Last year this race brought this happen stance:
My car key was the only thing that survived. My handheld, fuel – all went down the toilet – literally. As I mentioned last year, my scream sent dogs running. I wanted to have some good memories of this race so I headed back to Holland, MI for another go-around.
I should have stayed in bed.
On Friday, I was telling office mate about my race. He asked when it was and I confidently announced, “Sunday”. He asked the time and I figured it was 7 or 8 am (standard start times) and proceeded to look it up. Strike 1. The race was on Saturday. I started laughing, it was a bit maniacal, I admit. How could this be? Thank goodness I checked.
I set everything out on Friday night; typically I just wing it in the morning so I was proud of myself. I woke up on time, 5:15 am and before falling asleep I decided I wanted to KT tape my arch, which has been nagging me. I did so, although I couldn’t seem to get the tape just such. Nevermind, I got into the car and hit the road.
I got there with a little over 45 minutes to spare. I would have been there earlier but construction had me a bit turned around. On my way to packet pick up, I spotted a real live bathroom that I missed last year! I was overjoyed! I utilized the flushable facilities and went to figure out my bib number. It wasn’t there. Strike 2. Turns out I wasn’t registered or they didn’t have my name. I didn’t have a confirmation with me (seriously, I am not that organized) so I rushed to fork over $60 and high tailed it back to my car for my running gear.
In the car, I decided the KT tape was bugging me too much. I didn’t take it all off, just one of the stability pieces. Foreshadowing everyone. I got to the start line, and off we went. I hadn’t even run .3 of a mile before my stomach was making whale sounds. Truth is, it had been jumpy prior to the start line but I figured it was nerves. Strike 3.
I should have stayed in bed.
I’m conflicted on the outcome of this race. Some parts went fairly well while other parts are staying with me – and not in a good way. Here we are:
Good: I nailed my fueling. Honey Stinger chews are fantastic.
Bad: My stomach jumped around the whole race. I wanted to curl up on the road side for a few hours. Bad stomach cramps, nausea, heartburn – there was no lovin’ in my tummy. No pit stops but I used a lot of grit to stay on the course.
Good: My pace isn’t really fast. But it was steady. I picked up some SportLegs and tried it for the first time on Saturday. This stuff is legit – it definitely helped with leg fatigue.
Bad: My ankle started barking somewhere in those miles. I don’t remember which one. Maybe from the ill-fated KT tape job?
Good: I woke up on time, made it to register, used a REAL toilet and managed to keep my panic out of the red zone despite the race hiccups.
Good: I finished! Considering I’ve done nothing but falter this entire training season, this was my # 1 goal (remember when # meant a number? the good ol’ days). I really wanted to enjoy the run and let go of any unrealistic expectations that my body wasn’t able to fulfill. Done and done. And I survived this cursed race.
I’m glad I did it. Now, a couple of weeks out, I’m still happy about my decision, although my ankle is still filing grievances. This will be a work in progress and I’m sure I’ll be limping across Detroit. But I can do anything for 5 or 6 hours. THEN a doctor can fix me!
I know, I’m a terrible patient.