This race recap comes from my awesome wife, Ellie. Enjoy!
Or, as one woman's beautifully crafted sign read, "Worst Parade Ever."
On Sunday, we embarked on a 9.32-mile-long journey through Utica, NY. This was our second try at the Boilermaker, because last year was a little heat-strokey. (Note: If you are running in hot weather, hydrate before, during, and after your workout. Stay in the shade as much as possible; wear sunscreen; wear a visor or a hat. Heat stroke is not fun, and no one likes being hooked up to IVs or barfing up snow cones.) Anyway, I'd say Jon got his revenge, which he'd been planning since he regained vision after nearly passing out last year . . .
Everyone was a little nervous the night before the race, and even a hilarious game of Cards against Humanity couldn't ease the tension completely. Mike, Suz, Jon, and I all stayed with Aunt Linda (thank you for letting us crash at your house!!), while Scotty, along with Adrienne and Donna, slept at Tutu's. The four of us at Aunt Linda's went to bed nice and early, about 10:30. . . . But we certainly didn't fall asleep very quickly. After adjusting the air conditioner so it didn't turn off, then on, then off, then on, sleep was definitely more likely. But the air mattress Jon, Audrey, and I were sharing was no Temper-Pedic. I moved my arm to rub my eye and it sounded like I had just slammed Stone Cold Steve Austin on the floor of a wrestling ring. For some reason this mattress was just SO loud. After settling into a state of rigor mortis to quiet the wrestling ring/mattress, we thought we would finally fall asleep. Not so! At 12:30, Sharky Maneen (the pug) informed us that there were goings-on outside (Audrey confirmed). Sure enough, there were red-and-blue flashing lights pouring into our room as a cop thoroughly searched the vehicle of an apparent hooligan for about a half hour. After all that, we closed our eyes (not necessarily sleeping) and waited for our alarms to go off.
Once everyone was ready and assembled together with the Sneeringer clan (Gene, Susie, Pete, Marisa, Jeff, and Victoria!) near the starting line, then my nerves started kicking into overdrive. I tried to focus on the World Cup finals later that day, and I honestly was more nervous about the outcome of Germany v. Argentina than the outcome of the race. So that helped calm me, at least for the time being. The starting gun went off (apparently, though I didn't hear it) and the Rocky theme began playing over the loud speaker. It took four rounds of that theme before we got to the start line; we were already fourteen minutes into the official race time before our bibs crossed.