The entire theme this weekend is that snow is no fun. Luckily, runners ARE a lot of fun!
The Wurst Running Club Ever was getting pretty excited for the S-No-W Fun Run in Lake Geneva – running in the wurst possible weather, Schnapps at the finish, and a rockin’ post-race party.
I booked a room for the me & the hubs at the race site, the Grand Geneva Resort (formerly The Playboy Club). I hoped we could get up there early enough to check into our room before the race. Unfortuantely, we did not budget the time it would take us to get the car out of our alley due to the snow. <– This is foreshadowing.
Anyway, the race. It was snowing. The roads were snowy and slushy. This would be fun … or s-no-w fun. Luckily the temps were “warm” … mid 20s.
Source for all race photos: Pete
I ended up running most of the race with Pete. We kept a comfortable pace.
He’s been dealing with ankle issues, and maybe it was the crappy snowy footing, or sympathy pains, but my ankle started hurting a bit during the race (and for a little bit after, luckily it’s fine now). Then my shoulder started hurting. I guess I did not have a relaxed form.
There is an uphill near the end, which I miserably tried to “run” up.
Thankfully, once we were done, it was time for Schnapps, beer (Leinenkugel Creamy Dark, Red Lager and Hoppin’ Helles, and Miller Lite), burgers, sausages, chips and cookies.
After eating, my husband still hadn’t turned up in the crowd, so I went off looking for him and found him in the lobby. Apparently he couldn’t tell where to go post-race, and ended up heading to the lobby. Meaning he missed the food & booze. He didn’t seem to care because he slipped during the race and his knee was hurting (he had slipped earlier in the week, while walking to work, and hurt his knee then too). So we headed back to our room, showered, and relaxed with some room service.
I headed back to the post-race party (Roberto wasn’t up for partying, so I left him in the room, pretty sure he napped). I seemed to have gotten there just in time for the end of the Sausage Dance. So sadly, I couldn’t not compete, but Erin represented the WRCE well … she won! She threw down some serious moves, and certainly earned her tiara. And sausage. And shirt.
We were so proud. After her sausage-earning moves, she was the most popular girl there.
The rest of the evening was lots of dancing, beer drinking, checking out the various Hugh Hefners and Playboy Bunnies … and the King?
When the party ended at 8:30, the night ended for me. The group mentioned hitting the hot tub, but I would have had to walk past the hotel restaurant and through the lobby to get there. And while I brought my suit, I did not bring anything to wear over it. And without a pair of bunny ears and tail, I would have looked silly walking about in my bikini, yes?
This morning, we left early, around 9am, so that I could get to my first burlesque class (at 12:30). However, it snowed all night in Chicago, and the roads here were pretty bad here. We park our car in the garage off the alley behind our building, but of course, they don’t plow alleys in Chicago (apparently they also don’t plow side streets – I think our street has not been plowed since it started snowing on NYE). And we drive a Corolla. We ended up getting stuck in the snow in our alley. After about 45 minutes and with the help of three neighbors, we (OK, I was behind the wheel) were able to push the car out of the alley, and parked on the street. By then it was too late to take the bus to class. Bummer.
For some reason, despite the crappy conditions during yesterday’s race, and the stress of getting our car out of the alley … I wanted to go for a run. Perhaps it was the winter wonderland-ness of it, and running in the snow feeling reminicent of being a kid, or not making it to dance class and still wanting to do something. I knew it wouldn’t be long – ended up calling it quits after 15 minutes. My ankles couldn’t take the rough footing.
I snapped some pics though:
And now that the temps in Chicago are dropping down to negative 10 (with a feels like of negative 40-50), I probably won’t leave my apartment for the next 36 hours.
Anywho, so the S-No-W Fun Run was fun, moreso because of the post-race party. I’d definitely like to do it again next year.