Horrors From the Road
Well, I'm back and I must say...this was the WORSE race I have EVER done. But, as embarrassed as I am, I am going to go ahead and post as there is a lesson to be learned here.
Today was the BIG day, the day I have been waiting for - The Rock and Roll 1/2 Marathon. I woke up at 450, brushed my teeth, got dressed and grabbed a quick breakfast. Normally, I would suck down a protein shake w/ banana and then a 1/2 english muffin with peanut butter. But, this was different. A long run, which would need a bit more substance. So, I have 1 turkey sausage link, 1/4 cup of cooked oatmeal (that's all that I ate from a 1/2 cup), with a small bit of honey and sliced almonds. I brought a banana to nibble on while waiting around.
I arrived at the convention center around 550, and by 600, the oatmeal is int he trash. I cannot pick through it. Stomache does not feel well. By 610, I was throwing up. Oh My God!!! What am i going to do. I'm not dumping, it feels more like my stomach is in knots and my oatmeal is stuck. I take a small sip of my hydration water and, that makes it even worse. I am now trying to nibble on a banana and drink a little something, with no such luck. I cannot keep ANYTHING down. I begin to panic...I can't run a 13 mile race with NOTHING.
Ok...relax....it will be fine.
About 640, I see my sister and her hubby. They are in stall 16 (I'm in 22). Robin (my sister) decides that she does not want to be in stall 16, so her and hubby decide to come with me to 22. COOL! Then, out of the blur...Blair arrives. RIGHT ON! How cool is this? We were able to wish each other good luck and I get to go into the bushes and be sick...yet again. YEAH!
Blair takes off and Robin, Russ and I head to my corral. We are getting jazzed up to go. Ipod ready to start..check. Headphones on...check. Heart rate monitor ready...check. And it's time for us to take off. Feeling good, looking good. We head down 19th to Pacific and I feel good. LOTS of people cheering us on. Stomache is a bit weak, but I can TOTALLY do this!
Russ takes off leaving Robin and I behind. That's fine. Robin is a new runner, so I don't mind hanging with her motivating her....for a bit.... We hit the 2 mile mark, and it begins again. I'm on the side of the road throwing up. What the hell?!?!?!?! We hit the 5K mark and I have to potty....BAD! The lines were long and there was NO way tha I could hold it. It was making me sick to my stomach, so we go to an EMT for an escourt across the street to the porta-potties. He was a jerk. Robin chewe him out, while I ran across the street to potty. I was in there for a while - poor Robin.
Ok...we are back int he game again. We start running and about mile 5, my stomach starts in again. I'm dehydrating and have stomach cramps - great combo. I get in a little bit of water, but it is coming out one way or another. Another potty pit-stop is just ahead. Poor Robin. She was SUCH a good sport. She wanted to walk, and I had NO problem walking with her. If I wanted to run a bit, she did the same.
We did this to mile 7 when I saw my son who had some crystal light hydration for me. I took the bottle with me and off Robin and I went when we notice....her feet are bleeding....BAD. We stopped at the medical tent at mile 8, porta-potty at mile 9 and by mile 10, I realized that I had just started my period....could this get ANY worse?????
By this point we were just out for whatever we could do. Legs were cramping (mine), hips were cramping (hers), I'm dehydrated and really should not be there and her feet are hamburger. What a pair.
BUT....we finished. We ran it in the last mile, and really hit the pavement the last 400 feet. Holding hands, we crossed the finish line. Hugging each other, both with tears in our eyes.
My our watches, we were 3 hours, 40 minutes - not quite the time I had hoped for. But, looking back at what my goal was when I signed up...it was to finish. And I...WE...did.
I now have a memory that will last me forever, and it's not the time I ran in the 1/2 marathon, but the time I spent with my sister doing something positive for US. It gave us a chance to really talk, without the kids in and out or anything else....it was just us.
So....in retrospect, was my run a success?? Yes...it was!
Until next year!
PS: I burned 2863 calories.....I'm eating tonight - haha. Sending hubby to Cheesecake Factory for a slice of sugar free cheesecake - Yeah me!
Today was the BIG day, the day I have been waiting for - The Rock and Roll 1/2 Marathon. I woke up at 450, brushed my teeth, got dressed and grabbed a quick breakfast. Normally, I would suck down a protein shake w/ banana and then a 1/2 english muffin with peanut butter. But, this was different. A long run, which would need a bit more substance. So, I have 1 turkey sausage link, 1/4 cup of cooked oatmeal (that's all that I ate from a 1/2 cup), with a small bit of honey and sliced almonds. I brought a banana to nibble on while waiting around.
I arrived at the convention center around 550, and by 600, the oatmeal is int he trash. I cannot pick through it. Stomache does not feel well. By 610, I was throwing up. Oh My God!!! What am i going to do. I'm not dumping, it feels more like my stomach is in knots and my oatmeal is stuck. I take a small sip of my hydration water and, that makes it even worse. I am now trying to nibble on a banana and drink a little something, with no such luck. I cannot keep ANYTHING down. I begin to panic...I can't run a 13 mile race with NOTHING.
Ok...relax....it will be fine.
About 640, I see my sister and her hubby. They are in stall 16 (I'm in 22). Robin (my sister) decides that she does not want to be in stall 16, so her and hubby decide to come with me to 22. COOL! Then, out of the blur...Blair arrives. RIGHT ON! How cool is this? We were able to wish each other good luck and I get to go into the bushes and be sick...yet again. YEAH!
Blair takes off and Robin, Russ and I head to my corral. We are getting jazzed up to go. Ipod ready to start..check. Headphones on...check. Heart rate monitor ready...check. And it's time for us to take off. Feeling good, looking good. We head down 19th to Pacific and I feel good. LOTS of people cheering us on. Stomache is a bit weak, but I can TOTALLY do this!
Russ takes off leaving Robin and I behind. That's fine. Robin is a new runner, so I don't mind hanging with her motivating her....for a bit.... We hit the 2 mile mark, and it begins again. I'm on the side of the road throwing up. What the hell?!?!?!?! We hit the 5K mark and I have to potty....BAD! The lines were long and there was NO way tha I could hold it. It was making me sick to my stomach, so we go to an EMT for an escourt across the street to the porta-potties. He was a jerk. Robin chewe him out, while I ran across the street to potty. I was in there for a while - poor Robin.
Ok...we are back int he game again. We start running and about mile 5, my stomach starts in again. I'm dehydrating and have stomach cramps - great combo. I get in a little bit of water, but it is coming out one way or another. Another potty pit-stop is just ahead. Poor Robin. She was SUCH a good sport. She wanted to walk, and I had NO problem walking with her. If I wanted to run a bit, she did the same.
We did this to mile 7 when I saw my son who had some crystal light hydration for me. I took the bottle with me and off Robin and I went when we notice....her feet are bleeding....BAD. We stopped at the medical tent at mile 8, porta-potty at mile 9 and by mile 10, I realized that I had just started my period....could this get ANY worse?????
By this point we were just out for whatever we could do. Legs were cramping (mine), hips were cramping (hers), I'm dehydrated and really should not be there and her feet are hamburger. What a pair.
BUT....we finished. We ran it in the last mile, and really hit the pavement the last 400 feet. Holding hands, we crossed the finish line. Hugging each other, both with tears in our eyes.
My our watches, we were 3 hours, 40 minutes - not quite the time I had hoped for. But, looking back at what my goal was when I signed up...it was to finish. And I...WE...did.
I now have a memory that will last me forever, and it's not the time I ran in the 1/2 marathon, but the time I spent with my sister doing something positive for US. It gave us a chance to really talk, without the kids in and out or anything else....it was just us.
So....in retrospect, was my run a success?? Yes...it was!
Until next year!
PS: I burned 2863 calories.....I'm eating tonight - haha. Sending hubby to Cheesecake Factory for a slice of sugar free cheesecake - Yeah me!
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My dear friend, Jill
You are so right. It was a huge success. I am so proud of you and have lived through each of your runs. What a wonderful example you are for your sister. you are a real champion in my mind and always will be!! Your friend (one of many) from Fredericksburg, Sue
You are so right. It was a huge success. I am so proud of you and have lived through each of your runs. What a wonderful example you are for your sister. you are a real champion in my mind and always will be!! Your friend (one of many) from Fredericksburg, Sue
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Hi Jill things happen for a reason and the quality time that you spent with your sister will be along time memory of you two doing the race. A memory that you will treasure. It's not how fast we can run it's the effort that you put forth to do this being sick and all. I think you and your sister are both winners you did it together, and you will both treasure this day. Hope you get that cheesecake and enjoy every bite of it. Tomygirl
Yeah! So happy for you and your sister that you finished the race!
Any idea what was causing all the stomach issues? I've been having similar episodes lately (things coming out one way or the other). I can't put my finger on what's changed other than a bit of bodily stress from my car accident....which is improving.
Any idea what was causing all the stomach issues? I've been having similar episodes lately (things coming out one way or the other). I can't put my finger on what's changed other than a bit of bodily stress from my car accident....which is improving.
Christina 
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