Saturday was pretty uneventful, I slept way in since I knew I'd be getting up at the ass crack of dawn to run 13.1 miles the next day. I knew I needed to go for a short run to loosen up my muscles in prep for the race, so I strapped on my new shoes, wore one of my new bondi-bands and wore my new shades and took off out the door for a short 3-miler. I stuck to a nice, easy pace and thoroughly enjoyed the run. The weather was beautiful, the air a bit thick but my breathing was okay, I felt like I was running on air with those shoes and my shades didn't fog up at all! It was great to get out and stretch my legs and feel the sweat/burn! And I loved the band, it seriously soaked up all my sweat and didn't feel at all nasty or stuffy! I ended up running the 3 miles in 29 minutes, I was quite pleased since I was shooting for easy and slow.
|You can't see the shoes, but they're there!|
The alarm went off way too early Sunday morning (4:30) and I snoozed it for 15 minutes and jumped out of bed at 4:45. Apparently I got up way later than everyone else I was running "with", both my sister-in-law's group and my coworker that was running it woke up at 4:00. Unfortunately, my ankle already hurting when I got out of bed. I was so nervous, I felt my blood pulsing in my body and the adrenaline just kept rushing. I felt so wired, yet sleepy, it's quite a bizarre feeling. I ate a small bowl of cereal with half a banana and drank a couple cups of coffee. My SIL called me at 5:00 (after already trying to call me a couple times) and was apparently stressing about me not answering before because I should have gotten up earlier. So on top of the anxiety I was feeling from getting ready to go run a race that I was not at all prepared for due to skipping runs because of my dang knees and ankle, I started freaking out because I was running late. I taped up my foot, strapped on my ankle brace, pulled on a couple of knee braces (for precautionary sake), grabbed my gear and headed out. I flew through town which was fairly busy for being so early, to my bank so I could get some cash for parking and flew down the highway in a fit of nervous frenzy. On the way over, I called my coworker to see where he was at and how it was looking downtown. Apparently it was craziness and traffic and parking was insane. So I opted to park at my office and just jog down to the start line. I made the obligatory stop at a porta potty and tried calling my SIL and coworker to find out where they were. I tell you what, people kept talking about how big the OKC Memorial Marathon was and about how many participants there were past years (29.000) and I suppose it just never clicked. I was floored by how many people were there, 27,000 just doesn't sound like what it IS like. I eventually found the corrals and holy cow! Masses of people, everywhere. They even had the start line gated off for quite some distance back. It was so chaotic and seemed like there was no sort of organization at all. Just after I got into the corral gates they started closing and locking them all while there were still runners gathered up. It was insane! People were climbing the fences to get in and people were pushing through the gates before they shut them and no one seemed to know what corral we were in. There was no way I was going to find either my SIL or my coworker so I just wished them both good luck and focused on mentally preparing for the start. After the gun went off it took me 10 minutes to even get to the start line.
|Just to give you a small idea...|
|Best post race picture to date!|