Yay! It is Shamrock Run Day! Up early and getting ready. I started this annual tradition in 2012. I started because of BreAnna. The race benefits Doernbecher Children’s Hospital. I joined a team from the hospital originally that first year and last year. This year I discovered that there was a team where I work, Portland Community College! So I joined Team PCC.
That first year, I ran the 5K. It was the first race I ran since high school track. It was exhilarating. The Run is held on the waterfront in downtown Portland with a field of 35,000. It is the second largest race on the west coast.
Everyone puts on green and shows up for what I’d describe as a huge welcome to spring. There is Irish music, food, beer… A wonderful way to bid farewell to Oregon winter.
Last year I ran the 8K. Fun time again! Ran into several people I knew and hadn’t seen in a while. Folks I knew from work and from our children’s grade school days (other parents). I told myself I would take the next step for this year and signed up for the 15K. So I did.
Got up early for the 7:40 am start to the 15K. Got thumbs up and smiles from many with my amazing thrift shop find a couple of weeks back:
Yep. Leprechaun hoisting a green beer, throwing up a rainbow into a pot o’ gold!
There are fewer runners in this race, so the wait at the start line did not take long. I had concerns about the 9 plus mile distance, as my last few runs were less than stellar. But I deliberately started slow and ran the first few miles steady. The course is hilly. I had run sections of the course over the last few weeks, so I knew what to expect. The segment through downtown Portland was cool.
I did experience some unpleasantness mid race; needed to pee, but the lines were long. Did not want to break my stride too much. So I soldiered on. Climbed the hilly portion of the course. From recent runs, I knew the discomfort would only be temporary.
Got up and over and it was downhill from there. Did walk some short parts of the race but got rejuvenated when I put my earbuds in for some music to push me along. Usually don’t run to music, but with closed streets the danger of getting hit by a car while I rocked some Tool was nonexistent. It was in fact, Tool’s “46 and 2” that kicked me out of my whimpering walk to a running finish!
My time? Not important, because I am a runner, and I ran. Today was a good day.