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Sunday morning did not look very Spring-like! It was, however, ideal running conditions. Overcast, and temps in the mid 50's.
I didn't sleep well the night before, got a wrong number call at 3am, and never fell back asleep before the alarm went of at 5!
And for some reason, Saturday night I just wasn't really "in the mood" to run the race. I didn't lay out my gear ahead of time, didn't pack my bag, gather my nutrition, or do any of my normal pre-race routine. That would come back an haunt me later.
So, I rushed to get everything together (it's just a run, not like I had to remember all my tri gear...) and get in the car to drive to the Metro. Yes, I drove 9 blocks to the Metro, to go run a 10 mile race. I got on the Metro and started hydrating. And hydrating. And hydrating.
As soon as I got off the metro, and waited in line for one of 100 school buses to take us to the start of the race, I realized I needed a porta-potty. In addition to all that hydrating, the wine and pizza from the night before were now turning out to have been a very bad idea.
Somehow I survived, managed to make the porta-potty in time before the race start. Mayor Adrian Fenty was there, and he gave a little motivational speech to all the racers before the gun went off. It's cool to have a Mayor who's 34 and out there and doing active things, especially in a place like DC.
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So, I snuck into the first wave (I was placed in the 3rd wave, and I learned from the Army Ten Miler that to be anything but in front, you spend 3 miles walking through all the "runners"--so frustrating!) and soon we were off. I had met up with a group of guys and started running with them, we were fairly well paced at first. That was until Mile 1 and I realized I was still a bit overhydrated. Off to the porta-potty. I have NEVER stopped in a race, not even my half-Ironman 70.3 mile races to stop and pee, but there I was, less than 8 minutes into it, and I had to pee!
We ran up Rock Creek Parkway, up and up and up! It was a gradual hill, but a long hill. About this time I remember that I had forgotten the body glide. My underarms and thighs were dying. I thought I was going to break out into bleeding blisters at any second. I think because it was so cold, I wasn't sweating, so there was no natural lubrication between my skin. It hurt. Half-way point was a medical station. Stop Number Two. Vasoline, does anyone have any vasoline?! It was so cold the vasoline wouldn't come out of the tube. Another wasted 2 minutes.
I sucked it up, got back on the road and started the long, easy descent back to the Lincoln Memorial and Hain's Point. Along the way I started pacing with a girl, we pushed each other along for a couple miles and then started chatting. Turns out she was running 6 weeks pregnant!!! At that point I figured any pain and discomfort I was feeling was really lame, and so I pushed on
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I finished the race in 1:17:21 just seconds faster than my Army Ten-Miler time. But when you consider the bathroom and vasoline stops, I probably ran it faster than that! Next time, I will make sure I'm in "race ready" mode the night before!
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1 comment:
'Bout Damn Time you updated your blog. :)
Next time, no peeing allowed
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