-Collect my own race package. Keep feet up, hydrate, eat right.
-Pack my own bag, lay out clothes, check that the sitter is coming at 6:30am, go to bed.
-Enjoy a hot shower, leisurely coffee, a well-planned breakfast, some stretching. Sneak off before kids wake up.
-Warm up, run in the sun, enjoy, wave, take pictures, laugh, etc.
-Admire pics taken by Robin of me running with my 2 best friends.
-Eat, sit in the sun, stretch, bask in the glow of our accomplishments.
-Return home to house full of kids being cared for and well fed by Pete and Kev, relax (sort of) for the rest of the day.
Whistler Half-Marathon 2013.
-Collect 7 race packages: mine, the husbands, the 3 kids and the neighbours.
-Pack kids snacks, pack kids bags, pack rain gear, pack bike gear, stay on my feet for as long as possible. Go for a walk.
-Roust crew at 6. Shove waffles down some throats, coax peanut butter sandwiches into others. Almost forget own breakfast. Load truck with bags, bikes and blankies. Slurp coffee.
-Meet neighbours for caravan to Whistler. There may or may not have been some yelling to “get in the truck already!”
-Meet sitter in parking lot. Kids explode out of the cars in 5 different directions. Have fun, babysitter lady. Realize that rather than teaching her their names, I should have just numbered the kids 1 through 5. Much simpler. Next year.
-Send of 10K-ers. Bye 10Kers! See you in about 2 hours.
-Almost forget bib. Where are my socks? Oops. No body glide. Oh well (and also – ow.) Don ridiculous but oh-so-comfy sleeves.
-Run with Maja, wave to crowds, take pictures, find self irresistibly amusing (see photo), suffer from 15K onwards. Stupid Nimby legs.
-Finish with a smile and head held high.
-Do not sit. Do not rest. Try to keep track of kids. Shovel grilled cheese into my mouth. Chase kids to start of 1K.
-Sprint across lawn during kids race (note to self: never, ever sprint after a ½ again).
-Squeal like a stuck pig cheering for off-spring.
-Feel nauseous. Head to skate park. Negotiations to go home ensue.
-Succumb to my inner tri-nerd, don compression tights, enjoy the best nap with Anja EVER.
What a difference a year makes.
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