When I registered for this year’s:
I forgot about the hills.
I forgot how too-fast I ran.
I remembered feeling good afterwards.
I wasn’t mentally prepared for this race, my sleep was lacking because one of our cats decided a lot lately that he wants everyone to walk up at 5am, and since I rarely have a reason to be up that early, I do not go to bed earlier enough to get a lot of sleep. We left about 15 minutes later than I really wanted to, but I was the reason for that because I didn’t have my bag packed the night before like I usually do.
I forgot that the main road to get to the parking area would be blocked for the half-marathon and 4k that started before the 8k, and that the typical road to take as an alternate was completely shut-down for all of the distances. We had to park 5 blocks further away than I would have liked, so we had to walk that much further to get to the start. We arrived at the start line 1 minute before the gun went off. One Minute.
The weather was okay, the temperature was in the 60s, there was some wind, but the humidity was higher than it should be in May in Minnesota. I was deciding the final 2 miles if I should run without a shirt, as I usually would run with only a sports bra for a top in that kind of weather, but since that required exertion I decided to just think about it instead of act upon it.
Thankfully, I did run this event last year, so I remembered how many potholes and uneven the pavement would be for a majority of the course. I also remembered how little vehicle traffic there would be so I could run on the road for portions that the sidewalk was not comfortable, and run on the sidewalk when the roads wear really uncomfortable. This was MAJORLY beneficial.
Since we arrived one minute before the gun went off, I didn’t get to use the port-o-potty before the race like my body is accustomed to, so I had to pee immediately. I didn’t see a single port-o-potty until mile 3, which was mentally tough fighting my bladder on all of the hills before getting to ‘go.’ But once I was relieved, my mood lightened, until I remembered the final hill.
My chip time was 2 seconds slower than last year, even though I did take walking breaks, I also stopped to use the port-o-potty this year, so I did run it faster. What was I thinking? I
probably wasn’t, but I still felt good mentally. Until 4 hours later when I sat through my brother’s college commencement for 2.5 straight hours, my shins started feeling very tight.
My shins hurt a lot last night when I finally returned home, and was getting more difficult to walk up the stairs. I slept with my Zensah Calf-Sleeves on for compression, and turned on heated mattress cover to keep the muscles warm. I woke up and they felt healed! I spent an hour in heated yoga this morning, and my brain and body are all sorts of happy now!
Side note: I realized I ran 85.5 miles in April, my highest mileage month to date. WOO HOO!
Next week is the half-marathon, I’m hoping to keep this peacefulness my brain is currently in through the next 7 days. 🙂