Well we got down to the front desk this morning and the girl at the front desk looked at me like I was effing crazy and said, "You want a tuk-tuk NOW???" Uh yeah. I want a damn tuk-tuk now! Well apparently we couldn't get a tuk-tuk now, so instead the security guard drove us to the race on his motorcycle. Yes. All three of us were on one motorcycle.
Holy shit, this was quite the production. I KNOW I was the only American woman there. There were a few other farangs (foreigners) around but they looked German and really pissy. Registering was not as painful as I thought it'd be. The part where every TV/newspaper/other media person present kept snapping pictures of me was probably the most annoying part of it all. I even tried hiding and sure enough, some dude found me and did an interview with me. I'm not exactly sure what this was for but he asked me shitloads of questions; everything from where I was from to how much racing I did to what I thought about this race (like I have any clue)...blah blah blah.
Anyway, the course was beautiful. We ran past shitloads of ruins and Buddhist temples. I finished in 50-something minutes, which isn't bad, considering the fact that I was pouring sweat by the 2K marker. There were lots of water available, but judging from the way my stomach feels right now, I have a feeling I shouldn't have been drinking it.
It's reassuring to know that runners are the same everywhere. People pissing along the course...people getting in my damn way while I'm trying to set a pace....people grabbing water glasses and then whipping them against the ground when they're finished. One thing that's different....my running bib/number is made of some kind of cloth-material. And the food they have available afterwards is MUCH better than store-bought cookies, M&M's, and potato chips. I took a bunch of pictures and added them to the photo gallery.
And holy shit! The coolest part of the race. I started the race next to a Thai blind man. He was running with someone else...and accidentally bumped into me. Which is how we got talking. They both knew perfect English. What an inspiring story. This dude has run full marathons before. JAYSUS. (Confession: I saw him ahead of me at one point and was thinking...there is no way in hell a blind guy is beating me. Yeah. I suppose that's kind of an asshole thing to think. But it did make me run faster.)