I have been off on a short fitness tourist vacation. I travelled to the beautiful city of Victoria, BC in order to participate in the Goodlife Fitness Victoria Half Marathon.
Here are some standout race and pre-race moments:
- Arrived in Victoria 4 nights before the race, not smart as I don’t sleep well when not in my own bed so I was pretty exhausted the morning of the race.
- Behaved like a complete tourist and walked close to 20km a day hitting museums and stores in the three days leading up to the race. My feet were killing me and I was convinced I had given myself plantar fasciitis – I’m a chronic pre-race hypochondriac.
- Ate way too much fudge, I have no excuse for that one.
- Picked up my race number to see that it was all the numbers in my birthdate, either a good omen or bad one (see number 2). Seeing as I survived the run I now feel that I just wasted incredible luck and should’ve purchased a lottery ticket instead of registering for this race as I may have been able to retire a millionaire (what are the odds of getting a race number that is your birthdate?).
- Applied purple nail polish to my finger nails (toe nails are always purple) as I swear that colour makes me run faster.
- Pre-race ritual is to use one of the port-a-potties. Cost me 20 minutes in a line-up. Would’ve been faster to walk back to the hotel.
- Made it to my approximate corral location with 5 minutes to spare, looked to my right and saw my cousin in the start line (we’re second cousins). We always seem to end up running the same races and I see more of him than my other cousins as a result. Clearly my other cousins need to take up running if they want to visit me.
- Carried my own water bottle of Cytomax so I could speed by water stations and avoid choking on cups of water that I couldn’t wrap my lips around. I dropped the bottle cap at around 15km and didn’t want to toss the bottle as the race was in a residential area and I didn’t want to litter so I held on to it until the next water station. I looked funny as I was trying to hold a cap-less water bottle very still so as not to splash it all over me for nearly 3km until I made it to the next water station. I just realized I could have dumped it out. Obviously, all the blood was in my legs and not my brain at that time.
- At about 18km my cousin went flying by me, I figured he was already a head of me. So I thought, “good, now I can see if I can match his pace and he’ll take me into the finish line.” Didn’t happen, I looked for that next gear, but I was already in it apparently. I did keep him in sight. He is a very fast runner and 14 years younger so he ought to be faster (I try not to dwell too long on the fact that he didn’t really train much for this race).
I crossed the finish line in a respectable time of 1:37:55. My post-race gift to myself was a small silver dog pendant that I can wear at all the races that I can’t bring Kobi to.