
Well, I went into this race with it being my first ever running race, fighting a cold, a low, but seemingly attainable, goal time (1:45), and a confidence that I could do this race, and then easily upgrade to a full marathon.
BOY WAS I WRONG!
So far, this race had to be the toughest thing I have ever endured. Which is weird because if you had talked to me or seen me for the first 16.5 km, you wouldn't have noticed, nor would I have felt that. However, at roughly the 16.5 marker (the aid station) I bonked hard!
I stopped to take in some water and immediately felt as though I was going to pass out due to dizziness. I drank a couple of glasses of water, thought that that would help me continue for the rest of the race, and began running again. My legs were sluggish, my brain fizzed out, and I was felt stranded physically and mentally for the last 4.5km. In what I thought would be a strong finish and a good showing for my first ever 1/2 marathon became a nightmare!
It started in the car actually. I left later than I had initally intended thinking I could easily get into the city to park...HUGE mistake! This left me having to pee in the parking lot and speed walk to Nathan Phillip Square from King/Spadina. I got to the course with 10minutes to spare (no warm up) and was at the back of my corral, which put me 11 minutes behind the horn and stuck behind the slow runners/walkers for the race. It took me 14 minutes to get through the congestion of the crowd and then I found some open sidewalk to try and make up time. I didn't gain the 4 minutes back (I was hoping to average 5minute splits), but I didn't lose anytime either until I bonked. I held a good 5:20 average from the 2km marker until the 16km marker. I should be happy with that as that was the longest I have ever ran in one continuous run (did not opt for the 10:00 run/1:00 walk format), but the carnage that played out on my legs and in my brain for the last bit were more of a discouragement.
I won't go into great detail about what happened mentally, but let's just say that I was pretty sad/upset with myself for the last few kilometers. Physically, my legs were holding up, but becoming very heavy and beginning to tighten up really bad. I had no more motivation, the sounds of the race seemed to go away, the crowds were gone, even the runners seemed to thin out. I felt completely and utterly alone, which scared me. It wasn't until the 500m to go marker came into view that I thought I could actually finish this race. The on going joke before the race was that a half dead me would be crossing the line right behind the full marathon winner would finish with ease. Funny thing is...that is EXACTLY what happened! I look over, everyone is going nuts, and with 50m to go, zoom! the winner flies by me finishing in record time!
I finished with 1:57:15, which is good because that means I finished. After the slow start, I was gearing for a 1:50 finish time, but that didn't hold up (but it did look like it was going to for quite a while so I am still happy with that!). My I.T. bands are still exacting their revenge for being put through that hell. I thought I had done something to my L.C.L. the pain was so bad after the race. I tried to get groceries that afternoon and was biting my lower lip to keep from screaming in pain with every step. Today the sharp stabbing pain in my knee is gone, but the dull stiff pain in the side of my legs are still there. Hopefully they'll be better by Wednesday so that I can get out running again. I have to achieve my 1:45 - 1:50 goal for the Toronto Marathon in 3 weeks!