Arizona Rn'R Recap
Here is a recap of the marathon I ran last weekend. Warning- it gets kinda gross when I talk about mile 20 and on....
I felt super great, super light, fit, flow-state for the first 8 miles. Really felt like this would be my day. I had a group of gals, but they were running 6:10s and I wanted to be smart so I ran with one girl who had fallen off the back. We worked 6:12-15 for a few miles but she faded at 6 mi. After that I worked with others where I could, but never found a good partner. Then around 8miles a heaviness settled deep into my muscles- something that felt at least 10 miles too early- and my mind began to taunt me about running CIM just a month ago.
But I stayed positive and worked through it. I stayed with one woman through mile 10 or 11 but actually lost her on a curve (I saw a more direct line and split from her but
she pulled away somehow. I tried but couldn't surge to get back on with her- but this was exactly the kind of snap I was lacking, no matter how positive I stayed). So I ran alone again. At the Half I knew I could maybe try for a negative split but I also knew my legs were feeling CIM and that was the start of the big hill. I let myself bring it down a notch- which turned into 5 notches and I accidentally ran 6:45s. Give me an inch, I'll take a mile! At 15 miles I realized how off pace I was but I just couldn't shift gears back to race mode. I just got stuck at comfortably uncomfortable.
she pulled away somehow. I tried but couldn't surge to get back on with her- but this was exactly the kind of snap I was lacking, no matter how positive I stayed). So I ran alone again. At the Half I knew I could maybe try for a negative split but I also knew my legs were feeling CIM and that was the start of the big hill. I let myself bring it down a notch- which turned into 5 notches and I accidentally ran 6:45s. Give me an inch, I'll take a mile! At 15 miles I realized how off pace I was but I just couldn't shift gears back to race mode. I just got stuck at comfortably uncomfortable.
Then at 18 the GI issues started- I had to stop at 20mi and probably would have stopped again if I saw somewhere along the course. Things were moving through me way too fast. I spent a lot of time in the port potty after the race, even missing my teammate's finish. It was really bad. At first I thought I'd gotten dehydrated in the sun and desert wind (it was a little windy, and was somehow a headwind the entire way), even though I took water at every aid station and had 4 of my own bottles.
I went for the rest of Monday unable to eat until my tiny dinner of rice and avocado. I still never actually threw up. Was it a stomach bug that got me in the race or did I get the post-race sufferfest for a full 24 hours following? I really don't know. I think it was more than the race. And, for the record, no sleep and no food is about the worst marathon recovery plan I could possibly imagine. Once again, do as I say not as I do! ;)
Whatever it was I must say that I'm happy I ran, I'm proud of my positive mental state, and when I figure out my next goal I am going to go after it with everything I've got.
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