Race Recap: Marathon #17, Tulsa, OK: Route 66 Marathon
Dearest Tulsonites (Tulsonians?), I apologize in advance for what I’m about to say, for I do not mean to be offensive.
Tulsa, OK is not my favorite place.
There it is. I said it. I traveled there. I shuffled my way through another marathon. Marked the state of Oklahoma off my list. In a town that was freezing cold with lots of hills. And yet somehow managed to have an epic weekend trip. Which, truly, just proves if you surround yourself with awesome people you can have fun anywhere. Even if you’re stuck in a broken elevator. Or worse, Tulsa in 22 degree weather.
Friday afternoon started with bar hopping because, Tulsa. And apparently I thought it would be a good idea to revisit my 20’s again. Though in my 30’s I’m much better at negotiating with cab drivers* (*not even a little bit better). What I really am better at is not playing Sir Mix A Lot on the jukebox when the bartender gifts you with $10 to play music. Because, good taste.
Waking up on Saturday morning after visiting gay bars featuring drag, having dinner next to a table with two guys and their prostitute dates (not kidding), and dominating at pool (yes, dominating), it was time to be a grown-up. So we made our way over to the expo, checked the weather eleventy thousand times, decided on a last-minute run to Target to buy even more layers, and finished up with dinner before bed.
And then woke up realizing we had to run a marathon in frigid temps. Not. Awesome.
(side note: special thanks to Jen P. for singing B-E-E-R Run on speaker phone to us at an unreal hour in the morning pre-marathon, again. Special thanks to Jen P.’s husband for having to listen to her do this at an unreal hour in the morning pre-marathon, again. Because no matter how odd they may seem, traditions are traditions.)
Layered up and shivering out of control, we headed over to the start.
And then we were off, and there’s nothing we could do but suck it up and move forward. While freezing. Our fucking. Asses off (sorry for swearing, mom) (it was really fucking cold).
So it was the same old marathon type of stuff. Only it never broke 30 degrees. So – seriously – THANK YOU to all the volunteers that were out there. Freezing your asses off, smiling, and totally helping. Because I felt cold everywhere. And hard a hard time breathing. And then after the 1/2 marathon broke off, the usual happened:
So I just concentrated on moving forward. And playing on my phone, obviously. I did stop for the “Center of the Universe” detour (it even makes it as a mention as such on Wikipedia), so technically I’m an ultra marathoner? Kidding, really.
And then finally. Done running. Marked #17 off the list. And headed straight for the pizza.