Wednesday, April 25, 2012

The Flying Pirate Half Marathon 2012 or The Race Where Body Glide Was Your Best Friend

I had some trouble coming up with a title for this post.  So many options for only one race:

  • The Drowning Pirate
  • I Didn't Think I Registered For A Tough Mudder
  • WTF, How Are There Hills at the Coast
  • The One Time I Wanted To Stay IN A Porta Potty

The possibilities are endless, I promise you.

I also debated on how I would recap the race.  I've seen some that detail strategy, nutrition, aches and pains mile by mile, split by split.  But now that I've done a race where there were more than 3 miles to remember, my hat is off to those people because after mile .5, it's all a jumble.  Heck..I'm still wondering if it actually happened at all!

It was a dark and stormy night....

No, seriously!  The rains started around 11:00 pm the night before.  The weatherman kept telling me it was going to rain, but that didn't stop me from hoping for a miracle.  I had a vision of my post-race celebration and this forecast was NOT in it!  But alas, the rains did not stop until possibly 4:00 pm the following afternoon.  So, I set out the most weather friendly clothing I brought (so much for the cute outfit I bought just for the occasion..hmpf), my Pure Flows (because they're fast), my Garmin doo dads, my new thick socks I bought in a panic (because all I had were little thin ones that screamed BLISTER WAITING TO HAPPEN) and my trusty hat.  All set and ready to go.

My morning started at 5:00 am after an unfitful sleep.  Hubby was still sleeping and I didn't want to wake him, so I grabbed my Luna bar and my banana and ate in the bathroom.  Thank goodness he woke up rather quickly because me eating in the bathroom just seemed weird.  I got dressed and tried my best to wait calmly, but hell, I don't wait calmly very well.  So I gave the green light for us to leave to drop me at the start line.  In the rain.  Before dawn.  All by myself.  Scary.  

Waiting for the time to get herded like cattle, I ran into a friend from Daily Mile (big shout out to Steve R J!), chatted for a moment and then I had to politely excuse myself to visit the ladies room.  Never in my entire life did I actually want to stay in a porta potty, only to catch a break from the relentless rain that kept hammering on our heads.  And then it was corral time.  We sang the national anthem and the first wave was off an running, with me in the fourth, following shortly behind them.  

Now, remember, we're lucky I can remember what I had for breakfast that morning; but, because I ate most of it in the bathroom, it tends to make that breakfast unforgettable.  The point I'm trying to make is my memory for the rest of the race is a little spotty.

Everything was fantastic the first three miles.  And then the next three miles went as well as the first.  The course took us through some great residential neighborhoods with lots of trees and beautiful houses to look at.  And then I think mile 6 led us to a path that followed the sound and then back to the neighborhoods and then back on the sound.  Until now, the course was pretty much flat with some slight inclines here and there. There were spectators out rooting us all on (rock on folks, y'all are awesome!).  This race is ticketed with the best spectators around and I believe that to be spot on, especially if the sun was out.  My pace was consistently between 9:15 and 9:30, exactly where I wanted to be to reach a sub 2:05:00, and if all went well I could pick it up at the the last 4 miles and maybe come in under 2:00:00??
Me, striking a pose.  

The course took us around the base of the Wright Brothers monument, where I got to strike a pose.  I chatted with a woman from Cary for a bit and then went on my way.  I was feeling pretty fantastic at this point. Little did I know what was waiting for me.

If memory serves, soon after the memorial volunteers steered us to an off-road vehicle path that was made up of a mixture of sand, dirt and grit.  Well, in constant rain and 1,000ish runners later, the path turned into a muddy mess.  If you didn't know, mud will suck the energy right out of you and is a huge pace killer.  We endured around three miles of this nonsense.  The smiling girl you see to the right, quickly embraced the role of a cussing pirate.

Now, the race description mentioned a slight incline at mile 12.  Being that I live in the Piedmont of North Carolina, I am no stranger to many slight inclines.  So, I thought the "slight incline at mile 12" would be easy peasy!  No one told me it was going to be like a trail run in Lake Norman State Park.  It was at this point I think my head beat me.  I believed my legs didn't have it.  They might have, but I didn't think they did.  I ended up walking up the hills and running down the hills.  We did this for a bit until I came to what I believed to be the last one.  I decided I better pick it up, so I ran up, crested the hill and there it was.  THE FINISH LINE.  About 600 yards off in the distance.  I no longer had control over my limbs.  My legs flew me down the hill passing about five other runners (okay, well, I don't know if it was five but i know it was at least two!) and crossed the line at 2:04:45.
just about to the finish line...

Also, these two photos prove I did pass at least the one guy to my left....

And then I said...

Rock Star

I didn't make my sub 2 hr hopes, but I did reach the original sub 2:05:00 goal.  All in all, a GREAT race, a FANTASTIC course.  If anyone has their sites on Boston, I recommend the Outer Banks Marathon in November.  

The Best Of's:
  • best sign: Puke and Rally
  • best noise maker:  cow bells, hands down.
  • best shouts of encouragement by a spectator:  "Don't pull a muscle!"  "Be careful, don't hurt yourself!"  (She literally made me laugh out loud)
  • best part of the course:  Running along the sound.  Gorgeous. 
  • best t-shirt at the Expo:  "If marathon training was easy, they'd call it football."
  • best booth at the Expo:  I don't know who they were (might be the point), but they had scary masks with breathing apparatuses and a German Shepherd on guard.  I think they may have been recruiting for the CIA. 
  • best after race conversation:  at dinner, I was talking with a gentleman that also ran.  I showed the above rock star picture (yes, I know I'm a dork).  He said "Hey, you passed me, I remember your shoes."
  • best outfit:  Hands down, the two dudes running in kilts.  Like I said.....

The race where Body Glide was your best friend....

Saturday, April 21, 2012

The Thirteenth Hour

Clothes set out, number on, post race dry clothes packed and breakfast at the ready.

In thirteen(ish) hours, I'll (hope to) have finished 13.1.

Here we go....

Dear Jyl,

So, I've been trying to come up with a really cool gift or something to send you off on your marathon adventure in Nashville.

At first I was going to give you a get well basket, but your mom took care of that.  Your brother has you all set up on the Boston Red Sox hat and Sam Adams Boston Marathon commemorative beer.  So...what does that leave?  Those are already the most awesomnest of gifts ever...

And then I thought I might get you jewelry.  A pendant more specifically, for you to put on your shoe when you're running that day.  And then all the inscriptions were so....and I'm like, "how dorky is that".  I need to come up with something completely awesome and cool because Jyl has rocked her training, has pulled me through my own, so I need to come up with something great to say "Thanks.  You're awesome.  It's going to be fantastic...."  all those things rolled into one little somethin' somethin'.

And then it hit me.  

Now, what I came up with, I can't actually give you....but I can sure as hell post it:

Even if I'm not "there", remember I'm with you every step of the way.  Imagine me talking nonsense, making you laugh with stories of Darth and other dumb stuff I do.  

Yes, it might hurt.  It might suck at times and if you plan on stopping, just remember what you told me a week or two ago when I didn't know if I could...

Just keep going.

And when you cross that finish line?  Man o man!

Now....go kill it!  And I'll be waiting for you to get back, with a grilled cheese in hand.  

See ya on the flip side,

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Two Reasons Why I Want to Drive

1) I can have control of the radio.
2) I can determine the potty stops.

Okay, three reasons....

3) I'm just a better driver.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Twas the night before vacation...

And all through the house,
I was running around like a chicken
With its head cut off.

My clothes laid out
And chosen with care,
Knowing in 24 hours
I would soon be there.

How much I wanted to be
Snug in my bed,
Awaiting visions of GU Chomps
To dance in my head.

But with food to pack
And itinerary to check,
Bedtime must wait
To do what is next.

So grab your fuel, your watch
And shoes to run,
Because it's just about time to go party with pirates
Oh I hope there is rum!

Tuesday, April 17, 2012


Today is Get-To-Know-Your-Blogger Day.  Okay.  Not really, but here you go anyway:

  • I suck at Words with Friends
  • I love Dawson's Creek
  • Sometimes I feel like I can stay in the shower all day.
  • I can be too hard on myself.
  • The best part of the movie is the preview.
  • I have a phobia of ordering pizza over the phone.
  • And I refuse to order through the drive-thru as a driver.
  • I don't like to watch the news.
  • I like to read novels geared towards young adults, maybe to revisit that time in my own life and maybe recapture that "innocence," at least for a moment.
  • The rest of my house can be a mess just as long as the kitchen is clean and my bed is made.
  • I like folding towels, but hate matching socks.
  • I might be posting this because I can't think of anything else to write about.
  • Someone told me I look like Danica Patrick.  Funny.
  • I have so much stuff I want to do that I get stressed out and don't do anything.
  • I do not sing in the shower.  Only in the car.
  • I'm going to do a BIG 'OL happy dance when this semester of school is over.
  • I can never be a waitress because I'm afraid I will throw food at someone.
  • My good friends tend to move away.  
  • I hate talking on the phone.
  • I'm Twitter challenged.
  • I can't believe I'm about to run 13.1 miles.  For fun...because I want to.  Strange.
  • I secretly want to be a CIA agent.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

It's almost time...

One week from today, you will find me on my way to the Outerbanks to go party with bunch of pirates.

In one week and three days, I will be running with/away from/to a bunch of pirates (it's too early to tell exactly which) for 13.1 miles.

...and then I will eat grilled cheese. 

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

A TMI Moment Brought to You by Yours Truly

I would most likely swim more if shaving wasn't such a pain in the arse.

Now back to your regular scheduled programming.

Monday, April 2, 2012

A Biking Adventure Hunger Games Style

Well, kinda.

While the world was heading to the theater for opening weekend of The Hunger Games, hubby and I packed up the jeep and headed west to meet up with some friends of ours.  Our final destination?  DuPont State Forest.  What I didn't know at the time was that DuPont was one of the filming locations of The Hunger Games.  So, I guess in essence, I got to be a part of opening weekend too! (Though I STILL REALLY WANT TO SEE THE MOVIE...just sayin')

Now, if you look at the sub-line of my blog title, it says "a chronicle of mis-adventure on the trail, lake....and the road."  I've done a pretty good job with "the road" part, but I've been remiss at the trail and lake.  So, I bring to you my first biking adventure.  No technical trails, thank goodness, because it was all I could do to stay on the darn thing as it was.  

This is me.
I would say, "safety first" with my helmet
and protective eye gear , but I am on an air strip.

"Hmm, what does this do?"

We found plenty of little gems like this! 

"Look Ma, no hands!"

This is me, doing my 'Vanna White' interpretation.

My shadow says hello!

Me, pretending to be all triumphant-like after this 15 mile excursion
when all the while my quads are FREAKING BURNING.

Then, the following day, we took a little jaunt to Rainbow Falls in Gorges State Park.

Dueling Cameras!
Hence the name, Rainbow Falls.
I know, I'm a genius.


And there you have it.  Cheers!

May the odds be ever in your favor.

p.s.  I'm Team Peeta, by the way : )