Yes, you read that correctly. I ran an 8K, and I went all the way to Key West to do it. I am not sure I have ever heard of that race distance before but back in the 90s, St. Paul had a race on St. Patrick’s Day that was slightly odd and it could have been an 8K. I know I ran that race at least once while in college, so while I can’t say with certainty I’ve never run that distance before, it has absolutely been awhile.
So how did this race come to be? Well Dan and I wanted to find a destination run to do with our friend, Jeff. Additionally, we wanted to get out of Minnesota in January and go someplace warm. I believe it was Jeff who originally found this one a couple of years back, and we decided this was the year to do it. They offered other distances as well and initially we talked about doing the half marathon. However, Jeff and his wife, Kathy, wanted to arrive in Key West the day before the race and there was no way I could commit to a half without getting there sooner. So, if we were flying in the day before, the 8K it was.
We left Minneapolis on Saturday morning, right at the start of a massive cold snap. To fly into Key West, we had to connect through Atlanta. We spent considerable time worrying about our flights being on time and getting to Key West that evening. While our connecting flight out of Atlanta was delayed briefly, we did arrive in Key West close to our scheduled time and thankfully, Jeff was able to pick up our bibs for us.
After some less than quality sleep that night, we awoke bright and early at 6am in order to Uber to the start by 7:30am when our race started. It was a muggy morning, and something we were certainly not acclimated to given the climate we left behind. I was definitely not feeling 100% after a day of travel that included plenty of self medication (i.e. wine). But we were all excited to be there. We talked about what pace we were planning to run. Jeff asked me if I was going for 8 minute mile pace and I said gosh no, I am not even sure I can run that fast. The guys said they were just going to take it easy, but I never really asked what that meant. It was definitely an older crowd for this event, which I suppose makes sense. It’s not a cheap place to visit or live and I figured a lot of retirees living in Florida accounted for the demographics. Eventually we got underway. I tried running Dan and Jeff’s pace, as I wanted to make an effort to stay with them. However, it didn’t take me long to get frustrated. It seemed no matter how much I slowed down, Dan was still behind me. I figured I would leave the two of them to run their pace and I would run mine.
I took plenty of time to enjoy the course. Dan and I honeymooned in Key West but I hadn’t been there since. Twenty five years later, I didn’t really recognize much but there were some places that looked familiar and brought a smile to my face. It wasn’t crowded on the course, which was quite nice. It just felt so good to be out running in the warmth, weaving across the island, and thinking about the fun trip we had ahead of us. As I neared the end of the race, it really started to thin out and I was slightly afraid of getting lost. Thankfully, there were plenty of volunteers directing runners where to go. An 8K should be 4.97 miles. I remember looking at my watch calculating how much more I had to go when all of sudden there was the finish line. I crossed at 4.72 miles, so the course was a little bit short (or maybe I unknowingly took a shortcut somewhere though I’m pretty confident I didn’t). I grabbed some much needed water and waited for the guys to finish. They came in shortly after and we enjoyed our post-race refreshments and got our t-shirt.
We needed to get back to our resort but I wasn’t comfortable getting into an Uber all sweaty so we opted to walk part of the way. As we walked, we chatted about the race and talked about how much we all enjoyed it.
When I got my race results, I was quite pleased. I ended up 3rd out of 69 in my age group and 58th out of 602 overall. As previously mentioned, it seemed like an older group of participants and my age group was certainly well represented! Additionally, I managed to run an 8:21 pace after traveling and consuming wine the day before. The race organizers said they were going to mail my award to me, but so far, I haven’t gotten anything. Oh well. Regardless, this was still a really fun event to do- great course, artistic and unique finisher shirts, and nice weather. I’d certainly do it again.