Wineglass Race Recap

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Saturday, early afternoon, Sarah and I packed our silly selves into her very tiny car and took an adventure.

Our adventure involved; a grape festival, losing a satellite signal and some very distracting pink windshield wipers. It took us an entire extra hour to get to where we were heading, but we made it, with 9 minutes to spare.

We got to packet pick up as they were shutting down, everyone pretty much hated us, and we didn’t get a chance to see anything that was at the expo, but it’s okay, because dammit- we made it there; on time. Then we just had to trust, our excellent navigational skills to get us to the hotel. It only took a couple of wrong turns, so there was definite improvement from the first stretch.

This is where the GPS took us the first time, we thought it was quaint, but the lack of a Hilton sign made us believe that; the people who were there would not appreciate us barging in.

When we finally made it to the Hotel, we thought it was going to be smooth sailing, until they didn’t have our reservation, and there was only one room left in the whole place- and it smelled like smoke.

But regardless, at least I got a cookie:

Sarah very meticulously planned out, and laid out what she was racing in before dinner, I kind of just unpacked all of my stuff into a pile on the floor so I didn’t feel like so much of a schmuck.

We were starving, so we did what any good runners would do the night before a big race…

We went to Chili’s

And stuffed our faces.

We were able to resist the margaritas, but wow, it was hard. We weren’t able to resist the guacamole. After years of knowing Sarah, I think this was her first time ever seeing me order a meal, you can just call me Sally. I got a grilled chicken sandwich (surprised?) minus; the bacon, cheese and everything else they normally put on there- add; lettuce, tomato, mushrooms, tiny bit of mayo. In my eyes, this is the only way a chicken sandwich should be made.

The next morning (the important morning)- Sarah and I shockingly made it to the shuttle, early.

Please, if you need a minute to process that, take it.

But first she had to learn first hand that I do not function without coffee.

And yes; I do know that my outfit is more than glamorous. Thanks for noticing.

This race had a huge mental challenge for me, and I know this is going to sound silly and like I’m a little kid but, it was my first race without my dad. I called him before we went to the start, and I knew that I would call him as soon as I finished, but there was a major mental hurdle there.

Thankfully, Sarah is probably the next best running partner. We both have very different running styles, but lets face it; we’re used to working together, we read each other well, and we’re good at communicating. We are both also very stubborn.

Before the race; real runners vs. us

We have always been competitive people, and we both have a lot of pride, we pushed each other to our limits- no question. There were times where I knew she needed to slow down, but she wouldn’t and there were times where she knew I needed to, but I refused. After we ran the first 6 in under an hour, we both naturally slowed down, but not by much.

The course was nice and scenic, but for at times I thought it was a little boring, but that’s because I always need something to keep my attention. The runners on the course are what my main complaint are with, we passed very few friendly people. I mean, come on, you weren’t doing this to qualify for Boston so, maybe smile a little next time?

I was running next to someone at mile 12 and they stopped running, I nicely encouraged him to get going again, and he told me to shut up. Yikes. I’m sure that none of our blogger friends were grumpy though, just because we’re all naturally awesome.

Every one else needed some coffee and chocolate.

I got stuck at mile 10- I went to grab water and someone stopped, dead in their tracks, right in front of me. My legs turned to lead, I knew I wasn’t going to catch up to Sarah, but I could still see her and I could hear her yelling at me.

You’re dad wouldn’t let you walk, so I won’t either.

Yep, that’s what I heard and that’s what stuck with me. I never walked, but boy, those last miles were long.

When I finished, Sarah was standing (where she wasn’t supposed to stand), waiting to make sure I was okay.

I finished in 2:21:59

This is an 18 min PR.

So now it’s time to rest the legs a little and get ready for RtB in less than 2 weeks! I’ve been wearing compression socks and shorts like they were given to me by God himself and tomorrow I’ll get back out there for an easy run. Oh, I’ve also been stuffing my face, because I can.

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