It’s Monday evening, and I’m just now feeling like I can sit down and write a recap of this race. It just wasn’t a great experience and I already received a few (negative) judgmental comments just on my post yesterday. But this blog is kind of like my scrapbook, and even though this wasn’t a great experience, I want to remember it anyway – I want to learn what I can from it and grow from it.
I also want you to know that I’m proud of this race. Though it wasn’t what I’d hoped, my time was still great and I’m so thankful I can run. So while this post may seem like a big complaint, I don’t intend for it to. I’m just honestly sharing my experience.
On Friday, I made sure to eat my regular “carb-loading” diet I have each pre-race day, plus eliminated dessert-like foods and drank even more water than on a “normal” day.
I got a decent night’s sleep – about 7 hours – so not necessarily ideal but enough.
On Saturday morning, I ate the same breakfast I’ve eaten before every other race: 2 slices of whole-wheat toast topped with peanut butter, cinnamon, chia seeds, and banana slices, plus the rest of the banana on the side.
The race started at 7:30a.m. – before I knew it, we were off!
It rained for the first 2-3 miles, which was fine. I was just so glad the sun wasn’t shining on us yet! I did, however, start to rethink my decision to wear a white tank top…
I felt really good the first 4 miles.
Gotta love running pictures, right? :)
Around mile 4.5, I got a terrible stomachache. You know that “joke” about marathoners pooping their pants? Well, I didn’t (thank God) but I certainly felt like I was going to (tmi??). That has never happened to me before – not in a race, not in a training run. Whoofta. It caused me to walk a couple of times in that 5th mile.
By this point, once the stomachache was hone, I was past the one hill (this course was awesome!), and heading into the 6th mile. My stomachache was gone and I was feeling alright! I picked up my pace just a bit but was still careful because I didn’t want to risk upsetting my stomach again.
As I was approaching this water station, the woman looked at me and said, “Water! You look like you could use some!” Um, well, that didn’t sound particularly polite but you’re right, lady!
This is where I accepted the fact that this was not going to be a PR race.
Miles 6 – 10 were okay. My legs felt extremely tired and my body was just dragging, but my time was still alright. During this time I was reminding myself “Mind over matter, Danica! Mind over matter.” Plus I was repeating each of my favorite running mantras to myself.
In the 11th mile, I felt like I had just hit the wall…another race-running cliche term that I experienced here for the very first time. I was stopping for sips of water at each station (though there were only a few on the course), and I decided to walk and eat the raisins I had with me. I could only eat a small portion of what I brought before my stomachache came back. Whoo. hoo. I jogged this mile slowly, as you can see below.
From the mile 12 marker on I just did my best to take whatever I had left all the way to the finish line. I felt awful, but I didn’t quit. I listened to this song on repeat for the last mile and a half. I tried to remind myself that I’d made it too far to just stop now – I owed it to myself to keep going!
Chip Time = 1:51:06
This is where it got really fun…
Usually a big smile comes across my face as I cross the finish line…not on Saturday…
As soon as I started to slow down, my legs started to buckle and I had this huge rushing feeling come to my head. I was extremely dizzy/light-headed. Two of the medical team members immediately grabbed my arms and brought me right to the medical tent.
and my husband snapped pictures of the whole thing. #husbandofablogger
I was told to lay down on the bed/mat thing. They took my vitals and pricked my finger to make sure my blood sugar levels were okay, which they were. I told them I just needed water and food (I though this seemed obvious haha), so one of them went to get that while the other 2 packed ice bags all around me. The ice felt fantastic and soon I felt well enough to sit up and eat/drink. Once I drank some water and ate half a banana plus a few salty chips I felt fine.
I stood up, walked around (I had to go get all the food I could carry from the finishing zone, of course – everyone else does this too right?), and then took some pictures with my family.
It was such a bad feeling – I was more embarrassed than anything – but I had a smile on my face by this point. I just figured – so it wasn’t a great race, but you still ran
13.1 13.28 miles! And it may not have been your best time, but it was still a great time!
This was a really small race (just 296 participants), but it was still cool to see these stats:
31 out of 137 females
3rd in my age division – fun!
and 103rd overall
Average Pace was about 8:21/mile
Official Time = 1:51:06
post-race meal :)
made in-house quinoa/mushroom/veggie burger with mozzarella and sweet potato fries on the side, plus some nachos before this plate came out…I was so hungry and this whole meal was fantastic. I want it again, asap.
Unfortunately, I then spent from about 3:30 – 9p.m. sick in my bed :( I ended up getting a terrible migraine (the kind where you’re so nauseous you nearly puke, your head feels like your brain is trying to escape out of your eye sockets, any light makes you want to bury your head under the covers for the rest of your life, and you’re praying nonstop for healing plus crying out of pain. UGH.) The stress my body went through that morning was the trigger, I’m sure.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Saturday was one heck of a rough day.
I don’t know what I did wrong. I don’t understand why this all happened.
I believe that my body was trying to tell me something. I don’t know what exactly, but I have a few ideas and I’m experimenting with some changes already.
I’m still recovering from the migraine and just feel so dumpy about the whole deal.
I don’t think it’s fair to blame myself (especially since I don’t know what I should’ve done differently), but I’m certainly going to have to change something.
Thanks to every one of you for your well wishes this past weekend. Whether it was on my instagram picture of my crackers and soda sick person dinner, tweets of good luck, a text, a hug, or kind words after hearing it didn’t go as I’d hoped, thank you <3