Oh, what a weekend...
For those of you who were paying attention (and it basically affected everyone on the Eastern Seaboard), there was a hurricane in the Atlantic last month - Hurricane Matthew. He formed at the end of September and hammered the Caribbean and US for 11 days. Matthew only made one landfall in the US, but the effects were still felt in many, many places.
In St. Augustine, there was a lot of wind damage, as well as 2.5 feet of storm surge.
|Walkway to the large cross|
|Median Sign in St. Augustine Beach|
|Waves and Wind Battering the Bridge of Lions|
As the weeks went by, I didn't hear anything from the race director, so I figured the race was still on and everything was fine.
We drove down the day before, after hubby had gotten off of work. The Kiddo decided not to join us (and the mom in me was slightly freaking out, since it was the first time we've left her totally alone at home... yeah, she's 18, but still!).
We drove around behind the field and I scored a parking spot in a nearby neighborhood. I left Hubby in the car while I walked maybe a quarter-mile to packet pick up. Easy and free!
|We parked on Sevilla Street|
I've never been impressed with the "Expo" these guys do. You'd think for being run by Miami Tri Events, it would be a bigger production... We got there around 4:30 (as we usually do), so maybe that's why, but there's never more than a handful of tents. This time around there was the packet pickup tent and one other tent for random clothes. I don't even know who the vendor was.
Also, the actual packet, while organized, is not worth writing home about. You get a 9x12 envelope that has your bib and your pins, as well as a glossy cardstock map of the race route. You also get your shirt. But that was all you got! No bag, no backpack, nothing else! I've run 5ks that have better swag!
|Packet contains maps, bib and pins|
|Map and Info for all three races|
|Unisex Race Tee (it fits!)|
|Not totally see-through, but very close|
|With flash, to show just HOW YELLOW it really is!|
After a very enjoyable break, hubby and I got back in the car and headed to dinner. Fancy? Nah! We've found that the best seafood in all of St. Augustine resides at a local mom-and-pop joint called Schooner's Seafood House. It's cheap and delicious, and the shrimp are fabulous! Hubby got chicken fingers (we're so fancy) while I got a dozen fried shrimp. Two meals and a soda came out to $30 with tax and tip.
|Eat where the old folks eat - they know good, inexpensive food!|
|12 Shrimp (butterflied), fries and hush puppies (comes with salad)|
|Chicken fingers, fries and Texas Toast|
Back at the hotel, I laid out all my gear so I could grab it in the morning, then hit the sack.
Sunday morning dawned with great weather and a beautiful sunrise. the low was about 53º and only got up to the mid-60s.
After parking at the Visitor Center Parking Lot (free as long as you got there before 7am, and you could stay parked all day after the race if you wanted to be a tourist), we headed over towards A1A, where the start line should have been... As we got around the Visitor Center building, I saw a large mass of people and realized that they'd moved the start line much closer to the Castillo than it had been previously.
I turned to hubby and said "Yup, I'm gonna be last." I was actually trying to psych myself up for being last, because I was actually rally ticked off that I'd never heard anything from Miami Tri about deferring or switching races, or that the race might not even have been held today!!! Seriously, Race Director man said he wasn't even sure the week before the race if the race was going to be run or not!
I had hubby take my photo before I headed to the (really uncrowded) start line.
|I look thrilled|
|The crowd in front of me...|
|... and the crowd behind me|
|Ah, okay... I get it now... flooding!|
|So. Much. Flooding!|
|I don't think I've ever taken a bad BoL photo!|
|Great photo from Chessie Photo|
|Sign down, sign DOWN!|
|First water stop|
|I just wanna splash!|
|See you in 10 miles, Lighthouse!|
|Mile 2, in front of Gatorland|
|St. Augustine Amphitheater on the left|
|Best. Fuel. Ever.|
|Hey, don't make fun of me!|
|Oh nothin', just a fat chick walking down A1A|
|Hello people! I'm so lonely over here...|
|Almost 1/3 done|
|Up and Over!|
|Feelin' good on the downside|
|I always feel bad for water stops that have a pottie this close to them...|
|There are absolutely NO runners to be seen in front of me|
|1:42:57 - that's actually a good time for me!|
What is that in the distance?
In the (bad) photo below, if you look near the 3rd light pole, you see two orange blobs?
THOSE ARE PEOPLE!!!!!
I'm NOT LAST!!!!
|They're tiny, but I see PEOPLE!|
Since it was Mile 6, time for a goo. Clif Shot Vanilla tastes like really slimy frosting. It's the least offensive of the Clifs for me.
|Take it with water and shoot it like a pill|
Off the bridge, I'm officially more than halfway done, and at Mile 7.
|Making my way towards Anastasia|
|I wore my headphones like this for the rest of the race|
|Thank you, Water Stop Volunteers!|
|I think they just want to be done|
Mile 8 brings us to some woodsy neighborhoods on the way to Anastasia State Park.
|Nope, nobody up there|
|What the hell is going on???|
At this point, I was a woman on a mission... I will pass them, and I will beat them.
|I am now officially last|
I didn't catch up with them by Mile 9, but I could see them up there. Cheaters.
|Mile 9. I'm still last.|
|Don't make fun of me... I know I'm slow!|
|Fuck this race - let's go kayaking!|
|No longer last!|
|I can see the bay, I'm close to the bridge|
|Only 2.1 to go!!!|
|Walk of Shame|
|But it's RIGHT THERE! I just need to cross the bay and get to the finish line!|
Um, why are the lights flashing?
Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me!!!!
|No... please, just no!|
|You think I can jump it?|
We were stuck up here for over 10 minutes. I heard from hubby later (who was tracking me with a great app called Glympse) that he had no idea why I'd stopped - he was scared I fell off the bridge, or hurt myself or got hit by a car or something! I had to laugh about the 'fall off the bridge' part, given my weird thoughts at Mile 6!
Finally - finally! - they lowered the bridge and I could get to the finish line. Cone Truck Man told me to stay on the sidewalks until I got near the turn. I had to actually cross traffic with no help to get to the final finish area.
The approach to the finish line is a little side street that runs next to the Parking Garage. And it wasn't closed to traffic. So I had to dodge cars, on a road with no sidewalk on the right side of the road, who had no idea why I was walking on the road... Not good, guys.
|I can hear the finish line|
|I always look like "heeeeeeyyyy" when I come across the finish line|
|I did it! I did it!|
|Back that shit up|
|Thank you for taking care of me, Truck Guy|
|I like these, but I never print them|
Once I changed into my flops and got some water in me, we went back to the car so that I could change clothes, then we headed to lunch.
We ate lunch at Harry's Seafood Bar and Grill, right on A1A. As always, I got shrimp and Hubby got chicken fingers.
|These are good shrimp, but they aren't Schooner's shrimp!|
*Okay, for your eagle-eyed folks, did you see the asterisk up there when I was talking about "Grown Up Stuff"? Yeah...
I was driving to work on when I realized something... I'd run out of birth control pills, so when GUS happened, there was no protection... Am I destined to become a Pole Vaulter?
(For those of you who are not HIMYM fans, this is code for being a mother, or having a baby).
So far, I don't think pole vaulting is in my future, but I'm still not sure... lady things should be happening, but they aren't... not really... but they are, kinda. I have refilled my pills, but I'm kind of hesitant to take them... what if I AM pregnant... will they hurt the baby? Sigh... I should take a pregnancy test...
I gave up and got a pregnancy test. If it's to be believed, I'm not a pole vaulter. Also, I started taking my pills again, just to be on the safe side. Dr. Google said that it is not much of an issue, although, if I do see some uterine action, I'll stop with the pills.
Annual Girl Time Fun Time with my gyno. The official word is - no pole vaulting in my future.