Do you know how to keep nosy airport security out of your suitcase? Run for 13 miles, then wrap the wet, stinky clothes in plastic to ferment for 24 hours. No one touched MY bag! So, yeah-some laundry needs to be done, and a lot of grocery shopping and most important on my To Do list today? Is squeezing on some sweet little boys! Oh, and a massage this afternoon, because John knows how to spoil his wife a little bit. So this is just a little post, to say I DID IT and THANK YOU and MY FEET HURT. The coaches said to stay off our feet as much as possible on Saturday, in order to save our legs for Sundays race. I hadn’t been to San Francisco in 20 years, and get only one or two weekends alone with my husband, a year. No way were we sitting in the hotel all day! John and I took a trolley to the wharf and snapped photos and ate seafood and gawked up at the huge buildings and tried to guess the gender of people walking by and bought cheesy souvenirs. It was wonderful!
Alcatraz! John wanted to pay the $25 each to ride a boat out to see, but his wife is too cheap. We bought $4 T-shirts for the boys, instead, that say things like “Alcatraz Psycho Ward Outpatient”. You KNOW that was a big hit with them!
This is from the 6:30 AM start, in Union Square. Cerise (in glasses) and Jeanette (blond, in middle) and I were all on the same team and since we have a very similar running pace, we’ve run together almost every Sat since May. Hours of running and talking and comparing rashes. You can ask any of us, any question about the other woman’s husband-job-children-favorite food (you talk about food a lot, after 8 miles) and we will know the answer. Even if we never run again? I suspect we’ll be sending each other Christmas cards for 50 years…
I’ll tell you all about the race in the next post-It was one of the most difficult and exhilarating experiences of my life!! I finished in 3 hrs, 42 seconds.
This is Jeanette and I, at the Victory Party, that night. You want to see something funny? Go to a party like this. Sit down there, next to John, and watch about 200 women who have run either 13.1 or 26.2 miles, just six hours beforehand…all trying to dance. They hurt terribly but can’t help themselves-the theme is 80s Prom, and the deejay knows his stuff. High on endorphins, and an open bar, they are packed onto that dance floor, screaming out the lyrics to Bon Jovi and Cyndi Leppard while trying not to sprain anything further than it already IS…oh that was some serious fun.Besides, the coaches recommended it, to keep the muscles from tightening up. And, except for stay off your feet all weekend? I am all about obeying the coach!