Remember last week? Remember how I said “From here on out, I plan to finish the race plan as written?” How innocent we all were, back then.
First, the good news. Saturday’s long run was pretty good, with a few exceptions. It was a foggy morning so I took to the high school track, because I don’t trust drivers in dense fog on the sidewalk-less route I take for my long runs. Plus, the track is flat.
I was maybe three miles in when small, helmeted bodies were suddenly underfoot, having snuck up on me through the lingering haze. Then the bleachers were full of cheering people. And, then, a modified football game broke out around me…
This race report is written by Kelly Pollock, a mom of two from Chapel Hill, N.C., who is Dimity’s “cadet” in the Saucony 26Strong program. Next month, Kelly will be taking on her first 26.2, the Philadelphia Marathon, with Dimity by her side. Kelly ran the Rock ‘N’ Roll Montreal Half-Marathon last weekend as a lead-up to Philly. Next Thursday, Sarah’s cadet, Alison Pellicci, will report on the half-marathon she’s running this weekend, Grete’s Great Gallop in NYC.
My husband, Mike, and I headed up to Montreal, a gorgeous city with an “old-world,” European feel, without our kids, which is a big deal for us…
I seriously value comfort.
Take, for example, our recent relay race: I was set to run more than a marathon (26.3 miles, to be precise) over the course of three race segments. When I was running, I would be sporting my beloved Saucony Guides. But when I was in “off” mode, I knew I had to treat my feet equally right. My solution? Dansko Professional clogs.
The contoured midsole lets my high-arched, rigid foot relax, while the wide toebox provides welcome space for my toes to spread. The polyurethane (PU) sole absorbs shock, while the 2″ heel gives my sometimes-tight Achilles relief. (Plus, I get closer in height to my tall AMR “sister,” Dimity!) I basically live in these Dansko clogs with jeans or cords at home, so I wasn’t going to forego them during Ragnar just because I was sporting a tutu!
I can understand, though, if that fashion combo isn’t quite your style…
My five vanmates and I arrived at the starting line for Ragnar Napa around 4:30 a.m. We picked up our race tees at 5 a.m.–and even in the dark, even with sleep crud still in the corner of my eyes, even though I couldn’t see the whole shirt through the beam of my headlamp, I knew immediately that I really, really liked it.
Which for me means that I would wear it again—and not end up in my Goodwill pile wiith weeks.
Which is the the exception, not the rule, for me these days.
I should state up front that I do not emotionally attach to race shirts. I saved my 2007 Nike Women’s Marathon until it pitted out—it was light pink— and I’ll probably hang onto my 2013 Ironman Couer d’Alene one for a few more years…
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