Saturday went down as the day I ran my first relay. Or the day I finished a sub 4:00 marathon. Or that time I “only” ran eight miles and then was an asshole about it all day long.
Anyway. I took a spot on a relay team thanks to twitter all the way back in early August, knowing Chicago training would pretty much be over and I’d be tapering already. I didn’t want to ruin the memory of my half marathon PR from last year and potentially screw things up for Chicago either, so I figured the relay would be the perfect option.
The thing about Akron is though, both years, I’ve made plans to run in August, been really pumped about it, then race week comes and it’s seemingly the last thing I want to do. But I wasn’t about to let my team down, and just like last year, good things ensued.
I went down the night before, though I didn’t need to so my friend, Joe, could pick up his bib. We stopped by the expo (and I saw Kimi for the first time in months!) and went out to dinner in the AK. I made it home in time to talk to the LT and then I just had to watch “Four Weddings.” It’s a Friday night tradition.
I woke up at 4:30 a.m. sans alarm, got dressed quickly, and was out the door by 5:05. I made a PB&J to eat in the car and brought a Clif bar and Clif Shots with me, not knowing exactly what time I would start running. The nice part about running the last leg of the relay is not having to rush in the morning (if you know what I mean), but the crappy (ha ha) part is you don’t know exactly when to eat or when you’re going to be hungry.
I got to back to the rowdy in plenty of time because I’m a crazy driver, parked in some garage, walked up a few stairs, and bam, there was the start line.

(OK, I’m a terrible person, that photo is from last year. It looked exactly the same this year, I promise.)
I stood around for a while, waited for my team members and my other new friend, Julie, who was running the last leg of the relay after volunteering to take the spot 11 hours prior to the start and hadn’t run in months.

Julie, Becca, new Julie and me (rocking the headband Katie gave me! And my other team members were Ryan and Paul. Paul’s wife, Ann, organized the team and cheered us on. I ran the leg she runs every year, but with baby almost here, I was happy to fill in).
After watching the start (I got that nervous, butterfly feeling that I get when I’m about to start a big race… damn, I can’t wait to be in the CHI), Julie and I went to my car, put our bibs on and ventured out to find the shuttle. We ended up running into two of my Second Sole friends at mile 3 and watched the race for a while. I cheered on a few of my friends that went by, including my awesome running buddy, who was a few miles into her first full. I caught up with our coach/cheerleader Ann and Ryan (who crushed the first leg!) before they went to the next exchange point to meet up with Paul and cheer on Julie.
Then there we were, at the top of Sand Run, 18ish miles into the race. The lead marathoners hadn’t come through yet, but a lot of people were there standing around, talking, sitting in the mud, etc. I had planned on getting some miles in before my turn started, but I knew I’d already be on tired legs anyway (Saturday was day 5 of 6 in a row), so I opted to talk to some strangers and wait.
Soon, the lead relay group came through (from Second Sole… but not our’s. The team was from Canton) and shortly after the lead male marathoner. It was really fun cheering on the marathoners and soon, the 3:05 pace group came through and there was Ryan looking strong! He went on to best his Cleveland Marathon and BQ time and I’d like to think me screaming and jumping up and down at mile 18 helped.
Soon there were more and more numbers being called and I decided to wait by my bib number for Becca to come through. But somehow, I missed “054,” because around the 2:50 mark, I looked up and there she was looking for me. My throwaway shirt was still around my neck and my iPod was in my hands. I tossed the shirt aside, grabbed the slap bracelet and took off. I heard Julie yell, “go Kali!” at me and I started kicking.
Seriously. I broke out at a pace I’d love to run a 10K in (I’ve only run two very hot, humid, disappointing 10K’s in my career). I had no strategy but to pick off other runners and try and get in under 4 hours.
I’ll admit, I felt like a big asshole picking off people who didn’t have a pink “RELAY” bib on their backs, especially if I could tell they were struggling and I was running on fresh legs. But then I kept reminding myself, that’s their journey, I’m on my own journey today and I shouldn’t stop passing people because I feel like a jerk.
I ran up some hills, through Stan Hywet (probably one of my favorite parts of the race), hammed it up and made an ass of myself in front of some race photogs and kept pushing the pace as the miles clicked off.

Stan Hywet. Thanks Google.
I didn’t actually look at my watch much at all. I only saw one mile mark beep and it said 8:01 or something. It made it easier since my watch and the mile markers didn’t match up. Most times I looked down I saw an 07 in the minute column, but never had that “OMG SLOW THE FUCK DOWN” feeling.
Molly was running the relay too and she passed me on Market and I scared her, but I couldn’t help it, I was excited since I hadn’t seen her in a while. On the last hill, I passed Justin, who went on to achieve his goal of running a 4-hour marathon.
Before I really knew it, I had turned the corner and was running down Main Street. I saw Stephanie and her boyfriend cheering and I waved, but my iPod was blaring house music so loud, I couldn’t hear a thing (I know that’s bad, but I was pumped). And then all of a sudden, there I was, entering Canal Park again, about to hit the finish line.
I ran my leg in 1:06:12 (but remember that not being ready at the exchange? That cost me about 45 seconds or so) and crossed the line in 3:58:13.
I picked up medal No. 10 (and ones for the rest of the team), met up with my team and then went to find Joe and chill at Barley House. After some beers, cheering on some marathoners, we headed back to CLE to keep celebrating.

Yet again, probably the most fun I’ve had in a race in a long time. I don’t know what it is about Akron, but two years in a row, I’ve had a really amazing experience there. Maybe it’s a sign I should run the full next year…