So you may remember that I was all set to run a race. Well I ran it, survived it and did pretty well! Here is my race story:
Race day for me started at 6am. I got up early to get ready and most importantly eat because I wanted ample time to digest. Running can do “funny things” to your stomach, as the Healthy Tipping Point explains (see GROSS-OUT #2) and I wanted to do all I could to avoid said “funny things.” My friend, her sister, and I got dropped off near the race headquarters. We were über excited and nervous. We were all running our first races!
We took in the atmosphere and had lots of time to get to our corrals. In fact my friend and I thought that we should use the extra 35 min we had to visit the bathroom one last time (nervous pee!). Where we were stationed in our corral, the port-a-potties disappeared and coffee shops were our only option. The line up wasn’t crazy but everyone was taking so long that by the time it was our turn, we had maybe 2 minutes to pee and then run all the way to the start line. When there are over 22,000 people running a race, and you decide to be in the last corral, you start lining up a long way away from the start line! So we sprinted and just as we got there, we had maybe 30 seconds to catch our breathes before the start gun went off!
The start of the race was really fun. There were groups of people cheering along the way, and my friend and I kept cheering back. We weaved in and out of people, sometimes bumping into each other to maintain a fast pace and avoid the “clumps” of people.
Everything was grand until maybe the 3km mark, which is when my shin started paining. Every step was brutal but I kept at it. Why this happened, I don’t know. And then my pre-existing injury, the Achilles tendon, flared up at 5km. Double pain! By the time we got to 7km, I didn’t even care because all I could think about was how tired I was.
My amazing friend kept cheering me on and telling me how great I was doing. Where she found the energy to do this, I don’t know.
Then at around 8.5km, I got annoying. People watching the race kept yelling that we were almost there, yet I couldn’t see the finish line and I reeealllly wanted to see the finish line! I made sure to express this desire to my friend by repeating a million times:
“Where is the finish line?! I don’t see it! I don’t see the finish line! Where is it?!”
Finally we crossed a bridge, loud music was playing ahead of us and there it was! Soon enough, with maybe 1/4 of a kilometre to go, something came over me and I felt a sudden urge to sprint..HARD! And so I did. My friend told me later that she was stunned and couldn’t believe where I got the energy from. She was amazing too because as soon as I started to dash, she was right behind me! I felt like a real athlete and crossed the finish line proud!
We were both elated to finish the race and even more to do it under an hour! I came in at 55 minutes and change and my friend finished a couple of seconds later at 56 minutes.
My friend is now ready to run marathons, take on triathlons and maybe conquer an Ironman. I’m just happy that I finished and have a medal to prove it! :)