Are you ready for some pictures??!! Because you know me… my race weekend recaps usually contain more pictures than words, sooo… here we go!
James, AJ and I left a cold, wet Seattle on the morning of Friday, Dec 1, and touched down in warm, muggy San Antonio around 6 p.m. There is a two-hour time difference between Texas and Washington, which is kind of a big deal come race day. Getting up at 5 a.m. Texas time is equivalent to getting up at 3 our time. Painful.
Our first night there we left AJ to enjoy some peace and quiet in the hotel room (which is what he wanted) while James and I started to explore downtown San Antonio. Mostly, we walked the famous River Walk looking for someplace to eat. If you’re visiting S.A., definitely try to stay close to, if not on, the River Walk path. They have absolutely everything you need. We were mesmerized. With it being the holiday season, there were lights hanging from practically every tree, and the city was lit up in red and green (is this year ’round?). There were even carolers riding in the boats singing away.
The next day was reserved for the race expo and a river boat tour. Have you ever been to a Rock ‘N’ Roll race expo? They’re huge and so much fun. Here’s a bird’s eye view:
A couple of hours later, and after spending a small fortune at the expo, it was time to round up the child for lunch and the river boat tour (we don’t drag AJ through expos anymore; they’re quite boring for him). We settled on Mexican food for lunch. Okay… being born and raised in Arizona and eating Southwest Mexican food my entire life, I miss it greatly living in the Pacific Northwest. Needless to say, my taste buds were squealing with delight when the plate of rice and beans were placed in front of me! And I know what you’re thinking… Mexican food the day before a race!? Yeah baby! The key is to eat early.
As I mentioned before, it was an early start. We were meeting up with another Bib Rave Pro before the race for photos. Ta-Da! Meet Kolbe from Dallas.
I was in corral 16, and the following is what the start line looked like from way back there. If you notice, it was quite misty and overcast, for which I was thankful as it had been hot-hot-hot that weekend (80s) and I was slightly concerned. At least the clouds hid the intense sun.
I was about a mile into the race when the heavens decided to open up and bring forth a monsoonal type of rain. I’m used to the rain, so no big deal. I wear a visor to keep the rain out of my eyes, and I was thankful to be comfortable and not hot. The Streets of San Antonio, however, were not so forgiving. It poured down solid for at least 1/2-hour, hard and fast, which was just enough to flood the streets. I was jumping through puddles where the water came to my shins. Enter the reason why I lost two toenails. My socks never dried out, so my feet remained wet until I reached the finish line. My two little toes blistered so severely that it lifted the nails right off the nail bed. Funny enough, this has happened once before… both times I was wearing Balega socks. Is it the socks? Maybe. Or is it operator error as I know I have sensitive toes and forgot to tape them beforehand? Most likely. C’est la vie. I finished.
I loved this course. It was flat! What a great way to end the year… with a flat course!! Okay, there was one hill that stretched from mile 10 to mile 11, but what goes up, must come down, so it made for a fast finish. I also had zero fueling issues and zero GI issues. I ate 2 quick dissolve glucose tablets every 20 to 30 minutes to keep me going. I even had a shot of coffee out on the course at mile 7. Minus the painful feet, it was a fantastic time.
After a nice long nap, we had dinner with my high school friend, Mindy, whom I wrote a little bit about here. She just recently moved to San Antonio from Arizona to be with her boyfriend and loves it. We met them at Margaritaville down on the river (yes! more Mexican food!).
Monday was spent touring the Alamo and flying home.
When we left San Antonio, it was 85 deg F. When we landed in Seattle, it was around 36 deg F. Apparently two days later, it snowed in San Antonio. A fabulous weekend, but there’s no place like home.
If you haven’t already, go check out James’s post on the race itself and for all the finite details that I tend to miss. After being injured and flat on his back for a few months, he somehow managed to complete the half marathon. Muscle memory is a beautiful thing. Don’t ever get down on yourself for being injured because, if you have the drive within you, you WILL come back. In spades.
Happy running y’all!