Summary: I hated this race so much. The course was the dumbest idea ever. Here I am thinking, “space center–I’ll see space stuff; maybe a rocket ship?” NO. SPACE WASTE. This was like running through space metal or a junk yard. It was a two loop course and by mile 20 I was done with how stupid of a race this was. There were no chips. The race director spindled the numbers as you crossed the finish line. When I crossed, he was like, “are you sticking around for the rewards?” Me. “no.” My inside voice: “this is the stupidest race ever the course was horrific. No. I don’t care who won anything. I hate this race so much.” So I leave.
Two weeks later, I get a plaque in the mail. I won for my age group.
I look at the results. Guess how many runners in my age group? One. Me.