November 18, 2009
RnR San Antonio
Background: This was my 2nd marathon in 5 weeks. I had this marathon planned all along, mostly to be able to hang out with my friend, Angie. I wasn’t expecting anything spectacular, but did take this chance to go all out and give Sub 3 a try. I PRed by 46 seconds last Saturday in the 10K, which predicted a 3:02 marathon. I am well aware that Sun 3 is a pipe dream at this point, but I prefer the term “aggressive goal.” A good friend of mine referred to it as this on Saturday, and I really think it’s much nicer. LOL. My strategy was to go a bit behind the Sub 3 pace group and hang on for dear life. I knew bonking was a big possibility, but nothing chanced, nothing gained, right? I also did the Aussie Carbo load the day prior to the race.
Pre-race: A and I left the hotel at 5 and caught the bus to the starting area. The bus dropped us off in the ghetto, like a mile from the start. That was weird. We then walked FOREVER to the bag check and back to our corrals. Actually, hanging out before the race was one of my favorite parts of the weekend. We had so much fun joking around and laughing. We saw some real characters, too- Tammy Fae Baker and an 80s aerobic instructor w/ the leotard thong! *Side note: why do guys take longer than girls in the porta potty? After waiting like 5 minutes for one guy to come out, he left the toilet seat up. Ewww, seriously? Anyway, I’m so glad to have had A there to listen to my rambling nonsense.
Race: I started a bit behind the Sub 3 group and they were off like a ROCKET! Honestly, I couldn’t keep up. Looking at my first few mile splits, I think they were too going too fast. Here’s the breakdown:
There were so many turns in the first few miles! I just kept my eye on the Yellow Balloon. I kept thinking, “follow the yellow brick road, and follow the yellow brick road.” LOL Also, I was not big on the cobblestone street, either. Too risky for the feet.
6. 6:27 (determined to catch that stupid balloon)
7. 6:45 (got it)
At this point, I knew I was going to have to gut it out. It just felt too hard. I kept thinking about how people say “Well, it wasn’t my day, blah, blah, blah.” I was so hard headed thinking, “I’m going to MAKE it my day.”
13. 7:00 (Hit the half at 1:30:xx)
15. 6:56 Cyclists kept asking me if I was from Texas. There was a prize for the top Texas marathoner, and I think they had trouble finding her. Four different people asked me where I was from.
17. 8:10- yeah, had to pull over. My hamstrings started cramping badly. I did a little stretch-a-roo and tried to suck it up.
18. 7:40 Zone out, zen in, right A? LOL, I’m the opposite of zen.
20. 7:36 People around me were dropping like flies. I just kept feeling so thankful that I wasn’t going down THAT bad. No PR, but won’t have to DNF.
21. 7:15 Started running with a guy that had a shirt saying, “Sub 3 or bust.” We had this mini conversation:
Him: This f’ing (but he said the real word) sucks.
Me: Pretty much. (Then I started laughing, not really sure why. I think the casual use of the f-word made me laugh.)
22. 8:17 I started walking and he joined suit. I felt really dizzy and had chills. Then he said, “Come on, baby, let’s go!” Interesting how you don’t even know someone, yet they call you “baby” and say the f-word in front of you. We started jogging a bit.
23. 7:51 Sweet Home Alabama was played AGAIN (same mile marker as Hartford). I think I’m starting to HATE that song.
0.34- 2:21 BIGGEST HILL EVER to finish line. It put Thunder Road to shame. Why do race organizers do this? It’s cruel. It was a complete death march.
Final time: 3:08:33
4th in AG
I’m really not an easily annoyed person (when it comes to running), but my biggest complaint is after the race when the medics won’t leave me alone. I finished and just wanted to sit down! Sure, I was leaning over the railing, looking like death, but still… I was fine. (Term used loosely.) They kept telling me to stand up and keep going. Knives were going into my hamstrings!!!!
Post-Race: It’s difficult for me to admit this, but I am in some serious pain. I haven’t hurt his bad in a LLLLOOOONNNNG time. Every part of my body feels like its been beat. The driving/plane didn’t help, either. I am also pretty sick my stomach. Yep, death warmed over here.