Run Scared 5k and 10k
The Silver Strider online presents
The Run Scared 10k and 5k
The 10k
By Karl Johnson
Oct 29 – Seward Park
It was a cold, chilly morning as I dragged my dead body out of bed. Anyone with half a brain would have rolled over and gone back to sleep. Craving brains, I dragged myself out to the kitchen to start the coffee and put some life back in me. To no avail, sadly. Oatmeal was a poor substitute for that which I crave most.
Got in the car to head out to the race but even my Android Auto wasn’t coming to life. Fortunately I had been to Seward Park several times so I had a general idea how to get there and I managed to get my phone app to work. I did get a decent parking spot near the start so I could warm up before race.
I got my bib and someone told me, for some weird reason, I should enter the costume contest. I got booted in the second round, though. Maybe I would have done better had worn a costume or at least put on some make up.
We all headed over to the Blu Water Bistro for lunch/brunch afterwards. Sadly still no brains on the menu, but the Jerk Chicken was delicious and a decent substitute. I was finally starting to feel alive again. Everybody was in good spirits and it was great to catch up with friends and meet some new ones.
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The 10k race results in photos by Bruce Fisher
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The 5k
By Jerry Dietrich
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My main concern was getting to Seward Park extra early so that we wouldn’t have to park up at the top of the hill. I was going to climb the hill once during the race and in the past when I parked there I had to make a trip to the car for some reason before the race, and another after the race, This would mean I had to climb the hill three times. My old legs protested too much after the race.
I car pooled with my son-in-law, Brent, who was doing his 4th series race.
We arrived early and found a decent parking spot. I retrived my race packet and settled in for a nap. I headed for the start line about ten till and found that I had timed everything pretty good.
Brent said he was going to walk with me and I protested. I wanted him to run not walk.
x We finally compromised. He would walk the first .6 mile with me and he would leave me at the base of the hill setting his own pace.
It was a good thing he left. The first 150 meters is the steepest part of the hill and I cramped about halfway up. I stopped and rested on a huge log on the left side. After 30 seconds I stretched and began moving again.
Once I fininished the initial steep part of the hill, I was able take the rest of the hill in stride.
The downhill stretch back to the shoreline seemed disappointingly short compared to all the climbing we had endured.
Back at the shoreline runners enjoyed the beauty of the park all the way to the finish. The 10k runners were mixed in with us. they started 15 minutes before us and their faster runners were lapping our slower ones.
The first Male Silver Strider in the 5k was Bob Foster with a time of 24:55. The first Female Silver Strider was Laurence Davin with a time of 21:42.95.
After the race, I was planning on staying for the awards, but after a half hour or so, I decided to leave. There was a cold breeze coming off of the lake and I was getting chilled.
We drove to the Bluwater Bistro and had a great meal. This was Betty’s favorite restaurant for good reason.
Brent will be finishing his 5th race in the series at Renton in November. I need to finish 1st in the final 2 races to make my goal of 80 points. The prospect doesn’t look too promising since I’m on the wrong end of my division. Next year I’ll be in a new age group. Oh! Boy!
Patty Husko will be running her first race as a 70 year old in Renton and Ray Arrington will also be doing his first as a 75 year old.
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The 5k race in photos by Bruce Fisher