Fun Fact: When I play a computer game (and I'm not saying I play games often, because I don't) and win, I start over again with a new user name solely to beat my high score.
I think I was in Victoria for a total of 33 hours. That includes sleeping time, getting what I needed for my run time, and race activity time. The other twelve-ish hours were spent seeing my brother and his family, my Auntie Susan, and my 94 year old grandma. It had been over a year since I'd seen my brother. It had been way over 2 since seeing my aunt and grandma. I miss them all.
I will just start by saying that I LOVE this run. The Victoria Marathon, or half marathon in my case, was so well organized. It's a Boston Marathon qualifier. There were past Olympians, Olympic hopefuls, world class triathletes, a retired NHL hockey players, Kenyans, and slobs like me. It was awesome!!!
Who wouldn't find a good omen in opening your front door in the darkness of the morning to see a family of three deer standing on the front lawn. They just looked at me and peacefully walked across the street and watched me from the corner as I got into the car. I couldn't imagine a nicer way to start my day.
Us slow pokes cheered on the winners who were in the home stretch when we were barely past 8K. At 14K we cheered on the marathoners and caught a glimpse of the Kenyan runner who won by 12 minutes and had won the Montreal Marathon just two weeks earlier.
At 15K I got those darned butt cramps again. I pulled over to stretch. I kept on running. By 18K I started to feel like my end was near and I was so close. I found a familiar face. I stopped to take a picture. Shannon, you were the best police officer on duty along the race route. You clapped and cheered us all on. Seeing her was enough to keep me going to the end.
I crossed the finish line. I got my medal. I got my chocolate milk. Prayers work. I did not hobble and haven't since. It's like my ankle was never hurt.
I love to run. I hate to run. But I mostly love it. It is my therapist. I've watched video of me crossing the finish line. I look like I gained 20 pounds and I certainly don't look like some of these fresh daisies that finish looking the same as they did 13.1 miles earlier. But I clean up well.
I'll have to run Victoria again. I'll use the same name, but you know my only goal will be to beat my high score.
I always have to beat my high score.