of other races out there.
The highlights for me were being inspired and strengthened by running with military and their friends & family, and doing the race with friends.
In talking to coworkers and friends who ran the race, my estimation is that getting through the bag/bib check to the starting corrals was only a problem after 7:10am. So my recommendation if you are doing this race next year is to make sure you’re there super early. Like way earlier than you think you need to be there, since there are 36,000 people running it. I have done other big races in DC – like the Marine Corps Marathon and the Cherry Blossom Ten Miler, and thought that being so physically close to my corral more than one hour before my wave start would enable me to start running with them.
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