- Until race day, July 4, 2013, at 6:30 a.m., I was unsure whether I was going to participate. After days of 80-100 percent chances of rain, and even more predicated, I was not excited about traveling 6.2 miles down a rain-soaked road with tens of thousands of my “closest” friends. Amazingly, the rain cleared for about three hours—plenty of time to make it from Lenox Mall to Piedmont Park.
- Zero. The number of weeks or days or even minutes that I trained for this year’s race. I do distinctly remember telling my husband in February that I was going to really train this year and run the whole thing, not just walk and jog. I crack myself up!
- This year marked a personal record finish time. Based on the previous point, you probably think my personal record was a personal WORST. You’d be wrong. Without one ounce of training, I used Jeff Galloway’s walk/run method (walk for one minute/run for one minute), the entire way and came in within a minute and a half of my goal time.
- This was the first time I’ve participated in the PRR as a loner. In previous years, I’ve walked with friends. This year, those friends were either out of town or had recently become new parents. My husband participated with me last year, but didn’t choose a repeat performance. Alone, I was much more interested in connecting with others along the route, creating a shared experience. I was also much more vocal with volunteers and safety personnel, thanking them along the way and appreciating their service.
- My husband is the greatest husband in all the world. He thinks I make a bigger deal of it than it is, but he was so sweet to support me—even in my reluctance—at this year’s race. He was up at 6:30, had me out the door by 7. Drove me as close as possible to my start wave. Then drove 6 miles—in traffic that took him 45 minutes—to within a block of the finisher exit. On top of all that, he’d gotten me a bottle of chocolate milk—which we all know is the best recovery drink after working out.
- As a July 4 event, the PRR is a showcase of patriotism—or not. Sadly, I noticed the trending term ’Murica or ’Merica—which I find to be condescending and disrespectful—on more than a few T-shirts of participants. This made me wonder if there’s a “depatriotizing” of America happening.
- I think it’s great of Publix to provide SO many snacks and drinks after the race. From bagels, to bananas, to peaches, to pretzels, to Powerade to granola to Grape Fanta, to Coke to cream-filled cookies—Publix nearly provided everything one would need to have a picnic on the Piedmont Park grounds . . . were it not for the mud and impending 100 percent chance of rain. I only wish they’d provide travel-size deodorant sticks! LOL
- The section of the route on 10th Street between Peachtree Road and the finish line is MUCH longer than I remember. And the “bridge” of photographers is a sneaky finish line decoy—you can see it from a distance, thinking you’re almost there! But no! You have a quarter-mile to go!
- I need a red dri-fit T-shirt so that I can represent the University of Georgia Bulldogs! This will be my next running gear purchase!
- 10. It’s two days after the race and I can still hardly walk from the soreness in my legs. That’s what I get for not training! When I returned home on race day, I tried very hard (mentally) to bring myself to sit in an ice bath to aid recovery. The best I could do was to sit in cold tap water. Next time, I will try to work up the courage to add ice. But even the cool water seemed to aid my legs.
Did you run the Peachtree Road Race? How was your experience? Did you achieve a new PR? Tell me about it in the comments!
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