1. Packet pick up.Check
2. Easy mile to keep run streak up but not get too tired. Check
3. Restorative Yoga. Check
4. Water, pasta and cheesy reading. Check
5. Overnight oats prepared. Check.
6. Set out fuel, hydration and clothes for the race. Check.
Well after I got everything done I headed to bed around 10pmish. I didn't sleep great but I was up at 6:30.
My stomach was totally off (nerves I am sure) so I packet my stuff including my oatmeal hoping I could eat it on the way or when I got there. This did not happen. I choked down one of my honey stingers to be sure I had some sort of fuel. I was getting out of the car and putting on my running jacket and headphones when I discovered I forgot my bib. WHAT THE FUCK?!?! REALLY??? Luckily I was able to get a new one but at a race with 1200 people it was super crowded, freezing and I genuinely just wanted to go home. After I got my new bib I got onto the porto potty line and then headed to the start. I did get to see Joe and JoAnn to say hi which was nice because I am just so tired of being at races alone.
Off to the start line.
Gun went off and we started. I knew I wanted to stay slow and steady and with the wind that was not hard. We made the first turn and headed West and it was like we were in a wind tunnel. Almost right away I was tired, my legs, my lungs and my mind. There were a lot of people around me all chatting with friends like they were just walking and I just felt so alone and wanted to be done. I actually thought seriously about stopping. I have done about 100 races in just a year and a half with not one DNF. ( I had 2 DNS 1 for illness and 1 for weather) At mile 2.5 or so the first water stop came so I tried 2 clif blocks to see if that would help. To be honest I am not sure if they helped or not I didn't feel better but I just kept trudging along. At about mile 4.5 I got two nice boosts. First was a woman with THE BEST SIGN EVER that said "I am a newbie and you inspire me" Just just kept thanking everyone as we went by and then I heard my name get called and I looked to see Dave and Joe of Team LIMA heading back but they gave me a "way to go" and it did put a bit of wind in my sail. I also knew I was almost half way done.
Now many of you know I am a hussy with many many boyfriends who all have 4 legs :) Gilbert Bermudez is one of the first and closest to my heart, he is ginger and fat after all.
|Photo stolen from his Dad Andre's FB page|
|This looked prettier in real life....nice picture of the water lol|
At around 8.5 or 9 miles I felt something in my shoe, I thought about stopping to get it out but my neuromas were killing me and I was afraid that if I took my shoe off it would hurt more after I put it back on so I just dealt with it. I made the last turn and FINALLY saw the finish line and as I was getting closer I caught up to George who seemed to be fading so I told him "Come on George, you have never let me win before don't start now!!" and we both sprinted to the finish line. He thanked me for that which made me smile. I know I actually could have pushed harder but for some reason I just wanted him to cross with me or even a step ahead. I grabbed a water, realized I hadn't hit my watch and nike+ so I shut them off and kicked off my shoe, well there was nothing in it except a huge blister. My legs were tightening up fast so I knew I needed to walk so I headed back to the brewery, grabbed some food and headed home. I looked for some friends but it was just so damn crowded and I felt like shit so I just left. I didn't get the "I feel great now that it is over" that I usually get after a run and that scares me I am not going to lie.
I walked back to my car and just sat on the heated seat for a second when I finally decided that I had to look to see what my time was....
|Even with forgetting to turn it off I was under 2 hours...yay. Official time was 1:58:18|
(George was 1:58:45 so I did finally beat a 80 year old man LOL)
After I showered I decided to check out my splits and even with a lot of walking in the second half I stayed pretty even.
I have been on the couch most of the day just napping, catching up on some shows and being on the computer. I have also been wallowing in self pity and the thought of quitting running has actually gone thorough my head a few times today. I am not going to I know this but I am rethinking the run streak, even with doing a couple days a week of just an easy mile I might not be getting the rest a body needs, I am going to be 40 after all this year and before May of 2011 I really never was all that active. I have a 5k tomorrow as part of the winter run series and I have decided that I am not going to set my alarm, if I get up in time, great but if I sleep late that is OK too. The 5k is at 11 and only 15 min from my house so I will have to be very tired to sleep through it.
Now I know we have all had disappointing races/runs but this one seemed to be worse that any before. Have you ever thought about quitting? How have you gotten past it? One of my first blog posts was about if there is such a thing as a bad run.....what do you think? You can check out that post Here