whoa! did you see that dust cloud when i opened up blogger this morning? my apologies!! i know it's been a while since i visited, but i've got stories to tell that won't be told in 140 characters (ahem, twitter). why don't you just grab a cup of coffee (or tea, or chai, or water) and i'll tell you one of them...
last weekend, i went to richmond, va to run my very first half marathon!! what what?? that's right! aw c'mon, you guys... you've known about my running for a few years now. you remember when i came in DEAD LAST in the 10K trail run just a year ago. (no, really. dead. last. you should go read that post.)
well, i'm still running, despite the threat of the blair witch (i TOLD you to go read that post!) and, in fact, i've run 7 races this year already, with at least 2 more to go. but this one? this was a pretty.big.deal. and it all started this summer with a (not so) innocent text from my cousin:
but, for now, fast forward to last weekend. i arrived in richmond friday evening, checked into my hotel (i don't often get to take advantage of my hotel family travel perks, but finding a hotel two blocks from the start? SCORE!!) then i made my way over to the expo, which was an entirely overwhelming experience for me. just walking in the door sent my emotions into overdrive. with bib in hand and shirt retrieved, i made approximately forty-seven laps around the expo floor. since i had arrived in town with most everything a girl could need for her first half marathon - fuel belt? check. compression socks? check. The Stick (tm)? check.- i wasn't really looking to buy anything. but i couldn't shake the feeling that i *needed* to get so much more: a sparkly headband! a wacky runner's humor tee shirt! throw away gloves! gu! i picked up a pair of thermal sleeves from one more mile (functional! and witty!) and headed out to meet up with liz and her friends for dinner.
and then i was back in my hotel room, pacing and setting alarms and not hyperventilating. i laid out my outfit, suffered through a twenty minute phone call with an overtired 11 year old who couldn't get skype to work, and settled in for the night. i set my first alarm for 4 (the plan was to eat a bagel and go back to sleep for a few hours). i awoke as soon as it went off, and had the bagel in my hand, only to realize that i had only dreamed the alarm went off, and it was, in fact, only 2:38! at "the real 4 a.m." i ate my bagel and fell back to sleep, thoroughly lost in that dream when you are approaching the starting line, but it keeps getting further and further away from you. you know that dream? that dream SUCKS!!
at six, i was up for real, drinking a cup of coffee and a eating clif bar. i rolled out my calf muscles a little, did 100 ups, double checked the bag that i was going to check, and texted this quick snap shot to the family. (do i look nervous? i was going for "hey, i got this! it's gonna RAWK!" i don't think that's exactly what i got.) then, it was downstairs for the two block walk to the starting area. i loved this commute!!
i made my way back to the K wave. the back of the pack. the "when i signed up for this race, i truly wondered if i would make the four hour cutoff" corral. i planted myself somewhere right in the middle, and listened to the chatter around me. the half marathon began at 7:30. and it would be 22 minutes before i crossed the start line...