This was hands-down the best song on Phil’s running playlist and very appropriate for our day in the mountains. Now…a day later…fed, watered, slept, and even made it through a day at school, here’s my race report in pictures.
(We did the Banff Marathon – In case this hasn’t been at the very top of your list of very important things to remember.)
Started strong and not too fast. Felt good. Stopped to let Dad know I was thinking of him. And went trotting along for the first 10 or so km with not a care in the world. Cool. One-fourth done!!!
More important than the runners…look at the trees. The hills. The scenery. How many ways do you know to say “breath-taking”?
Were there issues? Absolutely. But not until about the 30 or maybe 35 km mark. Stomach troubles, enough said. Cramping calves. Poor old sore toes. The usual woes. Did I want to lie down by the side of the parkway and invite a bear to eat me? Yep. But we persisted. Walked when we had to. Tried not to moan.
Was there wildlife in the mountains? We saw a squirrel. Three deer. Another squirrel. And a prairie dog. (Maybe he was lost.) We did take a brief intermission about 10 km from the finish when park personnel made us wait at an aid station while they shooed a grizzly bear off the highway. We were happy to wait.
Of course the hardest part was the loops through town that made up the last 2 km. We would get close to the finish line, listen to the emcee, and run on by. Around and around and around. But..we persevered.
And lived to run another day.
See you on the trails, pals.