Cape Cod Trail Race

I had planned this trip out for MONTHS. I was going to spend a weekend in Boston, running in the Cape, head to NYC for the week, and be back in Boston to run in Rhode Island the next weekend. I was PUMPED.

There was some drama getting out of SFO (duh), leaving me stuck at my layover in SLC. Using my quick wit and undeniable charm (present even after hours of delays out of SFO and hours of delays in SLC) I managed to get myself on the first flight out the next morning.

I still ended up sleeping on the floor of the airport though, and it's not that comfortable.

Also, when it's time to clean, they basically vacuum around your body, like your body is whatever lifeless spirit you've got left.

In any case, I arrived into Boston-Logan, where my buddy JV picked me up and we promptly went to drink at a local brewery--cause that's what good friends DO after hours of travel drama. 

I woke up early the next day, borrowing JV's car for the drive out to Cape Cod. I arrived early and realized it hadn't taken long for my East Coast vibe to wear off. I was freezing!

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The race started right on time, after a spirited singing of both the National Anthem and God Bless America. The trail was brown--dry and dead. I think I forgot that winter a thing in places that aren't California. It was a nice and easy trail, not a ton of gain at all, with some areas boasting gorgeous single track. 

It's done!

It was a really fun 10k. I finished in 1:04:22 and placed third in my age division. The food at the after party was pretty top notch...we're talking like chicken breast, soup, bagels...I had forgotten it was hardly mid-afternoon when I finished and really didn't need to eat that much.

And the award for most interesting medal goes to...

I took the rest of the day to meander back to Boston...stopping at Plymouth Rock (not that interesting) and a pretty stellar state park.