First I'll start off with the positive stuff. My husband did a fantastic job in his first half marathon, finishing in 2:23! That's 4 minutes faster than my first half. Also, I do believe the kids and I did a kick ass job spectating.
The course is in the shape of a horse shoe with the start and end in different locations. First we hung out at mile 5 until Brad finally came by.
After cheering on a ton of people at mile 5, the kids and I jumped in the car and headed across the horse shoe to mile 10.
We left mile 10 and made our way to the finish line in Fair Park. This is where shit went sour. Or at least for me as a spectator it did. Navigating to Fair Park around the race course was difficult, but expected and I made it with relative ease. As you read this next part you might think I'm over reacting, being dramatic, or that I'm just an out right bitch. You could be right. I don't know.
Anyway, I pull up to the parking lot in Fair Park and what does the sign say?... $10 to park. $10 to park!!!! I rarely have cash on me so I asked if they took credit cards. Of course they didn't. The attendant rudely asked me to make a U turn and find an ATM. Thanks for the help, C U Next Tuesday! I went and found an ATM, reluctantly pulled out $20 and entered the parking area. Once I was in there I had no idea where to go. Brad called me almost right After I parked. He had already finished and been through the corral. I never even went into the post race area. It took over half an hour of the two of describing land marks, and me navigating the chaotic, huge parking lot before we found each other. He jumped in the car, ready to get the hell out of there, and we left. The first place I parked was over a quarter mile from the narrow gate where all the runners and spectators were being funneled out and there were no signs for any of it. Had Brad not called, I could have walked the entire perimeter of the park with kids in tow. And I paid 10 bucks for that shit!
I know it sounds ridiculous that $10 could ruin me forever on Rock And Roll races, but it did. The Cowtown Marathon didn't cost as much as this half. I didn't have to pay for parking at the expo and it was totally feasible to find a free space close to the finish line... AND I got a finisher shirt. R&R races have crazy entrance fees and if you want a finisher shirt you can absolutely have one... for $35. I just feel like they gouge for money at every possible opportunity. The parking thing could very possibly be a city of Dallas thing. If so, maybe R&R needs to move over to Fort Worth. Either way, that one inconvenience ruined me on their races. Of course I blasted my complaint all over their facebook wall. All beware when I go into super bitch mode.