P was so very kind to get up and drive me to the start line of the race. I got there wayyy too early last year so I planned to get there a little later and it worked out perfectly. Had a few minutes to warmup (some pain, but not too bad) and got in my corral with enough time for the star spangled banner and to run into my TNT friend Cruger.
It really wasn’t as hot as I had thought it would be-I forgot to check the actual temp before we started but race directors had it at code yellow (it did later change to red).
Mile one was a bit congested, but that is expected for a race this big. It started to open up after that and was downhill until Mile 3. The crowd support was awesome as usual. I swear there are as many spectators as there are runners. The first 3 miles felt easy-fast-but easy.
Then I hit Cardiac Hill. In reality, I don’t think the hill is THAT bad but running hard in heat and humidity kinda sucked. I made sure to grab some water and told myself if I didn’t hit my A goal I would be okay.
Once I got over the hill though, it was better. I caught my breath, checked my watch and realized it was very possible. So I kicked it into gear. I enjoyed a few “misters” and tried to stay cool and just enjoyed the crowd. Not gonna lie, I hit the I-wanna-puke moment at the end. I didn’t see a single person I knew on the course. And I didn’t take any pictures till the end. I swear, 10K’s (and 5k’s) are such a blur to me. You run all out and have no time to really get in a zone or take in the scene. Just know it was fun-even though I may have said to myself don’t do this again next year while I was actually running.
2761 out of 57,754 overall
443 out of 28,656 women
67 out of 3757 women 30-34
I needed this. I needed to make sure my PR in April wasn’t a fluke or a short course-I definitely think with less heat and humidity I could’ve done even better. And, I beat my Peachtree PR from last year. Pretty solid day.
Side note about the Peachtree: it’s tradition that the shirt is still cotton. 5 shirts are chosen as “finalists” and then runners get to vote online for what shirt they like. You have no idea which shirt wins till you get to the finish line and get it. This is my 3rd year running and, in my opinion, every shirt has been ugly. I blame it on the rednecks that aren’t really “runners” that actually vote-there is always a decent one but a bad one usually wins. No runner would choose this thing. Period. Who likes a cream t-shirt?? So bummed. I will keep each and every one though. It’s an Atlantan’s prize possession.
After getting the coveted-yet always pretty ugly t shirt-I made my way to find the the cold towels-a must on a hot day.
Then, I went to find the Atlanta Track Club tent. A huge perk for being a member-they had powerade, breakfast from Waffle House and a commerative cup for ATC members.
I ran back into Cruger and my friend Ryan and we headed up the street to watch the race for a little while. With corrals A-Y….the race seems to go on forever! I left and walked home around letter R I would guess.
P and I went to a BBQ in the afternoon and the Braves game with my sister and bro-in-law that night.
Quite the All American day if I do say so myself. I’m very thankful that I have the freedom to run, hang out with my friends and go to baseball games. Maybe that sounds odd, but I think we often take our freedom fore granted.
And yes, as long as I am in town for the 4th of July, I will run the Peachtree. It’s Atlanta tradition. No matter how much I hate the shirt.