The Run: 6.1 miles
After the first two sports of this race NOT going well, I had very low expectations for the run. I had to pee for the last hour on the bike, and my first order of business was to find a porta potty. I was so deep in a pit of pathetic self pity that I no longer cared about my time. I had to pee, and that is what I needed to take care of.
I caught up to the woman in the greenish blue below, and asked her where the nearest restroom was. She said that she had 4 kids and could no longer hold her pee in for very long either. We laughed after I told her I didn’t have a good excuse like that! She said there might be one up the road a little bit, and I said that she was a badass for being out there!
Side note: I talked with some women a couple of days ago at a meeting, and they were using the fact that they had kids and that is why they didn’t race or workout for that matter. I used this awesome lady as an example to negate that horrible myth. If you want it, you make it happen!!! Your training time might have to be shorter than others out there, but at least you are out there doing something, right?! Right!
Anyway, I passed her and hoped that my body would just reabsorb the water. Then, a funny thing happened. Everything seemed to click. My garmin was working. My legs were turning over really fast. Of course, this is all relative, but fast for me. My goal was a 9:30 pace after biking 24 miles, but my legs were going at about a 7:10 pace for the first mile. My breathing was labored, but not overly labored.
I thought about the fact that I might blow up and die after the first 2 miles, but I just focused on calming my breathing down just a bit and went with it. I’m not going to argue with my body when it ACTUALLY wants to run FAST for itself once in a while.
I started passing all those people who passed me mercilessly on the bike. I’m not kidding you. I must have passed 30 people. NO ONE passed me. It was mind boggling. My ego started inflating from it’s deflated state punctured from the swim and bike. That only fueled me more.
Who am I? Where did these legs come from?
I don’t know, but just go with it!
But I have to pee!
No, no you don’t! We don’t have time for this! Reabsorb! Reabsorb! (As if I could tell my bladder what to do?)
This run is like the “Run for the Cure.” This is my “Run for the Pee”!
“Run for the Pee”!!!!!!! I actually started repeating this to myself.
Okay, so I’m a freak, right? I know.
Anyway, I started cheering for people who looked like they were really suffering. I passed a 60 year old walking. She was doing the relay portion of the race. I yelled to her how much she was an inspiration to me.
I saw a guy who was passing everyone up ahead, and then I passed him. He looked pissed.
haha. You got chicked!
I ran into this guy!! I started reading his blog when I was living in Germany once I found out that I was moving to Spokane. He actually knew who I was! It was so cool! We said our goodbyes after a brief chat, and I headed off.
The last mile, my stomach started feeling weird.
WARNING: TMI coming up…
I felt like I had to pass gas, but I wasn’t sure if it was gas or something way worse. I held it in for the fear that it was more than gas and just started picking up the pace.
This wasn’t just a “Run for the Pee” anymore. This was a “Run for the Clean Shorts”!
I passed a girl who yelled “Good Job!” to me about .2 of a mile to the finish, and I just yelled back:
“I just have to go to the bathroom!! Good luck to you!” Oh yes. I’m the epitome of class. At least I’m polite.
I resisted every urge to hold my butt as I passed the finishline and ran straight to the first visible porta potty.
Back in transition area where I proceeded to pick up all my stuff, I peeked at my garmin. I held an average 7:58 pace for the entire run. My official time for the run was 49:30. And, here is the sad part, I was hurting just a tad at this pace. Although I probably could have pushed it just a tad harder, I did really enjoy myself. I thought it was a lovely run.
My run had redeemed the crappy swim and bike, and I was on cloud nine. I was psyched!
Again, I go through a range of emotions in races, and this race was a prime example.
I have a list of people who I would like to thank:
1) To My Amazing Husband: Thank you so much for putting up with my extensive freaking out before the race especially having to do with the missing wetsuit. Thank you for not divorcing me for my antics! You are a great photographer even though you decided on many butt shots in the beginning of the race. You are a great sherpa and supporter. I love you! I can’t wait to switch places for your 100 mile running race coming up soon!
2) The Amazing Spectators: Thanks, Trina! I know you had to be out there anyway for your hubs, but I did hear your words of encouragement for me, and they did help! The crowd was great as well. This was just a well organized race. Other than the fact that there were no porta potties on the actual run course. ;(
3) My Bloggy Friends: You guys are amazing as well! Thank you for always believing in me and reminding me to stop doubting myself!
I have yet another 2 day relay race that starts today. I will be tweeting about my experiences during the race! After an hour and a half hour of sleep for my last relay race, I can tell you that I will need all the encouragement you want to give!
Have you had any races where you surprised yourself?