I picked up my Polar f4 yesterday, literally as the store was closing. What can I say? My sense of timing is impeccable. That gave me over an hour to waste until the packet pick-up began. For being a detail-0riented person, I have a nasty habit of not knowing exactly where races start. So I spent a while wandering around, wondering why there was an abnormally high percentage (read: everyone but me) of drunk people stumbling around the Seattle Center. Turns out, there was some sort of beer tasting event. I wandered my way into Memorial Stadium and sauntered over to the pre-registered tables. Found my bib number on the board, and walked over to that bin.
It wasn’t there. My name was on the list as being preregistered and they had no packet for me. NO PACKET = NO CHIP + NO BIB. But seeing as how it’s all volunteers, I didn’t get upset about it. That’s exactly the reason that I like to get places early. I wasn’t the only one who didn’t get a packet. Solution? Fill out a new registration and get a whole new bib number. Goodbye 959, hello 1210. But I did get my t-shirt. And it glows in the dark and is way too big, just as a race shirt ought to be.
I sat around waiting for the clock to run down, thinking to myself that I am just too old to be running a race at midnight.
Finally we lined up, as I shivered away in my “muscle man shirt” (what my son and nephew call wife beaters). To complete my so-called patriotic look I wore my blue running skirt and some red soccer socks.
The race was just what I needed. I picked a guy in the starting corrals that I decided would become my defacto pace-buddy. Except I passed (and lost) him at the first uphill. I passed a lot of people going uphill. Some of them passed me back going downhill, but I passed back on the flats. Just to note: passing is not a goal of mine. I rarely try to pick people off and pass them. I don’t see the point. If it works for other people, great, but it doesn’t work for me.
I confess, I did choose one person to pick off last night. Sometimes people’s costumes just drive me nuts. There was one of those last night and I FLEW down the homestretch to pass her. I also passed the owners of West Seattle Runner. That was not a goal, but I recognized them from a magazine article. Of course, neither of them were running at the same effort that I was, but still. I had a lot of fun. In fact, more races should be held that take you by bars late at night. I’ve never seen such enthusiastic supporters at a race!
I ran into a super cool guy that I know from school. I said hi to him before my brain registered how I knew him. It took me an awkward moment to place him, but he had that same ‘blank-brain’ moment. We chatted a bit and then I headed for the Top Pot Doughnuts. I didn’t end up eating though. Doughnuts just don’t seem like a worthy treat after a run. Pop Chips however…
My hip started bothering me just before mile 2, but I reminded myself that it’s temporary. It definitely slowed me down, but I’m not going to let it stop me. I spent plenty of time rolling it out this morning (because last night I really needed to sleep). I’m planning on icing it later this afternoon, too. I’m not afraid of aching body parts. This isn’t something that will do permanent damage, so I’m not going to let it interfere anymore. “Pain is just fear leaving the body” is an idiotic saying. But I’m not afraid to let muscles and joints announce their presence.
And I’m feeling serious about running in a way that I haven’t in months. But I’m not going to think about it too much for fear of driving it away.