Railroad Days 10k/PNTF 10k Championships

                August 16^th I was set to run the Railroad Days 10k which served as the Pacific Northwest Track and Field Association 10k Road Championships but August 14^th I had to take an unscheduled day off and August 15^th I was limping home from an easy run.

                I have a weird condition called Achalasia. Basically my throat doesn’t work correctly so I have a hard time swallowing food. I had a Heller Myotomy in 2008 to try and alleviate some of the symptoms associated with the swallowing disorder. The surgery helped some but I still deal with reflux and other swallowing issues. Every so often I have what I call “flare ups” where I may be awake all night suffering from painful heartburn (my husband doesn’t think it is heartburn but that’s just what I call it) other nights I wake up choking due to fluid going back up my throat and into my windpipe. Thursday around 4am I awoke gasping for breath and choking on fluid. On bad days some aspirates into my lungs and I am left feeling really crappy the next day. That was Thursday. I laid in bed as much as possible feeling feverish, chills, achy, sore lungs, and just crummy. Within a day I am usually back to my old self, feeling fine.

(Simple explanation of Achalasia)

                I got up Friday and felt normal. I headed out for an easy run later in the afternoon. I decided to stick to running around the neighborhood as I didn’t feel like pushing the stroller on the hilly trail near our house. I was running fine when at just over 5 miles my right calf seized up. I stopped and tried to stretch and rub the muscle to get it to release but it was locked up. I limped the rest of the way home and did some light foam rolling, ice and even took ibuprofen to see if I could get it feeling ok by race morning. My guess as to what triggered it would be the light speed work day on the track Wednesday followed by my unscheduled day off Thursday where I probably got dehydrated due to being feverish.

                I decided I would go to the race either way, at least to cheer and see if it was ok on the warm up. When I awoke Saturday morning it was not good. I could hardly walk down the stairs. It was very painful. Lilyana woke around 6am to nurse. She usually gets up at 8am but she must have sensed I was leaving. I nursed her and put her back to bed.

                I walked around a bit at the race to see if I could get my leg to loosen up. When John (my brother and coach) showed up I talked to him about it. I don’t think he quite understood how painful it was as I have a hard time admitting when something is hurt. I went on an easy warm up with him and a couple other people and it was doing ok. After 1.5 miles it completely seized up and I had very sharp stabbing pain in the muscle. I had to stop. I limped back to the starting area and told him there was no way I could race. I think he understood the pain at this point.

                As the start time got closer I decided to try some strides. I thought maybe it wouldn’t hurt as bad if I was running faster. My logic was maybe I would push off differently or use different parts of my calf more. It still hurt but the sharp stabbing pain wasn’t there. I toed the line and told John I was going to race. He just said ok but made me promise to stop and walk back to the start if it hurt. I agreed.

                The gun went off and I took off as easy as I could without getting trampled. The starting line was very narrow with a lot of people going through the blow up arch. One of my Club Teammates went down. I turned back several times to see if she was ok. Her husband was right next to me and I told him she went down. I felt so bad for her and hoped she was ok but continued on. One of our Club’s Master’s runners stopped to check on her and he caught back up to tell us she was ok but not racing.

(Not sure what year this was but this gives you an idea of the start)

I let the lead group of women go and just focused on running with proper form and not limping. Every step hurt but I was able to stay focused and put it out of my mind. I would never recommend anyone doing this but the way I saw it was I would either injure it more and have to take a few weeks off or I might not do any severe damage and just have to take a few days off to let it heal. I didn’t have any races coming up so I decided to gamble. Minus the calf issue I felt pretty smooth and strong during the race. I was running a very consistent pace around 5:54 per mile. Once I got past the 5km turnoff point I knew I would be running (or walking) the entire course.  

In no time at all I saw the finish. I sped up as much as my calf would allow and finished in 36:56, good for 3^rd place overall. Right when I stopped my calf hurt badly. I must have been running on adrenaline because I was limping only a couple steps past the finish. The body is funny and amazing like that. One minute you are running with perfect form, the next, you cannot even walk without hobbling. A similar thing happened to me at the end of the Chicago Marathon. I sprinted to the finish and right when I crossed the finish line I literally could not take another step. My body felt broken. This was not quite as bad of a feeling but there was no way I was going to be able to jog a cool down.

(3rd place woman)

My calf was severely swollen that night. I iced, took ibuprofen, and gently massaged it and prepared myself for some downtime. These days I actually relish my days off. Maybe subconsciously I pushed the envelope by racing with a strain because I wanted a reason to take days off without feeling lazy. I’m kidding of course. I am not running very many miles or doing that intense of workouts but when I take a day off on the weekend when Levi is also off, it’s wonderful. We take Lily to the park or just do whatever.

I ended up taking 4 days of complete rest after the race. The first day back I walked and it was still painful. The day after that I managed to run 2 miles before it started feeling like it might grab again. I built back slowly and since the injury have not done any workouts. My calf is healed but it has been nice to just take a break and only do easy runs. I finally got a gym membership and have started lifting again. Strength equals speed. Since having a baby I have definitely let the strength component of training slide and I can tell when I try to sprint. My first two days of lifting Levi only gave me four lifts to do. I thought it was laughable but I also knew I needed to start small so I wouldn’t end up so sore that I couldn’t walk for days. I was sore after both sessions but it was a good sore. I guess I should trust Levi’s strength workouts, I mean he is an NSCA CSCS personal trainer and amazing athlete so I think he knows a thing or two. 

I’m not really sure when I want to start adding workouts back in or when my first race back will be this cross country season. But adding the weight lifting back in has somewhat reignited my athletic passion again and I love having that muscle soreness again. It’s so easy to get stuck in a routine, run, run, run, repeat, day after day for your training. Adding something new to your training, like weight lifting, may feel awkward at first. You may feel like you don’t have the time or energy to add this new element in but I am sure you felt this way the first time you started training as a distance runner. It takes practice to get comfortable with something new. You may feel like you are forcing it at first but stick with it, fake it until you make it. You can fall out of a good habit, like I did with my lifting, but with some discipline you can also start up a new habit and make it a part of your normal routine. Strength training, yoga, foam rolling, and many more are some examples of elements you can add to your training that will benefit your running and health.                                                   

Results HERE.

Montana Mile

(Family)

                Four days after Club Nationals I boarded a plane with Lilyana and headed to Montana to race the Montana Mile which is a part of the Big Sky State Games Opening Ceremonies. I have participated in this race 7 times, this one was my 8^th. I am the current record holder and won 6 years in a row, took one year off to have a baby and knee surgery, then decided to come back and race this year.

                When I was initially contacted to do the race I was a little hesitant. Levi and I were in the process of buying and moving into a new house, I had club nationals the weekend before, and I would have to travel solo with a baby. The latter being my main deterrent. I decided to be brave and do the race. My sister lives in Billings, MT where the race is held so I would have a place to stay and a kitchen to cook Lily’s food. One of my high school classmates I found out lives in Billings and she was more than willing to let me borrow a Pack n Play, high chair and car seat. This made traveling solo with a baby so much easier as I didn’t have to pack a bunch of baby gear. I just had one small suitcase, a backpack to put Lily in, and her diaper bag. Another friend who works close to the SeaTac Airport offered to drive me to the airport and have me park my car in her work parking lot. I originally was going to have to just park at the airport but this was way better. Having this gear and a ride to the airport helped us out so much and I am so thankful to have such thoughtful people in my life!

                The first flight took off at 12:40pm. Lilyana usually naps in the morning around 10 or 11am but with the travel to the airport she did not nap. I was a little worried about her fussiness as on the drive to my friend’s work she was very frustrated but once at the airport she was fine.

                As I boarded, I glanced around nervously to see who I would be sitting next to, praying they were at least somewhat child friendly. As it turns out I was sitting next to a cute little 6 year old girl who was traveling alone to Billings, MT to spend time with her Grandma. She loved Lilyana and even brought out toys for her to play with. She was such a sweet little girl and I couldn’t have gotten a better seat mate for Lilyana. Lily even slept for 30 or so minutes on the flight. Traveling with a lap infant is exhausting though, even when they sleep. Your arms never get a break! I also had the joy of changing a diaper in the smallest bathroom I have yet to be in on a plane. It didn’t even have the tiny changing table that most have.

                The weekend before we left Lilyana got her first diaper rash. I thought it was due to her eating peaches and nectarines as it showed up a day or so after I introduced these to her. I stopped feeding them to her but the rash didn’t go away. Her being out in the heat at Club Nationals also didn’t help and seemed to make it worse.  I tried everything to help it go away but was unable to by the time we had to fly. I changed her often to help with the rash, which meant changing her in all sorts of awkward areas, like the plane bathroom.

                I brought food for her and fed her banana and scrambled eggs on the flight. One thing that made things easier was being able to nurse her during takeoff and landing or when she would start to act fussy. Nursing is one sure way to calm a baby down!

                Once I got to Billings I made a trip to the store to buy food and prepared a week’s worth of food for Lily. I bought more diaper creams (Butt Paste which is basically zinc oxide) and even splurged on some “organic” or something type of diapers as I wasn’t going to be doing cloth diapers while traveling. I was willing to try anything to help clear up her rash. Billings was hot but my sister’s house has AC and her yard has a hammock with trees for shade. I let Lilyana run around naked to help air her bum out.

(Spending time with Grandpa)

                Thursday afternoon my Dad came into town which allowed me some free time to get an easy shake out run in before the race. Having family in town was so helpful! Between my sister, Dad and Mom I always had someone who was willing to watch Lily so I could run or race.

                Friday was the day of the race. I took some naps when Lilyana napped and was feeling eager to race. No matter the result I was bound to have a good time. Unfortunately her diaper rash seemed to be getting worse. I had contacted her Doctor and he told me to try the Zinc Oxide for a few days. When that didn’t work he suspected it could be a yeast rash. He wasn’t able to see her but based on my detailed description of the rash he prescribed me some medicine that would help a yeast rash. I got the call that my prescription was ready to pick up right before I was going to warm up for the mile. The pharmacy closed at 9pm (the race was supposed to go off at 8:35pm but it happened closer to 9pm). Looks like I would be getting the cream in the morning. This is the life of being a mom runner; even when you are warming up for a race things that come up involving your children always take precedence.

                When I got to the race I went through the athlete pass gate and headed to the main entrance to wait for my dad. While waiting I saw the little girl from the plane! I immediately went and talked to her and her grandparents who recognized me as the Montana Mile Champion. The little girl’s eyes lit up and they said I bet you didn’t know you were sitting next to a celebrity! It was so cute and humbling. Seeing her made my day and she said she was going to watch me race. I told her I would do my best to try and win.

                My heart felt light and I was very glad to have made the trip. As an athlete it is easy to get caught up in the “I’m not at my fittest, so I shouldn’t race” mentality. But I can assure you that is foolish. Yes, there are times when you should wait to race when sticking to a plan but to have this attitude because you are afraid of competition is foolish. You may miss out on so many great opportunities because you are living scared. Most people do not care how “fit” you are or how fast you run, but that you got out there and competed. It is your attitude that counts. Did you give it your all? Did you step on the track and compete? In just rising to the occasion you are an inspiration and role model to others.

(Lilyana says to run happy and race!)

                I started my warm up later than I typically would as I figured they might be running late. It turns out they were running much later than I anticipated but I stayed relaxed, maybe too relaxed as it felt hard to get pumped up to race when the time came.

                The gun went off and I took off fairly hard then tried to ease up. I was in the lead. I came through in 71-72 seconds for the first quarter. A weekend ago that pace felt easy, tonight it didn’t feel as effortless. I slowed up a bit the next couple laps but maintained a good lead. My legs didn’t have much pop in them and I feel that was from all the racing the weekend before. I stayed strong throughout and crossed the line somewhere between 5:02-5:04 in first place, my 7^th title at this event.

                I saw my Dad with Lilyana after I crossed the finish and she was crying hard. It was past her bedtime and I am sure she was a bit overwhelmed with all the excitement, fireworks and missing mom. I swooped her up in my arms and she was instantly cured. When it came time to go up on the podium and get our awards I was going to hand Lilyana off to my Dad but the race director told me to take her with me. I didn’t want to take away from the other girls on the podium or make it all about me and the baby but I don’t think anyone took it this way. Before the race my Dad said to, “Do it for the Moms!” and that is what I did. Afterwards I had several mothers come up to me and tell me what an inspiration I am to them. The little girl from the plane came up to me and gave me a big hug. It’s the little moments like this that are important to remember. You are never too famous, too fast or even the opposite too slow and unknown to serve as a hero to a child. Even if you can only make a difference in the life of one person, it is worth it. I pray I will be able to be a role model to Lilyana and that she will look up to me when she gets older, not because of the times I have run or the races I have won but because of my work ethic and that I wasn’t afraid to try.

(Post race picture courtesy of the Billings Gazette)

                After the race I nursed Lilyana and headed to the car. My Dad and I grabbed some Wendy’s and got Lilyana home and to bed. Once she went to sleep, which was almost immediately, I headed out for a cool down. It was 10:30pm. I jogged an easy mile and got sprayed in the face by some automatic city sprinklers as I ran. I chuckled to myself about how things change when you have a kid.

                The rest of my trip was filled with some fun firsts for Lilyana. We took her to her first splash park, her first zoo trip, and she said “potty” then went in her diaper for the first time. I ordered her up a potty chair and a couple weeks later she used it for the first time! On one of my runs I ran past a guy who told me good job on my race. I was about at my turn around point and soon caught him when I turned around. I chatted with him briefly and found out his wife and 3 kids were sitting in the front row cheering for me. He said his wife would be jealous he got to run with me. Little did he know but words of encouragement like this help keep me going!

(Splash park fun)

(Water!)

(Yawning when there are tigers to see?!)

        

(Joy and Lilyana)

        




               The plane ride home I sat next to an older lady who was a Grandma so I lucked out again. Lilyana was a bit fussier and did not nap at all so it was a little rougher on me. I ended up having to change her on board again and basically changed her on my knee while standing up, talk about awkward. She screamed the whole time in the bathroom. Hopefully the engine drowned out the noise. We ended up having to take a detour through Oregon due to bad thunderstorms and turbulence. It “only” added 25 minutes to the flight but I say “only” because with a baby that felt like 2 hours! Traveling solo with a baby is exhausting and I was very thankful to be home.

                All in all it was a very worthwhile trip. I was able to see my family and race at a fun event. I remember when I was 12 years old sitting in the stands watching the Montana Milers thinking, “I will never be fast enough to do that!” Oh if I could tell that little girl that not only will she race it 8 times but she will win 7 of those and have the record. She would have thought I was crazy. I wonder where I will be 5 years from now? I have my doubts just like I did as a child but that will never stop me from trying!

                My advice to those still reading this long blog is that you can do it! If you are a mother thinking you can’t I can assure you that you can. Maybe it is in running, maybe something else, just believe in yourself the way your children believe in you. You have one of the hardest and most important jobs already as a Mother so I know the power is in you! So to all, go out there, try a new event, volunteer, spend time with a child and be their hero, because that could be the seed of belief that you plant in their mind allowing them to have hope and dare to dream which can make the world a better place. 

(She is worth it.)

Billings Gazette Article: Click HERE

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Club Nationals

(Club Nationals)

July 11^th and 12^th our Club (Club Northwest) hosted the USATF Track and Field Club Nationals in Tacoma, WA. Club Northwest took 2nd place for both the men's and women's teams. As for myself I was very pleased with my performances and even surprised myself a bit.
          On Friday I ran the 1500m. My husband, Levi, had to work until 5pm so I was going to go solo with the baby and try to race. I packed Lilyana's pack and play, diaper bag, food, and lots of toys and set off at 2:45pm. The drive was "only" 35 miles so I figured I would have plenty of time to get to the race and set things up before needing to warm up. My race was set for 5:10pm. An hour and 10 minutes later I arrived. The traffic going south was horrible. At one point I was stuck on an exit for over 30 minutes and only went 2 miles. Lily slept during the car ride which was nice and when she woke I had plenty of books to distract her. I got to the meet feeling a bit frazzled and tired from driving in traffic but I wasn't feeling stressed. On the drive I told myself this was something beyond my control so there was no need to stress. I may have needed to tell myself this over and over but I found it worked.

The race venue was literally less than a mile from the apartment Levi and I were living the week before. I kept thinking how convenient it would have been if Club Nationals was a week earlier or if we had the apartment one week longer. Instead the week of Nationals I found myself moving from two apartments in a day and a half. Talk about exhausting! Four days before the meet I did something to my upper back. It was giving me very sharp stabbing pains and was hard to breathe. Luckily it was almost healed and didn't bother me by race day on Friday.
               

(Lilyana's home away from home)

 Upon arriving I quickly got her pack and play set up and needed to warm up. It was about 40 minutes before my race. My Club brought a tent so Lily had shade which was nice as it was very hot. One of my Club Teammates was gracious enough to watch Lily for me while I warmed up. This way I didn't have to warm up with a stroller. My teammates and I headed out for our warm up and we were all feeling the heat. I thought back to a workout I did at a track nearby a couple weeks before. It was 94 degrees and I managed to hit all my paces for my workout. Mentally, I drew strength from this as I told myself I was ready to race in the heat. I figured anything 1500m and below would be fine in the heat. I wasn't going to think about the 5k I was set to do the next day but stayed in the moment.
                I thought it would be a lot harder trying to warm up and such with the baby but my teammates and other Club members were awesome and really helped me out by watching and entertaining Lilyana while I warmed up and raced. When the gun went off I got out to good position in the 1500m, in the back of the front pack. We flew through the first lap in 71-72 and I felt fine. Then the brakes came on and the leaders really slowed on the 2nd lap. I was later told we did a 75+ on that quarter. I was not looking at splits but was just racing. I ignored the first quarter split as it was much faster than I usually go out and just stayed on the back of the front pack. It would be the same energy for me to go a little faster and stay with a group than to be a second or two slower and off the pack breaking the wind in no man's land. The third lap I was still hanging on with the lead group. Then the bell lap; I honestly thought I was going to blow up so I wanted to save some kick for closer to the end, like 150m to go. The leaders started pulling away. Off of the final curve I was still feeling good so I tried to go. I was slowly reeling in the 4th place finisher but I had let her get too far ahead of me. I crossed the line in 5th place with a 4:32. I surprised myself with that time. It was faster than I thought. Looking back I think I could have gone a little sooner on the 4th lap. I needed to trust myself and my fitness.

          I did an easy cool down with my teammates then went to watch Levi compete. The rest of my night looked something like this: Finish cool down, nurse baby, change baby, feed baby dinner, chase baby around infield, cheer for husband, nurse baby, pack up all the gear, drive to hotel for post race massage, bathe baby, drive 35 miles home (without traffic luckily), eat quick meal of Jack in the Box, go to bed after midnight, wake up at 2am, 4am, 6am, 7am and 8am for a fussy and hungry baby. Lily is usually a great sleeper so this was very bizarre to have her up so many times. I am blaming it on possible teething and over stimulation from being at the track all evening. Then get up eat breakfast, pack all our gear and Lily's food and hit the road around 10am.

(Hanging with the Athlete of the Meet, Levi Keller)

           Day two I got to the stadium about an hour before my 5k race. I would have liked to have gotten there earlier again but life with a baby just doesn't work out that way at times. On the drive over I sat in the back seat and fed Lily her oatmeal as we ran out of time to do it in the morning. Once we got to the stadium I set up Lily's Pack n' Play and proceeded to warm up. I didn't need much of a warm up since it was a 5k and I had raced the night before. The race was set for 11:35am and it was already hot. I was not sore and didn't feel all that bad until I went to do a stride then I realized how tired my body felt. My plan was just to stay relaxed and shut my mind off for at least half, maybe more, of the race. The plan unfolded perfectly. I went out in the middle of the pack and moved up. I found a rhythm and passed girls that weren't running the same pace. Soon I was sitting in 3rd, my teammate in 2nd. We just hung out behind the leader conserving energy. With 3.5 laps to go I could tell the leader was straining and my teammate and I seemed fine, in fact we were almost running up on the leader. I asked my teammate if she was feeling good. She replied, "Yes, you?" I said that I was and then we took off. I didn't want to hang out behind the leader too long and knew if we made our move now then we would seal the 1st and 2nd positions. Sure enough we pulled away. My teammate ran very strong and crossed the line just over 17:00. I was 8 or so seconds behind her in second. I was amazed how good I felt during the race and how effortless it felt. I felt like I only had to race the last 3 laps which was nice because I had a lot more racing to do.

(Women's 5km)

              After the 5k I took the stroller on a short cool down to try to get my fussy baby to nap. It didn't work. After my cool down it was back to diaper changing, nursing, and feeding Lily. I managed to drink some Gatorade and eat some pretzels or something before I needed to warm up for the 4x800. I would also be racing the 1200m in the Distance Medley Relay shortly after. My 800m warm up was very brief. We were the only women's team in the event so were just running for the time needed to get points. In the relays you have to run a minimum time to even get the points. We all needed 2:30's. I ran 2:24 and honestly felt horrible but we got the time no problem. I didn't even have time to change my spikes before the DMR as I had to go nurse Lilyana right after the 800. I sat on a chair and propped my legs up on her Pack n Play to try and recover. We were in the same position for the DMR. The only other team entered had scratched so we only needed to hit the minimum time. I ran the lead leg, which was a 1200m and ran relaxed. I surprisingly felt a lot better than in my 800m but that is probably because I was running a slower pace. I went 77, 78, 78 for the 1200m. Thankfully that was the last relay and race for me. I was exhausted and Lilyana was too. She was hot and having a little melt down as she napped for all of 5 minutes during the day.

(Relays)

           There was a post race party for all the teams but Levi and I decided to get Lily home. She passed out immediately in the car. She did great over the weekend but I still felt bad for having her out all day. I was partly feeling guilty because I knew in 4 days I would be putting her on a plane to Montana for another race, but this time I would have babysitters aka family.
          The weekend was a lot of fun and I cannot thank the Club, officials, and volunteers enough for putting on the meet and helping me out like they did. I have to give a special shout out to Spencer Walsh (who was the one to offer to watch Lilyana and he did great) and Ruth Perkins for supporting her teammates even though she was unable to race and handing out sponges during the 5k. I know there are many more people that helped me out that weekend but my mind is such a blur right now that Club Nationals feels like months ago not merely a weekend ago.
          I am so thankful to have the ability and opportunity to race and have support doing it.

Post Race Interview with Runnerspace: 5000m Interview

(Men's 2nd Place Team)

(Women's 2nd Place Team)

Quick Recap CNW All Comers Meet

                

                June 25^th I decided to do another double and raced the mile and 800m at the Club Northwest All Comers Meet Wednesday night. The time between the mile and 800 was much shorter, somewhere around 15-20 minutes and surprisingly I felt way better on the 800m this time.

                They combined the men and women in both races so there were 30 of us toeing the line for the mile. I felt pretty tired and crummy on my warm up so wasn’t sure how the race would pan out. I was able to get an uninterrupted warm up in as I left the baby at home with Levi but I was feeling drained. I decided to try and go out conservative and came through my first lap around 1:15. I’m glad I decided to be “conservative” because if I hadn’t thought this I probably would have been sucked out into a much faster pace. About 800m in and I was boxed between 3 guys who were drastically slowing down. I think they were racing each other and none of them wanted to make a move. I slowed up, signaled and said moving out and went around them in almost lane 3 on the curve. Not an ideal move, but I knew if I waited I would lose my rhythm.

                I felt pretty strong the whole way. Coming down the homestretch I could see the clock. I kicked in thinking I might be able to squeeze under 5. This young boy, who probably came up to my shoulder (11-12 years old) came blowing by me. I tried to go with him this old body could not match his young, raw speed. I came in at 5:00.

                I left my spikes on and jogged a mile on the infield. Grabbed a new number, did a couple drills then toed the line for the 800m. Oh yeah in this time I literally went to the bathroom 4 times. Even before the mile I peed over 10 times. I didn’t think I was that hydrated! I was in the outside lane, 9 people in total, 8 men and me. They split up the heats and my time was just fast enough to put me in the men’s race. I figured I would be last judging by the times the guys were all saying they were going to try and hit, but I didn’t want to be so far back to get the pity clap. So I just tried to keep the men in front of me within 50 meters. I came through the first lap in 68 thinking it felt great. I figured if I ran a 70 I would be under 2:20. That was my first mistake. You do not try and “pace” an 800m. I came through the finish line in 2:21 thinking where did my time go? I wasn’t feeling bad. I just really have no clue how to run an 800m. I need to learn how to get into that uncomfortable grind and hold on.

                You would think having a baby would make you extremely tough and able to push through anything in a race but I haven’t found that to be the case. I am stronger in some ways but I have been away from racing for so long that it will take time for me to find this again. I do all my workouts alone so I am missing a bit of the mental tenacity one gets from running with people and pushing yourself harder because there are others pushing right back. I am really enjoying the process and having a blast at these low key type meets. They really are fun for the whole family and a perfect way to spend a summers evening. 

Race Results