Chris was great and trained up to 9 miles before the race, plus he was also taking a rigorous spinning class twice a week so he was in great shape by the time April 28th rolled around. I on the other hand.... In the 3 1/2 months I had to train had only gone running maybe 4 times, and the longest distance had been 6 miles. 5 weeks before the race. And that was also the last time I went running. But I had paid to do this, so there was no way I was wasting $45 dollars. You think that would have motivated me to train in the months prior but I guess not. I knew that a body could handle 13 miles, even if it would be hard it was doable (26 miles, different story), and that was enough to make me be at the start line come Saturday morning.
Andrea promised to stay running with me the whole time. She is more athletic than I am and I know she could have gone faster, so let me just start this with saying THANK YOU ANDREA. She had not trained any longer distances than I had, plus she just had a baby 6 months ago (you go girl!) so I thought we would be similar in pace....pretty sure she still could have beat me by a long shot :) We wanted to finish under 2 hours 30 minutes, but weren't really going for a time. We wanted to run the whole time and walk only through the water stations. And for about the first 7 miles or so, we did! From that point on, let me tell you about it...
Mile 7 ish - I start to feel my toes pressing into my shoes and I realize I forgot to trim my toe nails. AH. It wasn't really hurting yet, but I knew it potentially could, so I just tried to ignore the fact that I could feel it possibly starting to happen.
Mile 8 ish I am really feeling that I only ran up to 6 miles. Also I kind of have to go to the bathroom but don't want to stop (really annoying, this has never happened to me before).
Mile 9 (I think, maybe earlier) we start running through the gold course so there are a lot of hills. Not long ones, but pretty steep. So we start walking up the hills and through the water stations :(
Mile 10 I really have to go to the bathroom but I am in so much pain in my legs that I know if I sit down I won't be able to stand back up and will be stuck haha so I just keep going and try not to think about it.
Mile 11.... I want to fall to the ground in a heap and sob uncontrollably until I am dead. I am so exhausted and I am literally picking up a lead weight and putting it down again with every step. I have no momentum and I have to consciously choose to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Even though there were only 2 miles left at this point I knew if Andrea had not been there to keep me going I would have done exactly this and told someone to find my husband to come get me. So now I am not thinking about my toe nails, the bathroom, or crying, and just literally doing this hobble jog thing.
Interjection - We passed the mile 11 sign what seemed like forever ago and get to a water station. I think Mile 12 marker has to be close and I ask the water volunteers what mile they are at. This girl says "I know that we are mile 11." I just about LOST IT. I thought I had only about 1 more mile to go and if it turns out the signs were wrong and I had 2 more I was going to have a nervous mental break down. Right before I was about to freak out at this girl for saying she was at 11, this lady runs by who knew on her watch we were at 11.7. Thank goodness.
I think to myself if I can just see the 12 sign I can finish. Well, we get to the 12 and I have to walk and want to just walk the whole last mile. Good Andrea put up with that for maybe .2 miles and then told me I could do it. For those of you who know Andrea Taylor, she is the most cheerful, optimistic person probably on the Earth, and I could not have picked a better partner! So we run...I "run"...in the rest of the way. As I come up to the finish I think I can muster enough strength to pick up my speed as I cross. But no. Its all I can do to even get to the actual line and not die. I see Chris just past the finish on the side line, go up to him, and COMPLETELY LOSE IT. Raucous, loud, heaving sobs for a solid 5 minutes. Everything I had kept from doing at mile 11 plus 2 more miles. Chris said later that he wasn't entirely surprised when that happened, lol! He had been kind of worried about how it would go for me with the little training I had done.
But then it was over! AND guess what? We came in at 2 hours 29 minutes. I am not kidding! There was great food at the end, too, so that was nice. The 2 good things about this race were the weather and the route. It was the perfect day and the more gorgeous terrain! I highly recommend this race for people who like running, if you are trained enough it would be a great first half marathon.
So, here is my take away: I need to either commit to running and sign up for a 10k - half marathon every 3-4 months so that I am just perpetually staying in shape (because when I pay for them, I run them). OR, drop running completely and never do it again. I know that sounds extreme, but what I have learned about myself is that its hard for me to get back in the habit but I pay for it so I do it and this happens. Horrible experience. I can't do one every now and then. I also think I need to find a friend near where I live to train with. So, we will see.
Chris, Me, Andrea, John - After the race! |
Chris, Me, Andrea, John - What we all really felt like...at least I did! |