Sunday, March 09, 2014
Yesterday, March 8, I did my second Half Marathon of the year (and second ever). It was a small, local race (although it brought in people from 21 states!). It was a beautiful day, about 55 degrees. The race was set up with a "non-competitive" atmosphere to give everyone a perfect experience.
The first 5 miles were great. We started with a hill at mile 2, but I was feeling good and the hill went smoothly. I kept feeling good until around mile 10. Then, I just started hurting -- slowly, but surely - from my calves up to my thighs to my hips. By mile 11, I was just pushing it to mile 12, thinking if I got there, I knew I could do the last mile. Wrong. That last mile was torture.
I finally learned what they mean by "hitting the wall". I started to realize that, again (see my last post,) I had not properly fueled. I really hadn't eaten anything and had barely drank anything. So, at marker 13, I tried to eat a 1/2 honey stinger waffle, but couldn't really eat it. What I did eat though, gave me a splurge of energy to run across the finish line, but ... ugh, sick again. Just like at the Tinkerbell Half, I was sick. My group all went to the after-party at the sponsor brewery where they had burgers and beer. Me? I went to the car and napped (but, small victory - I didn't puke!). After about an hour, I felt fine, but... really, something's gotta give!
So, in rethinking and doing even more research, my plan is to condition and train more during the week, and run more longer runs so I can test out drinking and food.
Whoever said that all you needed to run was a pair of shoes must have never been a runner. It's much more complicated than that!