So…about that half marathon? The short of it is Rock & Roll won and I lost, two years in a row. I thought I could PR instead I almost ran a personal worst….yikes! We had family and friends in town for the race and woke up at 4:30 to drive to the shuttle buses which would take us to the start. Renee and I warmed up for 2 miles which is typical for us, but I was sweating like crazy & I noticed my heart rate was already high.. At 7 am (start time) it was 80 degrees, 84% humidity, with a dew point at 75….terrible racing conditions. Still it was beautiful and I was stubbornly determined. The starting area was buzzing and when my name was announced I was absolutely taken over with the excitement of it all.
Needless to say I took off like a bat outta hell and loved every little second of it. My first mile was 5:46. I quickly calmed down to a safer pace but by Mile 4 I knew the humidity was getting to me. I reached for my salt tablets and they had dissolved already in my sports bra. My pace felt so difficult. I had been training for a low 6 minute pace but I was struggling to hit 6:30’s! I know that is expected in the heat but at the time I didn’t remember that and let myself get overwhelmed. I made a terrible mistake and should have known better. I took a Gu (already had one right before the start) and drank Gatorade. I let myself think I needed more sugar/energy/whatever. Somewhere around Mile 8 I threw it all up….fun times!
After that I was a complete mess. My stomach was trying to get sick again and again. I NEVER stopped. I had already seen two elites walking and another girl drop out. The humidity and temps were slowing everyone. I know my self enough to know that if I stopped even briefly I wouldn’t be able to get back to any speed. Luckily a guy friend (Mike Wolfe!!) came up behind me and offered some words of encouragement. I couldn’t up my pace that had been deteriorating but it was enough to keep me moving.
Finally we hit the boardwalk and I was never so relieved to be finished a race in my life. That baby HURT! I crossed the finish line and the photographer asked me to show him how I felt. I think he was expecting me to jump and down with an “I did it!” expression…nopes. Here is my best “That was so FRUSTRATING!” face.
About a minute after crossing the finish line I felt even worse than I had during the race. I was dizzy, my stomach was still cramping, and I warned everyone close to me that I needed to find a trashcan. Renee and I quickly got this picture. Look closely because she is literally holding me up and the Mr. is joking to the cameraman “Hurry, she is going to pass out!!” I didn’t think it was funny because another minute later I was doing just that. See picture after this one….
You have to promise to laugh and not get all “OH NO!” on me. Do you think Nike should use me as their next Flyknit spokesmodel? Ha Ha! 😉 I am perfectly fine just super embarrassed that I ended up in the medical tent. I was very dehydrated and once I cooled down I was up and out of there without an issue. It was an awful experience but I can joke about it now. I ended up 13th female and 76th Overall, finishing in 1:29:32. Not at all how I imagined the day would pan out and not even in the same time zone as my goal time but sometimes you just have to roll with the punches.
I hope everyone had a better running weekend than I did. Any races? Any long runs? Rest Days? Have you ever been in the medical tent? What type of rest if any do you take after a half marathon?