A Fourth of July tradition in Atlanta, the Peachtree Road Race is the largest 10K in the world.

A Fourth of July tradition in Atlanta, the Peachtree Road Race is the largest 10K in the world.

Just the other day, I was lamenting we hadn’t run a What Would Another Mother Runner Do? column. Then, boom, one lands in our inbox! (Gee, maybe I should have lamented not finding $100 bills on my runs or not winning the lottery…) In this on-going series, a mother runner lays out a true-life tale–whether it’s dislocating her hip during a marathon; forgetting to pack a sports bra for a lunchtime run; or debating running a half-marathon while preggers–then we chime in about what we’d do if we were in her running shoes before asking you what you’d do. Here are all the WWAMRD we’ve previously run, if you want to catch up on the series.

In today’s WWAMRD, we meet J. (who asked to remain anonymous), a mom of four who ran her first marathon last year. She tells us she was planning on run the renowned Peachtree Road Race on a transferred bib, which is a legitimate procedure in this 10K race with 60,000 participants. She had reimbursed her friend for the entry fee.

J. had a copy of the transfer paperwork and a copy of the license of the registered racer (the husband of a friend).  She even had a crisp $20 to pay an additional transfer fee to the race organizers. She lives about 90 minutes from the start of the race in Atlanta, so she and her family got a hotel room and showed up “all excited” at the race expo…until they found out transfers had to have been completed by the previous day. J. was a day too late to get the bib officially transferred to her.

Tears streaming down her face, J. was set to pack up her family and return home, when a race volunteer suggested J. show the license , pick up the friend’s hubby’s packet–then run the race as the guy.

It's tempting to get a taste of the Peachtree Road Race.

It’s tempting to get a taste of the Peachtree Road Race.

What would you do?

Sarah answers: While I’d be sweaty-nervous while picking up the friend’s husband’s race bib, I’d play it cool on race day and run without any compunction wearing the bib. Sure, I wouldn’t have given the race the $20 transfer fee, but missing the deadline was an honest mistake. It wasn’t like my time would win me an age group in the men’s division.

Dimity answers: Run it. J. tried to the right thing, and it was an honest mistake that she didn’t exactly get it right. She wasn’t jumping in without a number; she wasn’t running a race that didn’t allow transfers; and like Sarah said, it wasn’t likely her finishing time was going to create waves among the top age-groupers. (If the husband were a speedy runner and wanted J.’s bib in, say, the 35-39 category, then it might be a different story.)

What J. did: She ran the race but she, “felt a bit like a bandit, even though the bib has been paid for by my friend, and I had reimbursed  her for it.” Maybe it was the chillier-than-normal temperatures or possibly running like she stole something (ha, ha: get it: She felt like a bandit), but J. clipped 8 minutes off her best-ever 10K time.

J.'s view during one stretch of the race (we suspect sweat on the lens, not severe humidity)

J.’s view during one stretch of the race (we suspect sweat on the lens, not severe humidity)

What would you, another mother runner, do? 

And if you’ve got a running-related moment you’d like some clarity on, via WWAMRD, feel free to email us at runmother [at] gmail [dot] com. Thanks!