“I Don’t Know”

Usually, I only allow in my head positive comments on races because running humbles me and I appreciate the humility and dedication of the running community, including event volunteers. I consider the Hot Cider Hustle, which took place in Omaha, Nebraska, on October 28, 2017, incomparably the most frustrating and poorly organized race I have ever participated in. The run was set to begin at 8:10 AM, at 24 degrees with the effective temperature of 18, so I remained in the car until twenty minutes to the race. All runners toed the line several minutes before the official race time, when we, shivering in our light clothes, heard for no clear reason we would not be starting for another twenty minutes. A race this size (of supposedly 1,300) normally divides the starting times among different distances, but all half marathoners and 5K runners started simultaneously. I began the race as enthusiastically as usual until I saw the vast majority of participants who lined up at the very front walked or barely jogged, forcing me to squeeze through or run around them in the first minute and instinctively complain, “Come on!” My legs took a couple of miles to finally warm up to the freezing temperature.

Half marathoners had to complete two separate loops, a 5K loop with 5K runners for the first and a lengthier loop to fill 13.1 miles for the second. About 2.5 miles in, I spotted two volunteers holding signs of “10 miles” and “5K,” and I asked as I approached five times, “Half that way? Which way do half marathoners go?” The volunteers paid no attention to me but rather chitchatted with one another, and then I was told to take a different route from 5K runners. I saw no clear direction and shouted once again, “Where the heck am I going?” when a fellow runner pointed up and said, “I think you go this way.” Several other half marathoners went the same route, and we discussed with each other, “Something doesn’t seem right,” as we continued to run into inaccurate mile signs. While some just turned around, one runner and I ran together all the way to the turnaround with two volunteers, to whom I asked, “Are we going the right way?” They answered, “I don’t know.” When I came back to the aid station I passed on the way to the turnaround and asked the same question to the volunteers, they again said, “I don’t know.” When I returned to the place where I was separated from 5K runners, a new face, maybe the race director, said, “There has been a miscommunication,” but I could not make out all he said because I was running. I presume he told me to skip the section I just covered in the second loop. I turned left and took the trail I was supposed to take all along, where I had to run through or around hundreds of walkers in the 5K, and once I conquered an immense uphill, I saw two separate paths and shouted multiple times, running in place, “Which way do half marathoners go?” Here, I could no longer contain my frustration and screamed, “Fxxk this race!” about which I am still embarrassed. I decided to follow the 5K participants, and as they were turning left to finish, I shouted again to volunteers only telling 5K runners where to go, “Where do half marathoners go?” to which a girl said, “Right.” A couple hundred yards following, I saw two cones blocking the path, which usually means turn, although I was supposed to run straight; I thank the fellow runner who ran a few miles next to me for not letting me get lost again. For the remainder of the race, I only focused on escaping this bizarre maze and at one point thought, “Do I keep going when I have no idea if I am going the right way?” Around 12.5 miles for me (and 10 miles for slower half marathoners who were not led astray by volunteers), I landed where I, along with the lead-pack half marathoners, was told to take the wrong turn. The same volunteers who stood there remembered me and had me skip the extended trail because I had already completed that during the first loop.

New friends!

I finished the race in 2:01:27.43, which bothered me even more knowing I most likely would have broken two hours in the half marathon for a third time had I not been led astray countlessly and wasted much energy shouting for directions and panicking about where to go. I never felt too tired physically, maybe because my mind was solely concentrated on the direction. To look on the bright side, I am thankful I completed the entire original course, although one section in reverse order, and did not have to run random places to fill the mileage and went all the way to the turnaround the first time around so I did not have to go back during the second loop and add an additional 2.5 miles to my race. I am still blown away, especially for an event this size, how not a single volunteer knew anything about the course. If 20 to 30 runners get lost this many times in just 13.1 miles, obviously the race has issues. Regardless, I still appreciate the volunteers who took time out of their weekend to help runners to a successful race. And, of course, thank You, God.

4 thoughts on ““I Don’t Know”

  1. You left out some details.
    #1 The race was originally to start at 830. Two days before the race the organizers changed the start time to 810, but did not ALERT people to that information. The email just appeared to be a casual informational email

    #2 Because of #1, people were late. So they postponed the start. First, they said, ” a few minutes, ” then they said “830.” I went to warmup more, and when I returned, they said “we’re starting in 30 seconds”…at 824.

    #3 The 5k was messed up too. I was the leader for 1 mile. At the one mile mark, a bus (full of late runners) popped over the hill. The lead biker said, “left, left, left” so I went left. 3 minutes later I saw the 3 mile marker…knowing then that I was off course. 2nd and 3rd were 40 seconds behind me at one mile…they followed me. So, not only was the course marked wrong (there was a left arrow), the lead biker didn’t bother to turn around and get any of the top 3 runners. He had lots of time…I would have finishe in 1615, 2-3rd in the low 17s. The “winner” ran just under 20 minutes.

    This was an expensive race that clearly exists to capitalize on “event” races. This should be spread to other outlets.

    Sorry for your 201. The fitness is still there! Find another race in two weeks!

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    • Hi! Thank you for reading my blog post and for the clarification! That is frustrating what you and the two runners behind you had to go through. I would have been much more frustrated if I missed out on winning or even placing because of being led astray, so I can only imagine how much more annoying this would be to you. You should write to the race director and maybe ask for a refund, as this was clearly a race you should have won. This reminds me of the Venice Marathon that took place last week, when the motorcyclist led the entire lead pack the wrong way around 16 miles into the race and therefore an amateur runner ended up winning the competition. And yes, I will likely run another race soon!


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