Only an Iowa triathalon club would sponsor an annual "Doughnut Run", wherein several hundred people stuff themselves with Krispie Kremes, run a 5k, and then puke their guts out at the end.
Those Iowans love their deep fried [insert any food here].
Here's the deal: the more doughnuts you eat, the more time is deducted from your finish time. Of course, the more you eat, the less likely a 5k run is going to - er - agree with you.
Apparently, they agreed well enough with the winner, whose raw finish time was a not-too-hare-paced-but-who-am-I-to-say-anything 31:23. With the 18 doughnuts he was somehow able to finish, his final time was 14:53.
Yikes.
Danielle over at Run through the Cornfields had something of an insider view, and posted on her experience at the event:
I was...resolute in meeting my four donut goal. The race was at 9am, so I had plenty of time to get up and clear my head (I find it very hard to sleep past 7am). Once I got running, I actually felt okay. I even ate three donuts and still felt pretty okay. The fourth donut though, man that was hard to get down. But I did it. If I had done one more, I would have gotten a 2 minute bonus, but I just couldn't do it. The last half mile was pretty rough, but I made it to the end.
Better you than me, Danielle.
Yeah I saw that and thought it was one of the stupidest things I have seen in a while. Why anyone would want to make themselves ill is beyond me. Right now I spend most of my energy working to stop this.
Posted by: dear wife | 26 April 2006 at 01:12 PM
That is SOOOOO gross! It makes me gag just thinking about it!
Posted by: Megan | 26 April 2006 at 03:14 PM
I had no idea that Iowans loved fried food and donuts that much! Combining it with a 5K just seems sick. Reminds me of a news article I read recently about a minor league ballpark serving jumbo cheeseburgers. Instead of regular buns, the burger is sandwiched between two donuts. Sounds like a coronary waiting to happen!
Posted by: MetroDad | 26 April 2006 at 03:48 PM
OK, that's pretty gross, although the donuts are tempting. Is it possible to enter, eat the donuts, then bail out? Instead of water at the pit stops, do they give them cold milk? (Which, of course, would only make it worse.) Actually, Mama and I burned out on Krispy Kremes when we lived in our last place, which was about 1/2 a mile from a Krispy Kreme bakery store. When we walked to the Metro, we could smell the donuts frying. Mama swears that she could discern which flavors they were making. I could discern fat and sugar, which are the only two flavors that mattered to me. But, yeah, we burned out on those.
So, when we moved, we made sure we were between two Dunkin' Donuts.
Posted by: Papa Bradstein | 26 April 2006 at 09:05 PM