Marathon recap

It's been a week since the marathon, and I have been sick with a bad cold. Like many colds, it started with a sore throat, and cough. It continued with a stuffy/runny nose and a cough. And it's erupted into full blown fatigue and a cough. Oh the fatigue and the coughing.

As a recap on the marathon, I had registered for the full marathon months ago. My family and I also registered for the family 5k on Friday. As you know, after the fiasco in Vegas, I was having serious doubts about 26.2, but the half marathon was already full. My friend signed up for the half marathon, but did not intend to run. So, I planned on taking her spot. When I went to a Run Disney Relations person on Thursday to insert my name for hers, they said I couldn't do it. We asked what would happen if I just put her bib on and ran anyway, they said that they discourage that for a variety of safety reasons. Besides, everything I did would appear as her. Since impersonating her is akin to cheating, which I did not want to do, I decided to run the marathon.

I hydrated really well on Saturday, and chose food wisely. While I went to bed by 9:00 pm, I was still tossing and turning at midnight. My alarm was set for 3:00 a.m. I was in the car by 3:30 and in the corral by 4:30 a.m.. My corral (second from the last) started running around 6:10. The first mile went great - and then I needed a bathroom. Long lines made it a 4 minute stop, which meant that when I was back on the road, I was running with the last corral. So any head start I had was lost. My first 5 miles I averaged a 16:06 mile per minute pace. The second 5 miles was a 16:10 mile per minute pace. I was starting to get tired, and the sun was up and it was hot and beginning to get humid. Part of the race route was around the Disney Speedway. As I was exiting the speedway, the first buses were sweeping people as they entered the speedway. At that point, I set a goal:

 

I had trained for a half, I was going to complete a half - and run long enough to see my family (just before mile 14). Anything after that, I was okay with.

I completed the half at 3:29 - 4 minutes faster than Vegas and 6 minutes slower than Salem. I saw my family, and then hunkered down for the worst stretch of the race. As we exited Animal Kingdom, I knew from last year's route that it was a three mile slow incline up the highway. The sun was up and it was scorching. By mile 17, I could not run any more. I was starting to get really tired and my fingers were tingling and swollen. I was 20 seconds behind pace. For the next three miles, the bike pacers were circling like sharks. I was able to eat a banana and some gu and felt a little better, but then by mile 20 I was 3 minutes behind the pace and was told that there was a hard sweep at mile 21. I tried to make up time, but couldn't. So, the bus of shame picked me up then. My final time was 5:51 for 21 miles, which is less than 17 minute miles, and I was picked up at the foot of the hill where it is know that if you can make it into Hollywood, you can't get swept.

I had a bunch of emotions.

Proud I was able to go 21 miles - since that was the longest I have ever run.

Regret I wasn't thinner, couldn't go faster, or hadn't pushed for a better corral.

Shame for getting picked up.

Grateful, I could stop running - because I was tired and physically and mentally ready to stop.

So thankful that I didn't get injured. I had a small blister under my left big toe, which I think opened around mile 20, but is feeling better now. I thought I hydrated well and fueled well during the race. I saw some runners who had to be carried away in ambulances and others who looked really bad in the medical tents. I was able to swim after with my kids and then shower and go walking through Epcot that night. I don't know what i would have risked if I pushed harder during the race.

Glad I met my personal goal of completing 13.1 and that I saw my family and that they saw me.

Pleased that I raced my own race, and not as someone else.

Disappointed the weather was so hot and humid.

And I critiqued all my little choices during the race - should I have used that bathroom at mile one rather than wait? Should I have posed for that photo? Should I have started running 2/1 sooner?

In the end - I learned a lot and I'm grateful that I ran the marathon. The medal is amazing, and while I feel like a poser having it, I still feel like I earned it.

 

Now I need to hunker down and get this weight off.