Official Race #2: 2009 PVI Runfest 5K



I love the title of this blog. When Mike and I starting thinking about a title for our own little corner of the internet blogosphere, we bounced around a couple of names. When Mike suggested “The Running Jerks”, I instantly loved it.

You see, Mike and I aren’t runners. At least we weren’t when we started. We were just a couple of jerks that decided to start running. There’s a subtle difference there that speaks volumes. When we started, I had never run consistently for more than a mile. Never. I couldn’t even tell you the last time I ran for more than 100 yards at a time. When walking up a flight of stairs is a monumental challenge, running a mile or two doesn’t even cross your mind.

So staying in on a Saturday night in preparation for a Sunday morning race was a bit odd. For someone in my profession, someone can never go out on Friday night during the fall because of high school football games, staying home on a Saturday night is a pretty big deal. Saturday is your one night of revelry during the week.

That’s exactly what a runner would do. And that’s what I did. I had a large pasta dinner at around 8 p.m. Runners load up on carbs. I went on a 3.5 run at a nice slow pace at around 9 p.m. to keep my legs loose. I was in bed by 10 p.m. I didn’t even question my actions. This is what needed to be done to ensure a successful race.

A successful race used to be that I didn’t have a heart attack at mile marker #2. What am I becoming?

Anyways, I finished with a pretty remarkable time of 24 minutes 31 seconds. That’s over 2 minutes faster than my previous personal best, over 3 minutes faster than my last 5K race and 8 minutes faster than the first time a ran 3.1 miles.

The race also marks the closest I have ever come to vomiting post-race.

Let me repeat that – I purposely paid money for the privilege to run 3.1 miles. I ran those 3.1 miles in such a fast time (for me) that I nearly vomited in a trash can while helping myself to a complementary banana.

Again, what am I becoming?

So let’s take a look at who beat me this time:

#55, Joseph Frommelt, 15, Fairfax, 23:55 — Again, my little brother, who has not been training since May, finished 30 seconds ahead of me. He had enough of a lead to pose for the camera.


I’m 0-2 against that.

#51, Jon Hammerer, Springfield, 51, 23:23 — Nothing I can do against Captain Hammer. l_a53a6650dbc43e02917c6fd80d1180fd

#38, Jay Wind, 59, Arlington, 21:41 — Boy, he was fast like the….Wind! Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all night. Be sure to tip your waitress.

#1, Julius Kipkoech Kogo, 24, Chapel Hill, 14:29  — Beat me by 10 minutes. But I don’t have to live in North Carolina. So there.

A quick note: My next race is right around the corner. I’ll be running in the Abbott and Depend Dash For Dad 10K this Sunday. I guess that I didn’t learn my lesson. If running a 5K almost made me vomit, imagine what’s gonna happen on Sunday. I’ll give you a clue… I’m bringing a change of underwear… and socks.

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