Me Coming in and ready to bonk
Unbelievable. 15.5 miles! There were some really good things about this race and some really bad things. My true goal was to finish with an official time (while the chip timer was still up). Everything from the race brochures to the internet site said that the course would close at 3 hours and 30 minutes, so that is what I was striving for. Before the race began, Beverly, Jannelle, Jenn and I walked around the block a few times so that we could warm up. This way we would be able to start out faster. The start line was on the north side of the Wortham Center. Most of the runners were under the "bridge" part and the din of their talking was so loud you could barely hear the gun go off. Jannelle and Jenn, who are in the red runners group, and I crossed the start line 1 minute and 3 seconds into the race. We started out at a pretty good pace, running up hill past the Aquarium facility on Memorial Drive. My pace for the first mile was a 12.5 minute mile by the gun, which meant 11.5 minutes. When I heard the time called out, I realized that I had started way too fast, but I figured I would try to keep it up and bank my time. Jenn passed us early on, and then I wound up passing both of them and spent the rest of the race by myself. I kept catching up with Jacque until the last loop, when she left me in the dust. I kept up a good pace for the first two loops (the course was a 3 loop course, from downtown to Shepherd to downtown 3 times).On the third loop, I took a potty break (there were porta-cans along the way), and although I was in and out pretty fast, it did impact my time. It got really hot on the last loop and by mile 14 it was clear that there was no way I would make it in by 3 hours and 30 minutes. That last mile and a half was the toughest thing I have ever done (with the exception of child birth). I kept asking myself if I was crazy for being out here- questioning whether or not I could really do the Marathon in January. I kept thinking how easy it would be to just stop where I was and wait for someone to come along and pick me up. But I kept going, figuring I would get in when I got in. As I came over the bridge to downtown, I saw that the finish line was still up and the mat was still down. I picked up my speed as best as I could and made it over the mat at 3 hours and 38 minutes (my chip time was actually 1 minute and 3 seconds less). Stan was at the finish line. You can see by the photo that I was ready to collapse. Thank goodness he was there. Jacque and husband Mike were there, too, to welcome me in. After I rehydrated and ate something, I started to feel better, but knew I wouldn't be able to drive home for a while. I thought about getting Stan to drive us back and then coming later to retrieve the other car, but I was able to get a massage from Wes in fairly short time, and that got me back on my feet, literally and figuratively.
What was bad about the race? It was not walker/slow runner friendly; the signage along the route was really confusing, so it was hard to tell how far you had actually gone; on the last loop the pace callers were not calling out the right numbers, and there were some music stations along the way that were blasting music so loudly that it hurt your ears and head when you passed by (I'll have to remember to bring ear plugs next race). There were a number of people who finished the race, but did not get an official time because they rolled the mats in after 3 hours and 40 minutes. So, what was good about the race? I finished with a PR (personal record) of a 14.05 minute mile (my pace was 14.33 at the 20K) and an official time. I had no pain (just overall exhaustion). The places that had been hurting me during other races (my piriformis and my right knee) did not hurt at all. I attribute this to a massage on Friday, 2 Advils at the beginning of the race and the warm-up before the race. I learned a few things that will help with the next race and the Marathon - warming up BEFORE the race makes a big difference; starting out too fast is not a good thing (I guess the old adage "slow and steady wins the race" has some validity); since there will be small hills on the Marathon course, I need to train for them. During the race, I had 3 Hammergels, one every hour. I'm sure they helped, but I need to find something else in addition, that will be more sustaining. I need to have a better hydration system since I ran out of water at mile 13 (luckily the water station at mile 15 was still open) and I need to do some more visualization work to keep me strong at the end.
After I got home, I showered and we went out for Brunch. When we got home after eating, I crashed. I took a nap and stayed in bed for most of the day.
What's amazing is that things always seem easier in retrospect. I guess I just need to remember that when I hit any tough spots, whether it be in training or life in general.
Hallelujah!(Photo by Karen Thibodeaux)