10/07/2018 7.97 miles*/12.83 kilometers
Sunday was not my day
YTD: 967.70 miles
17 days in a row
532.30 miles left
87 days left
6.12 miles per day
Did some shopping with my family on Saturday; my son is trying to impersonate the mannequin while my daughter is just ... sitting on it?
Later on I met up with @coffeeandmuscles, @runsforredvelvet, @excelwithpassion, @breatherunlive, @lindsaydoeslife, and @z-is-existing for some passable mexican food and good times (and drinks) at Alarmist Brewing. I kept to the cider since beer tends to have gluten, but once I saw these Haunted Ghost Pepper chips I had to buy a bag. At first they weren’t too hot, but after eating several the heat really built up.
Then comes Sunday morning. I woke up nearly on time, took care of the necessaries, and got a text from Carlo that they were running early (Greg offered to give me a ride to the marathon along with Carlo). Oops!
Perhaps I wasn’t thinking particularly clearly, but I decided to skip bringing house keys.
Narrator: This turned out to be a mistake.
We parked Greg’s car and walked to Carlo’s office and took care of some last minute preparations. Walked over to the start and waited. And waited.
Finally the race starts, and I stayed with Carlo and Greg for what my watch reported as about 2-3 miles, but I told them I’d have to slow down. Which I had been planning to do anyhow - so no big thing.
I kept on until around mile 4-5 I saw spotted @sequoiaman1968 on the side of the course so I had to stop and introduce myself since I hadn’t yet met him.
I was feeling gradually worse (I had a pretty taxing taekwondo class on Saturday, and I didn’t go into my Saturday evening festivities thinking I had to do anything particularly special the next day) so I took some more walk breaks, and finally decided to pull myself off the course once I got to Belmont.
I had told my wife there was now zero chance of me making my way back south and that I’d likely just hop an Uber home - I knew this was a possibility so I made sure I didn’t need to use gear drop. What I didn’t expect was that I’d peter out so far in advance of my kids - it turns out I got home before they did, and I didn’t have my keys.
My neighbor has a spare set of keys, and she normally has a hiding spot for a key to her house, so I planned on finding her key, going into her house and finding the key to my house, and then going inside to strip off my wet clothes and warm up. Well, I couldn’t find her spare key, so I just opened up my garage (via keypad) and huddled in there until my wife got home.
I was pretty miserable. Bone deep cold, sore legs from taekwondo and some portion of the marathon course, wet, shivering, gatorade not sitting well in my stomach ... I pretty much crashed out on the couch the rest of the day.
* Garmin giveth, and Garmin taketh away. The actual mileage was closer to 7 by the point where I pulled myself off the course, but thanks to the poor GPS tracking through the city it counted extra mileage.
