One of the best things about races weekends is the road trip with race buddies. Jeri and I were lucky enough to head to Fargo for yet another racing weekend. We’ve pretty much got it down – she rolls into town, we grab lunch (this time-delicious bagel sandwiches) and the road with racing on our mind.
Upon being literally blown north to Fargo, we managed to get to the expo without getting lost – I think I’m finally getting that city figured out. It was a bit windy:
It was small expo since it’s a fairly small event so packet pick-up was smooth sailing and took about 30 seconds. There was really only one vendor but they took the cake. The Fargo Running Company had set up some gear and were actually having some crazy good sales-50% off sale prices. So, even though I’m trying not to think about winter running (AT.ALL.) just yet, I scored a super sweet pair of turbo warm running tights for less than $24 (retail: $85)-color this girl excited. While I’m excited to use them, I can certainly wait a few weeks or hopefully months!
After, taking care of race necessaries – we headed to our hotel. Two blocks away. This is when we realized we had perfectly executed race weekend accomodations. The start and finish were literally outside our front door. So perfect. And the hotel was super reasonably priced, clean and overall pretty never mind the whirlpool was under construction and we had both packed proper attire to enjoy it 😦
So we got settled in and immediately focused on our hunger – we were off to “our” Fargo pre-race restaurant: Toscana. I had an amazing bowl of seafood pasta – while I’m trying to transition my eating to a more natural diet I have figured out just yet what to eat pre-race and indulged in my tried and true angel hair. We enjoyed our romantic booth for two and our ridiculously funny waiter Giovanni or as our ticket said “Jon”. We won’t tell 😉
We were pumped for an early bed/relaxing night as we walked back to our hotel-we were conveniently located for everything that weekend! Except maybe Scheels. Upon laying out our race gear and perfecting our playlists, around 8:30p someone realized they had packed three tank tops but no shorts. Ooops! We sprung into action, grabbed the keys and headed across Fargo to get Jeri some beloved tempo shorts thus she did not have to run in her newly purchased winter running tights-crisis averted!
Fast-forward to post race (read about the ACTUAL race here) and happy runner girls. Since we were staying another night there was no need for a hurried shower and check out. We hurried anyway because there was Mexican to be consumed!
This is also where I consumed the world’s longest taco. Thankfully I wasn’t able to finish off the monster platter of Mexican goodness but did enjoy a well-deserved margarita. Nothing tastes quite as good as Mexican goodies post-race.
After filling our hungry tummys we headed back to downtown to enjoy the Oktoberfest happenings. Unfortunately, even though my navigation skills had been stellar up until this point it took some wandering around to find it. We told ourselves that the walking was good recovery for the racing legs.
We finally found it and were able to enjoy yummy Oktoberfest beer and weiner dog races! That did not help my want for another dog (which I don’t need AT ALL.).
We were also informed that if we visited each of the establishments participating in the beer tour we could earn another medal. Color us pumped – we like a little bling!
Fast forward to several sad realizations – one of the bars participating, was in our hotel. Ugh. We could have started there. Another realization: we walked past several of the others while wondering around looking for the main area. Double ugh. Third realization: after having most of our stamps collected (don’t worry: beer was not consumed at all of them, thankfully that wasn’t a requirement!) one of the bartenders casually mentioned, “Oh, you know they’ve been out of medals for quite some time, right?” Uh, no. Lame.
Thankfully we found new friends and were able to “borrow” some for picture-taking and participation purposes. Luckily we have the better medal to keep anyway. And don’t let this fool you, we had a perfectly grand time-it was the perfect afternoon/night for enjoying Oktoberfest.
Also cool-we had special green mugs for running that day. Everyone else had orange – we win.
We closed our night with some super yummy pizza from a local joint. All-in-all a successful weekend of racing, Oktoberfest-ing and road-tripping. The best part is, the next race weekend Jeri and I have together will be with our other racing buddy-Jenn! Only 37 more days, but who’s counting 🙂