This morning I got up at 4:30am and got ready and packed up; we left at 5:30am and went straight to the airport afterwards so we had to have everything packed.
We arrived at the shuttle area at the Savannah Mall at 6am and waited about 20 minutes for a shuttle, but the lines were growing longer and longer by the minute. If we had arrived any later, I would have been really nervous.
As we left on the shuttle towards the start, you could see about a mile backup of cars on the road.
The shuttle took 40 minutes so we arrived at the start a few minutes after 7. I’m not sure how people on later shuttles (they ran until 7am) made it to the start on time, but this was one race I was really glad we gave ourselves enough time.
Why hello, you sexy bathrobe. I’ll see you tomorrow too.
Nevertheless, the race started right on time at 7:30. It was pretty chilly at the start and for the first few miles too. I wouldn’t have punched the person giving me gloves and a hat, but I wouldn’t have kissed them either since it wasn’t that bad.
So I had only had a half cup of coffee all morning unfortunately which meant I hadn’t “done the deed”. I knew before the race even started that I would be pulling over and having some alone time with a porta potty. I’ve never had this problem before but I’ve never drunk that little coffee before a race either.
Anyways, we start and I settle into 8:15-8:20 min/miles. I passed the 10k at 58:xx and felt fine except for the fact that I needed to go to the bathroom. You know how much fun it is to run with your cheeks clenched for more than an hour?! yeah, that fun.
I took my first gel at mile 8:75 and at 9 I started praying for a toilet to appear. Finally right before mile 10 I saw some and sprinted over and did my thing. This is my happy post-porta face:
I feel so much lighter! and unclenched!
Miles 14-18 were great miles: I felt good, had energy, was just cruisin’. I took my third gel at 18 and tried to keep the pace right under 8 min/miles.
I passed the 20 mile mark in 2:41 and figured that if I really picked it up, I could slide in under 3:30. Miles 22-24.5 were really boring: we ran on a freeway/highway and we faced a headwind the whole time.
The course is almost all flat and a large portion even felt downhill, but those couple miles with the wind were tough. I was really running hard from about 18 on, and with each mile I knew I was making tomorrow even tougher, but I couldn’t let myself slow down and not give it a good effort.
I took my 4th and final gel at mile 22 in the wind and struggled it out. Besides the wind for those couple miles, the weather was great – cold at the start but nice and cool the rest of the time.
The forecast called for mid-50s with wind, greasy face and extra nostril.
I was so done when the I hit the finish line – I finished in 3:29:30 (garmin time, official results aren’t out yet) but I really had to run hard to get that. I went into the race wanting to run about a 3:30 but not wanting to put that much effort in; I had wanted to save it for tomorrow. ooooops.
I grabbed some water, bananas, and Snickers energy bars and headed for a shuttle bus to meet my husband at the car. Like that would be easy.
Following the hectic theme that seemed to perfectly describe our entire time in Savannah, there was a 100 mile long line to get on the Mall shuttles. I couldn’t believe it and started worrying that I wouldn’t even make my flight!
But I improvised and jumped on an airport hotel shuttle with no line and had my husband meet me at the hotel drop off; I later found out that those shuttles had cost participants $22 for a shuttle armband. what?! No one asked me if I had one so I guess I lucked out.
I’ll save it all for the race review, but I was very unimpressed with the whole event – the worst Rock ‘n’ Roll race I’ve been a part of. I know it’s an inaugural event so I don’t want to be too harsh, but we both said we doubt we’d ever come to this race again. but that’s really because they only have 1 Chili’s. How are we supposed to get our El Presidente on with only 1 location?!
Oh well, #21 is in the books. On to NYC…