I watched Wanda Sykes “I’ma Be Me” on HBO the night before the race, and laughed myself to sleep. Her show was so memorable that during times of extreme pain (read on) I recalled certain things she said (stimulus package, can’t do their hair, etc.) to help me disassociate.
I had no trouble falling asleep, and slept soundly until the alarm went off at 4:30. I even pushed snooze once, and didn’t get out of bed until 4:39. I went through my typical morning routine, and even took some self photos, as to not wake up Jeff.
From head to toe, I was pleased with every piece of clothing: Sugoui skull cap, new sunglasses, Nike sleeveless tee (with Bull City Running logo), Moeben sleeves with (wait for it) pockets for gels, Brooks throw-away gloves (that I didn’t throw away), 2XU compression shorts, Yaso compression socks, and—of course!—Mizuno Ronin racing flats. I experienced no chafing or blisters.
I walked the 4 blocks to the start, and the crowd was already massive. It was also 30 degrees, and I was concerned that I would get too cold and not be able to warm up. I made my way to the bag check, and this, too was painless, as I was the only person in line at the time. I then made my way to the corrals. As I was assigned corral A, I had to show my bib to get through corrals D, C, B, and then finally to A. They had porta-potties just for us. Yeah! I used the porta-pottie one last time, as they announced that all runners had to be in starting corrals. It was 7:15. The Star Spangled Bangle was sung. (I always think of my father when I hear the National Anthem. I remember to take off my hat or cap, and to not applaud at the end.)
I was not the least bit nervous. For that matter, I wasn’t overly excited, either. I knew that, with my persistent injuries, I had not put in the necessary training for an exceptional race. If truth be told, I was somewhat dreading this race. I had almost talked myself out of running it at least a dozen times.
Nonethess, and as always, I set my goals in ascending order:
1. First and foremost, finish
2. Have fun
3. Finish sub 3:30
4. Finish sub 3:15
5. Finish sub 3. I honestly didn’t think this was possible.
The gun went off and we began. While there were many, many racers, I didn’t feel crowded or pushed around. The streets were wide, and the runners were all running at nearly the same pace.
My feet were frozen, and I could hardly feel them hit the ground. I certainly could not feel any toe-off. I didn’t get any feeling in my feet until about mile 6. For the first half of the race, my heart rate was relatively low, and my breathing was not at all labored. I felt very, very good.
Here’s where the fun began… At about mile 2, I kept hearing spectators say, “Minnie Mouse” and then laugh. At about mile 3, a man dressed as Minnie Mouse (I’ll upload pictures as soon as I purchase them) caught up with me. I could see why people were laughing! I would get a few paces ahead of him, only to find that he was once again running beside me, usually on my right shoulder. This happened for the next 2 or so miles. I finally gave up, and decided that I would reach my goal of having fun, so I didn’t try to drop him. We ran together at a nice steady pace for the next 6 or so miles. Seeing the smiles on the faces of all the spectators made me smile! I tried to strike up a conversation with him, but he didn’t speak English very well. I was content to merely run beside him, knowing that hundreds of spectators were taking his picture—and mine as well.
I did have to stop and pee at about mile 6. It was one of those long, seemingly never ending pees. I quickly caught up with Minnie though. He may have even waited for me.
Minnie slowed down close to the half, and by the finish I didn’t hear anyone mention his/her name. I hope he finished strong!
I also stopped briefly in Boy’s Town. Why? To dance with the drag queens, of course! It was much fun, and I got lots of applause.
I hit the half at just under 1:26. I was on pace, then, for a 2:52. Then the pain in my calf muscles began. It was searing, excruciating, mind-numbing pain. Every step sent sharp pain through my calves. I did slow down. Miles 14 through 16 were particularly painful, both physically and emotionally. I was convinced that I’d have to settle for one of my lesser goals.
I made a decision at mile 16. I would count down the miles from 16 until the finish, i.e., count down from 10 miles remaining. Not only did I count down the miles, but also I repeated the number at each inhalation, sometimes to myself, sometimes out loud. 10-step-step-step, 10-step-step-step. My pace had decreased from 6:25 to 6:45; thus, I spent just under 7 minutes counting down each mile. 9-step-step-step, 9-step-step-step. You get the picture.
I remember little of miles 16 through 23, other than my feet once again got cold, as did my hands. I was passing some runners, and runners were passing me.
I reached mile 23 and said to myself, “The faster you run, the faster you finish. If you finish in sub-3 hours, you will have reached your most difficult goal. If you finish in sub-3 hours, you can race a Winter marathon.” I suppose that was the motivation I needed! I put the hammer down.
I made it a point to count the number of runners who passed me as well as the number of runners I passed. I was passed by 5 and I passed well over 50, including about 5 during the last .2 miles. I felt painfully wonderful and wonderfully painful.
I was elated to finish, and shocked (and very pleased) with my time.
I walked through the finishing corrals, first to receive a Mylar blanket, which I needed as I had begun to shiver, and then to have the timing chip removed from my shoe. Next was the line for the medals. A young, attractive woman held out a medal for me, and I said, “I’d prefer to get my medal from that pretty young woman to your left.” To her left was a middle-aged woman, and I do believe I made her day! Her face lit up as she put the medal around my neck. I then thanked her and kissed her on both cheeks. I didn’t know it at the time, but Jeff was standing behind the fence watching the exchange. Ha!
Volunteers handed me a bottle of opened water, a partially peeled banana, a protein bar, and a cup of beer. I even took a few drinks.
Jeff met me at the baggage pick-up, and we walked the few blocks to the hotel. I took a nice, hot shower, and we went for lunch. Yup, I had breakfast for lunch!
All in all, a wonderful, memorable event. I am already planning on running it again next year.
Splits that I remembered or was successful capturing:
Mile and Time
11-6:22 (talk about even splits!)
12, 13 & 14-6:35 avg.
23-6:56 (I had really slowed down)
24, 25, & 26-6:46 avg.
It’s interesting to note that my Garmin Forerunner 405 usually under estimates mileage. This time it had total mileage at 26.67; thus, the splits are inaccurate.