6:45am--There is a thick layer of fog all around and crispness in the air. I get on the road and make a mental checklist of all that I need. I triple check that I packed my shoes, kind of important. Good, there they are. Who drives barefoot? I do. I'm nervous but excited. My body feels strong but my confidence is lacking. I turn on the radio and I let my mind tune into the music to ease off the nerves. Santa Barbara left me a bit shattered. It took me a month to physically recover from that marathon and the psychological damage is still very evident in the way my body trembles just a tiny bit this morning.
7:45am--I get off the highway and Pass through beautiful downtown Woodside. I have fond memories of this place. Huddard Park is up a winding road. Thank God it is still early because I can't speed past 15 miles an hour. Gosh darn it, I can't shake off these nerves. I park, get out of the car and decide to get my bib right away. My race begins at 8:30 but I have an urge to feel "ready."
8:00am--I have my bib! I grab my shoes to put them on and realize my insoles are missing. I have a moment of panic... My insoles have kept me injury free, they keep my feet happy and blister free. I can't run without them. Quick, think quickly. I decide that I'm going through with this race and I will just deal with the consequences. It is 44 degrees outside so I sit in the car and wait. I pull out my prayer book and read the Liturgy of the Hours.
8:15am--I leave my car and walk towards the start line just as most runners are starting to gather. It's cold! I am wearing a wool vest on top of my long sleeve performance shirt. I contemplate leaving it on for the race since most of the trail is completely under trees. Then I remember that as soon as I start running I heat up so I leave it behind. Trail runs are very casual and small so I know my favorite vest will be ok.
8:30am--shortly after a few housekeeping announcements the "gun" goes off. Adrenaline is running through my body but I can't speed up. There is a traffic jam. The first mile is pretty slow, single track trail downhill. Easy does it. It seems like we are descending forever. Just as the road opens and I'm able to set Into pace I am reminded of why I am here:
And this
This too
Someone once said that it isn't possible to be surrounded by nature and be in a bad mood. I must add that for me it is not possible to be in nature and be anxiety ridden. And that is why I love being in nature, because I am at my best.
5.5 miles in
After the first downhill mile is a steady climb up to this point. No massive hills though so I am able to run without walking. I'm surprised that we have reached the first aid station. This means that the half marathon turnaround is up ahead. I make a quick body scan to see how I'm doing. I don't need food yet and my feet are holding up ok. I've been running mostly on my toes so I don't feel the impact on my plantar tendon yet.
6.5 miles
Half marathon turn around, mine is in 4.5 miles. I've got this! The next stretch is a series of rolling hills. I even pick up speed at times.
11 miles
Second aid station and my turnaround. The last mile was killer! I grab a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and decide to walk to eat it. I notice all the sounds around me. The sun peeks through. It's a gorgeous day! Part of me wants to slow down and take it all in. Another time. I've got somewhere to be after this race so I better pick up the pace.
17 miles
I've been running for 3.5 hours, lately a lot downhill, my feet are hurting. I can feel the impact on my ankles too. I remind myself that its ok to be hurting right now.
20 miles
I want to be done. This last stretch is on a fire road and I'm afraid to slip. My stride is strong but my ankles are weak. I can feel a twist or a fall coming at any second. I slow down the pace when my mind pushes to go faster.
21.8 miles
I see the arches! I look at my garmin and I'm 10 minutes under my desired goal. I clock in at 4 hours and 20 minutes. I'm floating, ecstatic, eager to hug someone... My body feels good and still strong.
I'm leaning against a bench stretching when I hear my name being called. Something about coming in second for my age category. Seriously? Today couldn't possibly get at better. Wait, yes it can. I have a baptism to attend so I better make my way there :)
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