I swoon for the swoosh

Being a hippie I hate to admit to loving something as corporate as
Nike.  But seriously, sometimes I see the Nike logo, and can’t help but tingle all over, especially when it is race weekend and the message is female empowerment.

[run like a girl photo]

Makes my heart go pitter patter.

On Friday I went into the city for some fun (to pick up my race day packet, bib number, and get some pampering).  Hello, freebies!!!  Smoothies, manicures, pedicures, massages, not to mention the samples from Kashi, Luna, Safeway, Ghirardelli, Say Yes to Carrots, and so many more I couldn’t keep track!

Cycling to power the smoothie blending!!

Naturally, I stopped into the Nike store (I was in Union Square already, how could I resist)…and wouldn’t you know it, I left $100 lighter.  I got a sweet NikeFIT running shirt though, and  the 3/4 length spandex pants that I have been wanting forever.

Super cute, right?  Plus, my parents said it could be my birthday present, so it’s all good in the hood wallet.

Oh, and did I mention my NAME was on the outside of the Nike store?  It was so neat to see all the runners’ names on the store front.  I got chills (or maybe that was just my nerves).  Either way, it was neat.

Clearly I’m obsessed because then on Saturday, while I was shopping for wedding dresses (also in San Francisco), we made our way back to the Expo in Union Square. 

In the interest of time, I am going to gloss over the SERIOUS disaster that my iPod added to my pre-race preparation.  OMG.  I was not in the mood to deal with this shiz.  To make a long, stressful story short shorter, my nano kept freezing all Friday/Saturday, and despite my numerous attempts to reboot it, (which included but was not limited to restoring it to factory settings, restarting it, and throwing it across the room praying for it to just give me another 24 hours), I was still S.O.L.  The nice Apple employee suggested I “borrow” an iPod for the day, so next thing I knew I was leaving the Apple store with a brand new shuffle.  Not exactly the most calm and collected pre-race ritual.  Whatevs.  I’m going to return it tomorrow and just pay the $10 restocking fee and deal with my janky nano when I get back to NYC.

Come race day I was all ready with my pre-packed goodies.

I spent the night at my sister’s apartment since she lives in SF, and she gave me a ride to the race that morning. 

For someone who used to live in SF, I certainly have selective memory because HOLY HILLS.  How did I forget about the insane climbs that seem to never end.  I felt like I wasn’t moving for miles on end, and then I would finally reach the top of a hill and BAM, the sea breezes sheets of wind would stop me dead in my tracks.  So much for beating my last half marathon time.  Still, it was a really fun race with a GORGEOUS view the entire time long and a fabulous crowd cheering us on from the sidelines the entire time.  I had a blast.

After I crossed the finish line I collected my Tiffany’s necklace and other treats, then headed to the massage tent (sweeeeet)!!!  My sister picked me up after I was loose and snapped a photo from her car window.  Hawt.  Thank goodness she didn’t zoom.  I was hid.

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