For the third weekend in a row, I found myself at a race. This time, spectating at the Nike Women’s Marathon. Way back in the Spring, I entered the lottery to run the full marathon. I was awarded an entry, but opted to run Portland instead. I gave my spot to a friend, so on Saturday I ventured up to the City to pick up the bib and race packet.
That night, while watching Game 1 of the NLCS series, we made signs to cheer on the ladies I knew who were running the race, particularly my cousin Michi. I didn’t realize she was running it (she lives in New York and we haven’t seen each in a while). When I found out, I was so excited for her!
I’ve been battling insomnia all week and finally got a decent night’s sleep. Only I overslept, jumping out of bed after 7 am. Not being very familiar with the area of the City where the Finish Line is I knew I needed extra time to figure things out. As luck would have it, I got there too late and ended up driving around for 40-minutes looking for parking.
Note to race officials: Can you pick a worse spot to end a race at? There’s never parking in that residential area without a race, let alone with thousands of additional people. And with no public transportation other than MUNI, getting in and out of that area is pure torture.
I was so late that I missed seeing my friends Doris and Yvette all together - that’s what happens when they’re so speedy. ☺ I finally parked 12 blocks away, made my way to the Finish area, and pushed my way through to position myself right along the guardrail the Finish Line. A few minutes after getting there, Jerri, my friend who used my bib, came running by. I was so glad to see her. I took a photo, but she’d kill me if I posted it.
Happy to have seen her, I then texted Missy who also ran the half. She was in the Nike Members’ Lounge, celebrating her half PR! On a really tough course I might add! She had an extra band and got me in to hang out with her. It’s a good thing too because it was raining really hard, not to mention cold and windy. The covered seating was much appreciated! We stayed there for a good hour, taking in the experience. Congrats Missy!
While hanging in the lounge area, I texted Michi to see how she was doing. She’d hit a wall at Mile 19, but was still pushing through. After Missy left, Michi texted me that she’d had under 3 miles left, so I made my way back to the Finish Line to make sure I was in position to see her. This is where it sucks being short. I couldn’t see a thing, so I had to stand back on the curb on tippy toes.
Toni, her mom and Aunty Mary, her grandma, were further down the course and saw her as she approached the final stretch. They texted me to start cheering and I did. But I never saw her. ☹ Suddenly Toni and A. Mary showed up in front of me and we made our way to the Finish area together where we met up with Michi and her Dad. I was so happy and proud to see her! For running 26.2 miles, she looked fantastic and was moving around with no problems at all – ah, the joys of being young. ☺
I love spectating and cheering; it was so exciting to see so many runners (fellas and ladies) out there today. Congratulations to everyone who raced! Its was a tough course with tough weather conditions - you are all so amazing!