Ugh. I don’t want to talk about it. Is that enough of a report?
I guess not. Well, can you imagine having a race in which everything that could possibly go wrong for you does?
How bad could it have been, you ask?
Intense muscle fatigue from the start? Check. Heavy legs? Check–did you even know you could have legs so tired they felt numb AND heavy at the same time? I didn’t until Saturday.
Stomach cramps? Check. Aid stations that didn’t have water available? Check. So dehydration? Check. (I thought about carrying my own water and then didn’t. Oops.) Such difficulty breathing that you couldn’t take more than shallow inhales because your lungs hurt so badly? Check.
I finished and looked longingly at the med tent as I clutched my chest and hobbled over to get some water. I’m pretty sure I was just undertrained for the past three months and overtrained for the past three weeks–which I can assure is a more deadly combination than you can even imagine. So, whatever, personal worst by a lot, but I ran 13 miles for the first time since December. I’m focusing on the good things, so here’s a list:
1. The DJs at Howard University. The second one played some Lady Gaga at EXACTLY the right moment. I owe him my life.
2. The performances of my teammates were all spectacular, and my sister set a PR. (I’m living vicariously through them.)
3. The weather! It was so nice to watch the marathoners come in without fear of hypothermia.
4. As my friend pointed out, personal worsts just mean you got more for your money.
5. Champagne on Rita’s water ice. Try it.
7. The fact that, even though it hurt, I ran 13 miles. I’m very lucky to be able to use my legs and my lungs and my heart that way.
So that’s all. I still love this race and look forward to doing it again next year and getting back in to training this week. What can I say, I’m a glutton for punishment.