When I signed up for this way back in March, I'm not quite sure what I was thinking. When I thought about this over Thanksgiving, I'm not sure I knew any more than I did then. When I think about it now, I realize that thinking about it isn't nearly as important as feeling it.
And believe me, by the time it was all said and done, I definitely felt it.
There is so much to tell really, I'm not sure how I'll get all of my thoughts into a couple of posts, but I will do my best. I'll start with the logistics and work my way to the actual race itself and I promise I will keep brevity as a theme . . .maybe.
As an aside, and for what it's worth, throughout these two race-recaps, I've highlighted and bolded things that:
- I wish I would have known
- I wish I hadn't overlooked
- Benefitted me a great deal
- Generally might be helpful
The packet pickup was not exactly what I would describe as smooth, if I'm being honest. To be fair, my attitude might have been tainted by the fact that we had just endured 3 hours of San Francisco traffic in an effort to get to the shop 15 minutes before they shut down pickup. That being said, the JV cheerleader they had checking people off of the list wasn't exactly surpassing my expectations, asking really helpful questions such as "What is your last name?" after I had handed her my ID, and providing me with wonderful nuggets of information such as "I'm hungry and I lost my scrunchy" while she initially ignored me. She was an annoying anomaly though, as everyone else was all over it. I have great luck with these sorts of things . . .
One important note here: They allow you to drop off your drop-bags right there at the store. DO IT. There were many people that were scrambling like crazy right before the race and I know for a fact that there were still folks standing in line to drop off when the gun went off. This is not the stress you need right before you start running up a mountain.
We wandered over to the panel, hosted by the race director and featuring Dean Karnazes and Mike Wardian, the dude that won the San Francisco Marathon despite food poisoning from eating some bad tacos.
Somehow, someway, J and I managed to find a Thai noodle place with bowls for under 8 bucks a piece, a relative bargain in San Francisco.