We finished our 9. I also changed my shirt and chugged some water. The course was a loop and after a pretty fast for me 9. But this course was also no joke.
Hills, hills, and more hills. And also more than a 4k. About 3 miles instead of 2. When it was all said and done I ran a total of And then it was time for my favorite part of this race- The Beer and Raffle! This time we had bottles instead of kegs. The actual brewery, instead of just the tap room, was opened up for us to spread out since there were so many more runners. We drank some beers. We laughed. And then the raffle started.
The raffle is one of the best parts. Neil the race organizer gets random crap from his office and hands it out. Some people leave early and boy do they miss out! If you ever run a Barely a 4k, stay for the raffle or don't and up my chances of winning an awesome prize! I'm already looking forward to the next Barely a 4k! Red Capes! Neil starting the raffle. Jenny won a growler and a Yazoo santa hat. I won an unbreakable pint glass and a t-shirt.
Steve and Danny didn't win anything. Oh the shame. At the end, we're all just standing around having a beer. If you don't want to run, you can walk. If you don't want to walk, you could probably hide in the bar's bathroom for 20 minutes and wait for everyone to get back.
The races are often full of bizarre surprises, like the Barely a 4K this summer, when a dude in a giant panda suit cheered runners on at the halfway point. That panda suit still resides at the Yazoo headquarters in the Gulch; I've seen it. Linus Hall, founder of Yazoo, is reportedly scared of it, and insists upon making the panda face the wall so it's not looking at him. As we start to run, Penelope almost immediately faceplants. She seems OK, so I laugh at her, because it's funny when people almost fall.
I'm boiling too, although it may have something to do with the gold down vest and the long-sleeved metallic shirt I donned for the occasion, in an attempt to look like a Christmas ornament. With today's percent humidity, I feel like I'm running in a snowsuit. I momentarily consider stripping down and dashing inside for the ridiculously delicious Avocado and Vine Ripe Tomato sandwich — seriously, you should stop whatever you're doing right now and go get one — but we keep going.
It's barely a 4K, after all. I can't tell if the people running behind us are part of our group because they don't have Santa hats on. I turn and squint into the distance.
These people have strollers. If they are part of our group, the fact that we are barely passing them is humiliating. After we crest the longest hill ever, we see the stoplight at 46th and Charlotte. Rose is just around the corner. I'm excited to finally start running, and I take off after her. This is how I almost get hit by a car that clearly has no intention of stopping for pedestrians, or runners in Santa hats. I jump back and give the driver the dirtiest look I can muster.
Then I realize that she's at least years old. I feel kind of bad. We safely round the corner and end up back at M. Rose, where the bar is lined with several varietals of Yazoo.
We take off as many layers as is legally allowed in public and immediately down a beer. Penelope and I ponder whether or not beer is a good thing, post-run. A girl walks by in those weird toe-shoe contraptions. What are they even made out of? Parachute material? The stuff you make rocketships out of? Penelope looks at me blankly.
I don't have an answer. What are rocketships made out of? Are we drunk already? We just ran, we're drinking on empty stomachs, and it's not even 10 a.
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