On Monday, Steve and I ran the Monday Night Mile, a one-mile race that benefited the Saratoga Springs History Museum. It was the first time I’d ever raced a mile, and, well, it showed. See me all the way in the back at the start?
The event, held on the harness track in this horse-crazy town, was an absolute blast. They started each pace group with the starting gate used in horse races, and an announcer narrated each race like it was a hundred-grander (“The lady in pink is holding her pace, but the lady in green looks strong today! We are in a race for first place, folks! The lady in green is ready to make her move, and there she goes!”). It made this 7:34-minute miler (didn’t I used to run 5Ks at that pace? No matter.) feel like a pro.