We got to Seattle the afternoon before. Leaving the babes with husbands and trading in our motherly duties for ones of lighter stature (shopping, eating, makeovers... running really far)
Checked into our hotel, went upstairs to unload our over stuffed bags... turns out we've both managed to ruin both our keys.
Then off to my favorite part... Packet pickup slash expo. Where I picked up a handy new gadget called IFITNESS running belt, always carrying so many random helpful things. I'm in constant lookout for the perfect pouch of sorts.
We waited in line and shook the hand of fellow Idol, Mr. Scott Jurek. Who, being the stellar athlete and all around *good human being* that he is, signed all of our bibs and wished us well in our running endeavors.
Meeting up with Katie and Ron Robertson to both hug our support and pick up our yellow TEAM KARINA JEAN shirts and buttons. They recently lost their daughter in a fight against lukemia. Their daughter Annika, as a school project put together an incredible fundraiser earning $40,000 benefitting cancer research A M A Z I N G!!
Got to bed at a decent hour (only being shushed a couple of times) but not before, every darned alarm clock we could find was set, and at alternating times. The fear of not waking up is a strong one.
5:15 am comes fast....
Heading out the door we pick up a shannon, and somehow acquire a Zach. Not really sure where we're going, we trust the other masses of sheep. With quick (trying to stay warm!) steps we make it to the start.
Luckily, we've got the magic chips to keep track of our true time... and with this crowd, crossing the start line is going to take ages. So, when that horn blows... we shuffle. Saving the fast feet, swerving and dodging for a few more moments. The sensible Shannon, Kathleen and BooBoo, hold strong to the save your energy approach. While like the bunny, I pretend to be. Darted up with the fella. Where we spent the next nine miles weaving in and out of runners. Hopping up and over curbs, sidewalks and barriers.
So many people all around, it felt impossible to break away.
Randomly (miles later) to our left I see Shannon and kathleen coming up strong. Tired me, ready to slow down, now feeling an extra boost to keep up our pace. Honing in my nonchalant question asking skills making Shan talk us up the next few hills.
Up ahead we can see the SPACE NEEDLE teasing us with it's non-closeness.
One mile left, and the others look unphased, like they could easily run another 12 miles. While I'm no longer talking and merely concentrating on keeping up.
As we turn into the stadium (great end to a race btw) we dig deep.
and finish... strong!
thank goodness for *that guy*...
And... we're done.