No point going into details on this one – it was awful. All that training and when it came to the big day it just wasn’t going to happen. I have no idea why but I battled nausea and lightheadedness from 8k on. When I tried to refuel it just made things worse. Normally this is how I react when over heated but the temperatures actually remained a little cooler than called for, or at least I didn’t feel overly hot most of the time. I have no reason, no explanation. I just know that by the time I hit the half way mark the race had just become about finishing. I’m happy I finished, it would have been easy to quit. I knew I did not want to send that message to my children who met me at several spots to cheer me on. But I am sad of course too. Not so much about adding more than 20 minutes to my first marathon time. More so because I missed the rush, that amazing feeling of racing and crossing a well-earned finish line. I was envious of the people around me who were just so pleased to finish the course.
Here’s the irony… when I trained for my first marathon I honestly felt that my running became worse. I was slower and seemed more prone to injury. This time around I feel I became a much stronger runner, yet the race itself was much worse.
As always, it is good to look at the bigger picture to try to feel better. In my training I ran my fastest km, fastest mile, fastest 10k, fastest 10 miler and fastest 30k. For the first time I hit 200 km or more of training in a month. In fact I hit that 3 months in a row. I put in 100 more km of training than I did last time. I guess I will work on focusing on these achievements.
There were two highlights of the weekend. Evan ran an amazing personal best, finishing the 5k in 25:22, putting him in the top 1000 of a race with more than 8500 participants. Luke ran his very first 5k and finished in an incredible 32:02 I am sooooo proud of them both!!!