Last Week’s Miles
Moday- Day Of Rest
Tuesday- 10 Miles
10 Miles Sick with a cold
10 Mile Run Still Sick
10 Mile Run Getting Better But Resting For Sunday’s Marathon
Saturday – Omaha Friends And Family One Mile Run
Sunday- Omaha Marathon Time 5:19
This Is What I Love, This Is What I Live For, is what was rolling through my head almost the entire time of my marathon on Sunday. The race was 7 am, but I woke up just in time to make it to the starting line and that was about it. I parked my rental car quickly, and headed in the direction of the other runners towards the TD Ameritrade Park. In my mind I was only going to run 20 miles for a much needed training run for my upcoming MCM.
I took Kristy’s @PghRunner.com advice ” My friend used a marathon as a training run, and he is a genius the way he did it. He knew he didn’t trust himself, and REALLY wanted to be able to run his goal race. When the starting gun went off, he WALKED the first 6 miles, then, he ran the last 20. He got to complete a marathon, he didn’t run any extra than his plan called for, and he said it was one of the most enjoyable marathons. I’d do that, so you can get credit for running it, and collect your bling!“ and fast walked the first six miles of the marathon.
The weather was beautiful and the course flat ( running along Carter Lake) compared to the hilly MT Vernon Trail I train on. The one thing that puzzled me is that through out the race I had to stop and quickly stretch my ankles, because they were hurting. I can only assume it was, because I wore my new Zensah compression socks. In the past wearing compression socks hurt my calves not helped them, but I thought it was because I had a size too small. These new socks were a large. I stopped and took off the one compression sock that may have affected my ankle and put it on my arm. I did not want to give up on the race, so I just stopped and rotated my ankle around from time to time through out the course.
At mile six the battery on my Ipod shuffle died, then at mile 20 my Garmin died. It was the last six miles that really hurt the most. It was the first time on a run that my mind wanted to keep going, but my body disagreed. I tried to envision the last six miles of my runs in the past and just focus on what that was like. I reminded myself that it was not so bad in the past. Every mile was put in the past and forgotten, and every mile ahead was tackled with a fresh new outlook.
The finish came, with nothing supper exciting. There were only about 850 or so marathon runners and I was in the 700th range to finish. At this point everyone was wrapping things up to go home. I crossed the finish line and totally forgot where I parked my rental car and on top of that I could barely walk. Thanks to a friendly cop, we found it after searching many streets in down town Omaha, lol. Today as I am writing this I feel great, I can walk just fine and my ankle does not hurt, but I would love to share with you what I have learned from running my first marathon. First memorize the name of the street where you parked your car so you don’t loose it and second wear Body Glide.