Pre-race night I officially was nervous, but I did my best to relax by just reading and icing my knee. I went to bed at 9:45 p.m. which is unheard of for me, but was awoken at around 2 am by my youngest, and 4 am from storms…but I got up bright at early at around 4:45, dressed, and then fought to get my Pandora bracelet off for 10 minutes, LOL…those of you that know me know this is one of my most cherished pieces of jewelry that reminds me daily of the love I am blessed with by my best friend, Jen, and husband, Brian…but I feared I would maybe lose it so ran without it today. (Note to self, don’t take it off again-needed my Mati).
My dear friend Carolyn picked me up promptly at 5:45, and we were off to the race. We made it there without a hitch, and passed my sister in the parking lot so no worries on finding each other! Bobbi went and picked up her race packet while I hit the porta-potties and we got ready with sunscreen and some water! We were ready! One last stop at the pottie and we headed toward the start. I was lucky enough to get stretched out by one of the stretching groups in a tent, and then we found the pacer we wanted to stick with at least the first few miles (10:05), and settled in. A huge hug from Carolyn, and the race had begun…
Thankfully it didn’t take long to settle in and spread out, and I felt pretty good despite the sun beating down on us the first nearly 3 miles. Once we crossed the highway, and hit the actual trails I thought to myself, “Ah, now I feel home” and we were cruising. Average of about a 9:40ish pace, we ended up passing our pacer.
I started to really feel the sun baking me around mile 5, so we quickly stopped for water and a pee break, and that is where I started to fall apart. The sun was in full force (come to find out it was around 88 degrees), and the shade breaks were so minimal I found the mental mind game killing me. I wanted to cry, stop, quit around mile 7-8…My goals of sub 2 were let go long ago due to my knee, but I really wanted to hit 2:10…that sadly was gone by the wayside too, and I felt crushed. I worked SO FREAKIN HARD for a good race. While working and being a single Mom these last 4 months I managed to get my runs in EVERY week. And for THIS?
But my sister’s encouraging words and hugs kept me going…trotting…walking…and sometimes running. From point to point, we trudged through the miles. And around mile 9ish I started to feel a bit better, but after hitting around 11.5 miles I knew I was done. Stick a big blunt object in my eye…But she kept me going…didn’t let me quit, and as I saw that finish line my eyes filled with tears as we picked up the pace finding energy I thought I had lost-and we crossed the line holding hands.
|I can barely look at this picture without tearing up…you can see the pain in my face, and Bobbi talking me through it…
I nearly fell into Carolyn, and sobbed as she hugged me…I turned to my sister, and thanked her as I hugged her hard, but I don’t think she knows what this means to me…
But we finished!
Already planning for a redo here in the next few weeks…<3
Crazy thing, is my knee didn’t give me any problems at all! Tight hammy, and toes that were crying, but the rest of me felt great. Sadly the heat literally sucked the life out of me, and I just couldn’t catch my breath.
But…there is always next time! J