I had been planning to run the Seafair Half Marathon this year, in an effort to improve on my half marathon time. James, aka CPAK, an online friend from the LVM 21 message board was coming from Austin, Texas to run the full. After suffering some knee pain, and a disappointing diagnosis from his orthopedist, he was contemplating his first 6 hour marathon. Since 6 hour marathons are our specialty, I convinced Mr Diva that we should join him for the full. This was right after the San Juan Island Half Marathon, when I was feeling invincible, right before the dreaded calf pain struck.

James & Kris at the pasta dinner — the camera battery was nearly dead, and they are wondering why it is taking so long!
We made plans to join James & his wife Chris (Kris?) at the pasta dinner after the expo.We had a very pleasant dinner at the host hotel, thanks to good company and nice surroundings. The food itself was unremarkable. It was the first time we’ve ever attended an official pasta dinner. James assured us the are usually better. We had a nice visit, but made an early evening of it, with plans to meet at the back of the starting line in the morning. We woke up at 5:30, stumbled around getting ready and headed out the door. A word of caution: if you are already in pain before you get out the door, you are in for a long day. The 25 mile trip to Bellevue went smoothly. We rushed to the park as they were calling the marathoners to the starting line. We got to the start as they were counting down. The gun went off, and we watched the crowd for James. True to his word, he was at the very back. We joined him and the adventure began.

James is the official LVM21 club representative at the Seafair Marathon
The marathon course is nicer than the half marathon course, which is mostly strip malls and residential streets. It is also a bit hilly. The combination of hills, two prior 5Ks in the week and a sinus infection were too much for Mr. Diva, and after two miles he told us to go on without him. Though he claims to be from a flat location, James ran up our hills as if they weren’t there. After 6 miles of enjoying his pleasant company, I realized I was probably slowing him down, so I wished him well and stopped to wait for Mr. Diva. He was better off without me, as he went on to finish in 4:41!

James near mile 3
I didn’t wait all that long before he came running up. Mr. Diva is a trouper. I tried to convince him that my leg hurt, and that we should quit, but he said we had to finish. His goal was to walk up the hills and run down them, which we did, for a while.

This year the marathon had a pirate theme. Even the volunteers got in the spirit.

In addition to their good lucks, the volunteers were also friendly and very supportive.

Though there were plenty of pirates, this was the only pirate ship we saw along the route.

Here is Mr. Diva while he is still able to smile!

Scenery along the marathon route.

As time passed Mr D’s legs started to cramp, and eventually he couldn’t even run down the hills. We didn’t realize just how slow we were until we got our police escort at mile 8. That’s right, we were the official tail end of the marathon! At first I wanted to speed up, but Mr D was in too much pain, so we walked as fast as we could.

I continued to jog the downhill sections, just to give my legs a break from the fast walking. I would then walk slowly until Mr Diva and the escort caught up.

Here is a “self portrait”. If you look carefully you can see the lights on the police car right behind my head. We were getting a little bit silly by this point. We were tired and achy. Mr Diva was absolutely miserable. It could have been a really miserable experience, but the volunteers were wonderful. At one point, two young ladies walked along with us for at least a quarter of a mile, cheering us along the entire way. We received a big welcome at every station, but one was exceptional. They cheered, and then did the wave, while a couple girls did cart wheels. With the police escort behind us, we started feeling like celebrities, or visiting royalty. I can’t say enough to express our gratitude to these volunteers for brightening a difficult day.

Though I thought it would never happen, we finally reached the last turn, and waved goodbye to our police escort. They were with us for nearly 2 1/2 hours. I bet they were really tired of looking at my butt by then!

For the first time in race history, Mr D did not want to sprint the finish. We walked across the mat, holding hands. It was very romantic in a hot, sweaty, foul smelling, miserable and painful way. We crossed the finish line with 5:58 on the clock. Even though we walked most of the last 20 miles, according to my iPod we were never slower than 14:50, and our average for the last 20 miles was 13:38.
We were greeted at the finish by the Seafair Pirates. Since we were the last two finishers before the course closed, we got a big reception. It was awesome! The lady who removed my chip noticed that my other shoe was untied and tied it for me. I guess I didn’t look like I could bend over and do it myself. I probably couldn’t!

My hand was a bit shaky, so I didn’t get a very clear shot of this pirate.
Even though we came in right at the 6 hour mark, there were plenty of oranges, bananas and bagels waiting for us. After completing the entire marathon on nothing but water and Gleukose, I was hungry and ready to scarf down as many orange slices as I could.

We stopped to sit on the concrete ledge, and met Dharam (Paul) Piplani. The Seafair Marathon was his 808th, after having run a 34 mile ultra the day before!

In addition to meeting Paul, we got to see Bob Dolphin, a local marathon legend. Seafair was his 410th marathon. Talk about good company! Except for the pain and blisters, being at the back of the pack was an amazing experience. For all of the races that we set a goal of not being last, this time our goal was to finish, and we did. According to the race results there were two other finishers who came in after the 6 hour cut off.

We received the white short sleeved technical shirt as the finisher’s shirt (it says finisher on the back). I bought the turquoise shirt at the expo because it is my favorite color, and it had the cool pirate on it. It doesn’t take much to get my money! The medal is nice, but I’m not sure what the design represents.
Scenery/location: Good
Spectators: OK
Course: Challenging/hilly
Aid stations: Good
Volunteers: Excellent!
Bathrooms: OK
Shirt & medal: Good
Post race food: Good