Each morning I lie in bed and listen to the song “Love Like a Sunset Parts 1-2″ by Phoenix and visualize myself running the Royal Victoria Marathon next Sunday Oct. 11, crossing the finish line, hugging my daughter. Because If I were to make a video of my marathon, this would be the soundtrack.
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I think I’m going to need some help on race day. So here’s the roll-out, portions in red are where I need friends to “crew” me in the race:
7:30 – I start walking from my place to the start line at the Parliament building. Depending on the weather, I’m in layers: pants over shorts, sweater and garbage bag over run gear, run mittens over glove liners. Hat, sunglasses (if I need them), hydro belt with gels inside. I’ll be nervous, and when I’m nervous I shiver, hence the garbage bag and extra sweater. Besides it might rain.
7:50 I get to the start line and go to the biffy. Again.
8:00 I meet up with my run buddies somewhere near the start. and we go line up near the back of the marathoners.
8:25 I hand extra layers to a friend at the start line. I may visit the biffy again, but the line-up will probably be long.
8:30 Start gun. I may be in the biffy, but that’s ok because I’m wearing a timing chip on my shoe that doesn’t start my run time until I cross the sensor pads at the start line.
8:30 – 1:00 – I’m running 42.2 km. The race map is here, as well as details about road closures in downtown Victoria that day. I will need cheerleaders especially at the last half and three quarters of the race. Halfway is on Beach Drive just before Uplands Park/Cattle Point, but the turnaround is farther on, at Exeter.
My daughter will be at Cowichan near Richardson at the 13 and 34 km marks, and then she’ll be making her way to the finish line. I can stash extra layers with her if I need to (or grab an extra one.)
Good cheering points: anywhere along Dallas Road, Oliver (Rena, my boss lives on Oliver-31 km point-and I will stash an extra gel or two with with her), Mitchell & Oak Bay intersection, Hollywood and Dallas on the way back.
The 30 – 40 km will probably be the toughest. When I reach 40 km or so with the finish line 2.2 kms away, I’ll know I’ve made it even if I have to hobble. But that’s not going to happen, I am finishing strong. I think I am probably going to cry when I cross it, but that might not be the case – when I was pregnant with my daughter, my last baby (a difficult, high-risk pregnancy after losing Sarah) – I visualized myself giving birth to a healthy baby and I always cried with relief. But then when she was born I didn’t, I was just tired and ecstatic. When I had my dream about running with Sarah 17 years ago (that story is here) I was calm and serene.
So all bets are off. I just know that I’m ready and I’m going to finish at about 1 pm. I might cry, I might laugh, I might puke, my daughter might let me give her a hug (she usually doesn’t when I’m all sweaty from a long run).
Then I’m going to go home and have a long bath and I’m going to need someone to invite me over for a huge meal.
Then the next day is Thanksgiving and I’d really like someone to invite me over for a large dinner.
Because this year I’m not cooking the bird.