a nice bystander, seeing my obvious noob status with the selfie, offered to take a nicer fmaily photo for us.
and we all had put shirts on over our bib numbers. oh well. the boys are now big enough that the idea of the number is not the highlight of the activity (which is also nice).
Child1 had a good race. We started too far back in the pack, so the first km was a constant fight to pass walkers and make progress through the crowd. In fact, we did not stop passing walkers until about the 2km mark, which was surprising to me. They conveners did a very bad job marking expected times at the start line.
Child1 set pace and i followed him the whole race. we had a pretty slow and irritating 6:40 first split, and then dropped to a fairly stead 5:30 ish for the middle three kms. The final km was closer to 5:10, so it was a decent speed. I expected this to be the race that he was faster than me (I have not been training), but it was not. I might have another year or two on him yet.
Also, as a road race, I noticed how horrible the surface of the roads were. I also twisted my ankle pretty nicely around the 3km mark. It started to get quite sore around 4.5km but I was pleased that I had a decent jog. I have these delusions that I could run 4:30 splits if I were motivated to be fast...