Nope, not the bad kind of fever. I am finally – six short days before my race – getting Marathon Fever!!
Saturday morning at 8 am, I took Big Boy to karate class. Oh, yeah, another piece of the crazy puzzle that is my schedule these days? Big Boy has two hours of karate on Saturday mornings from now until December when he gets his Black Belt. Add in the 45-minute (one way) commute and I think you can imagine how thrilled I am. But I managed to turn this development to my advantage by skedaddling out for a run while Big Boy was punching and kicking his way through the morning.
And what a glorious run it was! The street I ran on is part of the course for the California International Marathon (my PR race). It’s funny, because I have driven on this street quite a few times since the race without thinking too hard about last December, but seeing it again on foot really brought back memories. I was filled with that race-day excitement, thinking about the crowds that lined the street and the relief of being more than halfway done. I spent most of my run thinking about how great it feels to conquer that distance and how I can’t wait to run Long Beach! Nine miles flew by in a happy breeze.
When I got home, I finished getting ready for Big Boy’s birthday party and then plunked myself in front of the computer to watch Kona. Talk about race-day excitement and drama! The pro race was awesome, but my favorite part was when the announcers were done and they just put the camera on the finish line. The elation, exhaustion, happiness and occasional disappointment on the athletes faces was so compelling to watch, I spent most of the afternoon and evening at my computer. (In my defense, Birthday Boy and his friends were nerding out with video games in the next room, so it wasn’t like I could actually go anywhere or do anything productive. And, in case you were wondering, 12-year old boys talk about boobs A LOT when they think adults aren’t listening. They also try to swear at each other, just to be cool and grown-up, but they don’t do it very well, which made me laugh.)
Today I was just too tired to get out and do much (12-year old boys also have the ability to stay awake much, much, MUCH later than I do), so I plunked myself down in front of the computer again and tracked some of my bloggy peeps running Chicago and Portland. I am SO incredibly proud of you guys!! The weather played a big part in the race at both locations today and you girls toughed it out like nobody’s business! Marcia and Middle Name Marie slogged through the heat in Chicago to show that race who was boss and Stacie battled rain and injuries in Portland to finish like a champ. I didn’t online-stalk Char, but I read the update from her very first marathon ever and can’t help but be awed by the time she ran. YOU GIRLS ROCK!!!