Where do I begin? Yesterday (Saturday), Saul, Gray Bob and I arrived in Austin around noon-time and went to the Convention Center to pick up our race packets. We checked into our hotels, Bob at the Hampton Inn at I-35 and 183 and Saul and I at the Hilton Garden Suites about 5 miles North. Bob visited with some friends that evening and Saul and I met Jacque and her husband, Mike at the Official Pasta Dinner to hear Running Guru Jeff Galloway speak.
This morning I woke up about 3am with a really bad headache. I took some Excedrin and when I woke up again at 4am it was gone, but I had an extremely upset stomach.
At around 5am I went out the side door of the hotel to put some things in the car and promptly slipped on the ice and went sliding down to the ground. Everything was covered with ice, including my car. After warming up the car for 10 minutes and finally getting the ice off the windshields, Saul and I headed to Bob's hotel taking 183 South. As I came over a hill on the freeway, I saw flares, two Police cars and two cars turned the wrong way on the freeway. As I began to brake, the car went into a skid and the brakes would not work. Talk about seeing your life flash in front of you! When the car finally stopped, it was about 2 feet from the embankment and about 5 feet from one of the police cars. It turned out that the police car had rammed into one of the cars that had skidded. The officer told me to try to navigate around the cars and try to get off the freeway. Just as I started to move, a car coming up from the rear lost control and crashed into a car behind me. Within seconds we heard the pop, pop, pop of multiple car crashes, but luckily got away unscathed from what quickly became an 8 car pile-up.
The stress of that situation and the strobes from the police cars triggered my earlier headache and it rapidly became a migraine, the only one I have had since July. We picked Bob up at his hotel and proceeded to the start line which was at the Freescale Facility at Parmer and Anderson Mill. The traffic was unbelievably backed up because of the weather. There were thousands of cars and shuttle buses trying to get to the facility. We somehow managed to make it to the parking lot a little past 7am, after finding out from a police officer that the race start had luckily been delayed until 7:30am.
We barely made it out of the car to the the potty line and out in time to get in line for the start. I was bundled up with tights, shorts, 2 long sleeved shirts, a thin jacket, my FBF singlet on top and then covered with my trusty Wal Mart raincoat. On my head I had a headband/ear muff and hat, and a scarf, plus the hood of my raincoat. Along with my gloves I was able to stay pretty warm.
We were at the back of the pack and didn't cross the start line until about 10 minutes or so after the gun start. Bob and I started out together, walking and running, but by mile one I told him to go on without me. The throbbing in my head was really bad and the running made it worse. My headache remedy hadn't kicked in yet, so I resigned myself to walking on my own. The course was strewn with a lot of really nice clothes that had been discarded and a few runners "went shopping" and picked up some items.
The Back of The Start Line
The first 19 miles of the course were mostly downhill with some gradual sloping uphill. At mile 10 (the same marker where Judy fell in the Houston race), I saw an elderly lady slip on a sidewalk and take a fall. I rushed over to help her and slipped, too. She was staying in the hotel that was at the upcoming curve and had decided to go for a walk. I held on to her and helped her walk very slowly to her hotel. That added about 15 minutes to my time, but the good Samaritan in me was glad that I was able to help her. Shortly after that I hooked up with two ladies who were doing the Half Marathon and walked and chatted with them for the next 3 miles. One of the ladies was from Austin and the other from Boston.
Once they reached the Half Marathon cut-off I was on my own again. The next 13.1 miles were pretty uneventful except for the cold and wind and the gravel mix that kept flying into my shoes. Around mile 19, the hills started getting steeper. There were 2 substantial hills towards the end, one downtown and the other around mile 24.
Just after mile 24 I saw Terrell who was on the course looking for her husband, Coach Randy. Jacque called me right after I ran into Terrell and told me that she and Mike were walking towards me from mile 26 and would meet me and walk me in. Whe hooked up at mile 25 and I really enjoyed their company. It made that last mile so much easier. Saul was waiting for me at mile 26 and took my things so that I could look semi-decent for my finish line photo. The clock time showed 7:24:56, and for some reason my chip time, which should have been at least 8 to 10 minutes better, has not shown up on the results report. The finisher's medal is really cool. I haven't really looked at the finisher's shirt yet (they had run out of the smaller sizes and only had xtra large). When I got to the food tent, they had already closed down, so we stopped at I-Hop, had breakfast and headed home.
Approaching the Finish Line (Jacque and Mike in the Background)
With my second Marathon under my belt, I think it can only go uphill from here.