when good noms go bad

Last year, a friend of mine who lives in North Carolina ran in the Krispy Kreme Challenge.  Thousands of folks run, eat doughnuts, and then run again.   Sounds great!  I do enjoy wacky fitness events so it seemed right up my alley.  Unfortunately, I was not willing to drive the 2500 miles in time for the 7:30 AM start so I gave up on this dream.  Little did I know a few months before that, a dozen people or so ran in the first Krispy Kreme Challenge West.

And I remained ignorant of the local event...until Friday.  That morning I had to send a Facebook note to someone and happened to catch wind of the local race.  I could barely contain my excitement as I searched for registration information.  I quickly found an email address and I asked if I could still register.  Soon after that I found the Facebook event page where I learned registration had closed 4 days before.  Dejection set in.

But a couple hours later I was informed that I was welcome after all!  I spent most of the afternoon telling people about the race.  And soon I was up Saturday morning to head to Hospitality Point...

Before I plow ahead, you might also enjoy Christine's account with many more photos.


yes - the bib number was on a barf bag. Nobody barfed.

The morning started with a pep talk and a 1-mile warmup run.  During the pep talk I learned that I was totally outclassed.  Many of the folks there are ultra-marathoners.  That means they ran races that are longer than a marathon.  Such as Western States (100 miles), Arrowhead (135 miles in Minnesota in the winter), Badwater (135 miles from Death Valley to Mt Whitney in the summer), etc.

With that out of the way, we were off...


at an awkward part of a wave

I soon settled in to a pace next to a guy named Emile.  He was wearing a shirt from local burger joint Hodads, which said "Powered By Bacon."  Turns out Hodads pays for all of his race fees in return for him wearing their wacky shirts.  All my marathon friends are now jealous because most races cost over $100 these days.

After that pep talk Emile joked, "I feel like a slacker since I only run marathons."  Yeah.  Well I have run a half marathon.  Once.  And I don't intend to do it again.  Maybe I'd show em all up when it comes to doughnut eating though.


one mile down with my pace partner, Emile

Actually, I'm not a big doughnut fan.  It's surprising considering my sweet tooth.  But I find them easy to skip.  I prefer brownies, cake, and cookies.  I believe I have never ever eaten more than 3 doughnuts in one sitting before this day.  As a result, I was really unsure how well I'd be able to handle a dozen.  And unlike the NC event, finishing the dozen is a requirement in order to finish the race.


notice my halo, the doughnuts still seemed heavenly at this point

Christine was the one who noticed the eating part of the race was a tale of thirds.  She was right on.  I was hungry so the first 1/3 was fantastic.  But the second 1/3 was rather gross and I slowed down considerably.  The final 1/3 was just disgusting.  There's no other way to put it.  Noms had gone bad.


I can't believe I'm still eating!

Emile ate faster than me so I ran the second half solo.  Every now and then I had a little bit of upset-stomach feeling but it always passed quickly.  I was a little bit slower in the second half but not because of tired legs.  Fortunately my stomach kept it together.  I may not be the fastest runner in the world but my stomach is quite athletic...handling most any food with aplomb.


I was beaten by the girl on the right. At least I beat the pregnant girl.

I learned one thing that I did not expect.  I really enjoyed the smallness of the race.  There were only about 30 participants.  I met the race organizer, his fiancée and a few participants.  When he gave the pep talk, he just talked to us...without a microphone.  So it was easy to feel a part of the community that was there, understand his connection with the charity we were supporting, and get to know a few of the other runners.  The fee was $10, mostly to cover the cost of the doughnuts.  I mentioned $100 marathon fees.  Even 5k runs are typically $30 these days.  Oh, and no bathroom lines, parking issues or other crowd problems.

All-in-all a very fun time and it left me with a story to tell.