After much texting and e-mailing back and forth about who would be where when [sample: Thomas: "What mile will we be at? Well, I'll start at mile 0 and will end at mile 26.2, visiting all the miles in-between in ascending order ...."; Ray: "No idea what pace aside from first wave. I’d guess though somewhere in the low 7’s seems like it’ll be fun and casual." SO VERY HELPFUL BOTH OF YOU], we decided on two viewing sites: first, between miles 13 and 14, and last, between miles 22 and 23.
We got there nice and early. Early enough to see this!
Elite women, mile 14ish
Team Noah was bookin' it.
#8858 Richard Whitehead, 32 M Nottingham GBR (in case you couldn't tell where he's from) 3:02:44 6:58 min./mile.*
As usual, I dressed for success:
Why won't people tell me I look crazy before I leave the house??? WHY??? Oh, and that's Davey the Clown standing with me. He has
My only defense is that it was chilly and windy. Of course you won't believe me when you see the following photos.
I saw Thomas at both locations. He was in the zone at the first sighting, which he explains in his race report.
Both these guys had let me know what they'd be wearing. Thomas: "I'm planning on wearing a bright orange singlet with "Star of the Laune A.C." printed on it. It should be rather distinctive."
Well, you'd think so, wouldn't you Thomas?
I saw 10,000 orange singlets. OK, maybe they didn't all say "Star of the Laune A.C." on them. Luckily Renee has a keen eye.
I believe what Thomas was trying to convey here was the sense of the whole being greater than the parts.*
Or, maybe just ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch.*
Thomas was pulling down 6:50 minute miles. You know, the way you do in a marathon. If you are superhuman.
Ray, despite having let me know that he'd be wearing a BLUE singlet, eluded us. He was probably running backwards or something.
But eagle-eyed Renee caught Thomas again around mile 22ish:
Thomas reacts as he hears me screeching his name.*
He looks right as rain to me.*
Since I can count on exactly no hands the number of times an attractive young man has jumped out of a marathon to hug me, I was struck dumb. We communicated nonetheless. I highly recommend meeting someone for the first time this way.*
Ray was not far behind. In fact, he was exactly 11 seconds behind.
Ray takes time to tell me, "Jeanne, you're number one!"*
And...he takes my photo. One of 147 he will take along the course.*
My partners in crime:
l-r: Poor sad blog-less Bruce, Renee, Sarah
And after that I scurried downtown to meet Thomas, my camera ran out of batteries, I gave him some
There's more to this story but it will just have to wait.
Still to come: How Runner Susan saves Jeanne's love life.
*Photos courtesy Renee Dekona.