Tonight, history was made in Milwaukee with the inaugural Race for the Bacon 5K and 10K.
I was born to run this race.
I’ve been anticipating this race since February when it was first announced. Today, I was more pumped up than I’ve been for any race in recent memory.
The idea is simple. Run a 5K or 10K, grab a beer, then pile your plate with a buffet of bacon and creative bacon-related concoctions. I’m not sure what more you want out of life.
I did the 5K. The faster I finished, the sooner I could drink beer and eat bacon.
The course was a few laps around State Fair Park, and I was so ready for beer and bacon that I ran one of my fastest 5K’s ever. I finished in 17:51, good for 3rd place.
The race entry came with a beer, MillerCoors on draft, which was effective enough for the temperatures. Next came the bacon tent, which was truly a work of art.
While most races have granola bites, bagels and oranges as a post-race snack, the Race of the Bacon had a feast of (to name a few items) macaroni and bacon, pasta salad and bacon, bacon sandwiches, pure bacon strips, and deep-fried peanut butter-filled bacon balls. It took me just as long to finish my plate as it did to run the race.
If that wasn’t enough bacon, I also got to take some home. I was handed a box of bacon strips at the finish — even before the water station — and for coming in third place I was awarded a literal pile of bacon. All other race directors are on notice to step up their game.
Many of the race participants came in costume or somehow showed their bacon devotion. I saw “I <3 bacon” shirts, decorative bacon strips, and the overall female winner, Jennifer Chadudoir, who wore a matching pig costume with her daughter. She told me she ran the race in honor of her grandfather, whose birthday it would have been today and who made her BLTs growing up.
Now as I recover from sweating in the heat and sweating from the meat, I’m rehydrating with a Lucky Bucket Lager from Dan Walsh and an Alaskan Summer Kolsch. I have the Great Milwaukee Race to run on Saturday, so refueling is important.
And as long as this race exists, I have an excuse to run every day, drink beer and eat bacon. Thank you Race for the Bacon for rewarding my habits.