Holy crap. It looks like I’m going to run 13.1 miles tomorrow.
After work today, Babyface and I drove up north to my sister’s, who has graciously offered to host us for the race weekend and guide us through the process with her half-marathoning wisdom. She offered pizza and salad for a pre-race meal. With the wise caveat of “don’t eat too much salad.”
After dinner, we drove downtown to hit up the expo and pick up our race packets. With 40,000 participants descending upon downtown Indy, the parking/driving situation was decidedly hectic.
We finally found parking a few blocks away and made it into the huge, ginormous, and incredibly-busy-for-8:30pm expo.
Pushed our way through the crowds to the back of the hall to packet pick-up, where being one of 40,000 really hit home.
After snagging our swag, we wound our way through the expo sniffing out free samples. We were sorely disappointed to find that there was absolutely none. LAME. The only cool thing I got was this sweet sticker from the milk board.
And a nice picture of me with Danica Patrick’s car. Wearing a shirt for Danica Patrick’s team. I could say it was coincidence, but it wasn’t. 🙂
We left the expo pretty quickly (after I bought one shirt that I’m sure you’ll see tomorrow) because it was getting late and we all needed our beauty sleep. We just got back and sorted through our packets.
The race t-shirts are su-wheet! Super soft technical tees. Although apparently, 6 months ago when I registered for this race, I thought I’d be a medium by now. Oh well. Eventually, maybe!
Everything is laid out for tomorrow. Want a list of the gear that’s in my pile?
- UA capris, tank and tee (+ the undergarments)
- Shoes and socks
- iPod and arm band
- Waist pack to hold chapstick, tissues, ID, debit card, phone and camera
- Two packs of Clif Shot Bloks (Black Cherry)
- Bib and safety pins
How am I feeling? I’m feeling way nervous and way excited. While I feel confident in my training, there are a lot of things that feel up in the air. I managed to cut my toe tonight, which only adds to my worries for tomorrow. I’m still concerned about my cough and well, just really hope I don’t die. My sister has offered to run with me, so that should be fun. We even have (unplanned) matching green shirts.
I think it is time to revisit my goals for tomorrow:
- I want to have fun. Soak up everything. Take pictures. Kiss the bricks. Listen to the bands. High-five the spectators.
- I want to finish. I don’t care if I don’t run a single step, but I want to cross that finish line and get my medal.
- I want to be proud. Because doing anything for 13.1 miles is something to be proud of. Yes, even walking.
Alright, that makes me feel better. I just took a Tylenol PM and set my alarm for 5am (like I’m going to be able to sleep). Catch you on the flipside, kids. Let’s all hope I don’t die tomorrow.