Brothers and sisters, it is time, once again, to runfess. Please join me for my runfessions.
I must runfess to doing a little weather-stalking. I checked the forecast for the upcoming Marine Corps Marathon in Washington, D.C. on Sunday. Hmmm…rain and 55 degrees. Perfect marathon weather. I will be out there in that weather for a looong time. I need to know what to plan for.
Selecting an outfit might be a little bit tricky. If I dress too warmly, chafing will be an issue after the race and we all know the familiar, dreaded sting that jolts us when the first drops of our post-race shower hit the parts of our bodies which have been rubbed raw. Dressing too lightly, however, will mean several hours of cold misery.
I have done both. When I ran the Chicago marathon (my third marathon), it was 39 degrees and raining at the start of the race. I overdressed. Luckily, my top layer was one I didn’t mind losing, so I pitched it at about mile five.
When I ran the Mississauga Marathon two years ago, I underdressed. It was raining at the start of the race, but the sun was forecast to break through. It was May, but May in Canada, not Pennsylvania. I dressed for May in Pennsylvania. We ran from the center of town to Lake Erie then ran on a bike path parallel to the lake shore.
The rain did not stop. The sun did not come out, and I was dressed in a short-sleeved shirt and shorts. The wind was howling off the lake, whipping up whitecaps and sending spray over the bike path. I was drenched, cold, and miserable. The only thing that kept me going those final few miles was the thought of a warm, dry hoodie checked in my bag at the finish line.
I think my plan for MCM will be to dress in layers again and find a shirt I don’t mind losing in case I get hot. I might have some old race shirts somewhere (only about 100 or so!)
Which brings me to my second runfession. I have too many race shirts. The picture above shows only a small fraction of my race shirt collection. This stack is part of the assortment of long-sleeved shirts I have in my dresser. I have more long-sleeved shirts that I did not get out for the picture, plus even more short-sleeved shirts. I am currently wearing a race premium zip-up hoodie as I type, and I have five other pull-over hoodies in my closet. There are also fleeces, hats, gloves, and buffs in my assemblage of gear received from races.
I have donated countless race shirts to our local church-run thrift store, my sons will no longer accept race shirts from me, and my hubby has too many race shirts, too, so I can’t give them to him.
The real problem is this: I am too sentimental. I see a shirt from a marathon that I struggled to finish and I can’t pry it out of my own grasping hands in order to give it away. I did give my hubby the baseball-style shirt from my first marathon, Steamtown, but that doesn’t really count. It was too big for me, it looks better on him, and it’s still in our house, just not in my closet.
And don’t get me started on beer mugs, growlers, (race directors must think runners like beer), wine glasses (they must think we like wine too), or medals. I have too many of all of them.
I recently registered for a race where you could get a deeply discounted price if you were willing to forego the premium. Did I take that option? And not receive a memento of the race? No way! I paid the full price and signed up for the premium. Why??? It’s a sickness. (Shaking my head.)
Thank you for allowing me to publicly runfess. My soul is light and my slate is clean. See you next month when I will once again place all of my transgressions out in the open for all to read.