I should finally get on with this recap!
I woke up around the ungodly hour of 3:30 AM. I slept pretty well due to jet lag, but I still wasn’t thrilled about being awake that early despite the exciting reason! Reluctantly, I did my best to scarf down a bagel with peanut butter. But I knew if I didn’t, I’d definitely regret it at a later time during the race. I got dressed, took an awkward mirror selfie and waited until it was a reasonable time to grab an Uber.
When I did, the Uber was scheduled to arrive within minutes, so I grabbed my stuff and rushed outside. It was obviously still dark out at the time, so I was a bit leery being alone. My Uber driver was really nice, and it wasn’t long before I arrived at Union Station to take the shuttle to the start. I was exhausted, so I unfortunately left my pre-workout/water in the car. I guess out of all the things I could have left behind, that was the least of my worries. It was still annoying because I didn’t have access to caffeine. I immediately asked security if the buses parked next to us were for the race. I was unsure as the shuttles were departing from an actual bus/metro station. There were 3 of them, and not a single person had a clue about what I was talking about. They sent me on a wild goose chase only for me to come back where I started and get on one of the very buses I had originally asked about.
The start was at Dodger Stadium, and I don’t know if it was because I was tired, the darkness, the size of the venue or a combination of all 3, but I really struggled to find the things I needed.
I did drop off my bag at gear-check quickly, but all I wanted was to find water since I left mine in the Uber. I didn’t drink anything at my Airbnb since I expected to do so while waiting for the race to begin. I somehow ended up near the entrance of the VIP hospitality area, so I turned around once I made the realization. I looked like a lost puppy as I made my way through the sea of people and around the various fences, which made things extra confusing for me. Finally, I found some water and chugged it down and did my pre-race ritual of going to the bathroom 27 times.
Before I knew it, it was time to head into the corral. I was in the “general” corral, so I was way in the back. While waiting, I overheard the announcer talk about runner demographics. Over 200 twelve-year-old participants from Students Run LA were running the marathon as well as the oldest participant being 87! At 87, I hope I’m able to be upright let alone be able to run a marathon! AMAZING!