The first thing I would like to say about this race is that Team Ortho put on a great event. The packet pick-up was quick and painless, bag-drop and start was organized, the course was beautiful (but kind of hilly), there were plenty of water stops, and the finish area/gear pick-up was well orchestrated. A special kudos goes out to all the great volunteers on and off the course 🙂
I don’t really know what to tell you about my race. I went into this with less training than normal. My longest run was 9.5 miles. I was only running twice a week the past few weeks. I didn’t feel prepared. At. All. BUT, I wasn’t throwing out the possibility of a PR all together. Let’s face it. Running is like a roller-coaster. Lots of ups and downs. Some of my best runs were on days I felt like crap before I headed out the door. I was just committed to run my own race. Period.
Race morning was the usual stuff: oatmeal, banana, coffee, a few jitters, a couple stops at the porta-potties, and lining up with a group way faster than my normal pace. Something was a little different though this time around. I was tired. So tired that I really just thought about my bed and sleeping, not racing. I have been sick the past week…maybe that is why? Either way, it wasn’t a great feeling heading into the start line.
The first few miles were fine until around mile 4 when I had to use the porta-potty. I had to pee. Bad. So bad that it almost killed me to wait in line for 3 minutes! I watched my progress thus far run by as I waited…the 1:55 pace group, the 2:00 pace group. Ugh.
At this point I kind of felt defeated. Still over-whelmingly tired. I thought about just DNF’ing. As I started back running, my lungs burned and I couldn’t stop coughing. I still had the 2:00 pacer in my sight, but then they faded away. I gave myself permission to walk. This was my number 1 mistake.
So I walked up the hills and through the water stops and sometimes in between. Ugh. I gave up on myself. That. Is. Not. Acceptable.
I wanted to quit so many times throughout this race, but was inspired by all those around me, I had to keep moving forward. Watching the full marathoners run by, seeing the people who have walked the entire race, reading the signs from spectators (My favorites were: “Worst parade ever!” “I like bloody nipples.” “Free beer at finish line!”), and getting my medal…that’s what it was all about. Not my PR- I didn’t deserve it.
Hopefully by the end of October I will be ready to catch my goal. Watch out Monster Dash! I am coming for you!