Welcome to the second installment of What Would Another Mother Runner Do (WWAMRD). Last time we debated whether or not we'd stop to poop when gunning for a finish time in a race. We only heard about that one via a friend on Facebook. This column, Dimity and I got to see the situation live and in person at the Ramblin' Rose Triathlon in Raleigh, N.C. a few weeks ago. It involved a self-described, "super fan," Jenn Martin, who we had become fast friends with at our house party two nights pre-race. Here's how the WWWAMRD situation went down:
A veteran of several triathlons, Jenn had talked her friend Jill into doing a swim-bike-run race for the first time. Like a good mentor, Jenn had sent Jill a gear checklist the night before the race after she herself had packed up her own equipment. Perhaps her focus at that point was more on Jill than herself because...in the bike-run transition, after whooping it up for novice Jill, Jenn realizes she's made a terrible mistake: She'd packed two right shoes. Same brand and model, but both shoes were rights. Wrong!
What would you do?
Sarah answers: Descended from a long line of tenderfoots, I would have pulled a Cinderella-stepsister move and crammed my left foot into one of the right shoes.
Dimity answers: I'd go for it and run shoe-less: Even though I've never run barefoot, I often jump into the proverbial deep end in life. If being Shoeless Jo wasn't working after a half-mile or so, I would have called it a day. (Let the record show: Bringing mismatched shoes to a race is something I could totally see myself doing.)
What Jenn did: DNF (Did Not Finish) is not in Jenn's lexicon, so she took off running...barefoot. Lucky for Jenn, the run portion of the race was a mere two miles, but still: Her footsies weren't used to being unshod. A knowledgeable volunteer yelled out a welcome tip, "less heel--get on the balls of your feet."
What happened: After crossing the finish line--in a faster time than she did in a tri two months prior (nicely done, Jenn!)--the BAMR joined Jill for her final mile of the run. Barefoot, natch.
What would you—another mother runner—do?
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