Last weekend I flew to Chicago to visit my oldest, dearest friend. I needed to run 16 miles at somepoint during the weekend. Just so happens there was a half-mary going on Sunday morning 1.5 miles from her home. I signed up. The race started at 6:30am. I thought this would be clutch. Wrong. Though the temps were cooler than late, in the 60’s at the start, the humidity was still 90%. Molly + humidity = death march. The sports beverage being handed out on the course was Cytomax. I’ve never had Cytomax, and I didn’t want to try it. I forgot my handheld water bottle in the O-H-I-O. I dcided to carry a 20 ounce gatorade with me on the course. By mile 3 I was drenched in sweat. It was really hard to drink out of a wide-mouth gatorade bottle while running 7:00 minute miles. I spilled half of it on me. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, my first mile was 6:38. I wanted to kick my own ass for this stupid mistake. By mile 7 I fell apart, mentally, physically, everything went to hell in a handbasket (I don’t really know what that even means, but I’m pretty sure it applies to my situation). At my breaking point I started getting horrid cramps. Everywhere. Of all varieties: heat related, mestrual related, bowel-movement related. I tried to hold onto my pace, but the cramps consumed my every thought. I stopped at a port-a-john at mile 10. It took me 3 minutes to do my business. 2 minutes was spent trying to unwrap a fresh roll of toilet paper. Apparently this john hadn’t been used before – this would be sweet in any other situation. Post pit stop I regained some speed, but not enough to make up for the lost time. I ran one of my slowest races in a looooooooong time. I was pissed for a second, then I didn’t really care. My only intentions for the day was to get in 16 miles, which I did, and I still ran them at a swift pace. And any day I can start with a run in is a win in my book.
Best thing about the race? I randomly ran into my American Cancer Society rep from Cleveland, who was there supporting the runners, as all the race proceeds went to benefit the American Cancer Society’s Team Determination program, AND I met Flyrunner and her hubs! Completely amazeballs, I felt like I was meeting a celebrity. Gooooo Team Flyrunner!
Worst part of the day? It’s a tie between my 3 minute restroom break and Al Roker being the race day MC. Not a fan of either.
Looking forward to cooler temps and better races and race strategies in the near future. Like the Emerald City Half Mary, hollllla.