Last night jparks and I went up to San Francisco so I could run Bay to Breakers this morning. We left our house last night and had to turn around to get my hydration pack, which I had left on the couch. We got to our friend's house in SF and went to dinner, where I had a second serving of rice covered in coconut milk (got to carb load! Okay, not really for a 12k, but mmm coconut milk rice) and then we promptly went to bed so I could get a full night's sleep before my big race day.
This morning, before my alarm went off, I sat up, turned to jparks and said "I don't have a sports bra." Not sure why that thought didn't occur to me the night before or why that was the very first thing I thought of in the morning but let's say I wasn't thrilled with this realization.
I know B2B wasn't a super long race and it's not what I'm training for, but I was really looking forward to running it. It's one thing to run 7.46 miles on my own, but to run it on a course, with other runners, and people that are cheering (not necessarily for me, but I can pretend) is something special. It's fun. It's motivating. It makes getting up 5 days a week at 6am and running around my cold neighborhood worthwhile. And thanks to my absent-mindedness I couldn't experience any of that. Stupid boobs.
After deciding that I wasn't walking the race (I only had my spandex running capris and wicking mesh shirt with me. And while those are okay to run in, I have no desire to walk the streets of SF looking like a total tool) I told jparks that bacon and mimosas would help ease my pain. So off to Crepevine we went where I indulged in some therapeutic bacon and a sweet crepe that was served with ice cream. Yes folks, I had some ice cream for breakfast. And a glass of fresh squeezed oj mixed with some bubbly. Missing the race sucked, but brunch really did help it suck less.
Nom nom nom
Let the real healing begin!