My hotel was right smack at start of the race start-line. Sweet!!! I woke up in a bit of a sleep-induced fog. I hadn't been sleeping well and I took one (I swear, only ONE) Tylenol PM before I went to bed and I'm not sure if my morning funk was the affects from the pill or the fact that I was just dead tired from the crazy weekend where I had not slept that well...but I was tired and I was concerned. Usually, I am on such an adrenaline/endorphin high that it doesn't even matter if I get an hour of sleep before a race, I'm up and raring to go. There was not a microwave in the hotel so I tried to make some hot water in the coffee pot; I needed some tea and I needed my oatmeal....preferably hot for both. Well, in what had to be the most comical tea/oatmeal making experience ever (this little coffee pot turned hot pot was not working as well as I wanted it to and I had water from one end of the hotel to the other), I managed to get both, though only about half of what I wanted out of each and by the time I actually was able to half eat half drink my luke-warm oatmeal mixed with peanut butter, it was about 20 minutes before the start and I was concerned...I can have stomach problems and knew that this was not adequate time for my food to settle before I started running. And I was feeling it as I lined up.
Just like the way I pick up shells when I walk on the beach (as if taking something fragile and portable will suffice as a symbol of the magnitude of the ocean), I will store Atlanta's race memories in my mind and when I need to escape or find my way, I will run this past weekend’s half marathon steps in my head and relive that incredible day. Race day was a gift from God, showing me what happens when I learn to trust, learn to quit striving, and relax my way into being me. A true self has to be inhabited, not coerced. I am a new girl and I ran like one: 1:44:11. Not bad, for an ordinary runner......and, that's a PR (Personal Record) baby!!!!!