I’m officially in week 2 of recovery and have been slacking big time!! I have only ran 2 times. Thank goodness Annie drug my butt out of the house and made me run 8 miles Saturday or I would feel like a total slug. I have biked and swam…just don’t feel like putting on the winter gear to run right now!
Oh the race! I need to talk about it. I have mixed emotions about the race. This is why:
I felt great going into race morning. I had the normal butterflies but I knew that I had done what I could with the time I had to be successful at reaching my goal of 4:15. I started out feeling great. Annie and I were going to run a few miles together and then her crazy fastness was going to take off. It turned out that our separation would happen rather quickly. At mile one, I knew my stomach was not going to cooperate. (If you are not a runner stop reading here, this could be a little uncomfortable) I ran into the closest Subway (you didn’t know they sponsor me did you? Neither did they.) I was in and out in 1:10 and still had under 9:00 mile and no hope of catching up with Annie. The next 11 miles went great! I felt great, legs were moving, the people were so supportive. I Gu=ed a mile 7 with little more than a shudder and kept on trucking. I was holding an nice comfy 8:45 and on pace for better than my goal. Mile 12.5 I knew I had to use the bathroom again, so I got in line at the mile 13 portajon (safest portable bathroom made). I kept my watch running…that was a 13 min mile (AHHHHH) darn potty. I took off again, thought I could lighten up a little…but my body didn’t need to and held my 8:45/50 pace for another couple of miles…then my stomach again! Mile 16..18…21…you get the picture.. I was so upset! I was right on schedule and now, I was a mess!!! I finished in 4:29. Not a bad time considering I had surgery just 8 weeks prior but I was on pace to do so much better. Cal jumped in to help my finish out my last couple of miles and keep me focused (thank goodness!). After 15+ min wasted using the bathroom, I had no hope for my finishing time to be where I needed it. This is not to mention at some point during the day it started to sleet, then sprinkle then in the last mile poor. I have no idea how much the temperature dropped but it got progressively colder as I continued!
Bright side of things: I did PR, we all did! I was able to get another marathon under my belt. I know what I need to work on for the next one and I had a great weekend with my girls and wonderful supportive husband!
So…next race..I think I’ll test out my nutrition before I run a marathon. Oh and I’ll not have a surgery mid training and stop running for 4 weeks…and have more then a 17 miler for my longest run.
May the road rise to meet you!