Really, people, this race now embraces every reason why I've previously shunned all non-local races.
The logistics for getting my body from my sister's house in Seattle to the race start in Tukwila on race day will take no less than the following:
- Getting up in the fours
- Walking in my running clothes in the dark of night through city streets
- Taking a city bus
- Taking a shuttle
- Navigating neighborhoods in which I have never been
- Making use of the Gear Bag Drop Zone so I don't have to carry/wear my pre-run hoodie
People, I put less effort into planning my wedding day than I'll have to put into getting myself to the starting line of this race. And to compare logistics to my previous half-marathons, logistics for getting my body to the race start in San Jose has included no less than the following:
- Get up in the sevens for an 8am race start
- Park 1/4 mile from my corral
- Leave all my non-essentials with Bubba and/or the dog (she carries her backpack to races)
- See you in a few hours!
And that, to me, seems retarded.
I kinda wonder if by the time I actually get to the race and am standing in my corral whether I'll even have the mental stability to put one foot in front of the other to run 13.1 miles back to Seattle.
It's possible that I won't. It's possible that I will have to call my sister and beg her to drive to Tukwila to pick up my bewildered ass. It's possible that I will cry or scream in the face of strangers. It's also possible that my allergies are making me dramatic and the thought of running 13.1 miles anywhere right now sounds positively impossible.
I guess I'm just not trying to think about the honest answer to the question that ran through my head during my final long training run and that was, "What sense does it make to fly, bus, shuttle and walk across two states just so that you can run 13.1 miles?"
Because running is, like SO fun and everything that, by all means, we should create intricate travel plans just so we can go take part in this Super Fun activity in another town. Uh huh.
Right now, I'm settling for the answer, "Friend and family visits also happen in Seattle, so it's not like you're just going to run. Because that would be silly."
And I'm right, that would be silly. If by "silly" I mean "insane". Which I do.
So, if you're running this race and, say, live in Seattle and have some nuggets of inspiration or suggestions about how I might torture myself less just getting to the fucking race start, please, say something.
Otherwise, you can all assume I'm working through my Taper while calculating bus routes and waking hours with a look of sincere concern on my face.
Hey, at least I'm not worrying about the hills now. As much.