Richmond marathon, Twittified

I’ve been accused of being chatty and wordy. Funny that the social media outlet I love to scorn (Twitter: “everyone talking; nobody listening”) has become one that I enjoy as someone who struggles with conciseness. The 140 character limit is always a fun challenge, especially since I refuse to use text-speak, abbreviations, or bad grammar. With that in mind, here is my Richmond marathon report in a series of imagined tweets:

Pre-race: #Richmondmarathon with my family and @runnerpeeps! Andrew and Stephen off to start the 8K in the rain; Simon is with Amy. #gametime

Start: Peep panic ensues when we see we’re on the wrong side of the road. Mad dash and the Peeps are off! #losthalfthepeeps #raincanquitanytimenow

Mile 1-5: Drop behind Jeff/Kelly/Cheryl because I’m panting. Steve would be proud I have a plan: 8:45-9s for 20 then see what happens. #usuallywingit

Mile 6-9: Beautiful scenery; crossing the James River with flowing water, boulders, and fall colors punctuating the mist. Gorgeous. #roadrunsmaybeOK

Mile 9-11: There’s my friend Diane! Love running with my training buddy for the 2009 NYC marathon. She’s running for a BQ today! #shemadeitby4seconds

Mile 11: “I could see Jeff for a long time but can’t see him now.” On cue Jeff tears out of a port-a-potty next to us and takes off. #catchthetarheel

Mile 12: An overweight man running next to me is alternately singing and muttering to himself. I see another man dressed as a turkey. #passtheturkey

Mile 13.1: 1:55 and feeling good. Just behind Jeff shouting “Go Pack!” Finally draw even and bust a move to get his attention as we hit the party zone.

Mile 14: “I’ve heard a few ‘Go Packs’ along the way.” “That was me, you idiot.” Choke and spew Nabs everywhere at the 14 mi AS. #itwasnotpretty

Mile 15: Diane’s husband John is on the bridge as I come back over the river, then I see my pal Martin! Yeah! #lovemesomePeepsupport

Mile 16: “These are my people!” I’m so pumped for the junk food AS, but I’m still coughing so I go with plain water. #noFritos #sadtrombone

Mile 18-19: Run with Cheryl, who’s focusing with music. Want to pull her past the wall but she tells me to go. Hate leaving my friend in a tough spot.

Mile 20: Run past @bullcityrunning signs and feel the #RUNDRM love. This is where I pick up the pace. Hello, legs? Are you there? #noanswer

Mile 21: See Kelly and think how cool it would be to finish together. But she’s running strong and I’m not sure I can pick up my pace. #catchthatPeep

Mile 22-24: Trying hard to catch up with Kelly. So close…when I suddenly realize, oh crap! It’s not going to happen. #insidejokebutnottoofunny #rats

Mile 24: Momentarily discouraged, then realize I can likely make all 3 of my goals, including the secret one! #attitudeadjustment Woo hoo!

Mile 25: Looking for any excuse to walk and try every mental trick to keep moving. Like magic, Karla, Shellie & Doug appear, cheering! #thankyouPeeps

Mile 26: No matter what I do, I’m slowing down even as I am falling downhill to the finish. Thank you, gravity. #whereismile26 #leavingitalloutthere

Mile 26.2: Andrew + Peeps are at the finish; my friends are arriving too. So excited (and pained) as everything seizes up. #hellohamstrings #finished

Post-race: Celebrating good friends, 4 first-time marathoners, a 50th birthday, many great races, and my new PR (by 19 min!*) of 3:51:12! #PeepsRock

Just a few of the Peeps doing the Richmond races!

Just a few of our Peeps doing the Richmond races! Great weekend!

[*Richmond was my 5th marathon and a new PR was my “easy” goal. Why? Well, my 1st, 3rd, and 4th marathons were the Umstead marathon and my 2nd marathon was New York City (where I blew up at mile 14 after running 8:30 miles the first half).]