Goody Bag: A proper sports bag containing gloves (very useful for the cold start), technical t-shirt, a bit of food + offers from local shops.
Course: Closed roads from Modesto downtown into the country and back
Organisation and volunteers: Extremely well organised event with enthusiastic volunteers.
CPs: Every 2 miles with water, gatorade, sweets. Later CPS (14 onwards) had gu, oranges, bananas, pretzels
Weather: Started cold (@ 5 degs C/40s degs F) going up to @ 20 degs C/70 degs F plus sun
Start Time: 07:00
Location: Downtown Modesto
Finish: Ends downtown - had lots of activities for waiting family/friends, such as rock climbing, games, etc
Post Runner Recovery: Lots of food + free massage
After: Take the family/yourselves to Yosemite Park (2 hours drive away)
The expo day was my first initiation to being dragged and like a rebellious horse, I bounced around trying to get loose when TG hooked me up to runners who stuck their bums out at me.
Note: Tyres do not like bums pointing in their direction!
I was feeling a little battered and prepared to give TG a good jostling! The only other preparation I had was Red telling me her experiences of TG pulling her into mud and cow pooh. Now I'm okay about that kind of stuff, I just don't like bad pullers!
Here we are on marathon day, TG was up at 04:30, had breakfast and ready to leave for the marathon start at 05:30. She was grumbling about only having 5 hours sleep and pulled me out to the start line at 06:00am.
Now am not sure what she was expecting but I was left all out on my lonesome self for a little while. Perhaps she was worried about the "jostling" and so hoped I would start by myself.
She came back wearing a bustle apparently made by Eva from the Shadow Chasers (sounds like some 60s pop group) danced around me and then disappeared. Was it a "move dance"? Red had warned me TG was a little grumpy in the mornings, but not strange. Anyhow she returned with Karen (RD), hooked me on to her. Karen described the first part of the route as there would be no marshals if TG left early and to look on the ground for white chalk marks. TG agreed with everything, Karen gave TG a route map for "just in case", counted us down and off we left.
This was going to be fun, Red had also warned me about TG's lack of morning audio skills.
TG decided to look at the map and realised we were off route. She headed back up 12th street, could hear we were heading back to the start so moved back onto 13th street.
TG needed help and so I tried to be a good dead weight. Red told me that was the best thing to do.
By mile 3, the first runners were over taking TG and as we headed up Mount Modesto, a bunch of humans were running at us (See first picture in this blog). I tried to be a better dead weight but TG was going slower. It was time to change tactic and think light!
This appeared to work and TG began to motor onwards along the highway and then into the countryside where cows mooed, and apple trees and other things will grow when spring comes along.
TG was indignant. The runner had put an empty gel pack in her hand to toss away into the box. Runner if you are reading this blog you owe the Teens Run Modesto group $5 USD for us taking your trash away!
It was sad to see gel packets littering the streets.....I thought runners/walkers would be more responsible instead of just throwing their trash on the road.
All you irresponsible runners reading this blog you too owe the Teens Run Modesto group $5 USD for the volunteers picking up your trash!
By mile 16, a passerby decided to interview TG and ask her all sorts of questions. TG muttered about needing an umbrella to keep the sun off her and began shortened her responses to one word answers.
Note: Do not talk to TG after mile 13 and especially when it is hot.
As we passed check points, TG asked volunteers to pour water over her head. Mile 17, TG had now closed in on 2 teens who had earlier over taken her. They were not going to be beaten by some bizarre woman and tyre. They picked up a little speed, but the heat dampened their spirit. TG knew she would get them. By mile 18 we passed them, but they kept us in check. There was a battle to the end of the marathon and in the final 2 miles, one of the teens kicked and killed those last 2 miles, leaving us in a trail of dust.
700 metres away from the finish line, someone asked us where our supporters were. We smiled and continued. The hot tarmac continued to suck in rubber into the road.
500 metres away, 2 kids of about 11 years old, decided to join us (wish we had a picture). Nicholas (I think was his name), coached TG to the end. Thank you to the 2 kids who got TG moving.
Modesto marathon, thank you for the rock star treatment. It was nice to sit up on a table and be recognised with my big brother "The Modesto Pledge"! TG says she will be back to check in on him!
Thank you Chad for your photos