I barely had time to recover from the SeaWheeze Half before being plunged back into the realm of teeny shorts, at Harborthon 5K on Boston’s Long Island. We frequented this event last year, but I was a mere spectator (which, granted, meant a lot more beer). This year, I was legitimate, although a part of me longed for the good old days of lawn slacking.
This run really has no business being called a run at all. It’s a massive outdoor party that happens to have a 5K in the middle of it.
Harborthon supports Camp Harbor View, which was created in 2007 by Boston’s mayor and a local businessman to provide an affordable summer camp for at-risk inner-city kids. It’s a remarkable setting, with great facilities, a beach, a baseball diamond, and gorgeous views of the city. The camp also offers year-round programming and social service support. All in all, an excellent reason for a run.
There’s customarily no public access to Long Island, so the race organizers put together an elaborate system of buses and ferries to get us to where we needed to be. We chilled while the rest of the runners arrived in installments, soaking up the pre-entertainment, the lovely view, and the warm night air. All we needed was beer and food. But no, someone thought it was a good idea to make us run three miles for it. Geez.
Before I get into the running part of this run, I’d like to remind everyone that I had done a half-marathon five days earlier. I’m going to use that as the reason this run was so tough and not the fact that I am still very bad at running, despite doing it a lot. This was a particularly stellar display of badness.
I did recall Hubby describing this course as particularly hilly, and despite my best efforts to pretend the hills weren’t there (squeezing my eyes shut and putting my fingers in my ears, i.e. turning up the volume), they were indeed everywhere. It was uphill for the first mile. And then rolling after that. It ended on a downhill, but the damage had been done. Who knew an island would be so mountainous?
So, a poor showing on my part. Half-marathon five days earlier! But that’s OK, we were really there for the cause, the feast, the beer, and the fabulous ’80s cover band. What can I say, I’m a sucker for (old) new wave. We stayed for an hour or so then jumped on a ferry to come back. By all accounts, the party kept going for at least another hour and a half. My kind of run.
The event: Harborthon 5K
The location: Long Island, Boston
The date: August 16, 2012 (this was the rain date; it was originally scheduled for July 26)
My time: 33.47 (10.53)
Hubby’s time: 21.19 (pace 6.52; second in his age group!)
The cause: Camp Harborview
The T-shirt: White cotton tee
The aftermath: B.Good feast: burgers, pasta salad, potato salad, grilled corn. All-you-could-drink beer and cider.