Saturday, December 13th was the scheduled date for the first race for the first ever session of A Season to Run. On September 22nd, 3 women joined with me to spend 13 weeks learning to become runners. For Gisele and Sarah, it was a leap of faith. Neither believed they’d be runners, able to complete a 5k in just 12 weeks. Maggie was more confident, but still not convinced.
We started slow, running one minute and walking 5. Each time they ran, the runs got longer and the walks got shorter. Each time they ran, their confidence grew and, although they didn’t believe they were ready 2 weeks before the race, they were pretty sure they’d make it through the race. I was pretty sure their time was going to impress me!
We were scheduled to run in a local 5k, part of the Christmas on the Coosa celebration. (It’s a 12k and a 5k – the 12k’s of Christmas.) The race was supposed to be at 8, but some of the publicity went out with 9 as the start time. SOOOO, Thursday, I got a call saying the race had been moved to 9. Great – I had a new group of runners who were supposed to meet me after the race for their run. So, I sent out emails and made phone calls and everyone was set for the correct times – beginners at 8, racers meet me at the start line at 8:30. It would be tight, but manageable, since the race started 2 blocks from the gym where the beginners were meeting.
Saturday morning was COLD! for Alabama. There was a hard frost covering the ground and my bushes

Rose bushes covered in frost
when I took Harry out and I was somewhat worried about clothing for the race, especially since I would be going out with the beginners before the race. I threw extra clothes on the pile, and ate an omelet and headed out for the gym. One girl was a little late, but I got everyone else warmed up, had her stretch just a little easier than the rest of us and we were off… this group is currently running a max of 2:45 (that’s 2 minutes, 45 seconds). We did our runs and made it back to the gym in good order.
I switched gear and hurried over to the start line. The cool thing about running in a small-town, home-town race is knowing so many people around you. I found my “runner girls,” got my number, was grabbed by a couple other friends, including a couple of the women from a fitness class I have attended sporadically and the father of one of my runners. Then, the person running registration asked if I would help get the line down by working registration (I do it for other events for this organization), so I did that for a few minutes. Leaving the desk, though, I turned into the heater and JUST BARELY touched it with the side of my hip – OOPS! My tights now had a gigantic hole in them (well not gigantic, but 2 parallel “rips” about 4 inches long). Fortunately, the heat also “sealed” the tights, so they wouldn’t rip or run further. But, DANG!, that’s my favorite pair!
We got pictures of the 4 of us in our t-shirts, got some basic instructions on the course (lots of turns, but do-able), and lined up, towards the back of the group. I had the GPS set for a max pace of 10:30 and a minimum pace of 13:00.

(l-r)Jeanne, Gisele, Sarah and Maggie
Of course we started it off a bit fast. I slowed us down, but everyone was handling it fine. We stayed close to the 10:30 pace until we got to bridge, where we slowed for the uphill. We beat the pace on the downhills and slowed slightly for the uphills. Gisele and Maggie stayed right with me and Sarah took her customary place about 30-40 feet behind us. (She seems to like running that little bit behind the group).
Maggie took the water stop like a pro and Gisele and I decided we didn’t need any. Sarah was fine behind us. We were over halfway there and everyone was running easily. As we came up to the next turn, I realized that we were going to pass the house my parents bought and lived in when they moved here over 30 years ago. Since I was out of running stories and had promised to talk most of the way, I started telling Gisele about it. Maggie and Sarah had their tunes on and weren’t bothering listening to me.
We were still running sub-11 minute miles. We came down to the main street and crossed to run behind my church (I LOVE racing here in town, feels so familiar!). Sarah was still behind us and I was checking everyone’s breathing every couple of minutes. We hit the bridge, running on the very narrow sidewalk. I picked up my pace a bit and we turned the corner. Gisele and Maggie had decided to sprint the last and Maggie’s sprint was great! At the end, I let Gisele pass me, encouraging her to the line. Sarah wasn’t far behind!
Our times were between 32:10 and 32:30. Maggie was third in her age division (with Sarah being fourth) and Gisele was second in hers (which is the same as mine, so I had third!) Yep, small race, but YES! Great performances by first time racers. I didn’t think that they’d win prizes so I didn’t worry when they left. I happened to hang out till the end and was amazingly surprised when I started collecting trophies! I was able to give Gisele hers when I saw her later walking around the Christmas “fair.”

Gisele shows off her trophy.
Maggie will get hers Monday night.
Gisele was still floating last night, when we (Jesse and me) went to the Christmas party for our (mutual) Sunday School class, and again this morning at church!