This post will be all about my race, tomorrow I'll write about all of the fun stuff I did in Chicago!
Amanda picked me up from my hotel at 5 a.m. on Sunday and off we went to the race! First we went to the Ronald McDonald House Charity tent. It was nice and warm in there! I ate a banana, we all took a group picture and we were off to our corral's!
At 8:00, we were off! It took about 15 minutes to cross the start line.
|The start line is WAY up there!|
And that's when it all began.
Mile 10 I started slowing down. Mile 13 I started walking.
I have never had stomach issues while running. Never! I kept trying to run, but only lasted a few seconds each time because the pain was so bad.
I was so mad. I had trained for months for this, I knew I could reach my goal of sub 5, or at least be close. I just knew it! The weather was absolutely perfect, my legs felt good, I was going to make it!! Then I was going to come home and be so ecstatic that I reached my goal, and everyone would be proud and happy.
But, that didn't happen. I walked almost the whole 2nd half. It was very humbling to be in the very back with all of the walkers. Of course walkers are awesome, nothing against them. I admire anyone who walks a marathon. But when you're a runner, and you are planning on running a marathon, but instead you walk it...disappointing.
A forced smile (hey, I have a halo), my mad face, and my "when will this pain be over" face.
My finishing time was 6:03.
My thoughts now.
What caused my stomach issues? I really don't know. It could be because I didn't eat enough the day before the race. I ate very little. Amanda and I went to an Italian restaurant for dinner and I got chicken alfredo, but I only ate about half of it. Before the race I ate a banana. I did take 3 GU's during the race though.
Could it have been all the Gatorade I drank on the course? I could definitely feel it sloshing around in my stomach! But I can't imagine that would be the cause of it.
I do believe it was that I didn't fuel properly. My body just had nothing left to run on. Ahh, how could I be so stupid! Well, lesson definitely learned.
After the race I went to Wisconsin for a couple days to visit my sister. Driving back through Chicago on my way home, it hit me for the first time and I couldn't stop crying, The disappointment is overwhelming. I was just expecting so much, and then it didn't happen.
Being a runner, I know bad runs are going to happen though. It's just like life, you can't always expect everything to be perfect. There are some things beyond your control, and then some things you have to learn the hard way. We just have to figure out what happened, and carry on!
My next marathon is in 7 weeks and you better believe I'm going to eat right and KILL IT at that one!
On Tuesday I went for a 3 mile run, and it was bliss! Bad runs definitely make me appreciate the good runs. And 99% of mine are amazing.
You can and will overcome the struggles in running and in life. Everything happens for a reason, and we have to use the bad things and the struggles to motivate us and make us stronger. Don't ever give up!
Thank you to all of my friends, followers and fellow bloggers for your AMAZING support and encouragement. As I was reading all of the comments, I was thinking THIS is why I do it. This is why I keep going. If I can inspire one person to not give up, to believe that you can do anything you set your mind to, then it's all worth it. It's all worth it.
I love you guys!!