Last year, I was new to the blogging scene. I knew Mel from introducing myself at a book signing in Seattle, but didn't really know anyone else. A good friend (and fellow tailgater) - Weslie, is lucky enough to live right on top of the race course. I headed to her house at the ungodly hour of 7am to watch everyone run by, hoping that I could run it next year.
Fast forward 12 months.
I'm really good friends with a ton of ladies (and men!) who are running the race. Weslie's husband is running it. My co-workers are running it! It's an EVENT OF EPIC PROPORTIONS.
Since I had a few weeks to prepare as the 'aid station', I had some goals in mind:
1) View the race with Weslie, hopefully with some sort of adult drink in hand.
2) Make it to the finishing area to see friends finish (and the first-time-marathoner friends finish!)
3) Provide support for the peeps who were giving it all...in the form of motivation or food.
A few ideas came out of this - bringing orange slices and capri suns to the finish line (ala soccer practice when we were kids), making posters for the first time marathoners, being the 'driver' to a group, and photo-documenting along the way.
My sister, who is an amazing artist (and poster maker) was recruited to make posters for the marathoners and EMZ (because I thought it was hil-ari-ous).
From Kerrie's spectating poster last year...
I cut up oranges, got bananas and M&M's ready, then headed off to the EXPO on Friday.
After the Expo, we hit up my favorite lunch spot in Seattle - six/seven restaurant in the Edgewater hotel. We chowed. Down. $12 for a half sandwich, salad, cup of soup, and homemade parmesan cheese potato chips. YES PLZ.
A quick trip home, then I was back in the car for a drive through Seattle rush-hour traffic to the south end for the big bloggy dinner.
Yes, I carb-loaded. It was like sympathy pregnancy weight that dads gain. I also love cheesebread.
After dinner (and goodies, which I will mention in a later post!), Kerrie, Zoe, Jill and I piled into the elevator for the one-floor trip down to the main level of the restaurant. We didn't want the first-timers to get hurt, you know? Since they had eaten so much pasta and weighed a ton? Right? ANYWAYS, Jill & I were in a nutso mood (we did have a glass of wine each, whooooboy!), and started using the elevator rail to stretch.
Race-Day recap coming up!