“The Mustache Dache is a slightly irreverent mustache-themed 5K with a killer post-race party to raise awareness and funds for men’s health, with an emphasis on prostate cancer. Men, women, and children are all invited to participate in the race, grow a mustache (if able), and register at Movember to become Mo’ Bros and Mo’ Sistas.”

5Ks are the hardest race for me. I respect endurance events but I don’t fear them. I sorta-kinda fear 5Ks. The tricky thing about them is the fine balance between pushing too hard or not pushing hard enough. In order for me to execute a race well I must be focused the entire time and it’s tough when you are treading on the edge of disaster.
This was the inaugural mustache dache. It was a huge event. With huge events come long lines for, well, everything. My priority list when I got there was this:
Get mustache painted on (my mustache was having some non-sticky double stick tape issues)
Get lines up near the front
Go Pee
Warm Up
Alright so, I got a disgustingly sweet ‘stache painted on (The ol’ Hulk Hogan with a full chinstrap) and had like 10 seconds to spare so I had to forgo warm-up and hitting the porta-potty if I wanted to start on time. I had to pee really bad, too. Like on a scale of 1 to 10 it was probably an 8.
I lined up near the front but was a few rows back. Not a huge deal but it would have been more helpful to be a little closer to the front. We took off and I held back just a little. My race plan was simple: Don’t go out too hard and stay focused. A few women passed me but I exercised a little self-control and held back. Sure enough, I settled into my pace and easily caught all of them. There were no mile markers and no water stations. It was actually kind of nice. I was able to really focus on my pace. I wished I would have been able to warm up but I felt alright, considering. About halfway through we turned a corner and I was able to see who was ahead of me. 2 girls were far enough I didn't think I could probably reel ‘em in without breaking from my plan but one was within striking distance. Once again I exercised a little self-control and patience and just kept my pace and reeled her in organically rather than forcing myself out of MY race. Once I passed her I surged a little bit just to make it official. My mouth was super dry and my saliva was really thick and I was having a little bit of a hard time breathing. I started coughing/choking on my own saliva the uh-force of the cough was just too much. I peed a little. Well shoot, I honestly don’t think this was the first time I peed my pants a little at a race (in a marathon I think sweat and urine become a little ambiguous) and it probably won’t be the last. The problem is once you “break the seal” it becomes really hard to hold it in. I had about a half mile left in the race and REALLY needed to go. I used my “sense of urgency” to pick it up a little and finished strong. I looked at the clock to see that I had FINALLY broken 20 minutes. I PRed by 47 seconds. That’s huge for a 5K. I had raced a 5K a while back and was pretty sick and just knew it wasn't very telling of where I was fitness wise. This did and I was stoked!!!
Anyway, J was at the finish line but I blew past her to the porta. Ahhhhhhhhhh sweet Jesus what a relief!!!!
I ended up getting 3rd woman overall and won my AG. I got some super cool swag including $25 gift card to a local Irish Pub, a glass, a mustache keychain, a package of some really tasty mexican spices and a bunch of other stuff.


Warm Up
Pee beforehand/not pee my pants

Waited around for the award ceremony, hit up the photobooth with J


Having to pee!!! Not warming up!

But I am not complaining, this was an excellent race and an excellent effort.


Forkin' fantastic event!!!