I’m still alive, but not feeling great. let me start at the beginning though…
The day before the race we drove from the Sarasota area to Orlando for the expo. Ben’s brother Jon was our chauffeur ? We were all shocked at how cold it was! Jon didn’t even pack pants!
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The expo wasn’t incredible considering the size of the race.
Look at me smiling…little do I know what’s in store for in tomorrow…
Then, we went to the hotel where I met up with Meghann (who was also running) and Melissa (spectating). We went to dinner for some carb-loading at a little Italian place.
I started with a boring salad.
I purchased my own small pizza with broccoli, tomatoes and onions – they were a little low-cost with the toppings. I thought it was just nerves, but my stomach was hurting so I only ate three pieces of my pizza.
When we got back to the room Ben and Jon went to the films and I set out all my gear for the next morning. While packing everything I ate two cookies for extra carbs, but my stomach was still bothering me.
When I finally got in bed I could not sleep. I laid awake for hours until I got up to go to the restroom and realized my throat was killing me. I called Ben and told him to bring back throat spray and Dayquil. This was not the way I wanted this night to go.
When I asked Ben what ought to I do he said, “Just try to come out of this alive.” thanks Ben, thanks.
I finally got to sleep around 1am – just in time for 2 hours of sleep before my 3am wake up call! I hydrated, ate and took the Dayquil. I was very nervous about this because I kept second guessing myself – maybe I was just really nervous, maybe I wasn’t sick…but I didn’t want to take the chance by not taking medication and feeling very sick during the race.
I took the throat spray with me to use up to the start of the race too.
It was so freezing in Orlando I brought a hotel towel to cover my head and try to keep some heat in me. It didn’t work that well, but it was better than nothing.
I don’t have any pics of the race because Ben wasn’t able to catch me on the course. He was getting text updates (from Disney) of my location, but he had expected me to be going a bit slower and was one step behind me every point he stopped at. This is how I know I started out way too fast and screwed myself.
Remember my disposable running gear? Well I ended up cutting the sweatshirt up the front and the sweatpants down the sides. but – I wish I wouldn’t have! I was so cold and wanted to keep them on, but the pants were flying all over the place so I ditched them at the start! I kept the sweatshirt on the entire race and just let it flap in the wind. I kept trying to tie it closed, but my hands were so frozen I couldn’t feel my fingers enough to do it right!
I was really good about eating enough this race, but I was scared to drink too much because I wasn’t sweating much liquid out. I didn’t want to over-hydrate myself which can be very harmful (hyponatremia). So even though I was thirsty I was limiting my liquids. After the race I realized this was not required because my pee was darker than normal (I know you wanted to know that).
Around mile 8 I started thinking about the restroom. I didn’t have to go, but I felt like I had a bubble in my stomach (gas?). I am very scared of the dreaded “runner’s trots”. So I stopped a porta-potty to make sure I didn’t go in my pants. I was quick so it didn’t add too much time to the clock.
I did not look at my Garmin once until mile 19. It was under my clothes and I knew I wasn’t going to break any records, so I thought “No news is good news.” But, I ought to have realized I was pacing too fast.
At mile 18 I hit the wall hard. The plan was for Ben and Jon to see me at mile 19 and he had my sunglasses and Vaseline in case I needed it. I told myself I would just drop out of the race and go home with him. Yes, I really chose that in the middle of the marathon.
I felt sick and exhausted and hopeless. I wanted to quit.
Luckily, Ben didn’t catch me at mile 19 so I had to keep going. From that point on I was run-walking the rest of the race.
When I saw that at mile 20 I was behind to beat my pr I kinda gave up on trying to get a good time. Boo.
I finished in 4:27:41. But, that’s better than dropping out at 19, right?
Ben caught me best out of the chute and I feel like someone kicked my ass. For some reason my whole body felt jacked-up.
Ben and I after the race:
When we got back to the hotel room I ate my leftover pizza, a muffin and a few cookies. I was actually a little hungry, which doesn’t typically happen after a long run.
Then, I showered, laid down and let the sickness take over. I had been trying to fight it for a few days, but knew I was getting sick. finally Potrei solo essere malato.
Non sono riuscito a prendere nessun ibuprofene (il mio tipico farmaco preferito) perché è dannoso da prendere prima o subito dopo una lunga corsa. E per qualche motivo mi sono dimenticato del Dayquil (che ha acetaminofene ed è sicuro da prendere).
Avevamo alcune ore per uccidere prima di dover prendere il nostro volo, quindi siamo andati al cinema.
Ho mangiato in modo casuale per il resto della giornata. Non avevo fame, ma il mio corpo mi sentivo impoverito, quindi mi sono fatto mangiare. Ho anche provato a fare una foto di come fossero gli occhi del sangue, ma non è uscito.
Dopo una buona notte di riposo mi sento ancora un po ‘malato e il mio corpo fa male. Penso che molti di questi provengano dalla maratona. In genere posso combattere le malattie con una buona notte di riposo, ma la Maria ha tassato un po ‘troppo il mio corpo.
Non capisco perché mi fa male la schiena – e mi viene continuamente ricordato questo quando tossisco?
I miei pensieri sulla gara: sono sicuramente deluso da come ho fatto e dal mio tempo. So di poter fare di meglio. Mi sono reso conto di andare in questa gara che la mia testa non era in gioco. Devi essere mentalmente preparato per una maratona e non lo ero.
Ho davvero cercato di “pscyhe” per questo, ma per qualche motivo non sono riuscito a scavare abbastanza in profondità. Vorrei aver appena rallentato la mia corsa invece di camminare verso la fine. Ma ho imparato molto da questa gara.
Il mio rimpianto più significativo è che ora devo fare un’altra maratona per riscattarmi. Dannazione. Ok, uno molto di più – e poi mi attengo ai metà. Per il vero B.
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