Monday, June 14, 2010
Utah Valley Marathon!!
The weather was nice driving up to the start. There wasn't even a drizzle, but you can tell it rained all night and it was about to pick up again any time soon. After standing around the fire pits for about an hour the rain started coming, it was a light rain, so much so that you couldn't really tell unless you were looking at a light and saw it falling. My toes were wet from standing in the wet grass, but I figured they'd dry after a little while. That was until about 15 minutes before the race started and it the rain came POURING down. I wish I would have thought about it, but the smart people brought ponchos and trash bags to keep them warm and dry. I had my Nike Jacket that was supposed to be water proof, but it failed miserably. I was soaked! The race started around 5:45 and the rain had stopped. It was nice, not an ounce of wind, it wasn't too cold, and the fresh mountain air was awesome.
Mile 9-10 were a little rough, but I was able to keep my pace under 12.
At Mile 19 we were out of the canyon. I knew it was a straight shot to the finish line from there. Only 7 more miles to go. "I've done 7 miles before....I can do this..." I picked my pace up to about 13 minute miles. I felt better about that then I did 15-16 minute miles. It was going to take me FOREVER going at that pace.
Mile 20-23 my thighs were just BURNING. They hurt! I just kept telling myself, "Hey, this is nothing compared to having straight Pitocin. Your thighs hurt worse then and you made it though. You can do this! The pain will be over soon." Adam called a couple times during these miles to see where I was. My pace had dropped to around a 14 min mile cause I was still going back and forth with running. Dad called around mile 23 to tell me he was waiting at the bottom of the hill right before the finish line and would be there to run the last little bit with me. That got me pumped and I knew that if I just kept moving (even though it was a pathetic little trot) I would get there and could run with him. I started getting all emotional thinking about it. I just kept telling myself that I needed to concentrate now and when I saw him I could start bawling.
Mile 24-25 I passed the 25 mile sign and saw the hill. It was a pretty short hill, but it was tall. I couldn't figure out which "bottom of the hill" dad would be at, so when I found out he was at the end of the hill it motivated me to move even faster to get over that hill to get to him. I saw him there at the bottom waiting for me, taking pictures. I was excited. The tears didn't come when I met up with him, my mind was determined to finish this thing. My thighs burned, my feet ached, my shoulders were sore...but I kept going.
Mile 26-26.2 I was able to pick up the pace again. Dad ran with me for about a half a mile and then he cut through a parking lot to get a picture of me rounding the corner to the finish line. Mom was waiting at mile 26 and ran with me for a couple hundred yards. Surprisingly I had some energy left and picked up the pace to the finish. Jason, the kids, Gma T, and my parents were all there waiting to see my finish. :)
I crossed the line, got my medal, hugged family, and then started feeling the pain in my feet and legs...OOOH...I was SORE!! The crazy thing was, other than sore legs and feet, I felt 100%. I wasn't huffing and puffing the whole race. Everything besides my legs felt great.
My official time was 5:55:29.7! Yeah, I was slooooow...but I did it. I look at it this way...my next marathon will be an automatic PR. :)
Plus, I'm sure it didn't help that I'm around 6 weeks prego. I knew I was going to get lead legs....Hahaha! That's a good excuse, right? :)