happy tuesday morning.
incase you've been absent from my life over the past 18 weeks, you'd know i had been training for this for some reason, i was feeling cocky confident arrogant on race day at 7am and decided to hop in the 3:45 time (at a 8:35 mile pace). i blame this poor decision on not having any caffeine or chocolate before the race.
legs & spencer |
right before mile 15 where i mentally/psychologically shut down.
"wait, jeff. you shut down at mile 15, didn't you have 10 more miles to go?! were you hurt?"
yes, i still had another 10 miles to go. i was not hurt, not an ounce of pain or discomfort (forreal). it was all mental and my competitive** drive bottomed out. i started questioning why i was even here or how much would i would rather be in bed. i just didn't want to run anymore. period.
running like a raptor has been proven to help your stride. |
shortly after my embarrassing finish, i decided to hang out*** and make new friends in the medic tent with a nurse named carol. we chatted and she offered me a bag full of sugar in form of an IV. i complied.
after 45 minutes of addison watching my skin color changed from bone to ecru to peach, we left and rejoiced. thank you my dear friends who came & watched my first AND last**** marathon. & thank you to jarred for waiting around for 4 hours to take some fab photos. sara even snapped some sweet shots, too!
* i don't really have a bucket list. just every time i do something that might be on said imaginary bucketlist, i just go ahead hashtag that #bucketlist. hey, it works! then i may actually have a bucketlist one day.
** lets be serious now, my competitive drive was getting to finish to drink a delicious boulevard stout. once i began to not crave beer or coffee after my face, i lost all hope.
*** i didn't want to talk to anyone after i finished the race. i just want to sleep and not even eat. after shoving away all 5 of my fans who dragged themselves there, i decided that visiting the medic tent was probably a wise idea. i also knew that i didnt have health care....so going home & going to said doctor/hospital would have cost me money. after a bag of some fluids and a cup or two of gaterade, i was back to good...er as good as one can be after running 26.2 miles.
**** last one of the year....or until someone trains and runs the entire thing with me. ladies?
I'm so impressed with you. You're awesome!
ReplyDeleteproud of you. you ran a marathon and looked good doing it. i would expect nothing less.
ReplyDeleteah thank you both. :)
ReplyDeletei haven't ran since. that's okay though. i ran every week for 18 weeks. i think i can take a couple weeks off...