My big event this weekend was my half marathon, of course, but before that there was GrapeFest!
GrapeFest is an annual wine tasting/showcase event in Grapevine, Texas. I’ve always wanted to go, but never worked it out in my schedule until this year! Even so, the timing of my visit wasn’t optimal for my race schedule. I knew that I was taking a risk going to GrapeFest the afternoon before my race, but I figured I would simply rest my legs and drink LOTS of water while relaxing in my hotel room afterwards. Unfortunately, the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and by hell, I mean racing after attending a wine festival.
Our first stop was at the Argentinean tent, where $14 got you tastes of 6 Argentinean wines not available in the US, along with a lovely souvenir wine glass. While we were in line to get our punch card and our glass, a woman tripped on a curb and hit her head. It was quite the dramatic way to begin the event and a good reminder not to drink too much! Thankfully, she was OK and we headed into the tent to wait in line for what seemed like hours to get our first taste of wine. To pass the time, I decided to snap a pic of us….except I kept having technical difficulties. Dara offered to take over and she had technical difficulties. Thank goodness Erica was there, or we would never have gotten a proper picture!
Honestly, I prefer a nice sweet wine, but apparently they don’t like sweet wine in Argentina. I ended up with a dry white something or other that was actually better than I expected.
I wanted to try to catch up my friends from Homestead Winery, so after the forever wait in the Argentina tent we went in search of the tent they were in….with a few pit stops on the way. One VERY worthy stop was at Dr. Sue’s Chocolate, where I fell in love with Midnight Mocha. Chocolate and coffee…merged together. It is divine!
We never did make it to Homestead, but it’s just as well because I have their wine all the time!
After our second stop at the Argentinean wine tent, we scurried across the street to the sparkling wine area. I do love sparkling wine and ended up with another commemorative glass!
After all the wine, we decided we should get something to eat. Only, there wasn’t ANYTHING that was pre-race approved. Erica, aka Stomach of Steel, had a hankering for chili pie. I couldn’t even imagine eating a chili pie. And Dara, bless her heart, because she is from “up North”, has apparently never even eaten a chili pie. Before I even ordered, Erica knew that I would be getting fried pickles because “it is the Texan thing to do”. I ate about half my bowl of pickles then made the sign of the cross and prayed that all this didn’t affect me during the race! Of course, I was still planning to drink tons of water. Good intentions, right??
Runner friends protect clumsy runner friends
After the woman tripping on curb and hitting her head event, Erica took it upon herself to be my personal protector for the remainder of the day. I think she felt a little guilty about leaving me unattended for a few days (which is when I ended up doing the stupid single leg dead lifts). She also knows how clumsy I am and that I don’t always watch where I’m going. I’m probably not much different than the kids she teaches in preschool. #sadbuttrue Every time we approached a curb or anything else that I could trip over or run into, Erica pointed it out to me. If only she had been around to point out the folly in my choice to do those dead lifts…..my hamstrings are still angry!
It was a wonderful time with wonderful friends, though, so the race day stomach issues and dehydration was totally worth it!