|One of the creepy life sized|
figures at the Oz Museum
|This is me running in|
the wicked rain
The course was a bit of an out and back type course, but this wasn't as annoying as I thought it might be. Plus there were some cows mooing us on along the way. But other than that, not a lot of crowds out there. Maybe it was the rain, or maybe this is typical for this race. But you do get some motivation from the other runners on their way to the finish (or if you are a fast runner, unlike me, on their way to the turnaround).
Costumes are encouraged, and while we did bring some, we opted to not wear them in the rain. I didn't think the polyester Dorothy dress I ordered from Amazon would be very comfortable. I do have to give huge kudos to a man I was running along with for much of the race who did the entire full marathon in all out Glinda gear (poofy pink dress, crown, wand, everything). I don't even want to imagine the chafing, ugh!
While I may have eluded to a pretty medal in my blog title, this race actually didn't have a very pretty one. I was hoping for some Emerald City sparkles or something like that. Nope. I suspect that the medal may have been designed by a local artist (although I can't confirm this), and while I can appreciate the talent that went into the depiction, it wasn't the bling I was hoping for. Nonetheless, it is a unique medal in it's own right and I welcomed it at the finish line!
I always mention food and/or drink in my blogs and this one is no different. Bethany and I started our carb loading at a local brewery in Manhattan, Kansas... Wait, let me back up a minute. First, I have to tell the story of how I got to Manhattan, Kansas. I did take a flight there from Chicago, which was uneventful, as I prefer all of my flights to be. However, when I arrived at the airport, there was the task of making my way to Manhattan where we were staying. I thought, well this is a college town (Kansas State is here), so they probably have Uber, right? And they did. So I requested an Uber. The Uber driver appeared to be on the right track, so I figured no problems here. Well, that was until he called me and asked where I was. By the looks of the app, he was behind the airport, like where the plane landed. I informed him I was at the terminal; there was 1 terminal with 1 gate, how hard could this be? Apparently very hard. He just could not figure it out. Fortunately, I've always relied on the kindness of strangers (I know, different movie), and a friendly woman Janice mentioned her friend might be able to give me a ride to my hotel. Her friend arrived to pick her up, and Berga was just as nice and agreed to give me a lift. Well, she wasn't really much of a talker actually, so I think she agreed to it, at least that was the impression Janice gave me.
|Look how happy 6 tiny beers|
I guess if you're running a marathon the next day, you can't just have beer for dinner, so we moved a few doors down to a place called Bourbon and Baker. If my memory serves me, I believe we had the chicken & waffles as well as shrimp étouffée. Seriously, why is that the first time I've had chicken & waffles? Why has no one forced me to eat this amazing combination before? Who are you people who consider yourselves my friends?! You've failed me for 39 years! So flipping awesome. As for the shrimp étouffée, save that for your next trip to Louisiana.
|Am I right?|
Post post-race nap, we had dinner at the Little Apple Brewing Co. Although it was located in a strip mall, it was not as bad as it sounds. The beer was good, cold, all of the things you want in a beer. I can't speak to the food, because at this point I can't recall what I had for dinner. I guess it was unremarkable, which can be a good and bad thing.
For dessert, Bethany's friend had supplied her with a bounty of delicious cookies, which we enjoyed back at the hotel...in bed.
|This is basically what we looked like.|
So that was my last race until the end of November when I take on the Philadelphia Marathon. I'm out of training mode until August so will be (and have been) enjoying the weekends free of 12+ mile runs. Maybe my toenails will actually grow back now! Just in time for flip flop season!
Happy summer everyone!