Tuesday, April 08, 2014
So on April 6, 2014 - I ran my very first half marathon. I DID IT! So here's the good, the bad, and the ugly (also known as me being petty, I had one of those moments during the race).
So the day of my half marathon, I had a really bad case of nerves. REALLY BAD. I can't recall the last time I was that nervous and emotionally distraught about ANYTHING. I've even been on job interviews in the last month, and I was nowhere near as nervous as I was when I got ready to run this half marathon.
So I pull up in the parking lot of the fairgrounds (where the start line is) and it is pouring down rain. I'm talking about an amazon forest type rainstorm, complete with heavy rain, thunder, lightning, wind, and the temp was approximately 49 degrees. So I'm sitting in the car, with the devil and the angel having a battle in my head.
Devil: "Wait, Lexie, we can drive home right now and you'll be back in your warm comfy bed in about 30 minutes. Screw the hundred bucks you paid for this race! You've wasted more money than that in your lifetime!"
Angel: "Lexie, you've worked really hard since December to train for this race. Why throw it all away now because of a little rain? You've run in subfreezing temps - what's a little rain?"
Devil: "But you spent $150 bucks on your nice lovely running shoes! You're only going to RUIN them in this rain!"
Angel: "Tsk tsk. What a shame it would be if you didn't get to christen those shoes with the purpose they were intended - running your first half marathon."
So I am sitting in my car - fuming - 300 degrees hot, angry about SOMETHING I COULD NOT CONTROL (the weather). So eventually the angel in my head wins (why are you mad about something you can't control?!), but I storm to the meeting area, still mad. As I'm walking to the meeting area, I'm hearing a few comments about the weather, but no one seems to be as royally pissed off as I am.
Angel: "See, Lexie, no one is really mad about the weather. No one is taking it personally like you. Do you really think God intended to only piss YOU off with the rain? How self centered is that? Get over yourself."
So I continue my stroll (or should I say angry march)...and encounter two people who are leaving. Someone asks them if the race has been cancelled. They state that it hasn't, but they've decided they're not running in these conditions.
Devil: "Follow them. They have the right idea. Go home Lexie. GO HOME."
Angel: "All that training out the window. All those days you wanted to sit at home on the sofa but you got your ass up and ran anyway. All of that for NOTHING."
Angel = +2. Devil = 0. I continue my march on up to the bag check area.
So I check my bag and try and mentally psyche myself up for this endeavor, despite the rain, cold, lightning, thunder, and wind.
Gun goes off...and we're off. Not very many people out since Dallas currently resembles an Amazon rain forest. Not exactly the kind of start line fan fare I was hoping for.
After I start running, I start crying. YES, CRYING. I figure no one can see me cry anyway because it's raining SO.DAYUM.HARD.
Before I started the race, I also set the goal that I wanted to finish around three hours (no more than three hours and ten minutes). I've been averaging 13 - 13.5 minute miles so I figured it was a reasonable expectation.
So after my first mile (around the 11:20 mark) I stop crying and get into my "zone". Super thrilled because I'm way under that 13 minute mark. I also stay with the 3:00 pacer and I tell myself to NEVER LET HER LEAVE MY SIGHT.
I really don't remember miles 2 - 10, but there were a few notable things I did remember:
1 - I had to use the portapotty around mile 4. Thank God for toilet paper. It's the little things in life.
2 - Around mile 6, we arrived at the area I did a lot my training at. It made me extra happy and seemed to give me an extra burst of energy
3 - Around mile 8, I encountered a little skinny chick (no offense to the horizontally acute, maybe one day I'll be one of you) who seemed to be using me as her pacer, because every time I passed her she'd speed up just enough to pass me and start back walking. Well, she finally gave up and "let me leave her in the dust". Nyah nyah nyah boo boo the fat girl beat you (the devil sings in my head).
Mile 10.5. UGH. So my left ankle and my right hamstring start talking to me. "Ummmm, Lexie, are we done? No...we only have 3 miles to go. You can handle 3 miles. That's nothing but a 5k and you've run plenty of those." So I'd rest and walk a bit, try and start running again, and left ankie and right hammy want to keep crying and whispering to me. "Lexie, let's stop. Pleeeeaseeee."
MILE 12.5. ARE WE THERE YET? It feels so close, yet so far away. I'm back on the fairgrounds and I know this S*** is almost over. I am getting VERY ANGRY AT THIS POINT. WHERE THE EFF IS THE FINISH LINE?
Mile 12.93 - I'm running next to this girl who also seems a little distraught and pissed off. *Reminder, it has rained the ENTIRE race. And the rain is just adding to my anger. I ask her - "Where is the finish line?" Her reply - "I don't know but I wish it would show the **** up!!!"
(Deep down I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who's distraught at this point).
Well I can tell that we're finally at the finish line because the 10 idiots who had nothing else to do but cheer at a half marathon in rainy, windy, 49 degree weather are standing around cheering, and I see something that looks like finish line arches. Considering the fact that I paid for all my pictures I figured I should try and have at least one cute picture (because I'm sure the rest of them look like s**t), so I try and smile, and run across the finish line in a blaze of glory.
Yes, I did it. I ran 13.1 miles. And yes, I was afraid. AND I GOT MY 13.1 for MY CAR!
Here's a few pics. The short lady in my pic is the 3:00 pacer. I thanked her immensely after the race, because she helped me with my goal.
I'll post one or two more after I get the official race pics.
Completed in 3:02
Avg pace - 13:54
Fastest pace - 10:00 (yaaaaay!)
This isn't going to be my last half. I'd like to do one next time with more fanfare. So lemme explain...
Since I've been racing, one of the things I've realized that usually, the "nicer" races cost more. The entry fee for this race was only $60 (plus pictures it was $97). To be honest, the medal is nice, but the finisher's shirt SUCKS. TERRIBLE. Also, the expo wasn't that great. And I'm going to attribute this to the weather, but there wasn't much "fanfare". Those signs and people encouraging you along the way REALLY DO HELP.
My next half will either be the Rock & Roll or the Nike Women's (which I tried to get into this year but I didn't get picked in the lottery).
And I REALLY REALLY HOPE next year it's not a monsoon outside.
P.S. My shoes are dry! They don't stink! Just remove the insole, stuff em with newsprint, and let them sit for a day.
So I'm resting for a few days, then it's back to running. Next year - time to beat - 2:30! Let's hope I drop a few more pounds in the process. :)
Monday, February 24, 2014
So I just moved, and decided I'd get back into Step class since the chain of gyms I attend has it offered at the location closest to my house, and I need to do some cross training to supplement my half marrathon training. I've attended numerous other gyms, and never felt "singled out" because I'm not a 5 foot four size two. Even though I'm a big girl, I work out quite frequently and I run quite frequently since I'm training for that big 13.1 - but I'm extremely uncoordinated and it takes me a while to get acclimated to classes such as step. One of my previous step instructors told me that if you can't get the step then make sure you keep moving and do a basic step until you get to a move that you can do/know.
I did that Saturday in one of the step instructors classes. I guess she thought that I was tired because in the middle of class she came over to me and insisted that I remove one of my risers. I proceed to tell her - I'm not tired just extremely uncoordinated - I've been doing step for a while (and on top of that I run), I just need to get used to you as an instructor - and she continues to insist that I remove a riser. I tell her again - I'M NOT TIRED JUST UNCOORDINATED and she doesn't listen.
So at this point I'm angry, in my feelings, and thoroughly embarrassed. I decided that I was going to finish the class out, but I'm extremely pissed off and made up my mind that I will NOT be attending her class again. I also went on yelp and left her a lovely (insert sarcasm) review.
She could have come to me AFTER class and said something along the lines of "Good work! I hope to see you next class. If you need to make things easier on yourself then you can take out a riser" - or something along those lines. Granted I may be a bit "In my Feelings" but most of my friends have agreed that she could have handled it differently. I don't know if she is an extreme control freak, or maybe she just looked at me and made a few assumptions - but it didn't give me the warm and fuzzies about being in her class.
Ok rant over. Now for some good news.
I had this week's long run yesterday. It's the longest run I've had since I've been training for this half marathon - 5.53 miles. The last time I ran that long was for my 10k back in 2010. I have to be honest. It sucked for many reasons:
1 - it was such a lovely day the only thing I could think about was sitting on a patio at a restaurant, having a glass of riesling, and people watching
2 - It was kind of hot during the run (I WILL NOT COMPLAIN ABOUT THE HEAT THOUGH. See my last blog post if needed).
3 - Sometimes it discourages me to see people running faster than me. While I feel like I'm about to die, it seems as if they aren't exerting any effort at all. I know this isn't always true, but sometimes I get a bit "in my feelings" about it.
4 - My IT Band is still acting up a bit.
I did it though. 5.5 miles down. 7.5 to go.
And I must be honest - I felt great after I finished.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
I would like to take this opportunity to complain about the weather. I'd like to speak to a supervisor about winter...oh wait.
Thanks CapeCodBabe for the pic....
Feel free to leave your profanity laced rants about the weather here!
Oh yeah...I WILL NOT COMPLAIN ABOUT THE HEAT. I WILL NOT COMPLAIN ABOUT THE HEAT. I WILL NOT COMPLAIN ABOUT THE HEAT. I WILL NOT COMPLAIN ABOUT THE HEAT. I WILL NOT COMPLAIN ABOUT THE HEAT. I WILL NOT COMPLAIN ABOUT THE HEAT.
Sooooo sick of this winter (and the high ass light bill that comes with it). Last month my light bill was $172 for a two bedroom one bath apartment - but that's because most days it didn't break 40 degrees. Ummm I thought I lived in Texas?!?!?!?!
OK that's enough I suppose. But I'm REALLY sick of winter.
Monday, October 07, 2013
So a little over a week ago, I was super excited because I hate a date. A date! Yaaaay!
Well come have a laugh at my expense, because it was the date from hell.
So my date and I decided that we'd have a mini cookout. I told him I'd take care of the food, and asked him to bring a bottle of vodka and whatever chaser he'd like to have with it.
So here goes the fun...
Strike 1 - he shows up two hours late.
Strike 2 - when he gets to the cookout area he is HIGH AS A KITE. (disclaimer - I don't have a major issue when people smoke weed, but NOT ON THE FIRST DATE).
Strike 3 - He brought a half pint bottle of new amsterdam vodka, and half of it was gone! Ok, if you're familiar with New Amsterdam Vodka, the 750 ml bottle is generally about $15 so it's not expensive vodka. This probably puts the half pint bottle around $7 or $8. Then you drank half of it before you even got to the date? WTF?!?!?!
There is one final strike which I'll get to in a second - but for the "date" itself, it went okay. He told me his entire life story (and he has waaaaaaaaaay too much baggage for me to deal with, even if he didn't have all these strikes against him). He told me he was nervous, that's why he showed up to the cookout high as a kite (and probably drunk). He also told me I was being "secretive" since I wouldn't spill my guts as well - ahhhh whatever. But now for the final strike...
So when it's time for this fool to leave, he gives me a sob story and asks me for $20 for gas. Am I on punked? I can't make this stuff up...
Back to the drawing board...sigh. It's kind of funny though. I should write a book about all my bad dating experiences.
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