3 hours of sleep
Driving to Davis, 75 miles away Tried to choke down a
Mile 1-3: Prescription: 10:35…Ran too fast at 10:18, 10:22, 10:16
At one point I hit Kim on the arm for …it didn’t work. Mile 1 highlight: Passed a Giants Fan.
Saw cub scouts! Thanked them. Glad they didn’t see me later when I was furious.
Mile 4 & 5. the 10K runners leave us. we go out. It’s now when I realize this course is going to lots of loops and turns. We go over the overpass.
Mile 4-10 was prescribed at 10:15-10:25
Actual: 10:13, 10:19, 10:28, 10:21, 10:53-Mile 8…wheels start to loosen
At Mile 8 I took ONE sip of Hurked it up the next mile. It was then I realized. I was starving. I had nothing in my stomach.
Mile 8. Girls, I understand if you need to call someone from the race. But if you’re just chatting it up while I’m working HARD on forward movement, I will toss that phone. I will.
Mile 9 & 10. BAD Mojo. Bad head. Kim is holding her side. She is hurting. I can see it. We are slowing way down: 10:52, 10:57…wheels fall off pacewise.
They are out of water at mile 10. AGAIN. I am so sick of these races being out of water. It’s the third half that I’ve experienced this, and I yell a bad word. Loudly.
Mile 11. Kim turns and says she has to stop. Her sciatic nerve is killing her. She stops. For a moment, I want to push on, then I realize we decided to run this as a team. I’m not stopping. Maybe it’s not the best racing decision but it’s a great team decision. This article tells how to leave your partner behind, but I know I wouldn’t be this far without her. So we walk.
I know my Paces are gone, my PR probably gone, but feeling good (part of my A goal) is not gone. 2 out of 3 ain’t bad.
Mile 11: 1242
Mile 12: 12:15 She says. Let’s shuffle. We move ahead. Slowly. She yells “I’m HAVING A DIET COKE TODAY” which makes me giggle to no end.
Mile 13: 12:13 Head down. Counting to a hundred …and doing it again. No music
.24 on Garmin left, we get in 9:09 pace …i have a kick.
As we are turning the corner, I think…if I get a PR it will be a miracle. The clock is 2:26, my PR is 2:33. Chip time: 2:24:50.
I get a Diet Coke at lunch. Take 2 sips, and send it back.
Davis. Fix your roads, your water, your volunteer situation. Oh, and that catwalk? It’s nothin’. We eat those for breakfast.
I am 21/37 in the Age Group. I could simply care less. I was crying as we turned the corner. Hard race in many ways…We crossed the finish line together for the first time in 2 years. Rough course. Lots of lessons to understand and learn. I burned out in the first 7, with nothing left for the last part.
I won’t be going back to Davis for a Half Marathon. 5K fun, yes…but this course was just way too long and winding for this gal.