Official finishing time today was 1:07:48. BOOYA. That is a 4 minute and 8 second PR. HUGE for me. 27th female out of 6,953. 253rd out of 12,276 total finishers.
While I was at the starting line sardined in between the massive crowd of people waiting to start the race, I begun to feel a bit emotional and was fighting back tears. BUT these were tears of joy. I knew something amazing was about to happen, adrenaline was rushing through my blood and I felt ready to attack the course. For the first time in my life I felt strong, powerful, capable, and fast while standing at the starting line of a race. Today was the day that I not only hit a 4 plus minute PR for 10 miles, it was also the day that I have finally learned to believe in my running abilities.
Maybe that sounds crazy considering that I have been running for 15 years now and completed more then 30 races, but it hasn't always been an easy road for me. Lets just say that my head hasn't always matched my heart, until today. It wasn't that I felt amazing or that my feat was easy today, because it wasn't, it is because I feel like I have finally overcome the demons inside my head. Those damn demons have been imparting those little thoughts that spread like a plague in my mind for years telling me that I feel like hell and need to slow down and that I am never going to achieve my dreams because they are unrealistic. Today was the day that I was finally able to lay these crazy negative thoughts to rest.
Mile 1: ???
Mile 2: 6:37
Mile 3: 6:43
A large portion of mile 1 was in a tunnel that blocked my Garmin signal, so I took off and begun the race by feel. By mile 2 my signal returned and I was back in business stalking the pace on my watch like a hawk. I knew that I went out too fast by mile 3 when I begun to feel a wee bit uncomfortable in the tummy area, but there was no turning back the hands of time.
Mile 4: 6:48
Mile 5: 6:43
Mile 6: 6:41
Somewhere around the half way point my stomach begun to really give me hell. I was being punished for my nutritional indiscretions of race eve where I ate an unbelievable amount of dairy products. Whole milk yogurt for breakfast with an extra foamy latte, a giganto portion of ice cream for lunch, and pizza with extra cheese for dinner. Let me spare you the gritty details, but dairy in massive quantities the day before a race is not a good idea.
Mile 7: 6:46
Mile 8: 6:52
Mile 9: 6:51
Mile 10: 6:57
During these last few miles my body was telling me that it needed to stop because the discomfort in my stomach really begun to become intolerable. But I trucked on. I wasn't stopping. I wasn't going to walk. I was going to cross that line knowing that I gave it my all, and so I did. But thats the whole point of racing, to figure out how to overcome all the crap that is going on inside you and to figure out a way to PUSH through it.
Folks today I learned an important lesson. Not only is it a bad idea to eat junk before a race, it is an even worse idea to eat your body weight in dairy products as your pre-race fuel. It will make you feel like hell, your entire body will feel like the michelin man from all the bloating, and you will want to be rolled up in a ball for about 12 hours afterwards until you feel like you are back to your normal self. Trust me, don't try it.