Girls stayed with Nana and Papa, so it felt a little weird to not be hurrying to just miss him at the finish line. A new vantage point for me.
I got to Lakewood in time to see the first runner make the westside turn. 1. Those front runners are wiry little bastards. 2. Half of the non-front runners already looked miserable. Granted, some of those people were only half-marathoners, so they were halfway done, and perhaps halfway to an aid station. I will never understand enjoying something that brings you so much pain. (Except how much I love boybands even though I know they always break up.)
My co-worker Gregg ran by with the 3:10 pace group, smile on his face and waving at me before I even realized it was him. Same guy who told me that after he finished the year before, all his muscles seized up and he was paralyzed for a few minutes. Yeah, sign me up.
Scott ran by with the 3:20 pace group, so after that I was off to Burger King for a Diet Coke and a sausage, egg, and cheese sandwich. Yummy.
Downtown, was not quite so mellow. By the time I got down there, parked and walked the couple blocks, those half-ers were finishing so the crowd was pretty thick. I read a book for a little while and watched the winner of the full marathon come in around 2 hours and 20 minutes.
Other things I could do in 2 hours and 20 minutes.
1. Watch a movie.
2. Read Jen Lancaster's new book...if I had it in my possession...which I do not...life is cruel.
I can't even think of anything else I would like to do for 2 hours and 20 minutes except nap.
Along the way, I saw this guy
This is a dad I can get behind. Willing to paint his daughters toenails, while watching a marathon.
But I also saw this guy.
He still had his 10K bib pinned to his shorts, and I caught him doing hacky-sac for a while before the runners started coming in (what is it 1995?). He is obviously too cool for school and is hopefully not breeding.
Scott came in at the blistering 3:20 pace! And I'm not being sarcastic. That's actually really good. Especially for a first time. Now, if could get him to sit still and relax for that long. That would be INSANE.
Gregg came in about 15 minutes later, but then made the fatal flaw of introducing me to his parents as "my boss" which made me feel really old and therefore he is on my shit-list, so I'm not posting his picture.
I now have about 5 hours before my parents start calling and wondering when I'm going to pick up my children. So I can either run a couple marathons....