Photo from the Las Vegas Review Journal
(Sorry, no video this time – I wanted to run) Rarely…OK, never have we had a race where two Lobes have run the same race. So for the first time we present a dual review of the Summerlin Half Marathon by Desert Sky Adventures (DSA).
To be honest, my expectations for the Summerlin Half Marathon weren’t that high. First, it’s was an inaugural race. We all know what that means. There’s usually a lot of kinks to be worked out for first time events. Second, I had been warned by a good friend (ahem, excuse me while I clear my throat) that they had run another DSA event and it was a little disjointed.
From the packet pick-up to the race start, I found that everything seemed to be running smoothly. The starting/finish area was a little elementary but I think that in future years, DSA and Summerlin could make this a huge event.
Having the rare opportunity to run an event literally minutes from where I live (I walked to the start) I was really excited to run a race on my training routes. DSA did a very good job staggering the start. This led to smaller crowds when we entered the Summerlin Trail system. I was worried about some backup there but it wasn’t too bad. My only suggestion is that they base the corrals on time. I was in the 5th corral with a finish time of 2 hours. There were people in the first corral that had absolutely no reason to be there. I checked several numbers of runners I passed and a 400 number shouldn’t be passing a single digit number…EVER!!!
The course was great. I need to give a huge thanks to the Las Vegas Metro Police Department. They did an excellent job at the traffic points along the way. I tried to say thank you to as many of them as I could. Note: Please thank your local police at race. There’s better things they could be doing with their mornings and they’re out there to ensure your safety.
The finish area was a little disjointed. I’m glad a volunteer grabbed me at the finish or I wouldn’t have known where to go to turn in my timing chip!!! Along with other smaller races, I’d wish the food was a little better (please see a Calico Racing event) but I wasn’t real hungry so I guess it didn’t really matter for me this time around. The medals were also a little elementary but I figure once the event grows, they should get better as well.
I really hope that DSA and Summerlin continue this event. The location is ripe for more successful events.
- Eric (RMFR)
From the moment I spotted the pink and blue port-o-lets in The Vistas Park, the Summerlin Half Marathon exceeded my expectations. (Had I had more faith in Desert Sky Adventures, I could have avoided being one of “those” people who use Burger King restrooms for free.) Not needing to stand in the pink line, I had time to spot friends, stretch and blow into my hands. It was only 40 degrees, but I went gloveless. They make me crazy after two miles, and I’m tired of tossing them in bushes and buying replacement gloves.
After just the right amount of fanfare, the organizers got the show on the road. Up we went to our well-marked corrals, which corresponded with our bibs, and we were off. Perfect 7 a.m. gun time. Perfect spacing. Nicely executed as far as this impatient runner with a late morning haircut appointment was concerned.
I pounced through the starting mat so my timing chip would register (don’t want to goof and get the bad news 13.1 miles later). And then…freedom. Having driven the course and committed Eric’s mile-by-mile preview to memory, I knew what I was in for. Pure downhill/flat happiness for the first 6.5 miles. Pure hell on the uphill return. My strategy was to speed through the happiness so I could take more time when the going got tough. I was determined to finish in under two hours.
The field spread out quickly and there were blissful “running alone” moments when it was just me, my playlist and my strategy. Any distraction was a welcome one, including what seemed like hundreds of Metro officers keeping us safe (and ticking off motorists who had to wait for the Red Sea to part). Dozens of volunteers who appeared sincerely happy to hold signs, hand out water and fetch thrown cups (“Keep our Summerlin beautiful!”) lined the course. The ones assigned to make noise with cowbells (where do you buy a cowbell, anyway?) seemed especially pleased to give back to their community.
I had two favorite race moments. They came when I was digging deep and in need of “moments.” The first was in the form of sidewalk chalk art in one of the lush parks. A series of colorful messages encouraged “George” and his pals (the names escape me, I was nearly delirious) to run hard….keep running…go! The second also came in a park. The field had spread so much that I was the lone runner in the park, along with an elderly gentleman on his morning stroll. He seemed intrigued by the action and smiled as I approached. I decided to make his day – and mine – by giving him a low five as I cruised by. He responded with, “YA, YOU GO!!!” and I know he loved that split second as much as I did.
And so I went. That booster shot of community spirit helped me sail to the finish. I even made it up “Alta Upchuck” with a smile in my heart. My face likely suggested otherwise, but I was thrilled to have such a great experience and finish with a PR of 1:52. The smiling volunteers had a very humongous finisher medal around my neck and were pointing to the free banana table before I could catch my breath. I love free bananas.
Two thumbs up to Desert Sky Adventures…and another low five to the friend I’ll never know. Thank you both for an exceptional race day. Hope to see you both next year.
- Tara (RMFR)