Hello, and happy Monday! Also, happy Boston Marathon today! If you’re catching this post in the morning, you can still catch the live stream that starts at 8:15 am (central time)! Speaking of marathons, guess who completed their fifth half marathon this past weekend? Probably a bunch of people, but also me! I should go ahead and tell you know that I barely have any photos from the event, because
- I honestly forgot.
- I was so miserable post-race that I just wanted to get in the car and go home.
I wish I had stopped to take a photo, because the miserable feeling only lasted for like fifteen minutes and then I was fine! Lesson learned. Just get over yourself (and extraordinary leg pain) and take the photo! Would the photo have just been me crying and clutching my ankles? Yes, but sometimes you just gotta #doitfortheblog.
What I Wore:
- 2016 Color Run t-shirt
- Nike compression shorts
- Sweatybands headband
- Saucony socks
- Saucony Kinvara 5 Runshield shoes
- Apple Watch
The course was a 100% road race that wove through the parks and neighborhoods of the ritzy part of Irving and Las Colinas. The race, along with the half marathon participants, also included a full marathon, a 10k (that my Dad ran and got first place in his age division), and a 5k, all of which started within ten minute increments of each other. I am not a huge fan of a race that include a turn around on the course, because I don’t like to be reminded of how many miles I have left to complete. I felt especially bad for the marathoners as their half way turnaround was literally at the finish line, where they were corralled into U-turn and sent back on their way again. I don’t know how I could run 13.1 miles, touch the finish line, and then have to turn around and do it all over again. They should have just posted a sign that read “So close, yet so still so far” to really drive it home.
How I Felt:
Not awesome. The picture above is from The Office episode titled “Fun Run” in which (Pam and Jim reveal they have been dating, but also..) Michael Scott eats a bowl of fettuccine 15 minutes before a 5k as a means to “carbo-load” and then crashes just before the finish and has an emotional meltdown. It wasn’t too far off from how I felt.
Saturday morning had provided the threat of rain, but instead traded in precipitation for some intense humidity. By mile two I was already a wrung out dish rag, and I was really scared I was going to exhaust all of my energy too soon, or get dehydrated. One would like that nearly two and half of years of bikram yoga practice could have been used as a secret weapon for a humid run, but I guess I’m not a super yogi yet. Thankfully every so often a pleasant breeze would sweep through and provide some relief, but some cooler temps would have been much more appreciated!
By mile nine I started to have some frustrations with my left ankle. It didn’t so much hurt, as it felt like I needed to pop it (if that makes any sense). It just didn’t feel right, come mile ten I walked about a half a mile so I could give it a break. When I saw the 11 mile marker I felt like I was ready to run again, which I did until the end, but once I crossed the finish line and started walking again, the pain in my ankle had intensified and I felt horrible. I limped and wimpy cried to the car while Jake half supported me like we were in a really sad three legged race, but by the time I had gotten home the pain and subsided, and I was just the normal amount of sore. Not quite sure what all the ankle drama was about!
It was a doozy! I think I may retire half marathons for this season, and pick it back up come Autumn and Winter, but I’m proud of myself for getting in two so far this year! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go ice my ankles and watch some Boston Marathoners get it done.