First, Let me say Emergency rooms are no fun! Especially when you have a face that is as red as a tomato! At first I thought it was the sun...but the doctors said it was a chronic genetic disease handed down from my ancestors....I wonder which side? Oh wait... This is supposed to be about the marathon. I should probably start at the beginning and save the good stuff about me for later.
After another sleepless night, Cheryl rolled me out of bed earlier that I thought socially acceptable. We showered, shaved, and suited up... Ready for action!
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| Cheryl waves from the window |
Cheryl's plan was to arrive earlier than last year so she could safely pee in the woods to avoid the long lines in front of the Pot-A-Johns. I walked her to the bus; shook her hand; and pushed her up the steps. Having her fully trapped on the vehicle, I was now free to go back to the car and sleep the remaining 2 hours before the race officially started.
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| Beware of Rollers! |
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| cool Bike, man! |
I set up at the same places as before: Knife river at the five mile mark. I waited forever taking random shots of the Rollers...and then the Elites as they cruised by. I waited for Cheryl only to fail to capture her in a decent picture when she finally arrived. Just like last year.
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| Elites....So fast they'e already past me! |
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| Prefontaine Brothers |
I should point out the three Prefontaine brothers. Local Celebrity impersonators who Cheryl ran with for a considerable distance. In fact, I think she was behind them mere moments after this shot was taken! (Yeah Camera!)
I blame the new camera and it's inability to take snap shots the same way the old one did. It was too bad because I had a really great opportunity this year. She found me and was clearly visible as we exchanged passing glances, before disappearing into the distance....
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| Mergansers! Female and Male! |
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| Awesome Flight Photo. |
But before I waste too much time lamenting on the shots I missed. I should focus on the ones I captured...
Like these mated pair of Mergansers! Check out how the males head is that awesome metallic green/blue.
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| Canada's INVADING? Fetch me my Hoofa! |
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| Female runners are sexy! |
Back to the race! I should point out that the starting temp for this race was 68 degrees and continued to rise until the end. That being said, I was impressed when Cheryl skipped along at mile 13 at the projected time.... on schedule. I was also shocked that she took a sip of the diet coke that I offered her.
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| Especially This one! |
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| There she goes! |
Granted, the heat melted the ice by the time she arrived and the entire beverage had warmed to a nicely tepid temperature..... Great for Coffee or tea...bad for Diet Coke! However, She was impressed with the thought and gesture... and noted that we may have to work out a better strategy for the next marathon. She waved goodbye after spitting out the sample and throwing the beverage back at me. Bye Cheryl! See you at the bridge!
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| Me...On the bridge....baking. |
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| Cheryl arrives into View! |
I raced ahead of her and camped out on the highway overpass. I waited...and waited....and waited...
Hmm. The sun was getting hotter and I could hear this "fried egg sizzle" on my head... I put my hand and felt around on my bald spot several times, but found that there was nothing there. Perhaps it was someone else behind me.
There was this moment when I thought that the sun might actually get to me instead of Cheryl. I noticed several of the of the Marathoners having bright red "tans" on their exposed flesh, but thought nothing of my hat-less, lotion-less body. I was Certain Cheryl would arrive well before the sun would damage any part of me.
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| The heat makes things...Hot. |
As the 3:45 pacer crawled by, I noticed that several dozen people were walking the last mile in. Hmm....Maybe the heat was getting to people. Fearing I may miss her before the final turn towards the finish, I ran down the hill to last years spot.
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| And...kinda slow. |
It was a good thing too...because she was rounding the bend the moment I looked up! I was expecting her to be totally spent and exhausted....down-trodden and depressed that she had not bettered her previous time. And she was most of those things....
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| Off to the finish! |
Except the depressed part. She was actually in an almost giddy mood. At first I thought the sun had fried both of our brains, but alas... she had what psychologist call a "break through!"
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| Was the shoe always this color? |
She discovered that a marathon....even in blazing sun and hot humid temperatures, can still be "fun" if you walk a bit and enjoy the free fruit, lawn sprinklers, and music that the race has to offer. Sure, you may lose 8.24 minutes off of your previous record....but you finish the race with high hopes and spirits! Imagine that!
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| Another scar for the Marathoner! |
And then the FUN began. First: Cheryl informed me that she was a little scared to look at her foot. Hmmm...I wonder what that dark red stain is on the toe area? Our imaginations ran wild....Severed toes? Missing nails? Bloody Stumps!!!!
Na, Just a couple of blisters. Hardly a life threatening wound. I thought about photo-shopping a cool frostbitten foot, but could not make the program do what I wanted. Cheryl plans on showing it off as a new
battle scar from her life as a
Marathoner! Some people wading in the water had fared far worse. One guy was definitely going to lose a couple of toenails.....Yoeow! (shudder)
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| 40th anniversary Medal |
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| 40th Anniversary Medal |
We both drank semi-cold root beer and ate strawberies. Cheryl showed off her finishers Metal,
Her finishers Shirt.
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| Ice water helps numb the pain.... |
And headed to the beach. The water was too cold last time, but in the 90 degree sun and heat, Lake Superior was the perfect form of frigid for one's feet and aching joints. Many people joined in on the "ice water finisher's wade" to celebrate their victory over the heat.
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| On the bridge! |
With all the energy she had
not expended... Cheryl wanted to cross the bridge and pose with her finishers medal.
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| With the bridge... |
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| Time to make it more permanent. |
We decided to make the 26.2 sticker permanent on Subie this year. The last one was a magnet and it had been blown off several times before being lost completely at some car wash. Cheryl decided that 26.2 would now officially be a part of Subie's identity forever. And thus....a permanent temporary sticker.
So lets find out just how bad Cheryl really did..shall we?
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| Try getting THAT off carwash! |
Having walked the hills and ate the fresh strawberries, Cheryl was feeling that a new Marathon PR was out of the question. I reminded her that many people in front of her were walking and that the heat was effecting everyone universally. As the official results have now been posted... She discovered that I was, in fact, correct! ( imagine that!) And she actually did better under the circumstances, than she had last year. Let's crunch some numbers!
LAST YEAR THIS YEAR
Total Time 3:45:53 Total Time 3:54:07
Average Pace: 8:38 Average Pace 8:57
Age Group Place 71 out of 322 54 out of 565 ( age 40-44 female)
Overall place ( Male&Female) 1944 out of 6077 1470 out of 7521
Gender place 531 out of 2640 434 out of 3741 Total Females!
So... despite her competition increasing, she actually rose in the ranks! And we discovered a new variable to take into account when trying for a new PR...HEAT! Last time it was wind; Before that it was terrain. So on hilly courses with wind and heat...don't expect to beat your previous record...just expect to do better than everyone else under those conditions.
And now for the best part....ME! You see...I'm the HERO of this story. How? I have been trying to get Cheryl's mind off of her fears of a bad race performance for the entire duration. I said things like "It may be hot." and "Try to have fun instead of killing yourself for a new Personal best!"
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| Sometimes ...we sound coherent. |
Each time, I was waved away as a mentally challenged relative. She forgets that
occasionally demented Grandparents and idiot husbands actually get the time right with their
broken watches.
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| Call me "Special Man!" |
In the end, I managed to turn Cheryl's
race anxiety into
excitement for her next marathon! No small feat! I would like to point out my
superior knowledge of the subject of running, human psyche, weather, solar flares, goldfish, and all things cats and dogs that gave me the background to solve this tender issue. So pin a cape on me and call me "
Special"! ( Or is it super? Either one I guess)
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| I look like Barbie? Only with less hair. |
AND.... I got a lovely sunburn to show off my dedication for the team. The strap from the camera formed a perfect line next to the collar of my shirt. Making me look like I have a red mustache on the back of my neck! Now that is LOVE and dedication! Oh! And my head and face look like a beet. Minus the area of my sunglasses. Remember Julia Sweeney in Coneheads? Kind alike that. I was kidding about the emergency room. But not about the genetic material that makes me cranky. Those Germans....
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| Me after a long day of Hero-ing |
With my new Rosy disposition... and color... I will now take the remainder of the day off and try to stay out of the sun for the majority of it. Cheryl now looks forward to the Red White and Boom race in the twin cities coming up on the 4th of July. I'll blog more tomorrow about our return trip. Uneventful...but with cute pictures of the Franklin Ground Squirrel. For now....Time to smear some goo on my face and hide in the darkness.
First, Let me say Emergency rooms are no fun! Especially when you have a face that is as red as a tomato! At first I thought it was the sun...but the doctors said it was a chronic genetic disease handed down from my ancestors....I wonder which side? Oh wait... This is supposed to be about the marathon. I should probably start at the beginning and save the good stuff about me for later.
After another sleepless night, Cheryl rolled me out of bed earlier that I thought socially acceptable. We showered, shaved, and suited up... Ready for action! 
Cheryl's plan was to arrive earlier than last year so she could safely pee in the woods to avoid the long lines in front of the Pot-A-Johns. I walked her to the bus; shook her hand; and pushed her up the steps. Having her fully trapped on the vehicle, I was now free to go back to the car and sleep the remaining 2 hours before the race officially started.
Hmm. The sun was getting hotter and I could hear this "fried egg sizzle" on my head... I put my hand and felt around on my bald spot several times, but found that there was nothing there. Perhaps it was someone else behind me. 
