Today the fam and I joined several friends in the cold and rain for the St. Patrick’s Day Dash at Seattle Center. It was my fourth or so running of the event, the first for the rest of the Jenkins clan.
It was quite good fun.
The day began when we arose at 6 am — 5 am if you factor in the fact that we set our clocks forward the night before. We left the house in the dark and rain and made it to the race with about forty minutes to spare. Tom, Carrie, Tamir and Mo joined us, as did Mike Waldner and a few of his friends. There were probably eight thousand or so runners in the race. We went off in the purple, untimed wave. The rain came down slowly, if steadily, for virtually the entire four-mile race. I ran a pretty decent race for an out-of-shape forty-one year old if I do say so, although I must admit I underestimated the significance that slow runners/walkers can have on a run’s pace. I’m not so sure Reese had a great time getting soaked in the stroller. Finn couldn’t have cared less — he slept through the whole thing. Yours truly, on the other hand, had a complete blast.
We all met up post race for breakfast at the Blue Star Cafe in Wallingford. We weren’t the only racers there — the place was packed like I’ve never seen it, and it took us the better part of an hour to be seated. Tom and I got into the spirit of things with a few Guinnesses and bloody Mary’s respectively. We made it home at about 2 pm, at which point everyone crashed for much-needed midday naps.
Looking forward to next year’s rendition.
Reese should be old enough to run it by then.