Well and it's a little sticky,
salty, sweaty,
crampy, musty & ugly.
But it's also
weirdly lovely, pretty, funny,
crazy & [possibly my] favorite----y.
In the words of Tone Loc . . .
"Let's do it"
The first two miles are crazy. Like.
crazy. downhill.
Now......unless you can run the
course or have some
insane downhill areas in your neighborhood. I. have.
no. freaking. clue. how. you.
train.
your. quads. for.
this.
But if I run
this again next year, I'm going
somewhere to train.
I'm going to keep this
[mostly] simple with little [pace] data. The numbers show I
didn't do it right. That's
that.
Gu'd at 9 [usually wait until 13 but thought better safe than sorry.....choked it down]
Low-fived a
male BQ'er at mile 10 and he said
the words:
"We've banked two minutes." I knew that
"b" word
= trouble.
From what I know . . .
you.
don't.
bank.
minutes.
you.
just. don't.
banking = you've gone out
too fast/
too hard
[yes, my Dad was a
real "banker" . . . save.
save. save. It's
in my blood.] ;)
Anyway.
the gross. [sorry mom, dad
& any family . . . .it's what runners
want/need to know]
at 11 ummm had to do the duty.
I have never.
ever.ever.[
one more time]
ever had to do this
during a race [ya,
never] so I use my running turn signal and go left off in the dirt
about 5' off course [kinda behind a car] drop the pants, turn to see if anyone can see
[uhhh ya, hello! like 22 eyes a blaze . . .] one guy
yells out:
"hey Spot [yes, he's referencing my arm sleeves], you are not discrete, there's a P-o-P at 13?!.. [laughs]".
Uggg. fine.
up they go and I'm running, again.
Get to 13. feeling.
has. passed.
so I pass the P-o-P.
I'm feeling
not so fab. But I know that once I get past 13, the rest
is "easy". But. I.
Need. water.
and salt pills. IT.
IS. HOT.
blah.
blah. blah. getting dizzy.
[
stopping to drink
at every station] I didn't
stop once in Portland [yep, my
3:20 marathon PR, {click on 3:20, if you need proof,
I clicked on it 44 times already} I did actually run fast back in July, uggg.].
what's.
freaking. going. on?
At 19.
I see these:
PLUS. the. Pita.
in. his.
freaking.
happy. emz.
little. mishap. on the
salt pills I was to pick up here but. i
t. is. what it. is.
it. was.
what. it. was. big smooch to
MY Pita.
on. we. go.
oh wait.. .. .. .. ..
not so fast.
19.2 it's
"go time". Yep,
that "go time".
All I could think about what
SUAR.
Like WWJD?
WWSUAR do?
So I went
about 7' this time out to the Tom Petty, "great wide open" and "drop[ed] it low". [sorry, I just love that song].
Then the comments came
flying in from fellow runners.
The ones
I remember:
"at least your a$s isn't white. nice tan."
"Oh L*rd, why didn't you go off course a bit more?"
"I've never seen a woman [at least he called me a woman] be so blatant about [cuss word]+ing."
Grabbed the biggest/smoothest rock I could find and.......
yay.
freaking. me.
back. in. semi-business.
Now here's just a
crazy amount of photos.
Toes cramped at
19.5 stayed cramped
throughout. Have a 1" blister from the toe
overlapping issues. nice.
Toe cramps..............I
CAN handle.
Calf cramps.
Quad cramps.
Not so much.
You
can't talk your legs out of a cramp.
When they
want to collapse.
They will.
And
they do.
And they
did.
Who walks at 24.1? Me.
I could NOT
physically run. It wasn't a
mind over matter thing here. It was a cramp taking over my
body movements thing here.
It
was sad.
It was
depressing.
It was what it was. not. my. day.
I'm to
[cuss word] stubborn to keep walking so I keep
trying to run. Each time making it about
.2 of a mile before my foot
wouldn't make it under my body weight in time.
[don't read this mom & dad]
At 25.1 you know where the photo guy was last year. when I was
all pollyanna kind of happy. [I asked him first]
but .......... I.
flipped. him. off.
with.
both. hands.
Sorry, the Pita's
trick is rubbing off on me. [that's
my excuse anyway]
I think
the contrast of 2009 to 2010.
will. be. awesome. to. see.
At 25.5 I saw
KP & CP who had their shirts on and had asked the DJ to play
"walk this way" [run dmc] for when I came around.
The
"walk" this way part did sting a bit. ;) but
it was awesome. Oh ya and she's the girl I grabbed by the arm at mile 25 at
RnR AZ last year and said,
"you don't freaking walk at 25". Yes, my foot
tastes awesome though.
I have a girl
pass me as my legs gave out [once again]. I let out a too loud,
"hell no!" yes, I had a potty mouth this day.
I had .3 left.
I was not letting her cross the line before me.
MY. DAD. WAS. here. He's the reason I try and sprint at the end.
This was going to be ugly. And it was. [Matty-O, make a comment on my form and I will hurt you. That right calf . . . . I have no clue how it was landing under my body.]
but. worth. it.
You
bet your bum, I passed her.
Done.
3:26:14
But I want to know what
this kid was doing?
Pita's
long lost little brother?!
1.16.11
you. guys. rock.
and again.
huge
"thank you" to my family & friends.
love you.