This is a continuation of my Weekend in the Life post. You may want to read part 1 first.
I left off on Saturday night with going to bed early — much earlier than normal.
5:15am: My alarm goes off and I’m pretty sure I curse at it. I know I hit snooze, but I’m paranoid about being late, so I get out of bed anyway.
5:25am: I’m dressed, sort of. I decide to wear my tried-and-true Adidas boot cut pants, a dri-fit tank, my Colorado half-marathon race shirt (it’s super comfy), and my new long-sleeved top I got from Costco. It’s going to be about 50 degrees and completely overcast for the race.
5:35am: I head downstairs to finish packing up what I’m taking with me, including my breakfast. I don’t want to risk turning on a light (the girls are asleep around the corner in the living room), so I open the fridge and use its illumination. As I go to make coffee I realize it’s going to be loud. Hmm.
5:45am: Problem solved. I move the coffee maker across the house to my office. Whatever it takes, just get me coffee!
5:50am: I put my stuff in the car and get ready to head to Nicole’s. She’s offered to let me carpool with her and her mom. Woot!
5:55am: My race bib is waiting for me at Nicole’s house (many thanks to her mom, Cynthia, for picking it up for me!). I attach it to my race belt while Nicole finishes braiding her mom’s hair. (I’ve never looked that cute before a race — jealous!)
6:00am: We head out! I eat my oatmeal-and-yogurt on the way to Denver. It is dark o’clock. I can’t believe we’re up this early to go run a race. Then again, I probably would’ve been awake at 6am if I was home, since that’s when Natasha usually wakes up.
6:30am: We find parking without too much trouble. It’s just starting to get light out. Nicole takes off so she can make it to the start of her race at 7am. Her mom and I wait what seems ages to pay; the line is long and the machine is slow. At least our race starts later.
6:55am: We make it, crossing the street in front of the race start merely seconds before the gun goes off and runners in the 5k pour out of the first corral. We have almost an hour till our 15k starts, though, so we head over to meet up with Cynthia’s coworker, Sydney.
7:55/8:00am: I’m not sure exactly what time I begin, but I finally cross the mat. I go out a little fast and make a mental note to slow down so I don’t hit a wall later. Three miles in I can’t bear to have my long-sleeved top on anymore, so I very carefully peel it off. It requires tucking my water bottle between my chin and chest, slowly removing my arms, pulling the shirt over my head and tying it around my waist — all while running and not knocking anyone in the face or dropping my water bottle! It probably takes a quarter mile and definitely exhausts me.
Note to self: Next time, check the long-sleeved shirt in the gear bag before the race starts.
I’m feeling tired and the run is anything but scenic. I decide I’m done running races through Denver. I keep plodding along, feeling a little unenthusiastic and a bit tired. I wonder if maybe I’m running too fast still. I’m in front of the 10 min/mile pacer but behind the 9:30 pacer. I try not to look at my watch except at mile markers.
Around mile 7 I start talking to a woman I’ve been running in proximity of for a bit. Deborah, I think? Shoot, I can’t remember for sure now, but I did ask her name. So often I run races, talk to people and never even know their name! We talk about our kids, where we live, how much work it takes to train for anything around kids and work. Talking to her really lifts my mood and we run together for two miles.
At mile 9 she gives me the green light to “sprint” to the finish (ha, as if!) and I move out ahead of her, eye on the prize. I can see the arch in the distance. Somehow, I still have gas in the tank, so I give it all I’ve got.
9:30am: My official time (and the exact time on my Target watch, incidentally) is 1:31:05. Not bad! I was hoping for 10 mins/mile overall and I came in a little under. I am tired, but I feel pretty decent.
9:35am: I grab my post-race food and medal and meet up with Nicole, her mom, and several of Nicole’s coworkers. I down my hot chocolate and inhale the pretzels and banana, dipping both in chocolate. It’s an amazing post-race snack. We hang around for a little bit and I get my gear bag and change clothes. I hate being covered in wet, sweaty clothes, so even though I’m pretty gross, it helps a lot to put on clean yoga pants, a new t-shirt and new underwear and a regular bra. I even change socks.
10:10am: We head back to the car and decide to go to breakfast. We definitely earned it! We call ahead and get our name on the list at Racine’s.
10:35am: We arrive and get to go right past everyone in line. Woot! It takes a while to get our food because it’s packed and the restaurant is huge, but there’s plenty of coffee in the meantime. I get avocado eggs benedict. It is delicious!
11:30am: We head out in search of Sydney’s car. She can’t remember where she parked it, and she even took a picture of the cross street, but somehow we drive in circles trying to locate it. It’s hilarious because apparently the same thing happened last year! We eventually find it and all is right with the world, so we head home.
12:30pm: I pull into the garage; before I can even get inside Chris pokes his head out to say Natasha is napping and to be quiet when I come in. Check! Shelby is playing on the tablet and immediately asks me if I brought her something. Hey, wait a minute — who ran the race?! But yes, I did save the rest of my goodies for the girls.
12:45pm: I head up to take a long, hot shower and then put on sweats. I am going to be nothing if not comfy the rest of the afternoon!
1:15pm: Sadly for me, I start working. I have a project I have to have deliver the next day and, because of side projects the week before, just didn’t make as much progress on it as I needed to have. That means: Working on Sunday! But at least I have fun fuzzy slippers.
2:15pm: Shelby comes in with her little spray bottle asking me if there’s anything she can clean. Are you kidding me? Yes! She sprays and wipes my desk, the window sill, the TV and the TV stand. She’s super cute, even if she is distracting me.
4:45pm: Shelby comes back to my office do her homework. It’s part of her weekly packet that comes home and is due on Monday. Of course, it’s Sunday and she hasn’t started yet. I give her moral support while she cuts and sorts and I keep working.
6:30pm: Done for a while. I take a break and go upstairs to see everyone. The girls have just set up a game (Sorry), so I agree to play with them. They do great for a few rounds and then they start to get wiggy. We have to constantly remind them not to move around so much (at least near the board) or they’re going to knock all the pieces off. Before long I send one of Natasha’s pieces “home” and she gets very upset. After that it’s a roller coaster of highs and lows based on whose pieces are actually in play. We do finally finish the game. Natasha wins!
7:30pm: The rest of the evening is uneventful (as far as I remember!). Chris puts the girls to bed and I go back to work for a couple of hours.
9:30pm: I make Shelby’s lunch and pack Natasha’s backpack for the week. I’m going to be out Tues-Thurs at a (local) conference, so I’m it for school dropoff and pickup the next day. It’s always easier to get things ready the night before.
Postscript: Wouldn’t you know it? Natasha woke up puking at 5:30am on Monday and continued off and on for several hours that morning. Good thing I worked on Sunday! (Fortunately, she didn’t share it with anyone else in the family. Whew!)