Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Surprisingly I felt good for the first part. I ran conservatively for the first 5K, trying to keep a steady pace. For the next 10K my pace picked up a bit. I ran next to various people from time to time, but for the most part I was by myself watching others in front of me or passing them to the side. As I passed each the kilometer marker my confidence kind of grew. I was actually running a half marathon!
Then...I hit...the wall. Or something like it. At 15 K my right leg started to give. My hamstrings had enough, and they were telling me in a powerful way to stop. I hadn't run longer than 10 miles so when I hit that marker and kept going my lower body started to rebel. My dreams of a time of 2:30 went as my run turned into a run-walk which then turned into straight walking for at least 1 1/2 miles. The people around me were also walking, all of us just trying to finish before the emergency vehicles behind us told us to stop.
But, I never had any negative thoughts - I just kept moving. When I saw the 20K marker I knew I was almost there so I made my legs go faster, getting back up to running pace. As I crossed the bridge I saw the crowds cheering and the blue carpet and my legs became faster. I was actually going to finish a half marathon, I told myself. As I crossed the finish line Mike was there with his trusty camera snapping the oh so not flattering pictures of a face twisted in exhaustion and pain. But, I was so happy to see him there. I fell into his arms and said "I am never doing that shit again."