destroyer of clocks (jocelina) wrote,

The Night Before

Where I should be right now is bed but I am too keyed up and excited to go to sleep just yet.  I'm excited about the race tomorrow!  And yet sort of nervous.  I know I can do it.  I'm just worried that I will publicly humiliate myself in some fashion above and beyond the mild humiliation of running incredibly slowly.

One of the freebies I picked up at the Health & Fitness Expo when I went to get my race packet was a "gift certificate" from RoadID, a company that sells ID bracelets for runners and cyclists who don't want to carry their wallets but also don't want to be without ID if they're injured.  It's for fifteen dollars, which is actually not bad considering that most of their products cost thirty dollars or less.  However, it came with a little brochure full of "Thank goodness I had my RoadID!" stories.  They did not motivate me to buy a RoadID so much as give me one more thing to worry about, after reading this story:

I was at the 7.5 mile mark of a 10 mile race when a cramp that I had started to nauseate me.  All of the sudden I felt my throat closing off and I could not breathe.  I started wheezing - then, no breathing at all.  The next thing I remember is people hosing me down - their faces all in my face...

THANKS A LOT, ROADID.  That's just what I need to worry about -- passing out and waking up to find total strangers hosing me down and getting all up in my face.  Also I just looked at the gift certificate and it expired in January of 2010.  Assholes.

To make myself feel better, I bought a new technical shirt and a pretty headband.  I also scored a free pair of socks from the Mayo Clinic, which is pretty awesome.

Several hours later (after lunching at Cupcake and dining at Vescio's... mmmmmm, pasta), I went to Target where I picked up more race-related items, notably a new pair of pants and a purple bandana to use as a snot rag, because I am still kind of sick and sniffly, and I realized that tissues are not going to do the trick -- who wants to finish a ten-mile run with pockets bulging with used Kleenex?  That would be gross.  I suppose a snot rag, by its very nature, is also gross, but at least it's not wasteful or bulky.

I made it to the parking lot before remembering that I "needed" to get some of those Starbucks Via iced coffee packets.  I know.  I know.  But they're so delicious, and I like to make one and let it sit in the fridge overnight so I can sip it as I'm driving to a race.  It calms my nerves, and it doesn't make me quite as wired as black coffee would.

Okay, I am going to bed now, for real.

If you have some free time tomorrow and/or are the sort of person who enjoys watching paint dry, you may enjoy using this tracking tool to watch my slooooooooooooooooooooooow progress from Minneapolis to St. Paul.  My bib number is 18174.
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