Well, it’s been a few days now since my race. And since so many people have been asking about it…. Oh wait, only one person asked about it! Haha…
Well, just in case anyone was curious, but hadn’t gotten the chance to ask, I’ll write a little bit about my day….
I woke up Sunday morning with a horrible sore throat and a really bad headache. Not exactly the peak condition I wanted to be in. But, I needed to at least try to run.
I got to the place where we register and I am seeing a large number of runners. Like…. real, actual runners. They are decked out in their fancy (and I’d assume expensive) running gear. They were doing stretching exercises and short little jogs to get warmed up. Me? I registered and hid behind the drinking fountain until they said it was time to start.
You could tell who the serious runners were because they were all kind of jockeying for position at the front of the pack, with their fingers ready to start their timers on their watches….. I stood in the back of the pack and just wanted to make sure my music was ready to play and my shoes were tied. To say I felt out of place would be a major understatement.
They gave some instructions on the course and sent us on our way. This huge mass of people trying to run down the narrow sidewalk. It was so compacted that for the first mile I basically was walking behind the mob.
As the herd thinned, I decided I really didn’t want to get stuck behind the people who were walking on purpose. So, I had to start passing people. I probably passed about 20 people by the time we hit the turn around for the 5K people. Then it really started to thin.
By the time I got to the turn around for the 10k and Half Marathon my throat was hurting really bad. I was sucking on cough drops the whole time, but it wasn’t helping. As I hit about 5 miles I could hardly swallow. My pace had slowed to a turtle’s pace. It was about there that I knew this wasn’t going to go as I had envisioned it…
I sent a text to Kathleen which simply said, “I’m not going to make it”. I had a choice to make. I knew I couldn’t run, at least not at any sort of decent pace, another 8 miles. So, did I stop at the 10K finish? or push on and risk the dreaded DNF (Did Not Finish). As much as it hurt to do, I turned off at the 10K finish shoot and ended my run.
It did make me feel a little better that the girl at the finish told me about 7 others who were supposed to do the half stopped at the 10K due to the heat and humidity. And then, when the results were posted another 10 runners from the half marathon ended up with a DNF…
I got kinda excited when I saw the age group breakdown and my name appeared as 1st in my age group for the 10K! …. Then I saw that I was the only one in my age group! Lol 😜😜😜. I can almost say for certain there wasn’t anyone there that weighed as much as me either! Haha. Just a bunch of slim and fit people. So, all in all I suppose I did ok under the circumstances.
I will admit, I was really grouchy the rest of the day. I wanted to run the whole thing and I wanted to keep a much better pace. I second guessed my decision to stop at 10K. I was just really bummed….
It’s been a few days and my sore throat pain has moved into my chest and I’m pretty sure I have a sinus infection and possibly bronchitis. So, I guess I made the right decision to stop when I did.
I’m hoping that once the kids are back in school I can work my way back up to longer distance runs and do my own unofficial half marathon. Maybe I’ll do it on my birthday…. Or maybe on Celebrate Life Day (my own made up holiday) . Who knows…. Living the life I live… Special needs kids, PTSD, anxiety, depression… you never really can plan anything for certain. And that’s ok. It’s my life and I’m ok with that.
To be continued…????