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Comments: Things started out OK. The first two miles or so were great, I was feeling loose and happy. It was really warm, really humid. Our first turn into Lawrencville, the skies opened up. It actually felt good because we were all so close, but I was worried about what wet shoes/socks would do to my feet. Crossed over into the North Side and I still felt good. I was feeling like it was a little hard to breathe, and then it hit me....holy carp I forgot my inhaler! OK, ok, don't panic, just take it easy. Crossed over 8th and 7th st bridges and decided to take a bathroom break at the Casino. Crossed over the West End bridge where I saw my parents cheering me on, which was so so so good for me. I put my headphones in at the bottom of the bridge because it was getting a bit dire. It was still raining. Got down into South Side, and the half marathoners split off from the marathoners, and it got really lonely. Came across the Birmingham bridge, about mile 12 now, and it was getting hard to breathe (heat+humidity+exercise). I also thought my diabetes was going to go. On the climb up into Oakland, the 5 hr marathon pacer passed me. That's it. My race for a PR is gone. Way gone. I stopped at the med tent to check my blood and it was fine. Shuffled my way through Oakland and felt ok still, but my feet were getting painful. Mile 15 was tough, my stomach began to rebel against sweets and water. Mile 16-18 were tougher, my feet were beginning to blister, badly. It was both the toes and the balls of my feet. I still couldn't breathe. And then my hip flexor began to tense up and hurt, so I had to keep stopping and stretching. I resigned and had to shuffle and walk, shuffle and walk. Not finishing was not an option. I was going to slog it out no matter what. I spent a year in physical therapy to get to this point. I was not going to give in. I finally ran into the finish line, very happy to stop. Got my medal, had the docs take a look at my feet...you know it's bad when a sports doc goes "EEEEWWWW' when you show him your feet. What would you do differently?: -train in the rain more -HTFU Post race
Warm down: Saw the sports doc for my feet. Had some bagels and cookies and banana (none of which agreed with me). Stretched a bit. Walked back to Pat's office to get the car. What limited your ability to perform faster: -Rain, definitely. The blisters made my feet hurt so bad, it was like stepping on glass every time. -Heat. - Forgetting my inhaler. Dumbass. Event comments: I love this race. I'm so glad it is back. Even though I had a crap time, that's my own bloody fault. The volunteers were awesome, there were plenty of aid stations, the medics were great, our shirts and medals are bad ass. It's a very hilly and challenging urban course, but very scenic. I'm so disappointed in my time, over an hour slower than my first race, that yesterday I signed up for the Columbus Marathon to try again, and I think Pat will be joining me for his first marathon! Last updated: 2010-04-20 12:00 AM
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75F / 24C
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Overall Rank = 3653/4033
Age Group = 25-29F
Age Group Rank = 324/
To save you all the suspense...this isn't going to end well for me. The night before, Pat (who was running the relay) and I did everything right. Cut down the caffeine, ate a full meal. Relaxed. Went to bed early, and had been for the days before. And then our neighbors across the parking lot came home. Great. This of course entailed the kicking down of a door and our local PD spending a great amount of time in our parking lot and keeping us awake. And then our neighbors down the hall were having a drunken night and kept going out on to the back stairwell to smoke/yell/talk about who was doing what with who. All of which we could hear. Did I mention that I want to move, badly?
Got up at 5am, had oatmeal and coffee and got ready. Met Pat's friends at his work and walked over to the start of the race. It was super crowded, and already very warm and humid. I was worried. I crammed into my spot in the corral and waited for everything to start. Did some warming up but it was so packed that it was hard to get some personal space.