Cheesequake State Park HASHaTHON 6 Mile Race Recap
This morning I ran the 6 mile HASHaTHON race in Cheesequake State Park. It was only the second time I’ve run it, but for years I’ve wanted to go back to do it again. This must be the season for me to go back and finally do the things I’ve been planning to do for a decade, right?
The race was a lot more difficult than I remembered it to be. Ten years (maybe?) and two kids later and my memory is a big foggy.
There were tree roots every step of the way, with few flat portions. A ton of uphills and twisty steep downhills only to go back up and down again. This definitely was a different test mentally and physically than the half weekend last month.
Also, ten years later and two kids later my bladder behaved wildly different than last time. I guess with all the bumping up and jumping around I should’ve worn a diaper. Sigh, the perils of motherhood and racing.
I ran using Galloway’s timer for a 30/30 split. It wasn’t a true run walk run with that split as mostly I ran the flats and downhills and walked uphills (or climbed really)! I just kept to that ratio so I could remember to give myself a break throughout the race as needed and kept it on vibrate so as not to distract from the scenic beauty of the trails.
The ratio proved to work for me. I finished slower (obviously) than that first race as I’m quite heavier and more out of shape, but I also took it easy and stopped to take in the scenes and take some photos.
In the end, I picked off about 8 people in the last two miles and two more in the last quarter mile. One guy was working so hard I didn’t have the desire to pass him at the finish line. It wasn’t going to make the race any better for me if I did and might have made it worse for him.
I don’t plan to do this trail race again anytime soon. There were a few spots I rolled my ankle and I’d rather not get injured. I’m all about running for the fun of it and for long term.
The race was well marked (better than I remember) and lots of water and ahem beer stops. I cannot park-take in that fun anymore as it’s always gluten-laden! They even brought in fresh hot pizzas at the end… man life sucks sometimes.
Anyway, I hung around to find I didn’t win any awards (is that any surprise?). I still have a good shot at awards when I hit the next age bracket in five years…
Update: I forgot to add that I totally was “carded” and asked for ID when I tried to go into the post race party area!! That felt good, but I told the lady I just wanted the free cup to bring home to my son because I can’t drink the brews. Yay for pigtail buns and covering my grays with a quick crocheted headband I made the day before!