Alarm went off at 4 am. Got my stuff together, hopped on my bike and made my way to Balboa Park. Holy people. This race is huge. I met up with my 2 best friends and The Rock Runners for prayer and headed to my corral.
At this point I knew my foot was sore. I knew I should be on the sidelines cheering and not running. It was too late, I was there and I was not turning back.
The gun went off and it only took about 2 minutes for me to cross the start. Got to mile 1 and started to feel the soreness. No sharp pain, but sore. I picked up the pace because it usually is worse when I go slow. I AM DUMB. Period. Mile 2 felt ok, once I got to the 5k mark I knew the marathon was not going to happen. I hit mile 3 at a 7:50 pace and made a deal with myself to slow down and cut over with the halfers.
Got to the split and a lady was yelling “Marathoner’s Left” as loud as humanly possible. I smiled and turned right. So bummed, but I had to do it.
Ran on the craptastic Highway 163 for too long. I realized at mile 6 I had to pee, yet I had not yet had a sip of water. Sigh. Took a gel at 8 to try to help my cause but it was pointless. I could feel hobble nation setting in. At 10.5 I pulled over and used the porta potty. I have never done that at a half. I didn’t care I was about to pee my pants. Took my sweet time and when I came out I was gimping. Typically the last few miles is when my second wind kicks in. Today I was praying to see the finish. When I turned the last corner and saw the finish line I was so freaking happy. And disappointed. But mostly happy. I was a total fool and ran when I shouldn’t have and pulled it off.
Finish on my watch 1:53:17. I think my official time was 1:54. How did I finish under 2 hours while limping and gimping and stopping to pee? I have no idea. Pure luck.
Things I learned today:
* NEVER RUN WHILE INJURED
* When there is not a cloud in the sky on a June morning in SD it is certain to feel HOT. Maybe running naked should be legal. NOT.
I was so glad that I got to spend time with my girlfriends who both did great! Cam’s goal was to finish running and she did! Gretchen PR’d! GO GIRL! Is having fun with my girls more important than proving something to myself? Yee-haw, you know it.
Am I disappointed? YES. Do I feel like I failed myself? YES. Did I cry more than once? Sure did. I can’t help it. I am HARD on myself. Aren’t we all? I have been running for months to get ready for THIS race. This is my home course. This was my chance to prove to myself that I have improved since last year. No chance. Cutting over with the halfers hurt my heart. Even worse? Progressively doing worse because I have not let my foot heal. I CAN ONLY BLAME ME. Did good come from this? YES! I will never again race with a foot injury. Period. End of report.
Thank you for the kind emails/facebooks/texts today! They made me warm and fuzzy inside! I will do a race review on the half and you can decide if you want to partake in the festivities next year. I leave you with some smiles: