|Pretending to look happy, but actually delirious |
and probably couldn't move. (Don't worry, I made
sure to walk around after for a while.)
Just kidding, the day completely changes from this point on.
It was a smaller race, around 700 or so runners ran the full. I easily lined up but felt a little sick to my stomach. I thought it was from nerves, which usually don't effect me physically, but I just shoved the feeling off and got in position to take off.
The first 6ish miles I ran with a few people I met who were aiming around a 7:50 pace. They were awesome! Such great people. Leslie, such a stud and had run a 45 min 10k the day before in a tri relay, was running the half and was fun to talk to. Hope you did great by the way! Same with everyone else!- who all passed me, so I'm hoping you all got that BQ!
|Throwing this pic in the mix to lighten |
I was still ahead of the 3:30 pace group, but just right in front of them at the half way point. And around this time, probably when they passed me I **DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE GROSSED OUT** threw up in my mouth. Ugh I was grossed out. This is the start of the sh*t show. I slowed down my pace a little, thinking I would be able to catch up if I just collected myself, but then it happened again. From that point on I had the worst stomach ache I have ever had in my entire life. And it was only mile 16.
Not going to lie, I was contemplated fake injuries that would require me to be taken away by an ambulance. I don't throw up very often, which is a good and a bad thing. I felt that if I was able to just puke on the side of the race, I could continue to run. My body wouldn't allow that though, it decided on keeping the horrific feeling for the rest of the race. I honestly feel bad for the children spectating with their parents that had to see me in such pain. I hope I didn't scare them away from the marathon.
Let's just say I was going so slow I noticed two dead possums, a caterpillar, and let's be honest-
probably an ant.
|Again, has nothing to do with what I am saying, |
but his last name is Thompson so it was a must.
BEST PART OF THE RACE- mile 24 an adorable blonde toddler blew me a kiss. I died a little, then continued to die in the painful way. I had a kick for maybe the last .00001 of the race. And then when I crossed the finish line I cried.
Over all, it was a very humbling experience. I was very lucky with my last marathon at Surf City where I never hit a wall and never felt that tired. It was challenging to change my goal during the race to "hit a solid BQ" to "just finish the damn thing."
Maybe not at this moment, but I know I will be grateful for this race. It really taught me what a challenge is. This was probably one of the biggest mental challenges I have ever faced. I love pushing myself, and even though I was not satisfied with my time, I was satisfied with my ability to finish.
A huge congratulations to everyone today who got their BQ or PRed or just had a great race! Before the race I was with so many amazing runners who truly are an inspiration.
Maybe I will post my splits later (which are hilarious) but not now. I am home watching the 49ers game and drinking beer.
Ok fine i'll say it, I finished a little over 4 hours. Which is not a bad time, but is a bad time when you were planning for 30 minutes faster.
|This is my 'I DON'T EVEN CARE I'M |
GETTING A DIET PEPSI AT A GAS STATION' face.
Everyone has that face, right?