My running partner & I started off early.
|On the train again...|
The entire time we sat there, we were nervous about the weather. The longer we sat in the cafe, the more we thought it was freezing cold (to us) outside. We were so freaking happy when we finally got outside into the sun, approximately 1 hour before the start. We stripped off, repacked our drop bags, & set off to find the porta potties... because we weren't allowed back in the restaurant (which really pissed us off after ordering 4 cappuccinos & 2 croissants... & leaving a nice tip).
One thing I usually forget about pre-race is the idea of throw-aways clothes. I've notice my body likes to freeze before a race, which means starting off in a very uncomfortable way. This time, though, I made sure to bring a pair of Fat Pants.
My Fat Pants, as you can see, are about 3 sizes too big for me now. I'd set them aside awhile ago to wear as my throw-aways... & it felt awesome to finally ditch these pants. After that, it was time to head to the line...
|Shoulder to shoulder... & photobombed!|
But the thing is... when it's shoulder-to-shoulder, you can't run. You can trot, you can shuffle, but you can't really run. It took a good 3 miles before I was loose & away from the largest part of the crowd. There were some rolling hills at the beginning, but they weren't that bad & I was able to use the downhill to pick up speed. I knew I had some issues, though: I'd been battled stomach distress all weekend... & it reared its ugly head around Mile 6.
|Before the crisis & looking good|
And I hung on... until my watch hit 13.1 miles. And I still wasn't done. WTF?
|Entering the Olympic Stadium|
|Crazy faces, awesome finishers!|
|Run & Done!|
|Hail the victorious runners!|
All in all, a victorious weekend. Sure, I didn't hit my goal time. But I didn't poop myself... & that's a WIN. And remember...