I meant to post the other day, but blogger had other plans–I know many of you can relate. Sometimes races don’t go according to plan either. I was reading Big Daddy Diesel’s race report the other day–where he placed 2nd overall in the aquabike, btw–and it brought up a few memories. In his post, BDD talked about having to scramble to make it to the starting line; he got there in time, but with only about 15 minutes to spare.
It made me laugh, because I’ve had a few of those experiences over the years myself. One time I was headed down to Annapolis, about a 30-min. drive from here, for the annual 10-miler there. I thought I had given myself enough time, but no, I got stuck in a huge line of traffic trying to exit at Navy stadium. By the time I got parked, I had to run to catch the tail end of the runners crossing the start line. I literally ran right onto the race course and just kept going. Thank goodness for timing chips!
Then there was the year I did Boston with a few friends and we decided to forgo the bus system and instead take a cab up to Hopkinton. Yeah, it seemed like a good idea…
When we got to the exits for Hopkinton, they were all blocked off to general traffic. We started to panic–the exit was still a long way from the finish. If we had to jump out and run from there, we probably wouldn’t make the start, not to mention all the miles we’d put on our legs before the marathon we had ahead of us. Somehow we were able to coerce the police to let us through and the cab got us fairly close to the start line. My two friends in the first corral that day had to give us their bags to check and run right onto the course. And even with another 30 minutes before the rest of us started, we still had to scramble to check bags and make our way to the corrals.
My favorite of all race mishaps happened to my brother. He had met us in Delaware for a sprint triathlon. My son was a baby then and we had brought along a baggie full of rice cereal. My brother had also brought along a baggie full of Cytomax for his race. He made up his race bottle and yep, he chose the wrong baggie. Rice cereal for hydration, anyone?
It all goes to show that we can’t take ourselves too seriously…sometimes, no matter how hard we try, things will go wrong. What close calls have you had on race day?