After navigating through downtown, circling the convention center no less than four times searching for a parking place, resigning ourselves to parking no less than 10 blocks away, I finally received my race packet. We then ventured out for an early pasta dinner at the Spaghetti Warehouse.
We (including Curious George) walked over Saturday night so I'd know what to expect in the morning. I tried to tell A. a smidge about The Alamo. I can't wait to submerge her in riveting Texas history when she's a tad older.
I enjoyed the race. It was well organized and the course was a good way to see different areas of San Antonio. There was a great turnout of support along the way which made it fun.
It was hot y'all! One should not get a slight sunburn in November. (Um Hmm, I did.) Thankfully, I wore my fuel belt and there was plenty of water and Gatorade along the course. I had hopes of improving my turtle time, but it was not to be. Oh well.
After the race my feet were talking to me. Loudly. I decided to give an ice bath a try. Yes, you read correctly, an ice bath. I tried it last season and couldn't stand it, so I followed a different strategy this time. I took a warm bath first, to relax my tired muscles and warm up. Then I drained the warm and added cold water. Scott dumped in several buckets of ice and brought me coffee (I guess he was feeling guilty about forgetting the pictures). While it WAS cold, it was much more bearable this time and my legs felt quite refreshed.
A little race bling.
I like the shirt and the medal. I do wish they'd given out finisher's shirts as well though (Houston has spoiled me). The little circle thing is my pace band I printed out. If you have a certain time goal to finish within, this tool will calculate your time for each mile. I've worn one in past races and it's really helped me focus on my goal. I soon realized I had been overly optimistic for this race once it warmed up. Not a PR, but another race finished. That's still a good thing.
Just 62 days until this! Oh my!