Human Stampede

On June 26th, I ran my first half-marathon.

Anyone who witnessed my pathetic attempts at jogging all through junior high and high school will attest to how great a miracle this truly is. It was amazing. Even though I didn't feel completely ready for it, I did it. And this, like some things in life, you do just to finish.

It came at the end of a crazy few weeks. Landon flew off the Virginia, and I spent two weeks toodling around the greater Salem area. I picked him up from the airport on a Thursday, we hung out a couple days, and then I flew off to LA for a music thing (which is a post for another day, but totally totally cool). I was there for another few days, then came back to Salem, then drove up to Seattle the next day for race check-in and the expo. I had never been to a race expo before, and let me tell you, it was an experience. I sampled so much energy goo I'm surprised I got any sleep that night. But I'm a sucker for free samples.

The next morning, we drove the two miles down to the start line (along with 27,000 other people). Needless to say, it was fairly slow going. We ditched the car (we being me and my parents, who participated along with my brother and sister-in-law), and left it in Landon's hands to get back to the hotel and then come find all of us at the finish line later. He was a good sport about the whole thing, and made it all logistically possible (thanks honey).

I stuck with my mom because we were in the same starting corral (we were indeed feeling like cattle, so the name was fitting), but by the time we got there everyone was moving so we jumped in a few corrals back. Which is probably where I belonged anyway. We followed some runners cutting in where the fence was open, and they were ready to close it up right behind me so I turned back and yelled "MOM!" and they let her through too. It would have been a long walk in the wrong direction otherwise. I guess it was a decent walk to the actual start line but it kept moving pretty well and there were so many people and so much adrenaline that I didn't really notice. We saw the big banner ahead at last, and before I knew it we were on our way.

*IMPORTANT SIDE STORY* So.... we get up to Seattle the night before the race, right? We check in to our hotel, start making dinner plans, etc, and suddenly at 7:30pm as I'm laying out my race outfit for the next morning, a very dark realization sunk in. "Oh no, oh no, oh no, you've got to be kidding me!!" Sure enough, I had left my shoes in Oregon. My SHOES, people. Like, the ones I had been running in for months and was planning on running in for 13.1 miles the next morning? Those shoes. My RUNNING shoes. Landon, who I was convinced was realizing he had married the biggest idiot on the planet, shook his head, chuckled a little and said "Well, I guess we better find you some shoes then." So we did. At 8:00pm we pulled up to a big mall by the Olive Garden where we were eating which was thankfully still open, went straight to Lady Footlocker and found my shoes. I took the display, presented it to the lovely employee there and told her I needed a 6 1/2, and held my breath as she went to the back room. She came back with a box, I blurted out my whole tragic story, and then we made our purchase. And found out Footlocker gives a military discount. On our way out of the mall, Landon says to me "Anything for a new pair of shoes, huh?"

The course was very pretty, and with the exception of the final mile, no severe hills. I ran with my mom for the first three, then she left me in the dust when I had to walk. I quickly learned I was not coordinated enough to run and drink at the water stations at the same time. It was a surreal experience to run alongside thousands of people, a human stampede. I felt really solid through ten miles, which surprised me and I'm very happy with. The last couple of miles were very hard. But we got to run along the water for while, through a tunnel, up on the freeway express lanes then finally through town, and it was an adventure. I finished just under three hours, and I'm happy with that. I plan to do more in the future. In my shiny new running shoes.

I had a small burst of energy left and crossed the finish line with it. Someone gave me a medal, which I put on and it was heavy. I wandered for a couple of minutes but found my dad pretty quickly- a huge relief. It was good to have him right there, I needed to be told to stay hydrated, get one of those foil blankets to stay warm, and eat something, none of which I wanted to do, initially. We gradually found our other family members, took pictures, and headed to the train to get back to the car. I was so sore I could barely walk. I loved saying I ran 13.1 miles for the rest of the day though, and my new shoes are pretty awesome. All in all a great experience, and I look forward to my next one.

My feet were fine, by the way.