In preparation for getting downtown by 6:15 AM on Sunday, I was asleep by 9:30 PM on Saturday night. I know many of you find that difficult to believe, me being the night owl that I am, but I woke up, ate my oatmeal, and hustled downtown to meet my running buddies.
We shuffled across the start line just after 7:00 AM, and we tried to maintain a conservative pace amidst all the chaos. Race starts are usually so exciting many of us often end up running a little faster than planned. This was no different, as we breezed through the first two miles a couple of minutes under our goal pace.
Then the rain started (and some wind gusts too). And it kept on falling for the next 40 to 45 minutes. It actually felt pretty nice, and it kept us cool. We took water breaks when necessary, cheered on Team in Training teammates running in the other direction of the out and back portion of the course, and basically tried to keep ourselves in good spirits for the whole race. We realized we need to make a list of entertaining stories to tell each other during Anchorage, since the miles seem to go by that much faster when we are laughing and happy.
Our coach was fantastic. She met up with us at mile 10.5 to give us a few finishing tips and to tell us we looked strong, which made us feel pretty good. We dragged ourselves up the Steel Bridge ramp, hustling a little at the top to get it over with all the more quickly. Then we picked up a little speed for the run in to the finish, still laughing all the way as I exclaimed with disbelief that the finish was, "That mat right there?! You mean that one? Right there?"
That mat was actually a mat we ran across that read our electronic timing chips so they could announce our names as we finished. It is pretty fun and surprising to hear your name called out as though you were finishing in the top 10, not the top 711.
Overall, we finished exactly where we wanted to, and, with the exception of the first two miles, we were very consistent with our speed. I feel like I could have run a little further if needed, so that gives me confidence that were are on track with the marathon training.
I am finally getting over the insane case of the chills I got immediately after finishing. I did a little
cross training today up at Mt. Hood Meadows. I took my warmest jacket, since I decided I'd rather be too hot than too cold after those post-race chills on Sunday. The snow softened up a bit more than I'd expected after lunch, and I took a most spectacular fall. Both skis popped off (thankfully!), and I'm pretty sure I flipped end over end, hurtling through the air after spinning around. I felt fine, but after that, I decided I'd better go in before I hurt myself. Tomorrow...back to running.