Okay, so the Seattle Marathon, right? Instead of Portland or Vegas. Minus Matt Pohlman, who was probably kissing his running feet with glee when he woke up in the morning. I'm sorry, but whoever continues to organize this event year after year, in November, needs to be shot! Going to bed chuckling about the potential for ugly weather the next morning broke to lots of head shaking and pitiful glances out the window as morning brought a driving wet blizzard, complete with gusting winds and heavy snow! We were just in so much shock that it was actually happening that we could only laugh and pray they didn't have to abandon the race with hypothermia! As hostess Erica, girls and Thomas loaded up the Pilot and headed for the stadium, the rain continued coming in sheets, furthering our disappointment and worry about the guys out on the road. Amazingly, as we parked downtown, the sky cleared, the wind died down and it was actually pleasant. However, as we huddled in the stadium, the clouds would periodically open up, drenching us with slushy rain. Thankfully, Matt called, bless his heart, and informed us that both John and Brad were doing well. It was the news we were hoping for as the kids played, joined by Mark, Robin and the kids, and Bruce and Lil who had joined us from the Arctic Whatcom County.
John's best time was the Portland Marathon at 3:26. Here, in the freezing rain and wind, he timed in at 3:44. Thomas didn't last to see his daddy finish the race, though, as his frozen hands were causing us to get very creative with hand warming techniques out on the field. I barely managed a glimpse and a yell as he rolled on by, as I alternated heating hands down my shirt and blowing like a heater.
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