Finally,I am back in Seattle, with only 2 days to go until the marathon. Despite the building stir crazy, I find that this is one of the most rewarding times in racing. Training is all done. My mind and body are ready to rock and roll. All I have to focus on is eating. As soon as I get done with the race, I am back to zero mentally and already looking toward the next goal. Right now, I am satisfied. It is not something I get to say often.
From the race standpoint, everything is looking ready to go. I got in a 15 minute stretch run yesterday and I had a hard time keeping my legs over race pace. No pain, no excessive sluggishness; everything just felt perfect. Today, I also checked off one of the most important victories when it comes to racing: I successfully picked up my race packet without spending a penny at the race expo. I’ll be honest, my entourage or four kids made it easy to skip the 50% Brooks clothes bin, but I’ll still pat myself on the back. Today, I got the mandatory shopping routine in with the wife and tomorrow I will be chilling in the hotel room all day with the kids. So, barring some epic disaster involving Godzilla, an eruption of Mt. Rainier, or a tsunami, I’ll be running a marathon on Sunday. Official goal is sub 3:45. Will see how things pan out. I am feeling optimistic.
Race day weather wise, the outlook is dreary. The title of this post is apt as an epic storm is about to roll into the Northwest. There is 90% chance of rain on race day, followed by plummeting temperatures. But I figure, if it sucks for me, it sucks for everyone. And hey, it wouldn’t be a Seattle marathon without rain right?
As for vacation, no matter what comes Sunday, this trip has been an epic win already. Somehow, likely due to some divine intervention, my family got out on the road on schedule Thanksgiving day. As I expected, there was hardly a single car on the road. On top of that, the little ones tolerated the five hour drive to Moses Lake with barely a cry and zero puke. To boot, the 13 month old went down without a single wail in the hotel room.
Today was even better as we safely navigated through the worst driving fog I have seen in a while. I’m not kidding; there were times I couldn’t see more than 20 feet ahead of me as we crossed through the Columbia River Gorge. We even saw two cars upside down on the road. After three hours we made it to Seattle, again sans puke. And to top the whole transition off, my mad hotel skills again triumphed by securing a dirt cheap, ginormous suite, with its own conference room. Currently, it is doubling as a nursery and a dining room. WIN.
Okay folks. Next posts should be my race report. I just want to say thanks for all the people who have helped me along the way as always, and all my virtual supporters out there. I’ll be thinking about all of you as I click the miles off on Sunday. Have a great weekend!