Scott and I commemorated our 13 years of marriage yesterday (our anniversary was in June) by running 13.1 miles. Except not really together, because he runs much faster than I do. And there were approximately 18,000 other people running around us. Well, go big or go home, right?
I told him to run his own race and not to worry about staying near me. He could have started with the first wave, with the faster runners, but he kept saying he was going to stay with me.
We waited at the start with my sweet friend Heather (Isn't she cute? Her hubs was running his first half too.) and a few other running buddies.
A group of Elvis impersonators (or maybe one of them was real?) greeted us on the overpass. Definitely picture worthy. Should I refer to them as Elvi since there were more than one?
Yep. I so knew he was going to do that.
That was our planned meeting point after the finish. So he was basically telling me, "See ya, slowpoke." That's okay though.
After the crowds thinned out I caught up with Heather, Catherine and other running buds. Heather and I managed to stay together for the rest of the race and that made it a LOT of fun. I hope I didn't hold her back, because her other buds were going a bit faster.
Around mile 5 I had to document something else that gave me pause.
The rest of the race was a pattern of 5-1 intervals, sometimes 4-2, cheering each mile as we reached it. There were tons of spectators, bands (even one-man), signs and applause. There is something so motivating to hear strangers call out your name (this year our bibs had our names printed much larger) and cheer you on.