Princess Runner

This is part two of my Danskin Chicagoland experience. To read part one, go here: Danskin Chicagoland Part I.

During the night, I kept waking up every few hours, something I do anytime I have to get up early for something. The alarm had been set for 4:00 a.m. because I was worried that we would encounter the insane amount of traffic that we had on Saturday and didn’t want to miss out on having plenty of time to set up my transition area, which would close at 6:30. However, I woke up at 2:45 and could not fall back asleep so I went into the other room (it was a small suite) and watched two episodes of Roseanne (David secretly moves in with Darlene and Dan has lunch with an old flame) while having some food. I then put on my sunscreen, freaked out a bit when my number ran down my arm, and then got dressed. I re-checked my bag three times before waking Prince E up at 3:50am as visions of a full parking lot danced in my head.

We left pretty shortly after that, maybe 4:15 or so. Back in February when I originally signed up for the Danskin Triathlon, I remembered thinking of how potentially hot the weather could be come July 13th. I was shocked that the high for the day was in the 70s and I was actually chilly prior to the event. I remarked to Prince E the irony that an event in July would be approximately 20 degrees cooler than the marathon last year which was in October. Weather is a strange thing.

We went to get on the highway (the hotel was a few exits away from the mall/parking lot) only to discover that the on-ramp was closed! It was not that big of a deal, though, because there was an access road that paralleled the highway and we were able to get where we needed to be. Although I had envisioned a parking lot filled with hyper women, when we got to the mall it was practically empty. There were maybe 25 cars there.

We quickly got all of our things together and began the mile and half or so walk to the race start area. It was not soon after we began that I realized that despite my extensive planning, there was one thing I forgot: insect repellent. Given that we were walking down a highway next to a marshy area, it was still pitch black out, and I had on sweet smelling sunscreen, I was a prime target for the mosquitoes. We walked and swatted bugs away left and right. Prince E had an emergency rain jacket in his bag, so he was a bit more protected than I was. I tried jogging, but the mosquitoes still ate me and it made it more difficult to swat them. We finally got to the race site, but not before I had acquired 23 bites (yes, we counted). There were several on my neck which would get a horrified reaction from the EMT at the medical tent when I inquired about anti-itch cream (they didn’t have any because their supplies had not yet arrived, given that it was not even 5:30 yet).
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My Danskin Chicagoland 2008 experience is so chocked-full of exciting goodness, I had to break it into two parts. This is part one, which covers the events of the day before the race. To just skip to the race report, go here.

Although the event is billed as “Chicagoland,” it is actually in Pleasant Prairie, Wisconsin. I did not realize it until we got there, but I have actually been to Pleasant Prairie once before. Prince E and I stopped there on our way home from Milwaukee in May 2006 to visit the Jelly Belly Factory. The bike course of the event actually passed by the Jelly Belly building, but it was too early in the day to stop off for some candy.

On Saturday, we had to go to the race site to pick up my race packet. The race website had all of these rules about when you could pick-up packets and all of these warnings about the importance of the course talk. According to these rules (which were not followed at all), I would not be able to get my packet until 12:30, based on my last name. I decided to go to the 10:30 course talk and so we planned to arrive at the site at 10. Which we did. Which would have been fine, but there were thousands of other people there and we had to park 1/2 mile away. Coincidentally enough we parked right by where the next day’s swim start would be, although I didn’t know it at the time.

We walked the half mile to the building, me quickly weaving my bike in and out of everyone else walking the same way because I did not want to be late to the all important course talk. When we got there, I could not take my bike into the building, so I propped it up on something outside, which is what everyone else did. I thought everyone was so trusting and left Prince E to guard my bike while I went inside. I was immediately directed to go pick up my packet (even though it was only 10:20 and my last name starts from A-M!!) There was no waiting at all. I then called Prince E and had him come in to hear the course talk because it was too hot outside for him to be waiting with my bike and I thought there would be IMPORTANT THINGS discussed that he, as my official photographer should hear.

The course talk was not so much a course talk, but a 20 minute lesson on how and where to park on Sunday. He went over all the different options repeatedly and made me really stress out about something as simple as parking. He then said that most of the roads were closed during the bike course, but a couple were not (which caused me to worry more, even though I was not passed by a single car during the race). He said there was a patch of road that was rough and then mentioned that the course was nice with rolling hills, so it won’t be boring and flat. As though hills are fun. The talk was really a waste of my time. I had reviewed the maps online and that, coupled with driving the bike course later, was more than enough info on the course.

After the talk, I went and got my body marked with my race number and picked up the above shirt, tote bag, and special chip holder (that I had completely forgotten that I had ordered when I registered). Getting my body marked on Saturday was another waste of my time, because I had to get it re-marked on Sunday morning because my spray sunscreen made the whole thing run down my arm. I racked my bike, following Running Jayhawk’s advice and getting as close as I could to the bike in/bike out. (By the way, she had a fabulous race and shaved TWENTY FOUR minutes off her time from last year). Racking my bike there was definitely a plus, because I cannot move very fast when wearing my bike shoes and you have to run with your bike inside the transition area.

After leaving the mayhem that was packet pick-up we went and had lunch and then went to the Prime Outlet because that is where we had decided to park at the next day. We realized that we had been at the mall before on that previous Jelly Belly trip. We then went out and drove the bike course. It was hillier than I expected and I took note of the one rough patch that the course director had mentioned and knew it would not be fun the next day.

We then went to our hotel and later went out to dinner at Cracker Barrel, where I got this fabulous hat for 80% off, meaning it was only $5. I wore it the rest of the night and I don’t think that Pleasant Prairie was ready for such fabulousness.

Back at the hotel, I decided I should go to bed at 9:00, but probably did not fall asleep until around 10:00 p.m. Sunday’s events are in Part II.