Surviving the Bix 7 — An Epic Story about a boy and his journey
The following events took place in the 24 hours surrounding the Quad City Times Bix 7 Road Race in Davenport Iowa. Documented accounts are from the perspective of Nerdwerx’s Director of Development, Chris Voth.
9:47 AM (time is approximate)
Nerdwerx gains its 250th “Like” on Facebook. Per the challenge presented on July 17th, one Nerd must run in the Bix 7.
I decide to take one for the team and register, despite only running a total of two miles in the past 12 months (I suppose that’s better than nothing, right?). Somebody’s gotta do it- we can’t leave our stellar Facebook fans hanging. Maybe I’ll surprise myself? Probably not.
I’m freezing cold, because we’re experiencing record lows- a temperature of approximately 54°F at race time. 11 minutes after the gun fires, I finally make it to the starting line (after wading through the masses). Making my way up the Brady street hill is surprisingly easy, as I’m not able to move faster than a brisk walk. Meanwhile, I’m annoyed by the cowbells and yelling spectators. Once I make it to the top of the hill space starts to develop around the participants and I’m able to start weaving through the crowd.
Before I know it, I’ve made it one mile. I’m feeling really good, but am starting to get frustrated by all the slow people that I have to dodge (much like I normally experience driving in the Quad Cities).
I see the winners coming back around- miles ahead of me on the course. This gives me a false hope that I’m getting close. My first experience running uphill doesn’t feel too good, but I make it.
I hit the turnaround, and am surprised that I’m halfway. Still feeling pretty good… Then, another hill. Not so cool.
By this time, my shins have started hurting and my pace has dropped significantly. The hill in the previous mile killed me and I’m starting to lose hope for keeping my pace.
My. Legs. CANNOT. Take. Any. More. I finally give in to the pain and slow to a walk. Surprisingly, walking doesn’t seem to cause any pain. I’m actually able to walk faster than I was jogging.
I’m actually feeling quite good, walking fairly fast. I decide I’m going to run the last mile and finish strong. After the third step of running again, I’m reminded why I wasn’t running for the previous mile. Sharp pain shoots up my shins and into my knees. I limp my way to the finish line, looking and feeling absolutely terrible.
With a finish time of 1:27:06, I place 8,512th out of 10,682.
What, you ask, is the moral of this story? It’s quite simple: Always be trained and ready for a seven mile race. You never know when your employer will hold a social media contest at your expense!