I think what augments my nervousness at the start of a race is that I'm usually unfamilier with the race logistics and end up driving or wandering around lost for a while. This time I knew exactly what I was doing and where I was going. Parking was a breeze. I hit the bathrooms at the Hyatt instead of the lines at the porta potties. Bag drop was easy. I walked directly to the start of the race.
Well go figure, but somehow I still managed to miss my wave start. I had to line up with a slower wave 6-hour full marathon, 3-hour half marathon pace group. It's hard to feel like a person when you're corraled like cattle. I worried that I wouldn't be able to keep up the pace I'd wanted because I was trapped by the amount of people around me. A couple of shots of the start of the race:
|COULD THE WEATHER HAVE BEEN MORE PERFECT?|
Once my wave started the crowd thinned out and I was able to weave around some slower runners. I must not have been the only one to miss my wave because most of the runners I was running with were at least as fast, most faster, than me. The 3-hour pace group in our wave was left in the dust.
The before and after pics:
|my unofficial garmin time and pace band|