'17 Wellington Fun Run for Humane Tomorrow (Number 4 Down!)
4/15/17 - Wellington Run for Humane Tomorrow 5K / Flower Mound, TX (4 of 12)
After a bit of a discouraging medical incident that put a halt to a 5K I had signed up for and was ready to run on April 1st, I had to find another race to take it's spot for my April run. Luckily, right up the road from us, in the lovely town of Flower Mound, TX, popped up the opportunity to run in one of their annual races that is a supporter of the local humane society - The Wellington Fun Run for Humane Tomorrow.
This particular race had a nice family 1 mile Fun Run to start the day off and for the first time, my wife and little one decided to come out for support, and to take place in the walk! It was very exciting to have them with me, although I will say that a 1 mile walk, praying that your 2 year old doesn't get wild, hyped and loose - prior to a 3 mile race - can be nerving. All worth it, nonetheless.
The run was in a very nice, quiet community where we got to run through lovely neighborhoods. I noticed at the first of the race, for the first mile or so the course was going at a slight downhill. I always keep that on my radar, cause I know there will be some sort of uphill to balance out the difference at some point, so I try to pace myself so I'll have the energy to conquer it. I assumed that the elevation would start to slightly increase as we ran through the neighborhoods, but for some reason, it just felt like it had leveled out.
Out of nowhere, I made a turn out of one of the neighborhoods and there was a pretty daunting hill before me - about 100 yards with a pretty nasty looking incline. As I got to the top, I was excited, but something just still didn't feel right. For some reason I felt like that all the elevation still hadn't been compensated for. As that last thought went through my head, I took another turn and saw before me what I knew for sure was what I'd be detecting - and even MORE so. I was looking at the steepest, longest hill I've ever ran in a 5K. Easily the length of 3 football fields, I pressed my way up it, past the 2 mile marker in the middle of it and on to the top. Up at the top was a nice little police officer pointing to turn left with a big grin on his face, repeating, "It's all downhill from here, folks." I wasn't sure if he was talking about the course or the end of our lives after finishing that hill, but none-the-less I took a deep breath and prayed that he wasn't lying about the rest of the course being downhill.
Luckily, the officer wasn't lying. The majority of the race after that torturous incline was downhill and leveled off. I finished the entire race without stopping to walk (even with the crazy hill), and I got to share my accomplishment, along with my whining about the dreaded hill, with my wife and little guy. Hopefully they'll come back and join me again :) !