My race experience in Salt Lake City started at precisely 3:09 a.m. when I jolted upright in my bed from a deep slumber, panicking that I'd overslept. My alarm clock was set for 4:00, but my body clock was already way ahead of it. With plenty of time before I had to actually set my feet on the floor, I just lied in the darkness for another half hour, gathering my thoughts, mentally finalizing my preparations and just psyching myself up.
Let's get this done, girl.
The day before, I'd traveled to Salt Lake City, picked up my packet with my bib and timing chip and spent an hour or so looking around the Expo. It was the first time I'd gone to something like that and I felt like a kid in a candy store with all the running-related exhibits and vendors in one place as far as the eye could see. I bought three small temporary tattoos to wear on race day: two Chinese symbols meaning "courage" and "strength" for each arm and a "RUN 13.1" for my ankle.
And when I did, my chip time read 2:01:43.
There is lots of room for improvement for my next half-marathon. But this time-- this race-- I came and I conquered.
How sweet it is!