Tuesday, January 31, 2012

First Half Marathon = WIN!

This past weekend I proudly finished my FIRST Half Marathon. Granite, I know it was a Disney marathon so it wasn't exactly the most competitive event but nonetheless I am proud!

Alright, so the title of this blog is a little deceiving... I didn't exactly win the race...the girl in the picture above won.... but I still feel like a winner!

For all of you new(er) runners out there, maybe you can relate, but your mind can go crazy in the minutes before your race starts!
My thoughts exactly:

  1. Its definitely not as cold as I thought I'd be standing out here at 5:30AM.
  2. Can I really do this? I mean, its 13 miles.... I've never run that far
  3. All of these women have to be way better trained than me.
  4. PACE PACE PACE! My biggest fear was to give out before the end. 
Then Tinker Bell gave us all in corral C the go and my nerves calm (for the most part). It was still slightly overwhelming to think about: "I am about to run for 2 hours while my family sleeps in the hotel."
Miles 1 and 2 weren't bad, however my stomach started screaming at me. Lesson 1: Never have dairy before a race. Stupid stupid stupid especially since I already have an extremely sensitive stomach. Running mile 3 through the park was magical, I was so pumped up by all the characters then at mile 4 I  spotted my amazing boyfriend cheering me on which pumped me up even more. Such a happy story so far, right? Now it goes down hill....

Mile 5 I thought I was going to crap my pants! I had to go to the bathroom soo bad, it was like my insides were screaming! Luckily the route was basically lined with Porta Pottis but I was so mad at myself for having to stop. Totally killed 5-10 minutes in there.

Lesson 2: Mile 5-8 are my worst. Its the point where my thoughts become:
  • Why in the world am I doing this?
  • WHY DID I HAVE TO STOP TO POOP?
  • I won't finish. I can't finish. 
This is where I started walk/jog intervals (high emphasis on the walk part at first!) I started to get nervous that I'd die out before the end if I pushed it too much. PACE PACE PACE...right?

Mile 9-13 something inside of me sparked, my stomach finally calmed from the potty break, and I was determined to finish the race strong! I ran the entire last portion and lessened my "expected finish time" by 5 whole minutes! My poor boyfriend ended up missing me at the finish because the runDisney tracker didn't update him that I had finally achieved my second wind and picked up speed after my last split! 

I yelled at myself in my head: "YOU'LL BE MORE MAD AT YOURSELF IF YOU STOP THAN IF YOU KEEP FIGHTING AND GIVE OUT AT THE FINISH LINE"

I fought. I turned deep red in the face. I made dramatic gasping (so un-cute) noises. My hair was everywhere. BUT I had never been so proud of myself in my life! I cannot WAIT to compete in my next race and I plan on improving dramatically.

1. I will train more (4 runs in January is not acceptable)
2. I will not get sick TWICE in January and ONCE in December (hence why I barely ran!)
3. No dairy pre-race. Ever.

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