Sunday, December 19, 2010
The first 7 miles weren’t bad, the next 3 were a little more difficult, especially when I started feeling some mild, persistent pain in my right calf, and the last 3 miles were an exercise in self-loathing.
Last night I looked up the weather forecast for today, it predicted a 100% chance of rain from 10:00-11:00AM (the race started at 10:30), 90% by noon and 80% by 1:00—the forecast was correct on all accounts. Temperatures were supposed to start out at about 37 degrees and reach a high of 42—right again (as far as I could tell). It actually wasn’t too bad for most of the run, although it rained off and on, but the last 3 miles were a downpour of freezing, pelting, uncomfortable rain. My feet were sloshing, squishy wet sponges that became more and more difficult to lift as I reached the end.
And, when I reached mile 10 it was right back at the starting line, and Brett and his kids were waiting nearby; Gabi ran over and grabbed my legs, thinking the race was over, when I explained that I had 3 more miles to run, Aric yelled, “you’re kidding me!” After that the freezing deluge began, and they got in the car and followed me for a bit, slowing down to cheer me on, then going on ahead to wait for me to catch up. When I got to the last half mile or so I could no longer tolerate the sopping wet sweatshirt tied around my waist and sliding down my legs. Aric and Anna were waiting by the car on the side of the road and Aric ran over and took it for me. When the last 500 yards were in sight Brett let me know this and I was able to 'book it' as much as was physically possible for me to book it, at that point.
All I can say is that I didn’t walk any of it, although sometimes my speed was particularly slow and the only believable manifestations of a ‘run’ were my high-energy, swinging arms. But, I didn’t stop for breaks, and most importantly, I finished it and it’s OVER. WOO-HOO!