Don't let this picture fool you....I'm really good at posing and smiling for a camera, right after the picture was taken I went right back to crying.Actually right after the picture was taken, I heard some crazy fool yell, "Hey, slow down!" Later I found out it was my husband Michael, he wanted to take another picture. Don't be confused, it was not because I was running so fast that he couldn't take a picture, it is because our camera is so slow. I think it can only take one picture per minute. What kind of crazy person yells, "Slow Down!" at the end of a race?!?!?!?
I'm finally done pouting so now I can tell you about the 1/2 marathon (13.1 miles) I ran last Saturday. I didn't do as well as I had hoped.
I thought I was so well prepared, I had done a 10 mile run, thinking if I can do 10, I can do 13, no problem. This has worked for me in the past. I had done plenty of long runs 7, 8, 9 milers. But, those long runs were on a nice inside track, no wind, no hills, no hard pavement, and Apolo Ohno in the distance. I had not done any outside running all season, plus I decided only a month and a half ago that I was going to do the race, so I didn't have as much prep time as I would normally give myself. I tend to jump into things.
The race started out well, except that I wasn't able to empty the old bladder before the race. I decided I would take a bathroom break on the course somewhere. At about mile 4, there was a short downhill jaunt. I won't mention what happened concerning my bladder and the embarrassing thing I did in front of 100's of people. Soon after, my knee started to ache, it had been bothering me the last couple weeks, but I bought some new insoles for my shoes and called it good. The knee was still hurting on my long runs, but I thought I could get through it with positive thinking. It was hurting when running on a nice cushy track, I should have known it would double the pain running on pavement. Again, I overestimated the power of my positive thinking.
I already had a blister and I really should have been sensible on this one, positive thinking won't keep a blister from getting worse. I could have at least put a patch of mole skin on it or something! I had to try really hard not to think about that blister. Self Talk: Think positive, think positive, oh this blister hurts, oh my aching knee, this is so fun, no it's not, think positive, think positive.
Potty break. Oh, it felt so good to stop running AND to go potty. There was a few minute wait, and I was glad to take it.
Around mile 9 is where the marathon course and the 1/2 marathon course merge. I began to have flashbacks of running the marathon on that very same course 4 years earlier, seeing the sign "Mile 23" made me sick to my stomach, I remembered the pain in every cell of my body, the chaffing on my arms from years ago came back to haunt me. OH, and some peanut company has the nerve to advertise their peanuts at that point, give me a break, the last thing I want is a packet of salty peanuts! It made me want to vomit my goo energy packet just thinking about eating them.
My goal was to run it in less than 2 hours. I thought this was a pretty generous goal, it was in line with my practice run pace, and I always run a lot faster in a race. All the people running along with you, the crowds, the music, normally make me run faster..... I finished at 2:09. This is about 25 mins. slower than my best 1/2 marathon time.
I wanted to cry. I was angry with myself, but mostly disappointed that I didn't do better.
BUT, after a few days of contemplation, I'm realizing the positives from this experience:
- I got in better shape, and we all know that swimsuit weather is ensuing
- I got a hilarious story involving my brother and a banana....to be shared in a future post
- I have a time to beat in August when I run the Hobble Creek 1/2 marathon
- After Reece saw the finish line and the excitement of racing, he wants to start training for a 5k (3 miles)
- Michael hopped on a treadmill this week (I'm so proud!)
Pictured Below my brother Cam, Me, Cameron's wife Betty (I'm in the middle so they can hold me up)
Actually I ended up with a blister the size of a silver dollar and I didn't want to stand on it.