(Note: My husband is to thank for the creative title of this post.)
Columbus Marathon Results:
AM: 2 mile w/u,
6:25, 6:12, 6:20, 6:18, 6:13, 6:20, 6:35, 6:35 (threw up), 6:27, 6:46, 7:15 (threw up), DNF
I felt light headed Friday & Saturday but I blamed it on the taper. I got the sleep I needed, I ate well and drank well, I figured I was fully prepared. Sunday morning Houston dropped me off early so I could wait in the "elite holding area" until the race start. It was here that things started to go bad.
First, I couldn't find the place. I also had my water bottles with me and I had to get them to "special needs" before 6:45AM. It was 6:15, I had nearly thirty minutes, but the crazy person inside of me started to flip out. For some reason, I half convinced myself I was not going to be able to walk one block and climb one flight of stairs in 30 minutes. Once I arrived there (on time, and at least 20 minutes early) I just folded. I felt so out of place, honestly, I should have just bared the cold morning air with the other 18,000 folks instead of being up in that room with all those elites starring at one another.
The weather was perfect, maybe like 40 degrees, no wind. The course was amazing. I had a great start.
About mile 4 my back cramped up and I didn't handle it well. Normally I can just let it go, wait a few miles for it to loosen up. This time I was just too tired to wait it out. I had so much anxiety I made myself sick. I threw at mile 8, and again at mile 10.75 when I saw Houston and Maddy (and pulled off the course). It just wasn't happening today.
My lower back was so tight that it caused my legs to seize all the way down to my calves. My stomach was killing my, I was done. I had not even made it 11 miles and I knew I could not make it 15 more, no mater how slow the pace. It just wasn't going to happen.
And so I quit, hobbled my way back to the car. Houston then drove back to the finish line, where I again, threw up on my way to get my bag from the cool down area. I felt like (and still feel like) a train wreck. I have no idea why (yet).
The rest of the weekend we had fun, Houston was a champ, Maddy was AMAZING. I love my family for not caring if I finish or not, just wanting to be along for the ride. Being there when I run well, and even more when I don't. And this is one of the many reasons, that I am so very much over yesterday. I know what shape I am in, I know that something is "off" and I'm ok with it. I'm happy with the year I had, I know I can run faster, but its ok that I didn't. It's ok that things didn't work out.
In the end it is a lesson learned. If I am going to try and run 90 miles of week on 6 hours of sleep and the full life that I have, I'm going to fall apart sometimes...and that is ok. This is my life and wouldn't change any of it. Yesterday just wasn't my day...but that is totally fine. Tomorrow is another chance to try again. In the mean time, I've got work to finish up, dinner to make, laundry to fold, and a 2 year old to put to bed.
I truly hope everyone else had a better experience racing this weekend then I did. If not, I hope you learned something from it, too.