Way back last fall, friend Susan
The Sunday before, Cecil, Susan and I ran 5.9 miles on the Wildwood trail in Forest Park. In the rain. There are muscles used in trail running that are not used for road running. Ow. Was I going to feel better by the next Sunday? I got in one more run in the Nature Park over lunch. (Another good thing about where I am working - easy access to my favorite trails in the Nature Park. I have missed running there)
Ok, so night before, gear all collected for a run that would be done in temperatures from 42 to 46 deg F, no rain (yay!), and a lot of time thinking I'd really rather ride a 200k...
Nice bowl of oatmeal and a cup of coffee. Susan and Jill appeared, we piled into Susan's car and drove over to Vancouver. It was cold. Really cold. There were runners walking around in SHORTS and SPORTS BRAS! I got hypothermia just looking at them! Mostly we stayed in the car; Jill and Susan discussed pre-race anti-inflammatories. I had already taken my Advil.
My former co-worker Jerry was there volunteering; we caught up. He runs a marathon pretty much every weekend (!) Cecil and her friend Judy found me right before the start. We jumped around trying to warm up. Finally, it was TIME! We had all split up before starting, so I didn't see anyone for awhile. First mile was gently downhill. I had to thread my way among the walkers. We ran by the Vancouver Farmer's Market and then down to the Columbia River and headed east for about 4 or so miles. There was mist on the river, the sun was just above the horizon, and it was completely gorgeous. As I approached the turnaround, I saw Linda, Susan, Jill and Cecil. Heading back myself, I saw Judy.
We eventually split off from the outgoing runners and ran west along a parallel street, then did a hard right turn into Historic Fort Vancouver. Ran by the old fort, Pearson Airfield, Officers Row, then out the east side of the fort, north a few blocks, then turned back west and through the fort again. There were some little hills here, nothing to get excited about.
My little toe felt a bit disturbed around mile 9. About mile 12, my right quad spoke up. At that point it was "suck it up, almost done".
Lots of families out along the course, cheering on their runners. Little kids wanted to high five everyone :-) And then we crossed back over I-5, into downtown, around the block and FINISHED!
Fitz was there waiting (yay! plane landed in time!), and Susan, Jill, and Cecil were there. I finished only 1:17 behind Cecil...
|picture courtesy of Cecil R-S|
We hugged. We took pictures. We ate and made plans to meet at Gordito Taco in Portland and eat some more. Changed out of the running gear into dry clothes, adjourned to Gordito Taco (where Linda, Scott and Fitz joined us) for more yummy food outside in the sunshine.