Walking to my corral with my race buddies there were already yells of “Bacon” from every direction and individuals asking to have a photo with bacon. Waiting at the corrals there was a brief mist of morning moisture which is my kind of race weather. I know others around me may disagree but when you run races in costume a little moisture is always appreciated.
After many countdowns until our corral we were off. My group primarily stayed together until eventually I was on my own by Mile 8. We always have a rule to go on your own pace and if it’s slower or faster we all meet at the end.
There was much enthusiasm on the course with the cheerleading squads, the throngs of well-wishers and volunteers, inspirational handmade signs, along with the great bands. My favorite had to be around Mile 4 with the Journey cover band.
Costume Runner Obstacles
One of the many obstacles in running in costume is the obvious with the visibility factor and heat depending on how elaborate your costume is and if it one that will cover your entire face. One of the obstacles that many of us who run in costume face are unfortunately the few that don’t understand the magic of running in costume. Fortunately these three were the only ones who verbally expressed disdain for costume running in which I politely stated it’s what I love to do and I do it for many charities and the kids of those charities in which they responded in silence and ran away in embarrassment. The best way to thwart these naysayers is with “killing them with kindness’ because in the end you are beloved by the crowd even more with your enthusiasm and goodwill.
The Joys of Running in Costume
It’s moments like this when you do meet wonderful people along the course who cheer for you and your costume. I was lucky to find this lover of bacon who expressed his love on his race shirt. He was kind enough for me to take a photo of his wonderful shirt with bacon.
I was making good time here when I heard one of the Portland Police officers who were taking care of the traffic for our race call out Bacon. I had to stop and take the photo…right?
As soon as I saw Mile 12, I knew the end was near and the excitement only made me run faster. There was so many cheers and the announcer couldn’t believe they were seeing bacon run through the finish line to where my race buddies were cheering me on to finish.