Well, it’s official: I’ve run 3 4-mile races, and each one has been slower than the last. But that’s ok. As you know, I did
this one solely for the shirt. And seeing as I just got back in to training and can’t remember my last rest day (February 19?) it’s not exactly surprising that I conked out big time.
We arrived in Courthouse during torrential downpours, so Boy Monkey and I hung out in the car for a while. I floated the suggestion that we go home and back to sleep a few times, but the rain let up 10 minutes before race time, so we finally climbed out to join our drenched compatriots.
The race started, and we headed down Wilson Boulevard. As we were coming in to Rosslyn, I saw like 3 dudes all down and tying their shoe, and I thought, weird, that’s a lot of shoes untied. And then mine came untied right before the 1 mile mark (which was, coincidentally, the end of the hill). My first mile was 8:22 with the shoe-tying; I tried to keep it under control so I’d have some energy left for the uphill. My second mile was 8:16, and then I started to fade. The leprechaun caught me just before mile 3, though he apologized. Mile 3 was 8:24, and then I started up the hill.
On my way up, I wondered how I ever finished the Battle of the Boulevard, which finishes even higher up the hill. I finally reached the finish line, a 9:22 last mile for a final time of 34:27.
The good: The crowd was in good spirits despite the weather. I saw lots of friends out there, and a few of us even went to brunch afterward. Of course the t-shirts were amazing, and the results were posted by about noon. I didn’t go to the after-race party, because french toast is my morning vice of choice, but some lady did offer us her drink tickets–because, according to Boy Monkey, we must look like people who like to get drunk at 10 am. Hey, it’s 5 o’clock in Ireland, right? Or close enough. Also, the leprechaun was a fun touch, and maybe next year I’ll beat him. I’ve had some, shall we say, difficulties with the Capital Running Company St. Patrick’s Day 8k, so I’d pick the Four Courts Four over that one, but I still pick the National Marathon over both of them.
The bad: That hill is a killer, which makes this race not especially beginner friendly unless you’re a beginner in to masochism. Also, it’s a little pricey (about $39 after fees) but bad-ass t-shirts don’t come cheap.
Congratulations to everyone who ran! How did you do?