PSA: There may be some language that is not suitable for children, for what marathon is completed without a little bit of that!
(I do plan on posting about my taper and the rest of the week in a different post but plan to keep this one simply race report related)
Race reports should always start the day before the race because we all know that is definitely when the race begins.
Friday Morning:
5am- Alarm is blaring..... I am so excited for the day ahead emergency bathroom stop is immediate when my feet hit the floor. Having already packed my bags, my food, and the kitchen sink, all I really need to do is wake up get my special socks out of the drier and make sure to pack the cooler before I depart. What ends up happening is 2 huge cups of coffee, clean kitchen, clean bathroom, run around the house like a crack head after the 2 cups of coffee, and fold every single piece of anything in my house that could possibly be folded in any way, shape, or form.
7:30am- Depart the house with a nervous belly, another full cup of coffee, and an anxious feeling in my legs because they are just itching to run 26.2 miles (sarcasm implied).
9:45am- Pulling up to the meeting post to meet Triva Val and Bike Renee I am jamming to the usual mix of oldies/goodies that get my blood pumping and ready to rumble. Another cup of coffee and a bottle of BCAA's leads to an emergency potty break before finishing to pack the car can commence. Cindy the Runner met us by 10am and we were packed and ready to go!
12pmish- Duplin Winery (the necessary running race stop) wine tasting commences and a delicious lunch at the Bistro consisting of bunless burger with swiss and mushrooms with a side of french fries (which never happens). Of course no meal or trip to the winery is complete without a glass of Queen Anne's Revenge, which we decided on Sunday was the reason the race was as wonderful as it was.
2pmish- Back on the road headed towards the race expo. 3:45pm estimated arrival time. Shit is getting real. 26.2 miles.... 26.2 miles.... 26.2 damn miles..... I am tired already.....
6pmish- Packets are picked up, 2 walks around the expo, and some money spent we are all ready to head to the hotel and settle down, after all it is the NCAA tournament and Cindy the Runner is a UNC fan....
8pmish- Dinner in the hotel. I eat the perfectly portioned meal I have packed myself of steak, sweet potatoes, green beans, and asparagus. Delicious, fatty in the way all dishes were prepared, and the perfect racing fuel!
4am- Alarm goes off and everyone is so happy there is finally an excuse to get up we all pop up like it is 2 in the afternoon! A very restless night of sleep for everyone but the smell of aquafor, desitin, deoderant, biofreeze, and fear starts to fill the air. By fear, I mean poop. Race bellies = Poop
5:30am- Leaving hotel so excited, scared, and nauseas but on the way to do something so awesome that the amount of accomplishment will stick around for at least 3 days in the form of sore muscles.
6:05am- PS Race starts at 6:40am, we are still looking for somewhere to park, FREAKING OUT INSIDE! The bubble guts are scared because they don't know if we will be jumping out of the van door to start the race. Finally we decide we will all go into cahoots if we get towed and pick a spot in a local shopping center.
(I do plan on posting about my taper and the rest of the week in a different post but plan to keep this one simply race report related)
Race reports should always start the day before the race because we all know that is definitely when the race begins.
Friday Morning:
5am- Alarm is blaring..... I am so excited for the day ahead emergency bathroom stop is immediate when my feet hit the floor. Having already packed my bags, my food, and the kitchen sink, all I really need to do is wake up get my special socks out of the drier and make sure to pack the cooler before I depart. What ends up happening is 2 huge cups of coffee, clean kitchen, clean bathroom, run around the house like a crack head after the 2 cups of coffee, and fold every single piece of anything in my house that could possibly be folded in any way, shape, or form.
7:30am- Depart the house with a nervous belly, another full cup of coffee, and an anxious feeling in my legs because they are just itching to run 26.2 miles (sarcasm implied).
9:45am- Pulling up to the meeting post to meet Triva Val and Bike Renee I am jamming to the usual mix of oldies/goodies that get my blood pumping and ready to rumble. Another cup of coffee and a bottle of BCAA's leads to an emergency potty break before finishing to pack the car can commence. Cindy the Runner met us by 10am and we were packed and ready to go!
12pmish- Duplin Winery (the necessary running race stop) wine tasting commences and a delicious lunch at the Bistro consisting of bunless burger with swiss and mushrooms with a side of french fries (which never happens). Of course no meal or trip to the winery is complete without a glass of Queen Anne's Revenge, which we decided on Sunday was the reason the race was as wonderful as it was.
2pmish- Back on the road headed towards the race expo. 3:45pm estimated arrival time. Shit is getting real. 26.2 miles.... 26.2 miles.... 26.2 damn miles..... I am tired already.....
6pmish- Packets are picked up, 2 walks around the expo, and some money spent we are all ready to head to the hotel and settle down, after all it is the NCAA tournament and Cindy the Runner is a UNC fan....
8pmish- Dinner in the hotel. I eat the perfectly portioned meal I have packed myself of steak, sweet potatoes, green beans, and asparagus. Delicious, fatty in the way all dishes were prepared, and the perfect racing fuel!
RACE DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!
4am- Alarm goes off and everyone is so happy there is finally an excuse to get up we all pop up like it is 2 in the afternoon! A very restless night of sleep for everyone but the smell of aquafor, desitin, deoderant, biofreeze, and fear starts to fill the air. By fear, I mean poop. Race bellies = Poop
5:30am- Leaving hotel so excited, scared, and nauseas but on the way to do something so awesome that the amount of accomplishment will stick around for at least 3 days in the form of sore muscles.
6:05am- PS Race starts at 6:40am, we are still looking for somewhere to park, FREAKING OUT INSIDE! The bubble guts are scared because they don't know if we will be jumping out of the van door to start the race. Finally we decide we will all go into cahoots if we get towed and pick a spot in a local shopping center.
6:25am- We made it to the porta potty line! Holy shit we have 15 minutes and pooping is not an option, it has to happen before my legs will even think about moving forward!
6:40am- Im out of the porta potty, the National Anthem is playing and there is no time to think find a damn place and run! I say to Triva Val, we are in the 4:30 pace group, we are not in the right spot, we are going to get trampled, but there is not time to change now the crowd is MOVING!
The actual run was pretty non- eventful other than the noticeable epidemic of running a marathon while talking on your cell phone and that me and Triva Val always seem to find the people who always have something to say to piss us off.
I have some more details to add about our race including my race inspiration, our supernatural visit from my Uncle, and our race nutrition, but that will be in part 2 when I get another hour to vent about nothing of incredible importance. 😏
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