Scene: Start of the Nashville Half-Marathon
SBS, of course, is wearing her trusty amphipod belt, stocked with nuun, a couple of the ultra endurance Roctane GU's (the regular stuff won't do the job) and our hotel room key. Also stashed in there is her caffeinated gum, which, as usual, she chews a few minutes before the race. In order to chew the gum, she—natch—has to take out her Under Armour mouth guard. Her headphone cord is neatly threaded through the back of her shirt, and her nano is stuffed in her skirt. She won't need access to it during the race since her playlist, which is titled Nashville Noise, is ordered to go from slower to fast as the race increases; no random shuffle for this organized chick. Her Garmin 110, which she turned on about 25 minutes pre-race time, is ready to fire off stats. When the race starts, her pace is steady and, although she hits a dark place, it hardly wavers.
Meanwhile, at the same starting line, I have three GUs stashed into one pocket of my skirt, where I also have crammed my hotel key. I am desperately trying to push in the stubborn buttons to reset my Timex Ironman, which I've picked over using my Garmin; I don't want the data. Unbelievably, my music is new--yeah, country music mix!--but my headphones cord, a pair I stole from my husband since mine only work in one ear, is laced under my sports bra, looking all spaghetti-ish. Before we take off, I realize I might lose the hotel key when I pull out the GU, so I stash it in my Moving Comfort pink padded bra. Within 10 steps of crossing the starting line, I realize my skirt is venturing into plumber's crack territory, so I pluck two GUs out of my skirt and stuff them in my bra. (And, in case you were wondering, yes, there is plenty of room in my bra.) My pace, as usual, starts out too fast and comes to a screeching halt. I walk 3 times from mile 12-13.
There are certainly days when I wish I were organized, but I've got my racing style, and most of the time, it works for me. Similarly, SBS's penchant to accessorize on race day helps her get the job done. We realize it takes all types to run like a mother, but we want to know: Are you more Dimity or Sarah when it comes to racing and running? If I--Dimity--is a 1 (little forethought to the course, brings only one outfit, drinks whatever is served on the course) and SBS is a 5 (studying race profile days before the race, brings a few outfit options, chews caffeinated gum (!)), where do you rate from 1 to 5?
Let us know and five of you will win a Moving Comfort bra of your choice. Not sure which to choose? No worries; you can find the right one for you by using their brand new sports bra fitting room. Truth be told, I do plan a little; having my fave MC bra for race day wasn't just random luck. I love that it never chafes (except, ahem, if I overstuff it on a humid, hot race day), keeps the headlights at bay and is barely noticeable. As many of you know, MC engineer bras that emphasize support, comfort and style for every chest from Hershey kisses to serious heavy hitters. (If you can't wait to order your own, MC is offering free shipping through the end of May.)
So where do you rate on a plan of 1-5? Do you stuff your hotel key in your bra last minute, or do you turn on you Garmin a half hour before the race starts?
p.s. The two winners of the Sof Sole giveaway of socks and insoles--and the coolest place their feet have taken them are:
Geli: I like running across bridges that are usually only for car bridges. I’ve been across the Coronado Bay Bridge in San Diego, the bridges from Pensacola to Pensacola Beach, and most recently across the Fremont Bridge in Portland (which is I-405).
Maggie: My feet have taken me to the small village of Barugo, which is on the island of Leyte in the Philippines. That’s my dad’s hometown. I wanted to go for a run before it got too humid, so well before 7am. I got up a 5am to run nut it was so dark and the streets were unlit. The town square had the most light as people were headin to an early morning church service. I ran around the town square until the humidity got the best of me, which was after about 20 minutes! I love running whenever I’m in a new place. It is the best way to see a new place.
Congrats to you and your feet! E-mail us at runmother at gmail dot com to claim your sweet feet treat!