I teamed up with a friend of mine to do it as a relay, another first for me. I don't want to chance having a bike crash, while carrying a mini human, so I'm not doing any of the bike legs, in races this year.
It was a small field of 88 racers, and a lot of people seemed know each other, which was a fun feeling. Since it was my first year, I didn't think I'd know anyone. As I stood there gearing up with my sister, Pj and team mate Alfredo, a few of the people from the bike shop where I picked up my packet, came by to chat. That felt incredibly welcoming!
Pre race felt exactly like a normal race…I was nervous and excited, with a slight sick feeling in my stomach. I wasn't expecting that. In thinking about racing pregnant, one thing I was really looking forward to was not feeling any of the pressure to perform, that I usually feel before a race. I thought I'd just feel satisfied with myself, for making it to the start line, with an extra person in tow.
Turns out competitiveness, doesn't cease.
On the other hand, I had made peace with the fact that there was a chance I may be bringing it up the rear, happily seated in last place.
The whole group took off into the brisk, windy, beach air. I set a comfortable pace, which did feel faster than I thought I would. Then we hit the grass portion of the run. Ugh! I didn't train on grass at all! I felt myself slowing, which was disappointing. I tried to keep pace, and surprisingly, I was passing people left and right. I felt good, the baby felt good, and I didn't feel that I was straining to keep pace.
I have to admit, passing people wearing a shirt that said "Baby on Board" was extra satisfying.
I came in from the first run, still on a full tank. For as good as I felt, I was hoping/predicting that my pregnant ass ran somewhere between a 16 - 18 minute total first leg. I clocked in at 15:20. What. Up.
In my training runs (which I do alone), I've felt so slow, so seeing that I kept a 7:40 pace for the first run, I was so pumped!!!
Alfredo headed out on the bike, and I hung out with PJ and my sister. It was so cold, and I was worried that my muscles were going to tighten up.
Alfredo described the course as a combination of gravel, dirt and sand. He came in right around 45 minutes…which was fantastic for his very first race ever!!!
I headed out on the second run, which was the same 2 mile loop. Again, I felt good. It did take me a few minutes to warm up, because I had been standing in the cold for 45 minutes.
I didn't have a watch on, so I had no idea what I was pacing. I was having a blast though. The spectators were really fun. They were all through the course, cheering and bouncing around. I love cheering back at spectators. It's kind of like my way of saying thanks for the support!
I felt a lot of energy during the second run. The grass was still a pain in the butt, but I should have trained for it…so it was my own fault!
Still, I swear I must have been smiling the whole time. I was happily stuck in that moment of every race, where you feel the familiar feeling of exhilarating freedom, that is screaming..."This is why I do this!"
It's addicting. Hell, it might be love.
I came in from the second run at 15:50, feeling excited and giddy, because I had just rocked my first pregnant lady race.
I know my pace won't always be speedy during pregnancy, but while it is, I'm going to feel pretty darn good about it! Especially because at almost 5 months pregnant, I brought in the 24th fastest run time out everyone. Yay hulk baby!
After the race, Team Brown Town, spent the necessary time trying to get the perfect team picture…
We are oh so photogenic!
Congrats to Alfredo for kicking butt in his first ever race! And a shout out to hulk baby for pushing me through the miles!
Ps. Hulk baby, if you are a girl…I apologize for the unfortunate nick name…but you seriously rock!