Or something like that. Tomorrow's 10K in National Harbor is going to be brutal...to my brain and memory. OK, and to my muscles.
See, I had so looked forward to a local 10K, that the minute it was available for registration, I jumped on it. And didn't read the swim info. Didn't read important info like, the course closes 45 minutes after the first person comes in. What? Holy crap. I'm hoping the first person doesn't come in until 2:35. My goal pace is 3:20.
Oh, and the swim is USMS certified (or whatever), but the swim info page lists wetsuit rules from USAT. What? The water is supposed to be between 76-80 degrees. Wetsuit?
And if they're going to base the 45 min on the first wetsuited dude coming in, well...
Fear not, I emailed the organizer. Nice guy named Denis (yes, that's spelled correctly, poor guy). I begged him that the race not be 10 x 1000 meter loops. He said no problem, it'll be 20 x 500 meter loops. Not really. But not too far off. It'll be 8 x 1250 loops! Ay caramba!
Here's my other worry, and you must know that this organization is really a triathlete-run/organized one: Some a$$ doing only 5 or 6 laps and being first in. I base this on my past experience with "these people."
No worries, dear reader(s), as Denis told me he'd give everyone at least 3:00 to finish, and not "45 minutes after the first in." And, he said, everyone last year finished in that time. Um, really? Crap. I guess my goal is no longer 3:20. And I have to count up to 8...
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