Okay, I jumped into the race too soon. TriGuru picked me up at 6am and we swung by McDonald's for his race day breakfast. Seriously, watching him eat two breakfast burritos and drink a Diet Coke almost made me sick to my stomach. Not sure how he can handle that before a race, but he isn't the one who pukes, right?
Okay, we hop on the metro and I am all pumped and excited with the race crowds boarding. I am POSITIVE I talked his ear off. And when we finally got off the metro, I started to get a little nervous. There were TONS of people. TriGuru "allowed" me to sneak into his corral (I was one behind him) and we were off in no time. While there were a lot of people running, most knew how to get over if they were slower. And I was feeling great. TriGuru was "pacing" me and the thing I would hear the most over the next 6 miles was, "Slow down, you are running under 8"
Mile 1: 8:13 (not bad for a crowded start)
Mile 2: 8:06
Mile 3: 8:04
Mile 4: 8:03
Mile 5: 8:16 (grabbed water)
Mile 6: 8:04
Mile 7: 8:19
Around mile 7.5, I started to feel a little tired but not bad. I knew I could do anything for 2.5 miles. TriGuru reminded me that it would be better to take it "slower" here and then to go all out at the end. Slower to me meant, 8:15s, but then my stomach started to put up a fight.
Mile 8: 8:26
Mile 9: 8:29 (Dry heaved the entire mile, like 10 times)
Mile 10: 8:25
Mile . 16: 8:58 (walked across the finished line)
|After the finish|
The official results say:
254 out of 1857 women with a time of: 1:23:52 for (10 miles) average pace of 8:24
So what is with the whole stomach thing? I puked 3 times (mostly clear) just past the finish line. A spectator had the nerve to say, "Oh, she had to do that right here!" as if I had a choice about that. And literally 3 seconds after I finished, I was fine... more than fine. Well, besides my abs hurting from the dry heaving.
After talking to my mother this morning, she confirmed that I used to do this in HS too... after races. Hmmm, at least it is good to know that I have always been a puker. Is it my nutrition? Dehydration?
Anyone else experience this? And to top is off, when Brock got home from church, the first thing he said was, "How many times did you puke?" not "How did you do?" It is nice that my family knows me this well.
And with that... anyone up to run a race with me, I'll promise not to puke on you.
Today: Active recovery (although I really, really, want to ride Athena since it is going to be 70 degrees here)... I am heading to test out the wet suit... yeah, I will be to dork at the indoor pool with the wet suit on, be sure to say, Hi!