TNT Runners and Walkers |
The sign on my door |
Waiting in the field |
Finally, people started heading to the starting line. There were 2,300 half marathoners and almost all of them went faster than me, so I chose to wait until the very end of the pack and then join in and head to the start. Races these days are timed by chips - this chip was attached to our bib number. Your race doesn't officially start until you cross the start line with your chip. So I wasn't in a big hurry to start the race. When I finally crossed the start line, I immediately began running. It was a beautiful morning. It was about 60 degrees at the start. The sun was still working its way up in the sky so it wasn't strong and there was a forecast for clouds which is great for running. The road we run down is on the East side of the peninsula, right on the bay. The water was almost always visible on our left side (although sometimes it was blocked by trees). Several people lined the road with their morning cups of coffee and cheered on the runners going past their house.
My run started off great. I felt good. I felt like I was going SLOW which I thought meant I was going the right pace. The first two miles seemed to fly by. After the first mile, they were handing out Gu (which is an energy gel). I definitely didn't need any at that point, but I grabbed one in case I needed one later. I continued my slow run while enjoying the music on my iPod. I had loaded just under 4 hours worth of music to make sure I had enough to get me through the whole race no matter what happened.
At mile 4.5, I saw Bruce, the running coach for the Lansing TNT group (and my co-worker). I told him I was doing good and didn't need him to run with me, but he did for a little bit. I told him I hadn't walked yet and I felt really good! We chatted for a bit, then he went on to run with another person.
I eventually started feeling a little poking pain on a toe on my left foot. It felt like one toenail was digging into the other toe. I had heard many stories about runners losing nails and wondered if that was going to happen. But I knew that this tiny little thing wasn't going to make me stop!
Around mile 6, I had to go to the bathroom so I stopped at one of the port-a-potties. Its really tough to feel good enough to keep running but have to stop to use the bathroom. Plus, someone was already in there so I had to wait even longer. After I was done, I hit the road again. I couldn't help but notice I didn't feel as good as I had before I stopped. I hoped I'd be able to shake that feeling and feel better soon. I came up on a small hill and decided to walk it - my first time walking any of the race. I ran after I was at the top of the hill and noticed I still felt more worn down than I had before the bathroom break, but I kept going.
Me thrilled to see my cheerleaders! Kaitlyn is proudly holding her sign. |
As I continued the next mile, I started to feel exhausted. I kept thinking how I wished I could have just stopped with my family and spent the rest of the day with them rather than continuing this race. I let myself walk again. When I went to run again, I found it almost impossible. Nothing hurt - my legs, my arms, my feet - everything felt fine. But I was tired. Not just tired - completely drained. I looked around me and it seemed like everyone was walking. Not only were they walking, but they looked as though they had given up! They were walking SLOW. And here I was "RUNNING" and still not going any faster than them. I was frustrated. Why the heck was I working so hard to run to go the same pace these lazy people were going? So, I stopped running and walked. I walked fast, but I still wasn't running.
I didn't feel like I could finish. I had over 5 more miles to go and didn't see how I could do it. My original goal for the race was to not walk at all. After I starting training, I had changed the overall goal to just finish within 3 hours, but the walking was still a huge disappointment. As I continued walking, I mentally beat myself up. I couldn't believe I was letting myself get away with all of this walking! But I was so slow when I ran, that it wasn't worth all of the effort. I started getting so down on myself, I was almost making myself cry! I TRIED reminding myself of all of the people with blood cancers and all they had had to go through. This race was NOTHING compared to that! That would keep me running momentarily, but them my mind would wander and refocus on the fact that people around me were walking and I should too. I knew this was a bad thing. Not just bad, horrible. The worst thing you could do during a race is to mentally beat yourself up - YOU need to be your own biggest cheerleader. I TRIED to get beyond it and decided to sprint past the people in front of me who looked as though they had given up. I didn't want to be surrounded by that negative energy. I needed a fresh view. I got past them and needed to walk after the sprint. I told myself that this could be my last half marathon. If I could get through this one, I wouldn't have to do another one ever again if I didn't want to. So, I started adding in more running here and there.
Unfortunately, the mental beat down continued. A woman behind me started cheering on all of the marathoners who passed us by yelling "Good job runner!". I took offense at this because I was trying to be a runner too! Just because those guys were going way faster, doesn't mean my running was any less impressive! I also started getting incredibly frustrated about how the people along the side of the road had stopped cheering for me and the other slow half-mararhoners. They were now only cheering for the marathoners and once they passed, they stopped cheering. It was disheartening. They saw what I was doing as not a big deal. And I took that totally personally. OF COURSE looking back on all of this I see it was all in my head. ALL of it. But at the time, it was just another reason for me to stop running and take a walk break...again.
When I got to mile 9, I checked in with my iPod (which has a running app) to see how much time I had left before the 3 hour mark. I had about an hour left. That meant I had to average 15 mintues per mile or less in order to meet my goal of finishing within 3 hours. I typically run around a 12 or 13 minute mile, so I saw this as just another excuse to walk more. I knew if I walked some, I could still finish in time. But I also knew I had to keep running here and there or I wouldn't make it. Once I hit mile 11, I tried to increase the running. Having 2 miles to go, I KNEW I could finish, it was just a matter of when. I had a former Team In Training runner named Tim come help me out and give me some words of encouragement, but he couldn't stay with me forever and then I was on my own again.
Turning the corner and seeing the huge crowd |
My big injury |
Over the rest of the weekend I kept moving and still felt pretty good. When I woke up on Sunday, I felt like I had recently exercised, but I didn't feel bad at all. Now on Tuesday, I have a little pain in my left knee, but I'm sure that will go away in a day or two. Over the weekend, I researched the mental piece of running on the internet. I have two more half marathons coming up that I've already registered for: the Capital City River Run Half Marathon in Lansing on 9/16 and the Detroit International Half Marathon on 10/21. My plan is to start running again on June 1 and begin training for these upcoming races. I hope to get a tiny bit faster. But most of all, I hope to overcome my mental wall and be able to run with a positive attitude. That is going to take some work, but I know I can do it. I'm GOING to shake my negative thoughts and I am GOING to have AWESOME RACES!
While looking for information on training your mind for long runs, I found this quote: "If I am still standing at the end of the race, hit me with a board and knock me down, because that means I didn't run hard enough." --Steve Jones, former marathon world record holder. That's kind of how I felt after my race. I feel like I should have been more physically worn out. I had more to give physically, but my mind just wouldn't let me. But I plan to fix this next time.
Me, my girls and my medal |