|Pre-race with my Midwest Vikings|
|I look happy so this must have been early on|
Most of this race is a blur. Mostly I just fought back the urge to quit and kept on trucking. It was hot, like really hot, I swore I saw the devil waving at me from under a tree. The pollen and dander was out of control and made breathing pretty difficult. I finally found the first cliff gel station...and they were out. I was devastated. I forgot to pack my GU so that little packet nuclear tasting sludge was the only thing that kept me going. I had been looking forward to it since about mile 3. No matter, I started drinking more gatorade at the aid stations as I barged along. After the turnaround I found the next cliff gel station and there on the table was one small open box left. I nearly jumped for joy in excitement but I just didn't have that kind of energy in me. As I tore through the packet with my teeth I heard a chorus of angels sing and maybe even a unicorn prance around me.
So maybe I was starting to hallucinate a little. Like I said, not the best race conditions for me. Please sweet dear lord baby Jesus get me to this finish line. One foot in front of the other. The closer I got the finish area the more friends I saw walking away spoils in hand. Dang, I'm thirsty and hungry, please share. I just kept digging. Must get to finish line. Now here's the tricky part, you enter the finishers shoot but that bad boy feels as if it's a mile long. I kept thinking OK this is it, this is it, we're finally here, only to realize I wasn't in fact there and this definitely wasn't it. By some small miracle I was finally able to reach that last corner of my soul for the strength to get me across the last stretch before finally earning my medal.
Sort of in a daze I made my way over to the pizza tent to collect my much anticipated treat. At this point I figured all of my friends must have left because it took me so flipping long to finish. As I stood in the sun annihilating my pizza and beer Freddie walked up to congratulate me on my finish. We chatted with a few other friends and then headed to the shuttle buses. The bus was pretty packed so I ended up sitting next to a friendly gentleman from Minnesota who had just finished his very first half marathon that morning. I wish I could remember more of that conversation but truthfully it's amazing to me that I was even able to string together coherent thoughts. This was not a pretty race for me but I'm glad I got it done. Next year, I'm definitely doing Ragnar instead.
|Post Race celebratory drink|