|Bagpipers serenade runners at the start of the race.|
McGuire's provided coffee, donuts, and bananas for pre-race breakfast. While I generally do not eat before a race, the goodies were a nice touch.
If you were looking for a race, this is not the event for you.
|Runners make their way to the starting line|
|Where's Waldo? (Hint: There are 3 in this photo...)|
Since the 5k route is out-and-back, the fleetest runners had to weave their way through a slow-moving mass of runners and walkers who took up most of the roadway. Let's just say that traffic cones might have helped to corral runners onto the right side of the street... Fortunately, 10k runners had less trouble with course crowding.
Also, the race had one other major flaw. Rather than hand out cups of water, volunteers were distributing disposable water bottles. If runners wanted to run holding a water bottle, chances are, they would have brought their own.
Based on the pile of discarded, half-full plastic bottles I saw littering the course, I have one word for whoever made the plastic bottle decision: wasteful.
Any race that provides ample parking and flush toilets is a good race in my book.
The race, despite the Halloween theme and promise of post-race booze, was well attended by families with children. Many parents, dressed as caped crusaders, pushed jogging strollers full of pint-sized Power Rangers and pumpkins.
The post-race party is the highlight of any McGuire's race, and the Halloween Run did not disappoint. Finishers re-hydrated with beer and Irish Wakes (the restaurant's signature orange juice and rum drink).
Restaurant staff and volunteers also dished out stew, bread, and other goodies for hungry runners.
If the costumed antics don't get you laughing, you have no soul. (Maybe a vampire got yours?)
|Costume contest chorus line|
Run (or zombie crawl) this race if:
- you love Halloween,
- you like a good rum drink, or
- you feel like spending your morning at a block party.
Do not run this race if:
- you want a PR,
- you think Halloween costumes are stupid, or
- you are disgusted by crowds of people drinking at 10am.
Oh... and our costumes!
My friend, C, was visiting for the weekend, so she and I dressed in matching uniforms (complete with beer pitcher and chicken wing props) and Hubby was... well... let's just say he was a big hit with the kiddies on the course because he frequently stopped to hand out COOKIES.
|Putting the finishing touches on our Cookie|
Monster and Waitress costumes and props