By the time the Pasadena Half Marathon started, it was like 85. My goal was to run as far as I could at race pace and then walk the rest. Even before it was stupid hot, the route is pretty hilly. The route had a long out and back and Rose Bowl, so I got to see everyone I knew running out of the RB — and to a person they had given up any personal goals and were just going for the finish. Although there is a long, long downhill run between miles 7 and 9 today, I walked part of the downhill (blasphemy, I know) because it so didn’t matter. My feet were hurting a little and it didn’t matter. At about mile 8.75 the Pasadena Pacers were handing out cups of cold orange juice. It sounded good. But that citric acid on my tongue — yech. And there was a HUGE hill out of the Rose Bowl — like all of mile 9. I hiked out at a pretty good clip, but I was DONE.
Babek and I drove to the race and home together. I had poured so much water on my head, that I had to sit on tee-shirts driving home. I was completely soaked.
Once home in Long Beach, I took a shower, ate something, and lay down for a nap. And when I woke up — the weather had broken and it was starting to cool off. What’s up with that? What a weird day.
I cooked all afternoon, took dinner to the Wilks/Boyles, checked out the twins, and then had dinner at my mother’s and lark’s. Kelly has a pretty normal size hand. Look how big her hand is compared to Addison’s body. I spend an hour holding a baby while she slept after a snack. Pretty cool. And just because I have one: