Anchorage or Bust!: Don't You Think My Outfit Looked Cute?

So the big day arrives and we sleep through our 4:30 am alarm. Good thing we called down for a wake-up call for 4:50 am. We wake up, wander around, Julie makes coffee. I actually take a shower, which is a bit random since I am just going out sweat for 4+ hours.

I look out the window at the rain falling. I am secretly happy, because I was terrified Friday's 75° day would repeat itself. I try to think of what I can possibly wear, since a tank top just isn't going to cut it in the rain. I don't yet know the temperature, but it looks cold out there.

I get dressed in my crazy outfit, mix my GU2O and fill my water bottles, and drink some of Julie's Gatorade. I look down and realize I haven't yet had my oatmeal. I scurry around to make my oatmeal and eat that while looking out the window at the steady rain, beginning to worry about the cold.

We hurry down to the hotel lobby after the fastest tooth-brushing session ever to meet our team, get some important advice from Coach Sue (which I was too nervous to actually hear), and load into buses for the start. The start area is at a local high school, and Mark finds us in the porta potty line, always the most crowded place before the start of any race, much less a long, long race.

Do I look nervous or what? And don't you think my outfit looks fabulous? I hadn't really planned on cold or rain, or I probably wouldn't have packed the sunbeam stripe as my only long-sleeved running top. This is what I get for packing light.