The Layover — SEA: Pre-Game
November 21 2018 // Sea-Tac, Washington
I often hear from folks, “I love following along on your trips.” I have the sneaking suspicion that people don’t just love following along, but love living vicariously through my trips. And that is amazing!
I don’t have the opportunities I have right now, without a whole mess of people supporting me. I enjoy bringing everyone along — sitting next to me. Meeting who I meet. It’s part of the fun. I also try to make the most of my trips. What’s the point if you aren’t having fun, and doing stupid shit along the way.
Cue the stupid shit, which will no doubt lead to the fun.
So, when faced with a “do-ably” last minute cheap flight to Sacramento for California International Marathon (CIM) to support a bunch of friends — with a 13 hour layover at Sea-Tac — I jump on that shit like a bouncy castle at a block party. Even if the bouncy castle smells a little like throw up. And we both know the bouncy castle always smells a little like throw up.
Yup, I tried to slip it in there:
13 hour layover at Sea-Tac.
From 6pm ~ 7am Thursday night. That’s why the flight is cheap.
— Bruce Lee
To hell with circumstances, I create opportunities.
Ever the optimist when faced with being held up by others, I am channeling my inner Bruce, and accepting the circumstances of my situation. In fact, making the most of them.
— My Brain
I bet it's a half marathon to the Space Needle from Sea-Tac.
That’s a solid 44 kms, 27 miles, for a return trip…give or take. Right through downtown at the halfway mark. Places will be open for beer. Donut shops have to still be open. Oh the possibilities.
This is all happening in my mind like driving at 90mph on I-5 into downtown Seattle with a Big Carl in my left hand, and the stick shift of an 82 Scirocco damn near red lined in my right, during a typical PNW torrential downpour. Shit’s clipping along at an alarming rate at this point.
But do I “race” it? It’s basically a marathon.
Hell yeah! You Maurten the fuck up and full send that shit.
Are you in shape for a solid marathon?
Maybe this isn’t going to end well?
I can absolutely PB my “marathon time” — it’s part of a 50 km single track race in the mountains. Maybe run a 3:20? What is that per km? I recall reading something somewhere about the marathon not owing you anything. Meh, I’m sure it’s easy enough.
Wait, I’m thinking about this all wrong. Why run fast?
Why stop at a marathon, why not cruise a 50 km? 50 mile? 100 km? How many Maurten 320’s would I need for a 10 hour run? At least two per 90 minutes…
…14 Maurten confirmed fit in the vest…plus beer along the way…yeah…that works…
Really, this is a great chance to test a straight Maurten diet for ten hours under easy effort running. It served me extremely well for six hours in the summer.
Shoot, did I just justify this shit-brained scheme with a logic-based fact finding overnight exploration mission? So no beer? Always beer.
What’s the FKT on an unsanctioned, Sea-Tac layover, bridge attacking, final Thursday evening of November, self supported…50 mile or 100 km?
Yeah, that’s a much better question. I’m in base season. I don’t want to run hard, I want to run far. I want to explore as much — non snow covered — ground as possible. Perhaps not a 100 km, but certainly give myself the chance if things are going well. What about a 50 mile route with an option for 100 km if the #LegsAreFeelinGood?
Is this still a ridiculous idea? Absolutely. But we are well past that point. If you’ve read this far, you’ll be watching the Instagram Live feed like everyone else. Don’t act like you won’t.
- I do own the ADV Skin 12 Set for just this sort of shenanigans and luggage
- I do have ALL night
- I have been resting for a few weeks after a good “long run” training block
- It’s kind of how I roll
- Very Michael Wardian of me. Maybe he would fly out to join?
- #AlwaysBeScouting for Take The Bridge
- Oh the possibilities
80 to 100 sleep deprived, mostly planned’ish, layover through-the-streets-of-Seattle kilometers. Two days before covering a fast marathon pack on a bicycle.
What’s the worst that can happen?
Poor nutrition, worse hydration, getting lost, injured, a hospital visit and a missed connection to Sacramento. The only guarantee will be one hell of a story to tell.
Oh the possibilities indeed.