'Menifee Mom' Takes Us On a Run Around the Course
Editor's note: Menifee resident Karen Thomas writes a "Menifee Mom" column regularly ...
Editor's note: Menifee resident Karen Thomas writes a "Menifee Mom" column regularly for Menifee 24/7. She also is an avid runner. Here she writes about her experience running in Saturday's Menifee Half-Marathon.
By Karen Thomas
Due to the hazardous air quality from the smoke that blew in on Friday, I went to bed that night not knowing if I would be racing in the morning or not. It was so bad I didn't want to walk around outside, let alone run.
The race organizers were not oblivious to the conditions. They had contact with authorities who were monitoring the weather and the air quality. As expected, the winds shifted overnight, blowing most of the smoke out of our area.
Still, when I arrived at the Mt. San Jacinto College campus in Menifee Saturday morning, I wasn't so sure running was a good idea. There was still the smell of smoke in the air. But the race was going on as planned and I couldn't bear the idea of sitting this one out.
A few miles into the race, I received a phone call telling me one of my kid's soccer games was cancelled due to the smoke. That made me think maybe I shouldn't be running, but I kept going anyway.
Checking in for the race was a breeze. Things were organized and everything went quickly. The restrooms seemed adequate too. I've started so many races waiting in a very long line for that one last trip to the bathroom. Not so with this race. That's one benefit of a small town race.
Despite a lack of an obvious corral helping people to cross the start line properly, the race organizers did a nice job preparing the race course. The miles were marked, the turnarounds obvious, and the water stations were adequate. The roads were kept clear and safe. Not only did they have nice cold water and cute kids offering to spray you with water, but they had Gatorade and electrolyte gels as well.
Personally, I prefer to carry my own water and use the aid station water to splash on my body. It just isn't easy drinking out of a paper cup while running. My plan almost backfired, though, as I came around the turn onto Holland Road. Just as I started to throw the water on myself I looked down and noticed it was Gatorade! That was close.
Apparently, a fellow runner wasn't so lucky. After the turnaround, I noticed a man running whose shirt carried the mark of being splashed with Gatorade. Hopefully next year the organizers will help people more clearly identify the liquid they are offering!
I was feeling pretty good throughout most of the race. I sometimes make small talk with people I run by