This was my big weekend. Why yes, it was the weekend that I had my 10k. My longest run to date and the longest (by double) race I've ever run in. I had been absolutely religious about my training. Until a week ago that is. And then I fell off the rails. I only ran once in the last week and a half. It was a four miler, but only once. Uhhhhhh....why does this seem to happen to me each time.
I was nervous about certain things. I am always afraid that I'm going to be last across the finish line. Huge fear of mine. (stupid I'm sure) But regardless I packed for my short trip with my friend Paula and we headed out yesterday at about noon. We made the trip to Leesburg, VA in fine time. The first stop was the store where they were holding packet pick up. We picked up our bags and perused the store. Stop one complete we headed to the outlets in Leesburg. A few hours of shopping later. (I bought new lids for some of my damaged and old Pyrex storage containers.....and otherwise I was a window shopper). We did find a perfect bag.....we didn't buy just posed for a picture with it.
We hit up a local park for a nice little walk. We lounged a bit in our hotel and we had dinner. Let e add that I had breakfast and a diet coke with breakfast and we had dinner really late at about 8:30 and I had a diet soda with dinner. Dinner I was so hungry that when I started to eat I gobbled my food and my stomach started to hurt so I only ate half my meal. That was ALL I ate and drank the whole day on Saturday. Yes, I know....not exactly the healthiest and wisest food and drinking choices.
Sunday morning we were up bright and early. It was COLD outside. Brrrr. We got ready to roll. I typically run on an empty stomach (ha ha ha...once again probably not the wisest but hey, it's what has worked for me). So we headed out.
The run was VERY small. Only about 50 people or so. I decided to not worry about being the last person. Who else can say that they once weighed over 300 pounds and are now running a 10K??? And doing it on arthritic knees and a few other feet issues???
We started to run and I kept my pace steady. I have been consistently running a 13:00 to a 13:40 mile pace. I knew if I stayed at that (slow) that I could finish it no problem. I ran where I felt comfortable...or rather edgy comfortable. It went well. It was an out and back route, so at the turn around I grabbed a water and walked for maybe a minute and then picked back up running. (my stats showed that I lost about a minute on that mile from what I was running so that's why I assume I walked about a minute.) I was fine...getting tired but fine. (And admittedly I saw I wasn't last....and I even passed a few people on the return trip! My fear of being last vanished and by that time I had decided I DIDN'T CARE Anyway!) And then about midway through mile six I began to struggle. Oh yes, I struggled. I started to get physically ill. My stomach and head started to hurt. My legs felt like they were so heavy that I couldn't even pull them up to walk. It was BAD. At about mile 5.70 I waved Paula on (so as to not ruin her run) and I began to walk.
And then a lady, a skirt wearing lady came up beside me...literally less then 10 paces after I started walking and she looked at me and said "You've got this, the finish line is just ahead." She ran on and before she was even 3 feet in front of me I knew that she was right. I felt like dog doo but I knew that I could do it. I started running. I stayed on her tail the rest of the way in.
I can't find the official times posted yet..it was not a chipped run (go figure....it was a small small run...maybe 50 people doing the 10k...if that). Luckily since Paula had gone on ahead she was able to grab a pic. Yes, that is me in the glaring sun but I have my time! Slow but you know what? Who the heck cares!
I grabbed a water and headed over to Paula. That water tasted so dang good. And then I remembered to turn off the mapmy app. Oops I got it turned off. My last 3/10ths of a mile look slow....partly because I didn't get that turned off immediately and partly because I was STRUGGLING!
I took another drink. Holy cow that water tasted good and I drained that water bottle in a few seconds. And that is when I knew it. What did I know? I had to sit down or I was in danger of falling down. Yes, I KNEW that that horrible feeling of being sick that I had encountered back at mile 5.7 had reached its pinnacle. Oh yes....I was ready to drop. I sat down for a few moments and answered some well wish texts and knew I was ok. I stood up, grabbed another water bottle and Paula and I headed back to the car. Yes, we stopped along the way for another picture. Come on now...it's us!
10K done!!!!! I've got my starting base line numbers and now I can improve upon that!
So upon further reflection. I realize that I had totally dehydrated myself on Saturday and since I hadn't drank anything in the morning before running it was carrying over to Sunday. I was suffering from total dehydration. Ooops.