The facts:
We finished!
No, really: we both finished! (even though my name was missing from the preliminary results at first!)
We finished together (not quite what Alan had in mind, but it was nice to have company the last 8 miles or so).
We finished in under 6 hours...barely.
The race organizers and volunteers were awesome, as were all our family members who pitched in to make the whole weekend happen for us.
And now for Part 1 of
The Really Long-Winded [pun intended] Race Report:
(probably of interest only to other runners, but too bad, Mom, you have to read it anyway)
Pre-race
Friday, we yanked Madeline and Jeremy out of school at noon (James stayed home with Nana Mary because he had a X-Country meet on Saturday) and drove to Vermont. The trip was uneventful except for the flurries we encountered in Bethlehem, NH. Actual white on the White Mountains kinda freaked out these runners a little. Saturday, we had a lovely breakfast (including bacon*) and then we all went into Burlington to pick up our race packets and shop a little before splitting up. Rich stayed home to hang out with the kids while Helen and Alan and I went to the island to drive the course. The weather was gorgeous and the colors were still largely brilliant and the whole area was incredibly picturesque. There were farms and vineyards and cabins and estates. We saw cows and horses, geese and ducks, sheep and pigs, and hunters with elaborate blinds and decoys. On one stretch of the course there's a veritable city of brightly painted birdhouses. On another stretch there's an entire field of "farm fresh fuel"--sunflowers gone by now, but how brilliant they must have been in full bloom! After getting a thorough understanding of the roads on and around the course, we headed back down to S. Burlington for our pre-race breakfast-for-dinner at Denny's (with more bacon, of course).
Race day
Sunday morning we got up early and got on the road only a little behind schedule. Getting there was easy since we knew where we were going. The main parking lot was full so we were directed a little ways up the road, to a farm stand/petting zoo. It was cold and windy in an exhilarating, crowd-bonding kind of way. Everyone was hopping around like they had to pee. Of course, people do that anyway in the porta-potty line, which is where we were once we arrived until about 10 minutes before the start. Sadly, while waiting in line, we noticed two very small, very pink, very dead animals on the ground that made me sad and were kinda freaking out a couple girls behind us. I picked them up with a a large leaf (and wearing gloves) and deposited them next to a fence. A man who worked there (who called Willy, the donkey, for his breakfast, eliciting a loud bray, and got a kiss from him) told me they were newborn bunnies and said something about how they let the rabbits out to roam.... I didn't catch whether the dead bunnies were an unwanted side-effect or population control. Alan cared only that he now has proof that I'm perfectly capable of removing dead rodents from our house. Helen and co arrived just as we got to the front of the line and dutifully started photo-documenting.
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| post-potty, but pre-race: ready to go! |
Miles 0-3
At the start, Alan and I positioned ourselves about 3/4 of the way back in the crowd, tried to shake off the nerves, shared a kiss, and we were off! Helen thought we'd be all the way at the back so she kinda missed us with the camera. We chatted a bit through the first mile, mostly commenting on some interesting wardrobe choices [I really wish I had a picture of the two gals in matching running tights that were so unfortunately unattractive (the pants, not the gals). Not only were they thin enough that one lady's polka-dot underwear showed through, but the seams--white stitching on black pants--made a design that is best described as the pictorial version of "place panty-shield here". We also noted that, clearly, a lot of people didn't get their chance at the porta-potties at the start, because every now and then someone would suddenly turn 90 degrees right or left to make a beeline for a random potty. Or tree. Or--in at least two cases--to "water the corn stalks". Actual fact turned new euphemism. [No Mom, this isn't the type of thing I'm usually referring to when I say that "runners enjoy a special, close-knit community", although it does seem to apply...].
Miles 3-8
During the first third of the race I felt really good. The air was brisk but the wind was mostly behind us and I was dressed appropriately; I kept a good pace. I had a laminated pacing sheet with me, tied to my belt pouch so I wouldn't lose it, that I dutifully referenced at every mile. I'd consult my watch as I passed the marker, then compare the number to the one on my chart. I had mapped it all out for a 13:30 pace the whole way which would get me to the finish in a little under 6 hours. My strategy--which I shared with the nice fellow on the bicycle assigned to bring up the rear--was to be as much ahead of pace as possible through 15 miles or so, "banking' whatever time I could before dipping into it when my pace started to crash later. The early miles were more like 11s so my plan was working well. I even pulled ahead of Alan briefly on a nice downhill stretch that was just too good to pass up (and I knew he'd catch up on my next walking/snack break). My chart also had the locations where "the gang" (my sister, brother-in-law, niece, and Jeremy & Madeline) was going to be meeting us and notes about when I should be fueling (every 40 minutes). My mood was great and I enjoyed the scenery (in spite of weather that markedly dampened the landscape), and the people. I had 6 hours of music on my mp3, but the race technically didn't allow headphones and I wasn't really missing it, so I kept it in my belt pouch, figuring I would pull it out later, when things got lonely and I needed motivation.
TO BE CONTINUED...
*Our friend Anne-Marie (reputedly a former vegetarian who came back for bacon) had a pre-marathon anxiety dream on our behalf in which she attempted to make us breakfast but only cooked 5 slices of bacon for 10 people, got annoyed with herself, and went back to bed! In her honor, I made every effort to alleviate any real or perceived bacon deficit throughout the weekend.
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| The prettiest housing development ever. |
*Our friend Anne-Marie (reputedly a former vegetarian who came back for bacon) had a pre-marathon anxiety dream on our behalf in which she attempted to make us breakfast but only cooked 5 slices of bacon for 10 people, got annoyed with herself, and went back to bed! In her honor, I made every effort to alleviate any real or perceived bacon deficit throughout the weekend.
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