Now that I’ve completed a 5K run in my new town, it’s safe to say I landed on my feet here in Charleston.
I wasn’t feeling this race until the morning of. With Mommy being in the hospital and feeling slightly down after looking at pictures from the Florence Track Club’s Spirit of Florence 5K, I would’ve debated staying home if I hadn’t registered. I planned to visit mom immediately following the race, but she told me not to cancel my plans and wait until the weekend (I visited her on Sunday and am happy to report she is doing MUCH better…)
I got up at 5:45 Wednesday morning for the 8 AM start. Drank my coffee, put on my “One Tough Cookie” headband and Fitness World Running Club tank, and grabbed my sports beans. Looked at my collection of race numbers, rubbed my worry rock, and smiled at my Florence Track Club team picture.
Runners love our routines. Locations change, the people we run with change, our paces and distances change- but some things don’t change. Some things will never change.
I was ready to rock this 5K for what it was worth.
The race was at Trophy Lake, which is on John’s Island outside of Charleston. The 5K was a cross country trail run near a lake, but basically in the middle of nowhere- definitely one of the most rural parts of the area I’ve seen since getting here and reminded me a little of back home.
Before the race, I met up with fellow blogger Alex from Tour De Blue Shoes, who runs and recaps lots of Columbia/Midlands area races but was in Charleston on a family vacation and
couldn’t pass up a chance to run a vacation race wanted to cross “Running with the Tiny Terror” off his blogger bucket list.
Alex is a pretty awesome guy, and I hope we run into (not literally) each other again. just met him in person an hour before, but a fellow blogger waiting for me at the finish of my first Charleston race really meant a lot since I didn’t know anyone else.
I expected slightly more frills at a race in Charleston- and I guess I expected wrong. Before the start, everyone huddled around and the race director led us down a dirt road, drew a line in the dirt road with a stick, and told us to get behind the line. Keep in mind, there’s probably around 100 people or so here.
He also announced for someone to hurry up and move a car so we could start (hey, the driver didn’t know where the start was, so he didn’t know his car was there) and to tear the bottom part of our bib off and hand it to him at the end for timing. He reiterated that if we didn’t, don’t complain to him when we don’t see our results.
The race itself was around the lake, through a trail in the woods. The course was really nice and well marked along the way- only the start that had to be marked on race day. No hills, but some roots and low hanging limbs- of course low hanging limbs or trees are no match for me. It was hot but not brutally humid out, and I even started out slower than usual to run an effective, negative splitting race. I finished in 25:35 ish.
I say ish because the results of the race weren’t online Saturday night when I was writing this. No marked start, no chip timing, no results online 3 days after the race… should’ve used Carolina Running Company. Perhaps I’m a little biased since I miss them.
The awards ceremony was held right after the race, after the organizer said he wanted to get it over with so we could all get out of there and drink (his words, not mine, he was a snarky guy!). I won third in my age group and got a new pair of running socks, which I guess is cool because it’s something I can use. Despite the race being at “Trophy Lakes”, no one got a trophy- the overall winners got gift certificates for a running store.
Above all, it was a fun experience- my first Charleston area 5K and my first time running on a trail in awhile. A lot of people were vacationing or running it for fun with family members, and since it was a holiday race, people dressed up patriotically, decorated strollers, wore red white and blue tutus, things like that. It was definitely a festive kickoff to a Fourth of July spent with running, friends, and family, and I’ll always remember that.