It might be a few days before I can run again…or walk correctly.
Despite the soreness and nine, yes nine, painful blisters on my feet and toes, I plan to do another half.
But first, let’s rewind to Saturday night. I wanted to be in bed by 9 in order to be rested before my very first half marathon. But my sister was in labor in California and I was receiving updates via text. At about 9:15, I decided I had to go to bed. I had to because I knew it might take me a long time to fall asleep. The night before my 10K in October, my mind and heart raced for hours while I tossed and turned, willing them to slow down and let me sleep. I did not want a repeat of that.
But I felt my heartbeat quicken as soon as I got under the covers. And my mind jumped from remembering the night I went into labor with T Junior to what the Seattle Half Marathon was going to be like. At least I was prepared this time, though. After 30-45 minutes of this, I realized what was going on and I began a little controlled breathing. In-2-3, then out-2-3. In-2-3, out-2-3. It worked.
Until I woke up at 11:30. (I drank a lot of water yesterday.) But, I was kind of glad to be up because I checked my phone and my sister had delivered her healthy beautiful baby girl not that long before. I called her and she sounded tired. “You just completed your own marathon,” I joked. But, really, all us parents know her marathon is just beginning. I just didn’t want to scare her.
So I was awake again. In-2-3, out-2-3. I fell asleep and did not open my eyes till 3:30. Yes! I still have over an hour of sleep left!
I told my running buddy Heather about this in the car on the way to the race. She said, “You got up at 4:30?!”
Well, it was 4:40 actually because I wanted to have time to do everything. I wanted to drink my coffee, eat my peanut butter toast, check e-mail. I did not want to be late. I wanted to be in Heather’s driveway at 6. In the end, I didn’t get there till 6:08 and that’s only because I kept turning down the wrong roads to get to her house. I’ve never driven there in the dark before and I couldn’t read the signs. I was getting really grumpy that I kept doing this, too. There was a lot of swearing at the windshield in my husband’s sedan.
My mood lightened immediately when Heather got in the car. She was so relaxed and funny, as usual. Not at all jittery or distracted like I was. Thank goodness for her. She also kept me calm while we waited for 15 loooooong minutes in the line to get into the parking garage. I was freaking out a little.
We ended up parking right across the street from the starting line. I decided not check clothes because…get ready for this…
It was 50 degrees! At the end of November, that’s unheard of. It was warmer than normal and not raining. Heather and I walked up a couple flights of stairs in the parking garage and crossed to the starting line, then immediately headed to the line for the Honey Buckets. There were so many potties, so the lines were not long.
We made our way through the thick blanket of people to the 2:45 pace group. I never even saw any of the other pacers. It was so crowded. The Seattle Times says there were 10,751 runners, but I’m not sure how many did the half and how many did the full or the walks.
It was about 7:15 and I was ready to go! I had to do something, so I took some pictures.
Then Heather snapped one of me.
for a few things, like water stations, elbow room and hills.
h, because her husband and son were going to meet her at the finish.