Synopsis: Hot. Hilly. Breezy. Lots of enthusiastic locals.
The long story:
At every aid station I drank no less than 2 cups of water, and sometimes an extra ice-cold Cytomax. I ran between then and walked through them, slamming down a cup of water and then grabbing another cup from the next volunteer. If there was time, I'd take a third. I never got dehydrated. I may have over-hydryated, because I peed like a racehorse all the way to Cincinnatti. We had to stop three times for my bladder. I took an e-gel every 3 miles like clockwork. I've never done all thsoe aid stations before because I thought they'd slow me down, but I think they worked well.
There is a long out-and-back that end in a loop around the lake. The big hills are at miles 2ish, 11ish, 14ish, 16ish, and then there is one last climb before you head downhill - the last .5 mile of the marathon is downhlil and then flat. I finished in 5:10, later than I'd fantasized, but sooner than I hoped.IF YOU GO: Take an extra handheld for between aid stations if it's going to be warm. You need something to sip on in between. Put on sunscreen - the sun isn't as intense here as it is where I'm from, but you still want to protect your skin because that's how you cool off, and if you get a sunburn, that will screw it up.
We had packed our car before leaving the hotel and then jetted off to the next race: Cincinnatti. We stopped for Hardees, and Starbucks.
Traveling between towns in the south can be a bit clostraphobic as they are usually a narrow highway with narrow lanes and forests on either side of the highway. You know that you are in the South when you see these items in one trip:
- A large copy of the 10 commandments across the highway from and Adult Superstore,
- Billboards that aren't just religious - that's pretty much anywhere - but they are, on the whole, much more threatening and punitive.
- There is a Cracker Barrel at every single--NO, EVERY SINGLE--exit
- A billboard for a place called Nervous Charlie's Fireworks and Beer.
Synopsis: Rainy, overcast, smelled good, lots to look at and SUPER enthusiastic locals.
This is the midwest, and they had heard about the traffic jam, and stayed open for us. We picked up our chips, and I picked up a very nice women's specific Tee, and an emboidered back pack. We then high-tailed (no pun intended) it to the hotel, and walked into our room at 8 pm. We ate at the pasta buffet downstairs, and finally hit the hay around 9 pm.