The race started at 1pm, and I decided it would be best if I didn't eat anything all morning. So I got to the race hungry, and we started off with the first "2 mile" run. It was a little short, I heard my friend say we were running 6 minute pace and we got there in less than 11 minutes. I figured that was a good thing anyway, I needed all the time I could get.
So then we were eating. I got my box of donuts and chose the squish and stack method. I ate three donuts at a time, but squishing them down and make a donut sandwich. I got through the first half dozen with no real problem. Donuts 6-9 were somewhat troublesome. By the time I got to donut 10 I could no longer handle the stack method. I was just taking little bites here and there and trying to get it down. I even tried dunking them in water like my friend Andy did, but that just made them too heavy and slimy. Some of them I couldn't get down and I just had to spit them out. I had to take a couple minute break at one point, and then I was finally done my dozen. (They didn't make me eat the pieces I spit out though, thankfully).
Time for the two mile run back. I had stopped my watch when we started eating, I am not sure why, I just got overwhelmed. So I wasn't exactly sure how much time I had left, but I knew it was going to be close. My friends (all male) were done way before me, so I was on my way back on my lonesome. I started talking to a young man Peter who was running near me, but we both found it difficult to talk. It was better to just be quiet and forget where you were. My stomach felt really good for the most part. At one point my chest started to get a little warm and I got worried and walked a few steps, but I was able to get going again. I pushed the pace the best I could, probably around 8:30 miles. I made the mistake of looking down while running, and about every 100 meters there was a trash can and writing on the sidewalk that said "vomit here." I had to look straight ahead because every time I read that I wanted to follow the directions. Before I knew it, I was making the turn to the finish. I could hear my friends going "and there is the female runner of the year!" I didn't get my exact time, but I know it was less than an hour and that's all that mattered. And I beat the guy dressed up as a ranch dressing bottle, which could have been embarassing.
So I am an official Krispy Kreme Challenge finisher! 2400 calories, 144 grams of fat later... and I have a t-shirt that says that just in case I forget!