This race was my first of two Turkey Trots this Thanksgiving week. Frankly, while I'm sure the other will be fun, it will be hard to top the Coney Island 5K Turkey Trot for good times.
First of all, the race started at 11:30 a.m., which in and of itself is awesome. It allowed me to sleep until 9, have a cup of coffee and chill out with NY1 News before taking my 15-minute Q train ride down to Coney Island.
The swag was amazing - a really nice hooded sweatshirt with a running turkey on the front. Plus we got a party! Free beer and hero sandwiches, accompanied by a DJ, at Peggy O'Neill's outside Keyspan Stadium, after crossing the finish line.
I also got a t-shirt, courtesy of Muscle Milk, that I will be debuting on Thursday morning. It has a trompe l'oeil pilgrim collar and belt on the front and says "SexyPilgrim.com" on the back.
PSA: Before reading further, please go watch the video at SexyPilgrim.com
Now that you've stopped laughing, you have some idea of the general mood of this run.
At 11:30, all the runners - including two dressed as Pilgrims, complete with a guy in a bonnet - gathered on the Coney boardwalk next to the parachute jump and some guy with a thick Brooklyn accent announced into a microphone "OK, here's the race. You start here (pointing to the parachute jump) and run down to there (gesturing down the boardwalk towards Brighton Beach) and then back to here." And then he blew a whistle and we were off.
There was a guy stationed at the 1- and 2-mile markers holding a stopwatch and yelling off splits to people as we passed. I ran a 9:30 pace the first mile and something close to 9 for the second. I was feeling good, if slightly overdressed, and sprinted into the finish with the goal of coming in under 27 minutes, which I accomplished running full blast. My last mile was run at 8:41 pace - better than my current NYRR bib pace. Sweet! Then it was time for beer.
The scene in Peggy O'Neill's was pretty hilarious - picture a lot of people in their 50s and 60s wearing spandex and dancing to disco. Although I have to say, many of them were far more, er, flexible than I - there were some moves I'm sure Patrick Swayze approved as he watched down from the Great Beyond. The beer was free and cold, the heros were tasty, and there was much applause as the race winners accepted their grand prizes of free Butterball turkeys.
I capped off the day with a Nathan's hot dog and a return trip on the Q train, summarily followed by a nap. Thanks, Coney Island Sports Foundation, Polar Bear Club and Peggy O'Neill's for an awesome day at the beach.
