… except we kind of forgot to bring the car.
Otherwise known as “The Walk,” the 10.6 mile Big Sur International Marathon event for non-runners and wimps.
Just kidding about the wimps part. 10.6 miles is not exactly a walk in the park. It is, however, a walk along the most spectacular coastline in the world, with NO CARS on the road!
Here we are, just 20 minutes into our journey:*
L-R: Carol, Paula, CrankyBeach
(For those of you familiar with Highway 1, those cypresses in the background are the ones that surround the entrance to Garrapata State Park.)
Don’t ask me what’s up with this expression on my face. That’s what my face was doing when Carol snapped the shutter.
Those little tiny dots on the road in the distance are the walkers who got that far ahead of us after only 20 minutes on the road. (And we weren’t exactly dawdling ourselves.)
Here’s a shot of the third oncoming marathon runner. (I forgot to turn around and snap pictures of the first two.) The routine was, a course marshall came through on his mountain bike and warned all of us to move to the far left, runner coming through. (As best I can tell reading the results web page, this guy actually finished 14th at the end.)
We walkers acted as a moving cheering section for the runners. That barn in the background is the one at Garrapata.
At the end of the race, I noted that my pedometer was a full mile short, which means I need to recalibrate it. It also means that all the walks I have been taking have actually been longer than I thought.
Local friend and frequent commenter Bill (who ran a leg of the relay event) was the one who told me to be sure and bring the camera, because on foot with no cars is the ONLY way to really see the scenery on this road. He was right. As it turned out, I took very few pictures. Oh well.
I learned something. I learned that while walking uphill (the last hill, as a matter of fact, the one between the little red schoolhouse and Ribera Road) at full pace, it is very, very hard to sing along with the bagpiper across the road. But I gave it a shot, since he was playing a song I had requested (“Scottish Soldier”).
And I have to say that, sore feet and legs notwithstanding, walking that last gauntlet down the chute, inside the barricades, with people stacked up 5 or 6 deep on the other side, all clapping and cheering us on (walkers to the left, runners to the right) was even more fun than walking the red-carpet gauntlet at the Emmys. I hadn’t earned anything to walk that gauntlet at the Emmys; I had earned the Marathon gauntlet by walking 10.6 miles. After we crossed the finish line, they handed each of us a “medal.” It’s just ceramic, on a cheap leather thong, but I stuck it around my neck and wore it proudly. Our finishing time? About 3 1/2 hours.
After they issued us our “medals” they handed us cups of water, and ushered us into a big tent where there were snacks. Instead of making us overload our hands with all the goodies (or graze along the tables, thus holding up the hungry folks behind us) they gave us little to-go boxes. We had fruit cups, little bags of baby carrots, raisins, muffins, bagels, cookies, candy bars, bananas, oranges, apples, strawberries, and canned fruit juice. And bottled water. We gathered our goodies and went to sit on a curb to inhale them.
Not long after we boarded a bus to go back to the downtown parking garage where we had left our cars at 6 a.m., and from there it was a quick trip home. I settled down on my bed with a book–and conked out until about 4 o’clock, still in my sweat pants. I had planned to go to a concert that a friend was playing in, but I slept right through it. (Sorry, Caro, if you’re reading this; now you know I had a good excuse.)
The whole thing was such a blast I can’t wait to do it again next year!
*UPDATE: I lied. That was more like an hour and 20 minutes into the walk… The time-stamp on the digital camera is an hour off because I forgot to change it to daylight savings time. My bad. So sue me.