So I did it. I finished a 13.1 mile race. I am oh so proud but a bit disappointed too. Because the last 2 miles, well they about killed me. Let me tell the tale from the beginning.
The night before the race, I was looking at the forecast and it was saying very low 40s for temp for the entire race. Yikes, I never run outside when it is that cold. I had no idea what to wear. After some very frantic searching, I settled on my new full-length running pants (with sweatpants over that I would stuff in my gear check bag just before the race), long-sleeved running shirt with a throwaway sweatshirt, a throwaway wool hat under my visor, and sock gloves. Yes, I said sock gloves. They were very handy as a handkerchief.
The next day I got up at 5am. Ate some oatmeal and waited for my ride. My friends Julie and Leia were running with me and I was all ready to lament the weather with them. Then Julie told me that Leia’s husband had the stomach flu! She had to miss the race! That was a bummer. When we got close to the race site, the traffic started to back up. At one point, we were afraid we were going to miss the window to park in our pre-paid parking spot! But Julie did some fast rerouting and we made it just in time.
The wait for the race to begin was the worst. We were freezing! I ended up NOT checking my sweatpants, but wearing them over race pants the WHOLE time. I was never too warm with them on. It was actually warmer in the corrals because so many people were blocking the wind. Oh the wind!! We were close to the bay and the wind was just frigid. I intended to pace with the 2 hour 30 min pace team (people who will run the race in a predetermined amount of time so you can “pace” with them) so Julie and I started when they started.
A finishing time of 2h30 puts you at an 11:27 pace. Well, for the first 2 miles, it looked like we were pacing at 11:15 and I was slightly out of breath so I dropped back. Thought to myself, this is going to be a very long race. But the miles kept flying by and before I knew it, I was at the 10K marker, time of 1h08! That is an 10:58 pace!!! Just over my fastest 10K time. So I was super happy. At mile 8 my knees started to ache a bit. I caught up with Julie and tried to pace with her, but she was a bit faster than me, so I had to let her go on ahead. I hit mile 10 at 1h55 which is an 11:30 pace. Still SUPER happy with that pace.
Just after mile 10, I thought I saw my mom’s green jacket. I shouted to her and it was the whole family!! I took a walk break and hugged everyone. I only had a 5K to go!! I was still going strong.
That’s when it happened. Just before mile 11, I developed cramps from my lower back to my feet in both legs. It hurt just as much to walk as to run. For the last 2.1 miles, I wondered how I was going to make it. I walked SO much. AND my running was a snail’s pace. My last 5K of the race took 45:50, which is a pace of 14:47. Pathetic.
Saw the family again just as I crossed the finish line and had an emotional moment. But it was fleeting. Because it was all I could do to limp through the exit area and collapse on the ground outside. After the race, I almost couldn’t move for like a 1/2 hour and I had to practically crawl to the car. It was freaking freezing too because we were on the water and my sweat was drying fast. I could not get warm for 3 hours following the race.
Mike was my hero and went to get the car and bring it as close as possible. We made it home and I immediately passed out on the couch. I fell asleep within minutes and slept all through lunch. Mike had to wake me up to say goodbye (he is leaving for a week for his new job).
All in all, I am very proud of myself for finishing in my goal window of 2h30-2h45. But with the way most of the race went, I know I could have done better if those cramps had not appeared. I will be doing lots of research and try to figure out how to prevent them next time. And there will be a next time. I have something to prove now.