My First Race

I would like to start by saying thank you to everyone that helped me train for this event. My personal trainer, my masseuse, my nutritionist, and of course my personal assist for getting to and from the event. I would also like to thank my sponsors, if it was not for their support of my goals, none of this could have been achieved.

The Twin Cities Marathon holds a number of other events throughout the weekend, so I decided early this year that I would work and train hard so that I could be in the Diaper Dash. It is a pretty straight forward race. All of the competitors are put into an inner circle. We have to sit there until the start the race, once started, you have to roll over and then crawl the 10 meter to the outer circle to win.

This type of a challenge would require a lot of training, time and effort. But I felt like I would ready for it. With a lot of work done around the house, in the backyard and at the park I was confident that I would do well.

Race game came and I was excited. Perhaps a bit too excited. I broke away from my regular routine and found myself in the moment before the race with out my morning nap. I knew right away that this could be the difference between a win and just finishing.

The race was a long and grueling effort. The start seemed to take forever to get everyone settled into our starting positions. Then once the gun was fired and we were on our way, I found myself sitting far to close to the other competitors around me. I was locked in, stuck. I couldn't get myself enough room to be able to roll over.

Then it happened. Like all long endurance races, I hit the wall. I became completely and totally exhausted. I didn't know what to do! All of that training, the long hours, the dirty diapers, all of it. Wasted. I was to the point of cries. It just was so painful that I cried with each crawl, the effort was just to great. I gave everything but the course was just too much for me. I completely broke down...

As soon as I finished, my loving family was there waiting for me, with my recovery drink and lots of encouragement. It took a bit but I came around and started to feel better. Soon after I was given my medal, it was placed around my neck and I felt all of the pressure and pain just wash away.

After the race I spent some time crawling around and catching up with some of the other competitors to see if their events what as hard as mine. And it seems like the general consensus was that this was one difficult race.

I had a great time, and I know that I will be back to race this again some day soon. Only 364 days until next years race!