Oops I did it again. And outside of Pike’s Peak, I chose the worst place to do it.
Last Sunday I ran my sixth marathon in Austin. And Austin is in the Hill Country. So I ran a marathon up and down and up and down and up and up and up and up and up.
My friend, Emily, joined me and ran the half marathon. So we carb loaded at Mandola’s the night before and were ready to rock on race day.
We took off in the early morning and, unfortunately, the 7,000 half-marathon runners and 3,600 marathon runners all ran the first 12 miles together which made things…crowded.
At mile 12, I was ready to quit but I knew I was eating nachos later and I needed to burn more calories.
Thankfully, Emily met me at miles 18 and 22 with wheat thins, gatorade, encouragement, and beer from one of my favorite breweries.
You’re thinking, “Beer? Who drinks beer at a marathon?” And I say, “Ummm…yes.” Just a sip, y’all. It helps with the energy levels.
The last 4 miles are always the worst and this race was no different. Soon, my Garmin read “26.0 miles” and I knew I was close. As I turned a corner, I saw it. A MOUNTAIN.
The hill finally leveled out and I found Emily who took the photos below.
My watch read “26.2 miles,” and the finish line wasn’t in sight.
“EMILY. WHO MAKES THE LAST .2 OF A RACE UPHILL?!? WHO DOES THAT?!? ALSO, MY WATCH SAYS “26.2.” WHERE IS THE DAMN FINISH LINE??? WHERE IS IT?!?”
At “26.4 miles” I crossed the finish line. I was very bitter.
Regardless, I finished and enjoyed the after-party with Emily and our old favorite from Longmont Colorado, Oskar Blues.
After cleaning up, we enjoyed 10 pound can nachos from The Local Post. We were in bed watching the Olympics by 8pm. And we weren’t sad about it.
The next morning, we rolled out of bed, donned our medals, and headed out to explore. First, I needed chicken and waffles from the 24 Diner. It was so amazingly perfect.
It was such a nice day outside that we found a patio to continue making up the calories we lost the day before.
We found the Live Oak Brewery on our way out of town to soak up the last bit of our short vacation. I would totally go back.
It was a great place for the old ladies to do what we normally do when we go out.
Anyways, I’m taking a hiatus from marathons for now. Well, until I forget what it feels like and sign up for another.