This race was a very special race to me for a few different reasons. The last time I ran in the Crim festival of races was the summer before my senior year of high school, the year my mom lost her sight (I ran the 5k then). Also, this was the first race on my journey that my mom was able to attend. We were both very nervous at the start of the day. My mom was nervous she would get lost in the sea of people (they estimated over 50,000 spectators, along with the 16,000 runners), and I was nervous that she wouldn’t have fun with all the chaos. Happily both of us were wrong. From the time we got there it was exciting to show mom around the race and show her all the activities that go along with these runs. We were able to find a nice shaded table outside UofM Flint for her to sit and watch the start of the run, and the finish line was only a half block up the street.
Flint was an amazing atmosphere for this race. Unlike most of the places I visit I have personal knowledge of this city and after all of the struggles that Flint has gone through recently, the city really has embraced this run. The Crim was also playing host as the U.S. Men’s 10 Mile Road Championships, so there was some extra buzz around the run and attracted a record number of runners. Luckily, with all the races I have done this year, I have become used to races of this size so being corralled with 16,000 other runners was no problem for me. Mom was amazed at how many people can be packed together for a run and how it can take 15 minutes for some of the runners to even reach the starting line. The weather for the start of the run was relatively cool for what I have been running in this month and the humidity was down. Runners were released and as usual the first mile is the hardest.
The first mile of the run is spent trying to not get run over and weave through runners so that you can find a good race pace. It is also hard to know your pace on the first mile unless you know when you cross the starting line because of the time delays. The course ran through the city and was a very challenging course. Seems to be my theme of late, to do courses with a lot of hills. I remember at mile 5 seeing a sign that said “Congrats, its all DOWN hill from here!” This must have been some cruel joke because it was by no means “down” hill from there. My body held up well though in the heat and I was able to hold a pretty good pace for the run. I carried my phone in my race pouch so that at mile 9 I could send mom a quick text so whe knew to look for me at the finish. As I approached the final stretch I kept an eye out for her and right before crossing the finish could hear a voice saying “GO BRIAN!!” and there was my mom. This was one of the best feelings knowing that my mom finally got to be a part of one of my runs.
I found my mom when I finished going through the finishers corral and not surprisingly she had made several friends throughout the day. I knew that she would find people to talk to while I was running and in true mom fashion she did. She met several people during the race that she talked with and even got out word about FiftyTwo4Mom, which made me proud because I know it can be difficult for her to talk about.
After we reconnected, we went to the after party and had some lunch and while I went around talking to the runners about FiftyTwo4Mom, I found mom was enjoying the music and even dancing. Check out the FaceBook pictures (Week 14) for proof. She cant see enough to drive, but that doesnt mean she cant still enjoy life and bust a move. I will be taking this upcoming month off from traveling, but still plan on doing other activities for FiftyTwo4Mom. I will post updates ASAP when I reach the next phase of races. Any suggestions let me know …








