Seattle Rock 'n' Roll Marathon #3

I finished my 3^rd Seattle Rock ‘n’ Roll Marathon on Saturday. I wrote about my first marathon in this blog two years ago, but I didn’t write about my second one. I should have in retrospect, because my memories of that run were fabulous. I remember feeling strong, confident, and I had a blast. I finished that run and I could have kept running. Anyway, that was last year and now on to last Saturday. (official times of race from the Competitor website: 2011-3:52 and 2012-3:53).

  

The run starts at 7am and the route had changed, for the better, from previous years. It really felt like a Seattle marathon because almost the entire race was in and around Seattle, whereas previous years you started further south, in Tukwila, and then you make your way north.

After getting a few hours of sleep, I woke early (5:15am) to have some eggs and juice smoothies. I took a warm shower, grabbed my stuff and headed for the bus stop. With a small Starbucks coffee in hand, I waited with other runners at the bus stop for the bus that wouldn’t arrive. The route was closed for the morning due to road closures. Though I had checked the Metro website the night before and one other runner said she even called Metro Transit and spoke with someone confirming the buses arrival, we were caught off guard as the time ticked away and no bus showed. Taxi cab to our rescue.

I arrived at the Seattle Center, the start line, at around 6:45am, only 15 minutes before the gun goes off. With over 25,000 runners and about the same amount with volunteers and spectators, the Seattle Center was a mad house. It is pretty exciting knowing you are about to embark on an epic journey. You can see the fear and excitement in other people’s faces all around you.

My coral number was 8 this year which was nice being near the beginning. With wave starts and 500-1,000 people roughly per coral (not sure of exact number), it can be a long time before you actually start running. As 7am drew near, I took off my Goodwill purchased sweatpants and tossed them into the donations pile. The past several days had been very wet and hazy, with this morning being no exception. The air was cool and for the time being there was no rain, making it perfect running weather.

The gun went off and my 3^rd marathon was underway. I ran through downtown as early morning tourists and spectators cheered me along. The miles simply dropped by the wayside as I made my way across Seattle. Much of the new route was already familiar to me but one nice addition was the loop around Seward Park. As the sun would peak out at various times, it would reflect along the water of Lake Washington.

Miles 15-20 take you out of Seattle and onto I-90. This was the toughest part of the run because it is a long stretch laid out directly ahead of you, giving you the appearance of a never ending road on a massive floating bridge. Once you get to Mercer Island and make you way around a barrier, you then head back across to do it all again. As I was nearing the end of this stretch, at mile 19, I took a dive, tripping on a large bolt attached to some sort of metal sheet or grate. The jolt was so unexpected that I didn’t have time to really brace myself as I took a Superman-like fall. I landed on my right shoulder, jamming it and also tweaking my neck. A lot of runners that witnessed this fall all shuddered and expressed their concerns. The guy behind me kindly extended out his hand and helped me up while asking if I was ok. I assessed the damage and besides the tweaked neck and sore shoulder, I didn’t notice any real damage, surprisingly enough. A rush of adrenaline was released into my body and so I took off running again. The only way to really know if I was hurt was to start running again, for only time would tell.

I finished the run and it was a wonderful feeling as I made my way across the finish line. I was happy to have completed another marathon, but I was also very happy to be done at that particular moment. I grabbed some snacks (banana, fruit smoothie, and a bagel) and took some photos.

 I am already thinking about my next marathon.