My parents and I arrived in Newport the night before the race, checked into the hotel (across from the casino) and headed out to the shops along the waterfront.  It is a very nice area - I could definitely see the New York and New Jersey "money" (and hear it).  It's a little touristy, but also a little ritzy.  There are enormous yachts as well as cars I've never heard the names of before - there was an Aston Martin parked near we had dinner - it was getting a lot of attention.  It was kind of fun to watch people take selfies and such with it.  Soon enough, it was time for dinner - my parents had reservations at 22 Bowen's Wine Bar & Grille - a bit out of my price range, but they were paying.  I had the Statler Chicken because it would be easy on my pre-race stomach...and I couldn't help but try the clam chowder.  The chowder had a lemony zest too it, which was different.  It was good chowder, but not the best I've ever had.  The chicken was good as well - very moist and flavorful.  I'm a picky eater, so that's a rave review from me.  I made sure to hydrate before, during and after the meal - not making that mistake again.  We walked and shopped a little more after dinner (found a tank top!) and I salivated over all the people eating ice cream.  I knew I had to wait until after the race, so I was a good boy.  I also bought a really cool nautically-inspired bracelet from Lemon & Line (pictured on right).  We headed back to the hotel and I went to bed around 11pm, setting my alarm for 6am.

I kept waking up before the alarm, but I resolved to not get up.  I did check my phone for the time (to see if it matched the room clock) and noticed that the battery was almost dead.  I had plugged it in, so I thought that was strange.  The charger had fallen out of the outlet - boo!  I plugged it back in, saw that it was charging, went back to bed and soon enough, it was 6am.  I laid out everything the night before (except my running watch, which I did end up forgetting - lesson learned!), so it didn't take me long to get ready, say "goodbye" to my parents, and head across the street to the shuttles waiting at the casino.  I got to the shuttles at 6:27am, and ended up finally catching one at like 6:51...there was a long line when I got there, and an even longer one when I left.

When they dropped us off, the lines for the port-a-potties were so long, I figured "forget it," but as time wore on, I decided I should try anyway (I had already "gone" twice that morning) - runner's stomach.  When I got into the port-a-potty, no toilet paper!  Another lesson learned...I guess I should always have some on me in case.  I ended up not going to the bathroom, didn't want to get in another line, but I ended up being okay in the intestinal department.  Despite this setback, the sunrise was beautiful.

Using some of the last of my phone battery, I was texting my parents during this time to see if they had boarded a shuttle, and they had, but not soon enough to see me start the race.  It was about this time that I realized I forgot my Garmin running watch.  Ugh...luckily, I had my phone - oh wait, it didn't charge overnight.  Luckily, I had my iPod, so I used the timer on that! 

The National Anthem played and soon enough, we were off.  The beginning of the course was through a wooded, residential (I use that term loosely...it was like where I live, a house every 200 yards) area, but that soon opened up to waterfront running.  I snapped a photo here with my dying phone, but I guess it didn't save it because I couldn't find it later.  That was unfortunate, because it was gorgeous - lots of boats and then the bridge - you should've been there.

I kept running through more residential areas, a few people cheering here and there, including a man in a Viking helmet.  I was anticipating the curve in the course, and the long, long, long straightaway ahead of that (see course map to the right).  It eventually appeared...and so did the Viking (again! and again!  and again!).  I figured out what he was doing...driving ahead, getting out of his car, flipping his sign over (it was a large "notepad") with oft-seen-at-a-race, inspiring messages like: WORST PARADE EVER - Run now. Beer later. - and more that I forget.  I was running about a 10 minute mile pace at this point, and I was very proud of myself.  Unfortunately, I must have stopped the timer after checking my time at mile 5, because at mile 6, it still read "50:33."  Oh well, I soldiered on...vowing to remember to add about 12 minutes (to be safe) onto the time displayed.

This was my first race with earphones all the whole time.  There was not as much to see as London, and not as much to "do" as Disney, and I was glad to have the music.  It definitely kept me going.  For not much training, I did surprisingly well.  I never once felt like stopping.  I would grab the water as I ran by; I ate my gels every 45 minutes; and I was keeping about a 10:30 minute pace.  I learned my lesson from London (finally, a lesson I had already learned!) and brought my own water (belt).  I was thankful to have this, because I felt well hydrated the whole race, and after it as well.  Just before mile 8, I did a double take on my watch, I calculated my time at about 75 minutes, but I had not seen a mile 7 marker.  There wasn't one - a fact I confirmed at the finish line when I explained not seeing it to my parents and another runner said there wasn't one.  Good, I wasn't hallucinating.

Around mile 9, I started to feel a little tired.  And then, a lovely person decided to set up a sprinkler in her front yard that sprayed on the road!  There was another one at mile 11...and they both felt magnificent.  At this point, the morning "chill" of 60 degrees had worn off and it was definitely approaching 70 at 9am.  I checked my time again and realized with three miles left that I was on pace to possibly beat my PR...if I calculated that missing mile's time correctly.

My fellow runners and I emerged from the trees to the sight of the ocean and the Newport Bridge (again - but from the other side - pictured on left) and I knew I was close to the finish.  As I passed the marker for mile 11, I did the math again.  It was going to be close.  I started to pick up the pace a little and continued to feel good.  I finished my water at mile 11 and realized I was going to finish.  This thought is always a good feeling, and a leg booster as well.  I steadily increased my pace and once I could see the finish line, I felt like I was flying.  I saw my parents waving ahead, and my happiness increased a thousand fold.  This was the first race they had seen since high school.  I kept sprinting - it felt like sprinting anyway - to the finish.  And it was over.  I had my medal, grabbed my water and Gatorade and started chugging.  I was so happy.  I was pretty sure that I had a PR.  There was some food at the finish, but I stuck with the fluids.  I took a selfie with my medal (very Purdy - see below) and looked over at the bay...lots of runners up to their thighs in the water.  It seemed like a good idea, but I had a shuttle ride and walk back to the hotel.  My parents caught up with me...and my Dad showed me his phone.  He had been tracking me with a new app, and I got my PR!  2:21:54.  Woo hoo!  We said hello to some old friends - hello, Erica and Tarin! - and boarded the shuttle.

I showered, found a breakfast place on Yelp (Corner Café), which was really busy, but very good - and had the best breakfast in a long, long time.  I think food always tastes better after a race, but this was heaven.  We hit downtown again and a few shops on the way home, and I visited my grandmother at the nursing home before visiting hours ended.

I had a lovely little jaunt with my parents down to Rhode Island, and can add it to the list of states where I've run a half marathon.  My new (life) goal is to run a half marathon in every state.  That's kind of how I ended up running this one in the first place.  I decided the half marathon was the ideal distance to still be a challenge, but not wreck my body...and since I don't love swimming or biking, triathlons were out.  So...a half in every state, here I come.