This is the amount of weight I gained the week before the marathon. Turns out that when you're not running every day and you stop caring what you eat because you're carbing up, you put on some pounds. Monday through Wednesday I still rode my bike 20 miles each day to get to work and back. Thursday and Friday I didn't even do that much.
As bad as that sounds, my weight gain seems to have been all muscle. I lost about 2% of my body fat during that same week. Which makes me wonder if I don't need to incorporate more rest into my program.
The amount of sleep I got the night before was not optimal. I sleep better when I run every day. Take out the biking and, wouldn't you know it, I'm just not tired at the end of the day.
I was late to the starting line by 30 seconds. This turned out okay as I was in corral #5 and only corral #1 was released hard at start time. Then the other corrals were released in 1 minute increments.
Up to fifteen miles, I was having a lot of fun. My first 10 miles were mostly at a 10:40 pace. 10 through 15 were 11ish. From there they slowly climbed up until my last miles were right around 15.
Mile 15 was also where things started to get slightly unpleasant. Every mile after 15 was more unpleasant. By the end of the race, everything hurt and I was miserable.
Mile 19 was where the audience hated the runners. At the starting line near the national mall, there was a crowd of cheering folks. After going close by the Georgetown waterfront and into Adams Morgan, we hit some residences. Folks were coming out onto their porches or setting up lawn chairs and cheering the runners on. Some houses were giving out trinkets like leprechaun hats or left over mardi gras beads. One had apparently been giving out beers and by the time my slow ass passed by had a sign, "Beer Bar Closed by Order of DCPD".
Went through more neighborhoods, down into Shaw. There was still cheering, although fewer spectators. (Part of this probably was because I'm slow and getting hours into the race.) A couple of bars were advertising free shots.
Then the route went into Anacostia which had a totally different vibe. Residents were loud and boisterous and yelling but they were no longer cheering.
"WHY THE HELL YOU RUNNING??!!"
"GO BACK TO YOUR OWN NEIGHBORHOOD!!"
My official time. Three minutes, nineteen seconds under the time limit. Finishing the race was my only real goal. The time predictor I'd punched my training runs into suggested my finish time would be 5:40. This race had a 5:30 hard limit. I wasn't sure if I was going to make the finish line in time.
By the time I crossed the finish line all I could think was "That sucked. I'm never doing that again."
At the after party, all the athletes were given tickets for two free beers. It was so miserable that folks were trying to give away their tickets and couldn't. Imagine. Turning down free beers!
Of course the beers were ice cold. It was a mere 40 degrees Fahrenheit out. Folks had just run a marathon (or a half depending on which race they registered for). There was no place to sit, only a wet and muddy field to stand in.
It was miserable.
So I went to take the train home.
This is the amount of time it took me to get from "That sucked. I'm never doing that again." to wondering what I could do to get my race time down.
SInce the first half of the race was fun for me, I'll probably only do half marathons for the time being. But I think I'll start working on speed. Once upon a time - before a number of different health problems - I could run five 8 minute miles back to back. If I can do a half marathon at consistent 9 minute miles, I'll consider doing a full marathon again.
This is the amount of time it took me to stop limping. I'm not sure where or when it happened but at some point I did something that bruised the bottom outer edge of my right foot. The pain was bad enough that I cheated and took ibuprofen alternated with paracetamol. But not so bad that I had to wrap my foot or use a cane or crutches.
This is the number of weeks I'm giving myself off before I start running again. With a marathon under my belt, my next race is another half ironman, Monticelloman down in VA. I wantedto do the Kinetic Half again but it's held the same week as my youngest daughter is graduating from college and I'll be out on the left coast in Portlandia.
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