The first 9 miles were fairly uneventful. I tried to stay as close to my marathon pace (10:15) as I could, even having to walk some of a few miles to slow things down. Mile 10 was different and the start of the downfall. I started cramping in my legs. I have never experienced cramping before – ever, so it was new to me. I struggled to keep going, At 13.1 I stopped to take a picture of my watch to send to Coach Mike. I think I wrote “out of gas”. At mile 14 I stopped at the house to get some straight Gatorade and change my shirt and headband. Unlike some previous long runs, I vowed to never stopped my watch or Garmin Fit this entire run, so that I could see the results of the real me.
By this time, the congestion meds I took at 430 a.m. had worn off, and the phlegm, runny nose and coughing started. I have been struggling with this summer cold for over a week now, and honestly felt better yesterday, but night time breathing was somewhat labored. However I went to bed at 7 p.m., so I felt like I should have gotten enough sleep.
The weather was beautiful!! I think it got up to 70 in the 5 hours I was out there. Unseasonably cool since the rains came through yesterday afternoon and last night. The sun shown from miles 15-22, so any shade from large trees was welcome, but only exist at the one end of the backroad, as it is mostly cornfields or soybeans.
When I got to mile 20 I stopped to take another picture of the watch and noted that I was “still kicking”. In spite of cramping and a general sore feeling all these miles, I felt good at the time the watch showed. All I wanted was a sub-5 marathon. Well, that’s not exactly true. I REALLY wanted to complete this marathon. Although the Eastern Kentucky marathon had been canceled due to severe flooding, all of the #Runnerds who were supposed to run decided to run anyway, on their own. I was told by many experienced runners that running a marathon alone is “tough”, but I felt ready, I trained hard, and I had friends, family and those who supported me through Autism Speaks that I had behind me. I wasn’t running this race for a medal, but I HAD to do it.
Somewhere during mile 25 I started feeling lightheaded, even dizzy. Again, something I never experienced before but I was less than a mile from my house now – ain’t no way I was quitting now!! Although I had a hydration station at the street, I again ran to the house to get straight Gatorade. I figured I seriously needed salt, but have NO IDEA where that is in all my running stuffs, since I have never had to use it.
So up and back the end of the road I went. A lot of walking and what felt like barely moving, but my kids could see me, so I wasn’t quitting. Lots of crying (maybe that’s where all the salt went. Hmmmm.) Lots of “running in the mile I was in“. Lots of thinking about supporters and Striders who believe in me, lots of Reist in my ear telling me to keep going, and my kids. Did I say that already?!?
So the picture is the splits I ran. The last were 25: 14:36, and 26: 13.29; with a total time of 5 hours, 3 minutes and 29 seconds.
I left it all out there. I can’t be upset with my performance. I have no excuses.
Just a goal of a sub-5 marathon that still has yet to be reached. Thankfully Coach Mike Run Nerds Rock has agreed to keep me on as a client