On a crisp October morning last Fall, Jim and I woke up in Oakland excited with anticipation for my brother’s wedding. My parents offered to watch the kids (Read: The girls ambushed their room while we ran in the opposite direction) so we could go on a quick walk to grab a bite. Our short walk for coffee downstairs turned into a longer walk to Blue Bottle a few blocks away. Over coffee and a cookie (or two because, vacation…also because, hello, it’s me) we talked about the upcoming year and what we wanted to do to make it great. Running the Bay to Breakers has always been on my bucket list and Jim knew it. So when he randomly suggested, “We should run the Bay to Breakers next year!” he knew I would opt-in immediately. We sat at this table together, high on vacation air and love, and registered with his phone on the spot. Really, I think the cookie(s) made me do it.
I should clarify something. This running business is a bucket list item from several years ago when I was young, sprightly, and without children. Some of these items are so cray, they should really debunk the legitimacy of the list entirely.
I think at first, this running ambition came because my parents used to run it and I thought it would be cool to be one of those legacy running families. Also, it looks like such a party!
Fun, right?! If you follow me on Snapchat (RecoveringCorp) you know I’ve started training in preparation for the 7.45645 miles I’ll be running on May 15 and so far, it ain’t pretty. The clock is ticking as fast as my heart rate.
At the very least, the elevation change will be in my favor and I won’t be trying to run with a hunting dog who tries to kill me every time he sees a bird. There’s that. I swear all of my neighbors hear me coming when we’re running down the street. Here she comes again with that crazy dog! (HEEL! HEEL!)
This will be our first race ever. Our friends tell us that we chose a good one for our first, that it will be a roaring good time. I just really don’t want to get trampled. That’s my main concern at this point; that I run so slow that I get trampled. (Or run into a parking meter like my mom almost did in the early 80’s.) People have been asking if Jim and I are planning on dressing up. We aren’t planning on it, but now I’m thinking about it.
Eric and Tami Taylor maybe? Or Jim could go as Tim Riggins and I could be Coach Taylor!
Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
If you have any good ideas for us, I’d love to hear! Please drop me a line in the comments. And if you’re an experienced racer and have any other tips, I can honestly use all the help I can get. xo