Saturday's weather broke cool and foggy. Waking up at 3am for a race is nothing new, but today was different I was finally going to do a non Virginia Beach half marathon.
Waynesboro's Park-to-Park half has been around for a few years but due to other commitments I haven't been able to run it. I've had a feeling that I would find running a hilly half to be easier than a flat course which Va Beach is.Just 2 weeks prior I said I wouldn't do this race. I said I'm tired of just showing up and "doing" it. After some thinking...I hadn't run in almost 3 weeks prior to Shamrock; with 13 miles in the previous 2 weeks (wow) I would just "do it".
It was a little eerie driving to a half in the wee morning hours. I usually crawl out of my hotel bed and walk or take a bus to the start. After a 45 minute drive and quick stop for my java fix, I got to the park. At least I was number one preregistered person that morning. Can I take a victory lap for that?
I love watching the sun rise at races. I think it's my favorite time of day. As the night gave way to the light of day, my fellow runners began arriving. Sitting in my car I watch all the lean machines preparing for today's event. I think I can remember when I was one of them. As start time approached I began my warm-up ritual walking around taking in the sights and sounds. I figure the early miles can be my running warm-up. As I was "warming-up" I was recognized from Mark's race by Jerry(?) who was also doing this for the 1st time..I think it may have been his first half. Time to line up at the start. I was recognized again by another Jerry (I think) who knew me from many years of local racing. Maybe I am more known than I thought. I kept hearing Mark's voice calling me "The Legend"
Epilogue: later that night at dinner I was recognized yet again as another former runner from my past said hi!
Shuffle on friends..the "Legend" will!
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