I’m back and I’m a MARATHONER!
For the first time ever I’m going to be writing a post in 2 installments. Partly because I don’t want to post something that is like 5,000 words long, but mostly because a day later my brain still isn’t working well enough to be able to form coherent thoughts about everything that happened during the race. (Especially after mile 22.) In fact, I’m so tired that I’m writing this post right now on the notepad of my iPhone while lying in bed because I don’t have the energy to sit in front of a computer.
Don’t worry I’ll spell check in the morning because I think it’s pretty common knowledge that iPhone autocorrect is not to be trusted, but advance apologies for anything that might slip through the cracks.
Much like the movie Titanic on VHS where you can just skip the whole love story on the first tape and go straight to all the action of the boat sinking on the second, part 1 of my recap is probably going to be a bunch of stuff that no one really cares as much about. But just in case you want to know more about the scary shirtless guy hanging around outside my motel at 4:30am on race morning, by all means read on. 🙂
I dropped my daughter at my mom’s house at around 3pm on Saturday and then proceeded to almost get in like 8 car accidents during the 50 mile drive to York. I seriously felt like someone must have it out for me; one guy came to a DEAD STOP to make a U-turn in the middle of the highway. Who does that!? The expo was open until 5 and I got there with a little less than an hour to spare. I could have gotten there with 2 minutes to spare and it wouldn’t have mattered. Bob Potts is a small race with only around 500 registered runners and packet pick up only took about 30 seconds. The volunteers they had on hand were exceedingly friendly, organized, and made me feel right at home.
Small race = small expo; it took up just one ballroom at the Holiday Inn. But as small as it was, they had everything I could have ever thought to need for the race: every kind of fuel imaginable, socks, hats, SPI belts, headbands, water bottles, Body Glide – which I purchased at Suz’s recommendation even though I had never used it before in my life and I’m SO GLAD I did…more on that later – souvenirs like magnets, etc. I added a Bob Potts magnet, some Roctane, and some Honey Stinger chews to my order, hung around listening to a musician that was entertaining us with an acoustic set for a few minutes (pretty cool!), and headed out in search of my own motel which was only about 2 miles away.
Motel 6 tends to have shady written all over it, but the rooms were obviously recently renovated and there was a Starbucks next door so I initially felt pretty good about the situation. As soon as I got checked in, I did the obvious thing and laid out all my gear for a flat selfie.
As you can see, I had a pair of SPI Belts, which is what I decided to go with instead of my gargantuan new Nathan belt and which ended up being a stellar decision that wasn’t even necessary in the end. More on that later too.
Speaking of stellar decisions, I think I’ve pretty well established how directionally challenged I am, especially when trying to find my way to an early morning race (ex: here). I thought it would be a great idea to map my way over to the race start so I wouldn’t get all lost and panicky in the morning. York College was only about 4.5 miles away though and how hard could that possibly be, right? This should only take me a few minutes and better safe than sorry.
I got lost. Fast forward to nearly 45 minutes later and I’m sitting in my car on the York College campus completely unable to find a building that I ended up being parked about 100 yards away from. I can’t believe I just admitted that on here.
Anyway, eventually I figured out where I was going and by that point I was chew-my-own-arm-off hungry so I headed back toward my motel in search of food. That’s when I saw this sign:
AMERICAN ROCK SALT!? I know it’s kind of dumb, but it felt like such a good omen. Especially after all the coming-to-a-complete-stop-to-make-a-u-turn-on-the-highway that I had encountered on my drive up.
Pasta is a solid choice for a lot of runners the night before a big race and I remembered passing an Olive Garden on my way to the college, so that’s where I went. Not only would the extra carbs be nice, but it’s one of those ‘unlikely to give you random salmonella’ kind of foods. I’m so smart! Except that as soon as I looked at the menu I must have experienced epic short term memory loss because I went straight for the menu items that would be MOST likely to make me sick.
Fish. With shrimp. I might as well have just ordered a plate of raw meat.
I probably wouldn’t chance it again, but it was a DELICIOUS gamble and I luckily I didn’t get sick. If you frequent Olive Garden, it’s the tilapia with the wine sauce. OMG so good. Plus I got my carbs in in the form of their all you can eat bread sticks.
After dinner – where the waitress treated me a little like I had leprosy because I was eating alone – I headed back to attempt relaxing. I know a lot of you can relate to what a completely ridiculous challenge that is. What made it all the more ridiculous is that the Motel 6 apparently turns into a dance club at sunset and people were partying from the time I locked myself in until the time that I checked out at 4:30am and I’m sure beyond that too because that’s when I saw Creepy McShirtless hanging around outside. No lie. It sounded like someone was doing construction the next room over. I really don’t want to know what was going on in there, but suffice it to say that I got maybe 20 minutes of legit sleep the entire night.
It sounds horrible, but when my alarm went off at 4, I was buzzing with so much adrenaline that I pretty much leaped out of bed. I had purchased a bagel from Dunkin Donuts during my travels the previous evening, so I ate that, downed some Emergen-c (I didn’t talk about it much on here, but I was fighting off a nasty cold all last week), and of course no race morning would be complete without one final nervous-face selfie:
I was as ready as I was ever going to be.
This concludes part 1 of my recap and if you made it this far, bless your heart! ❤ Stay tuned for part 2 where I will talk about what everyone REALLY wants to know about…the race.
And if you really just wanted to know about Olive Garden tilapia, well then I hope you enjoyed this post. Seriously it’s so good. 🙂
I hope everyone had the most amazing holiday weekend and THANK YOU SO MUCH for the awesome texts, comments, and emails that you guys have been sending! I LOVE YOU GUYS SO HARD!!