It was a pretty fun weekend except for that nasty running bit.Caught the 8.30 over with Michael and D and we drove down from Nanaimo to Victoria because I haven't done that drive very much and it's infinitely more beautiful than the drive from here to catch the ferry in Tswassen. The ferry cost me about $9,000 and I'm glad I was wearing matching underwear.
Met up with L who was running her first marathon and we all took turns ribbing Michael for wearing his Boston jacket. I shouldn't poke fun: I was going to wear mine too except they're very light and I get cold easily so I brought my wool jacket. Anyways, Michael was kind of pissed as one might be when you tell them to
dress up for a costume party and they arrive to find they are the only ones wearing a costume.
dress up for a costume party and they arrive to find they are the only ones wearing a costume.Got to our hotel to find out that the start line was actually like, right off the driveway to the hotel. Sweet. If you've ever done races you may be familiar with the pre-race pee syndrome whereby you feel the need to pee one last time before you race. And so you get into these mammoth lineups for the horrid Portapotties, only to find you really had very little in your bladder and it was entirely psychological.
Picked up our packages. Went for a light run. Napped. Went for an awesome dinner at the Bard and Banker (we went there post-race last year) and slept the fitful sleep of the damned.
3 comments:
I used to have that same pre-pee thing just as I was about to get on stage to dance. If I didn't have the urge to pee then I knew something bad was going to happen, like fall off the stage or something.
LOL, that would be painful and embarassing. Competitive things are so mental, aren't they?
Very mental, and I'm not really a competitive person unless you'd count being very competitive with myself. T think I expect too much from myself. That's why I tend to get hurt these days, I can't do the things I used to do all the time really well. That's why I tell you, never stop what you're doing. If you don't use it you'll loose it. BTW.. I never fell off the stage, or anything embarrassing, other than breaking my big toe, and dancers just keep on going with broken parts like runners keep on running with blown knees and cramped legs and feet.
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