I went downtown today to pick up my stuff for the 5K on Saturday. It was kind of exciting, but I’m also a little nervous because of my back, and so much missed training. As I was waiting in the first line (to pick up my goody bag and info sheet), and the second line (to pick up my chip and number), and the third line (to pick up my shirt), I was checking out which races the people around me were running. Of course, the majority were doing the marathon, and I found myself really checking them out -physique, choice of casual shoes, obvious signs of mental defect- and thinking, “What is WRONG with you? Don’t you know how FAR that is?” Strangely, only one of the hundreds of people I saw really looked crazy. What really got me, though, was the woman I saw in the half-marathon line wearing the pointiest, spikiest heels I’ve ever seen. I am amazed that she would put her feet in those, and two days later expect those feet to run 13.1 miles.
There were vendors galore, and I restrained myself, but I really wanted to buy the shirt that said “This seemed like a good idea three months ago.” And the one that said “This IS my race pace.”
Good luck tomorrow! I know you will do just fabulous.
Good luck. I will, for a while, be passing out water at the Linwood/Pratt water station. I ran the 5k a few years ago, and I would not make an attempt at anything longer except maybe as part of a relay team. Have fun. It’ll be over before you know it.