Friday, November 9 (the 2 hour trip that took 5 hours)James and I were wheels up in College Park, Maryland at 3:00 p.m. What should have been a two hour trip took five (yes, FIVE) hours. An overturned mobile home was cleared from 95 South a couple of hours before we even left, but the sheer volume of traffic kept us crawling at a 2-4 miles per hour. The expo closed at 8:00, and we missed it by about five minutes. When we were checking into the hotel, I heard someone say “Tricia?” and I turned around to see Alan! (a member of a running website where I log my runs and talk running with people who understand body glide, 20 milers on Sunday mornings, and carb loading) James and I dumped our stuff off in our room, and then went to get dinner. After waiting an insanely long time for our take out, we paid for our food and headed back to the hotel. We turned on the TV, plopped down on the bed, and started eating our dinner (at 9:30) … and then .. WAH! WAH! WAH! The fire alarm! Are you effing kidding me? Threw on socks and flip flops and a sweatshirt and headed downstairs. We were only outside for 10ish minutes, which wasn’t bad. Oh, and the reason for the fire alarm? Someone smoking in the elevator. Nice. Ate our lukewarm food and went to sleep.
Saturday, November 10 (race day!)
5:45 a.m. // Because we missed the expo, I had to go to packet pick up the morning of the race. I ate breakfast (brought my own oatmeal, honey, peanut butter, and almonds) and walked down the Omhi hotel. Got my tshirt, hat, poster (gotta love anniversary races!), and chip and number. Walked back to the hotel.
6:20 a.m. // Got dressed — first in shorts and a long sleeved tech shirt, then into a tshirt, and then back into the long sleeved … and then .. back into the tshirt. The weather was 45ish and overcast, and was supposed to be in the low 50s at the finish. I couldn’t decide what to wear, but finally just settled on the tshirt, shorts, and throw away gloves.
6:50 a.m. // James and I met Alan in the lobby, who, by the way, is the nicest guy ever. We all walked down to the start and met up with some of Alan’s friends at the Marriott. Used the bathrooms at the hotel (so much better than a por-a-potti!) and then headed to the start.
7:55 a.m. // Anxiously awaiting the start. The five folks who have run ALL THIRTY Richmond Marathons were honored, which was very cool. Alan offered to stay with me and help me keep my pace, which was very, very cool. And then … we’re off! My main concern was keeping a steady pace and not burning out around mile 20.
8:00 a.m. // Headed through downtown Richmond — a charming city. Alan and I ran together at around an 8:55 pace and talked about races, his adorable three year old son, Glen, where we live, etc. Running with a newly found friend was a great way to spend the race. We then headed toward the James River, which was beautiful. It was much more scenic than I imagined for a city marathon. The folks were very friendly — lots of signs, smiles, cheers, little kids’ hands to high five. Alan and I both wore our Garmins, and kept a close watch on our pace.
We ran on a bridge/ highway around mile 14, which really sucked. It was ugly, it was cold, and it was WINDY. I got a kiss from James at mile 15 . There were some hills — actually, more than the elevation chart would have you believe . One of my GUs fell off of my shorts, but I had one chocolate outrage GU, and one raspberry and one vanilla of whatever was on the course. Alan’s hamstring started acting up around mile 17, so he told me to go ahead. The pain really set in around then.
I was thrilled to hit mile 20 … after that, I kept talking myself through to the next mile. Whenever I started to think in terms of time – oh lordy, I have 45 more minutes of this pain — I stopped myself and thought, okay, focus on getting to mile 21. I looked forward to the water stops — not to hydrate, but to walk! Haha. I was warm for the first half the race, but was chilly for the second half. It was that type of weather — nothing would have been totally comfortable, temperature wise. Hitting mile 24 was great — I was thinking, okay, very, very close now. My pace slowed, but not by too much. I saw James around mile 25 1/2 and he was cheering. Once I passed our hotel (it was on the race route), I knew I was 1/2 mile away. I kicked it up and ran from mile 25-26 in 8:22. The crowd was going NUTS at the finish, and I gave it everything I had and kicked it to the finish!
12:00 p.m. // A woman at the end looked at me and said, are you okay? Lady, I just ran 26.2 miles … do ya think I’m okay? I got my medal (yay!) and solar blanket, and headed inside to the Omni to find James. I’m certain I left it all on the course, because I felt like absolute shit. I convinced a woman at the hotel to give me a banana for free (the food at the end was a block from the finish, and I was cold and could barely walk). James found me and we sat down. I was hurtin’! Alan found us and after warming up for a bit, we
2:00 p.m. // First: an ice bath. Brrrrr. Then, a hot shower. Ahhhhhh. I felt a lot better after that, and I ate an apple and string cheese while watching a Sex and the City re run. Excellent. James took a nap. C’mon, the boy watched a marathon that morning!
3:00 p.m. // James, Alan, and I walked to an Irish pub for lunch/ dinner. We ate, laughed, had a few beers, and massaged our sore legs. Alan showed us pictures of his adorable son on his cell phone. We walked back to the hotel, full and happy.
5:00 p.m. // Changed into comfy clothes and read and relaxed. Watched some football and fell asleep pretty early. Oh, and Maryland beat Boston! Go Terps!
Sunday, November 11 (back to Baltimore)
9:00 a.m. // Up to finish packing and check out. Said goodbye to Alan and drove back. We still hit some traffic (damn you, 95!) but made it home in about 2 1/2 hours. Cats are happy to see us (maybe ) and James is napping (like I said, it was an exhausting weekend for him ).
Finish Chip Time: 3:53:13
Overall Place: 1151 (out of 3,682)
I didn’t think I’d PR this race. My PR for a half
is was 1:49:14, and that was on a flat and fast course. Baltimore, while not deadly, has its share of hills. Still, I looked at this race as good prep for Richmond.
I woke up at 7:30 a.m. to eat my pre-race breakfast (of oatmeal, honey, almonds, and peanut butter), get dressed:
and then walked with my husband to the race start (the race start was about 2.5 mi from our house). The half didn’t start until 9:45, so we saw some of the leaders, which is always cool. I met up with my friend Sarah and we watched her mom finish the 5K. Then, to the starting line! The weather was low 60s and sunny at the start.
I took off really fast (for me ) … my first mile was a 7:56. It was really neat to race through the city where I do all of my runs — in fact, the first hill was I hill I run often, so I was prepared. The next few miles were uneventful (although I did get some gummy sharks at mile 3, which were fantastic). Mile 7 went around Lake Montebello, which was under construction whenI ran the Baltimore Marathon a couple years ago — the city did a great job re-doing the area. Mile 8 … I started feeling kind of beat up. I hadn’t had anything for fuel, so I had a chocolate GU, and that really helped — I’m not sure if helped psychologically or physically, but my guess is probably a little of both. When I hit mile 10 I yelled “JUST A 5K LEFT!” The spectators were really into it in the last couple miles, which was really cool. The finish goes through Camden Yards (according to the race booklet, it’s “an inspiring finish through the stadium” ), so I REALLY picked it up when we turned into the stadium. The last stretch felt so much longer than the 1/3 of mile it was, but I gave it my all.
Crossed the finish line, according to my Garmin, at 1:46:56 — an average pace of 8:10! (and PRing by about two and a half minutes!)
Mile 1: 7:56
Mile 2: 8:12
Mile 3 7:55
Mile 4: 8:07
Mile 5: 8:03
Mile 6: 8:14
Mile 7: 8:17
Mile 8: 8:17
Mile 9: 8:19
Mile 10: 8:09
Mile 11: 7:50
Mile 12: 8:21
Mile 13: 7:41
Overall place: 606 out of 5049
Sex place: 170 out of 2865
Division place: 70 out of 712
Indian tapas for lunch (yum!) and now, here I am.
Oh, and Catone likes my medal so much, she is thinking of running a marathon.
Wait, no, she decided a nap would be a better idea.
RICHMOND, HERE I COME!!
B&A Half Marathon.
I was worried about how I would do in this race. I ran a 1:49:14 (and PRed) at my last 1/2 (the Virginia Beach Rock and Roll half), but that was in the middle of marathon training, and I was putting in many more miles. I told myself I’d be happy with anything under two hours — especially since my training has been off a bit during the move.
Up very early (6:00 a.m.) to shower (don’t ask, it’s just this thing I have to do before a race) and stuff some bread down my throat. My friend L. picked me up at 6:30 and we drove to the start, stopping twice: once at Dunkin’ Donuts (bagel for her), and once at 7-11 (bathroom for me). We got to the start at 7:15 a.m., perfect timing for a 7:30 race.
… and we’re off! The B&A half is on a trial (the baltimore/annapolis trail), but the word “trail” is misleading: it’s completely paved. The first couple of miles go through a neighborhood, then turns onto the trail. The race was much more crowded than last year, but that was okay — it made it easier to find some friends to chat with for a bit I did the first few miles at an 8:30ish pace, I think. At mile 6 we left the trail to run downhill (love it), turn around (love it), and then run up the hill (not so much love). I passed some friends coming back, which was nice, and headed toward the home stretch. I really picked it up for the last three or four miles, running about an 8:10-8:20 pace. I was atempting to do the math to see if I could PR, and thought I probably would come close, but would miss it (I was right).
We split from the marathoners (have fun with another 13.1 miles, guys!) and ran the last half mile toward the finish. I pulled together everything I had left and hit the finish pad at 1:50:01// 8:24 pace (by my watch, still waiting for my chip time) … missing a pr by less than a minute! Oh well … still a good race, and I’m happy with my time
Celtic Solstice Five Mile Run
Woke up, slightly hungover (I must stop running races this way) to meet fellow Snail Priscilla and walk to the start (I heard parking was going to nightmare, so we decided walking was our best bet). The weather was very decent — mid 40s, sunny, clear. Got my chip and waited for the gun to go off. At about 8:33, the race started. It took me nine minutes to get to the first mile marker, thanks to congestion at the start — grrrrr. The course was very nice — a couple hills, a loop around the lake, and a spectacular downhill finish. The last .2 or so were awesome! I really pushed it and felt like I was racing the guy next to me for first place in a big race. The feeling was … incredible. I was pumping my arms, turning my legs over as fast as I could. I felt like a superstar. That feeling is the reason I run. Watch time: 40:28. I’m a little irked I didn’t break 40 minutes (although I did beat my time last year by 12 seconds), but I’m attributing it to the congestion 😉 The post race veggie soup was awesome. A chilly walk home and a hot bath … and a sweet tech long sleeved tshirt.
10K Turkey Chase…
after a night of very heavy drinking. I came in at 51:21 (8:16 pace), which isn’t fabulous (I should have been able to keep at or under 8s), but for someone who drank a few red cups (classy) of red wine and played more than a few games of flip cup… not bad, not bad. The race was really (really really) muddy and we all spent the first mile trying to avoid the four inch puddles of cold rain water. Lots of different running surfaces — mud, dirt, gravel, grass, asphalt. Nicely done race!
31st Annual Marine Corps Marathon.
Time: 4:02:10// Pace: 9:14 Overall place: 4,564 out of 20,855
Gender finish: 1,061 out of 8,096
Division: 172 out of 891
Packet Pick Up.
James and I left Baltimore around 2:00 on Saturday afternoon, only to get lost in the District and have my dad dictate directions by telephone. Whoever says D.C. is easy to get around by car is lying. The line to get into the D.C. Armory was crazy! We waited in line for about 35 minutes to get into the building… then another 10 in a line inside. It was like an amusement park — you wait in line for an hour and think that you’re in… and then… another line. I picked up my chip and number, tshirt (mock turtleneck, so ugly), and got my back sign for the ClifBar pace team. Then — to my parents’ house in Silver Spring.The Night Before.
James, my parents, and I watched the Maryland game (GO TERPS!) and I did laundry and relaxed… well, tried to relax. My mom made pasta and apple crisp. Yummy. Went to sleep around midnight.The Morning Of.
I woke up at 5:30 (oh so early) to get dressed (in layers) and eat (oatmeal with sugar) and drink (water). We left for the Metro at around 6:00. The Metro ride was uneventful, and our trains weren’t that crowded.Arriving.
We got to the Runner’s Village at 7:15ish — enough time to meet up with a couple friends and use the port o potties (twice). Then — it was time to find the 4:00 pace group in the second wave and start the race!
The Race: the start.
The start was really crowded. A medical emergency (heart attack) delayed my wave (scarlet) about 15 minutes. We started at about 9:00 a.m. The first couple of miles were really crowded. I stayed with the 4:00 pace group for the first 3-4 miles, and then started pulling ahead. I found some people to chat with along the way. Was I the only one who wanted to stop running and start shopping when we passed Steve Madden and Urban Outfitters? Weather was perfect, crowd support great. I was running at about an 8:45-8:55 pace … which felt great (and turned out to not be so great. more on that later). I hit mile five at 44:23
The Race: feeling great.
This was a really beautiful course — I highly recommend it. Running around the mall, seeing all the monuments, the high school marching bands, the Marines passing out water and saying “looking good, ma’am,” the signs (runners have great butts! I made this sign just for you!)… awesome. I gave high fives to little kids, down a line of high school kids… running makes me feel like a rock star, a superstart athlete. I saw James a couple of times and got some kisses, which kept me going. I hit mile 10 at 1:28:01 and mile 13. 1 at 1:55:02 … putting me on track for a 3:50 finish (ha.)
The Race: a little downhill. (and not in the good way)
I hit mile 15 at 2:15:55. I was having a grand time meeting people, high fiveing strangers, taking in the view, appreciating the weather… until about mile 16-17. I noticed my mile time slowing down to about a 10 minute pace. The stretch around Hains Point was long, slow, and boring. I just wanted to hit mile 20 and know that I only (ha!) had a 10K left. I still thought I could come in under 4 hours. I saw a tshirt that said “at mile 18 you wonder why you’re doing this. at mile 26.2 it becomes clear.” I kept that in my head.
The Race: so close.
I hit mile 20 at (3:00:36) with both a sense of relief and dread. Relief: 6.2 miles left. Dread: 6.2 miles left. Miles 21ish-23ish were on the bridge, which was boring. I was tired, but what really killed me was the pain — in my legs, shoulders, and feet… especially my feet. I saw a sign that said “your feet hurt because you’re kicking so much butt!” That made me smile but it didn’t stop the pain in my feet. I got off of the bridge (on an uphill, awesome) and knew I only had a few more miles. Unfortunantly, each mile felt like four. The crowd really picked up when I got off of the bridge, but at that point, the cowbells were annoying and the “you’re looking strong!!”s were a clear lie. Cranky? Yes. I hit mile 23.5 at 3:29:25 and knew, then, that I probably wouldn’t finish in under 4 hours. Oddly enough though, I was at peace with it (until the pace group, who didn’t go out too fast and didn’t run out steam… passed me!). The end was excruciating. I just thought “each step gets me closer, each step gets me closer to the finish line”. I also wondered why, exactly, I was doing this.
The Race: the finish!
I knew the finish was uphill. I just didn’t know how uphill. I saw James at mile 25ish but could barely manage a smile and a wave. At that point I was so happy — 10 more minutes of running and I could stop. At that point I didn’t stop running – ONCE – except to drink water and gatorade and suck down my GU. The .2 end of the 26.2 was super steep. Seriously, it wasn’t a hill, it was a mountain. I just put one foot in front of the other and plodded ahead. Finally, I saw the arc of balloons over the finish mat. I tried to sprint but I probably wasn’t very fast at this point. I crossed over the mat, stopped my watch, and got in line to get my metal. My watch read 4:02:08, 2 seconds off of my official finish time. Slighly dissapointed that I didn’t break four hours but too tired to be too upset.
The Race: finishing up.
I got into the corral to accept my metal from a marine, who put it around my neck with a “congratulations, ma’am” and gave me a space blanket. I felt like crying — partially from pain and partially from joy, but I didn’t have enough fluid left in my body. Really crowded at the finish which was frustrating with cramped legs. I got a candy bar and some pretzels, some water and some powerade. I found James at UPS truck 20 and got my finishers coin. Met up with Andi and John and got the sweetest present from my twinnie — a mug she made at Our Name is Mudd with the marathon, date, and our names… and a Lush marathon massage bar! So sweet! We went to Ruby Tuesday’s for lunch but I couldn’t really eat much.
Back to Baltimore
Bubble bath, new issue of In Syle and a few glasses of ice water. I’m actually feeling okay today — a little sore but really not too sore. I am a little dissapointed that I didn’t break 4 hours, but that doesn’t overshadow how proud I am of this accomplishment. Not only did I finish a marathon, but I shaved 41 minutes off of my time from last year (!) and came in at a very respectable pace. AND — my name is in the Washington Post (the top 1100ish men and women are listed!!). My snail coach had a great piece of wisdom: dissapoint just means that you’ll have to do another one. Agreed!
This week I’m relaxing and letting my body heal. I feel pretty good physically, but I know my muscles and joints need time to repair.
Your placing in the entire field:
4566th place with 16368 finishers behind. About 22% of finishers ahead.
Your placing in Gender (Female):
1060th place with 7077 finishers behind. About 13% of finishers ahead.
Your placing in Division (F20-24):
172nd place with 724 finishers behind. About 19% of finishers ahead.
Army 10 Miler – 2006.
Overall place: 3312
Division (F 20-24): 80/551
Div Place/Total: 80/551
Sex Place/Total: 581/6619
Chip Time: 1:21:46
Pace: 8:10.6What a morning. Woke up at 5:15 a.m. and had a bowl of oatmeal. Dressed, teeth brushed, bag packed with watch, visor, body glide, etc. James and I left Baltimore at 5:50 a.m. (do I have the best husband, or what?) — still totally dark outside — to get to Andrea’s place in NoVa. We got there around 7:00 a.m., parked, and walked to the Metro (which opened an hour earlier than normal). It was a little chilly at around 50* F. The Metro was sort of crowded with runners and some (very loving!) spectators at 7:15 a.m.
We arrived at the Pentagon at 7:40ish a.m. … thought we had plenty of time to wait in line and use the port-o-potties. Wave one (the fast people) started at 8:00 … the rest of us started at 8:10. It was 8:00 a.m. and we hadn’t moved very far in line. Not going wasn’t an option, so we waited. Wave one started. Okay, it was okay, we still had 10 minutes. Wave 2 started… and there were still a couple of people in front of us. I was, as you can imagine, stressing majorly! Because this was a chip race, it really didn’t matter when we crossed the start line, but the rush was still frustrating. Andi waited for me to go because she’s my twinnie like that ❤. We jogged to the (moving) starting line and … off we go! The first mile … um, the first three miles, were horribly crowded. I spent a lot of time running sideways to pass people and dodge walkers, which was seriously annoying. I – amazingly – did the first mile in 7:45, which is ridiculous. The clock said 27:45 because we didn’t get to the start until 20 minutes after the first gun fired. Crazy. Glad I had my watch to know my real time. The course was along a very pretty route in the district. The spectator support was pretty good. I saw runners running the other direction and thought, Sweet, the turn around must be coming up… yeah, if my “coming up” I meant in 1.5 miles. Haha. I was at mile 6 and still running around people. Next year I start with the Kenyans 😉 A spectator around there “One more mile, HAHA.” Not even a little bit funny. Miles 6-9 were pretty uneventful. Army served Gatorade Endurance and water on the course, which was great. There were some Army bands along the way too. At mile 9 I (tried to) pick it up and kick it to the finish. There was a slight uphill at the end (just like at the end of MCM — what is wrong with the military?), and then around the corner was the chute. I sprinted and just about ran into a guy in front of me. Still crowded, even at mile 9.9! I guess that’s to be expected from a race with 24,000 – 27,000 runners. Still, I think Army could have done corrals, like VA Beach Rock&Rock Half did .. not like it would have mattered, though, because of when I made it to the start line. But, you know, for the future 😉
Anyhow, my watch time was 1:21:47, a second off of my actual chip time. My goal was to come in under 1:23:00 so I’m happy with my time. I keep thinking … if I didn’t have to dodge all of those people, I could have come in under 1:20:00, but that’s silly. I have many more races in my future (a marathon, in fact, in less than three weeks, and a marathon relay the Saturday after Thanksgiving) and several chances to make new goals and meet ’em.
Went through the runner’s chute, turned in my chip, got my finishers coin, water, and chocolate chip cookie (yum). I met James and John (Andi’s boyfriend) at the finish. We saw Andi finish (who met her goal – yay twinnie-a!) , then took the Metro back to the cars. Silver Diner for brunch (pecan pancakes — excellent reward). Back to Bawlmor, Hon, and I napped most of the way.
Race Report: Virginia Beach Half Marathon. September 3, 2006.
chip time: 1:49:14
place: 1632 (out of 16,170) (!)
James and I were planning to leave Baltimore Friday evening. Thanks to pouring rain and tree branches blocking roads (in Virginia Beach), we decided to leave Saturday morning.
We left Saturday morning at 8:30 a.m. James packed a backpack. I packed a huge suitcase and a backpack. Shocking, I know. The trip took about five hours — stopping once for gas, Snickers bars, and a bathroom trip (that’s right — one bathroom trip for me!).
We arrived at Kate’s beautiful house (on a golf course, huge ceilings, very cheery) and went to lunch with Kate and Jarrett at a local Mexican resturant. Who knows if a taco salad in a fried taco basket was the ideal day-before-the-race lunch, but it was damn good.
James and I then left for the race expo. I picked up my number, my tshirt, and my chip, and then explored the expo. Because I have a hard time keeping my wallet shut, I bought black shorts (long story but I needed ’em) and an Italian charm bracelet with a Rock&Roll half charm (a starfish playing a guiter), a 26.2 charm with a runner, and a Baltimore marathon charm (a crab). I can’t wait to fill my bracelet with charms from halves and fulls in the future.
We then checked into our (oceanfront) hotel and rested for a bit. I laid out everything I needed for the race (hey, I had a lot of stuff!). Then, back to Kate’s for a pasta dinner. Kate and Jarrett picked up a bunch of different pastas and sauces and texas toast garlic bread (and Ben & Jerry’s. Yum). It was a great night — very relaxing, very carb-o-licious. Then, back to the hotel to crash.
I set four alarms (both cell phones, the hotel alarm clock, and the wake up call) to make sure I’d be up in time. I woke up at 4:00 and couldn’t really fall back asleep — I was having strange dreams about the race (including that it started in the Inner Harbor and that the water fountians didn’t work). I got out of bed at 5:00 a.m. to get dressed, pin my number on, attach my chip onto my shoe, and brush my teeth. James and I left the hotel at 5:30 a.m. to head to the start village. After stopping at 7-11 for two yohoos (James) and one packet of Pepcid (me), we arrived at the start village.
The port-o-potty lines were, as expected, ridiculous. We waited in line for 30 minutes, which was good — it gave me something to do besides freak out before the race. Then, finally, it was race time!
We started out in corrals — the fastest first — to avoid start of the race congestion (much appreciated). I was in the fourth corral, and crossed the starting line at 7:04:something. There were 25 corrals! The first few miles went as expected — finding my stride, getting breathing down, that sort of thing. The bands and the cheerleaders on the course provided entertainment (although the cheerleaders went from cute and perky to really freaking annoying later in the race). I started feeling kind of “eh” at mile 6-7. The sport drink was Amino Vital (what, oh what, is wrong with Gatorade?) and it. was. horrendous. It tasted like stagnent water and the only reason I drank it was that I knew I needed something with salt. Gross gross gross. I kept on. VA Beach had a competition for the most spirited neighborhood. Not sure who won, but the pirate ship was cool and the guy yelling “Shivver me timbers … keep running you swallywags” was hilarious. I saw James at mile 9 1/2ish with his very sweet sign (I love you! Run, baby, run! Go Tricia!), gave him a kiss, and kept going. Anyhow. I saw Jarrett and Kate about a half mile after that (so sweet of them to get up so early to see me!). At mile 10 I thought “only a 5K left” which wasn’t the smartest thing to think because I don’t like 5Ks. I rearched the turn around point and started running on the boardwalk, which was very cool. The last 2-3 miles feel so freaking long! I saw James, Kate, and Jarrett at mile 12 1/2ish, which was a nice boost. Then, finally, the finish line was in sight. I pushed it, gave it all that I had, and crossed the finish line at 1:49:14 (my watch time, which turned out to be the exact same as my chip time). The winner did it in 1:03:30 … yeah, that’s a 4:51 pace! Jeebus that’s FAST.
After I finished, my stomach was very wacky. I knew what was coming and leaned over a trash can. One of the volunteers at the finish line told me I needed to keep walking, keep moving, so I did. And then puked three times. I gotta say, I thought it was pretty cool. I was assigned a “walker” who put ice on my shoulders and walked me through the finishers’ corral. I grabbed water, a banana, and my free flip flops (although the smallest size they had was an 8, boo!) and went down to the beach to find everyone. Oh, and I got my very cool metal (see picture) — a sandpail … how cute is that?
The race was really well oraganized — there were A-Z signs along the beach. I found James, Kate, and Jarrett on the beach … and then soaked my tired feet in the ocean. We walked back to our hotel (stopping for pancakes — YUM) and then went to the beach. Laying on the beach and playing in the ocean after running 13.1 miles was heavenly. Kate and Jarrett headed back to Kate’s house, James went back to the hotel, and I walked around the town for a bit. Virginia Beach is a cute place.
Race Report: Annapolis 10 Mile Run.
place: 1027 (out of 4409 total runners)
chip time: 01:23:05.40
gun time: 01:27:11.75
After being told by several people — race organizers and running buddies — that traffic was awful, that many people last year ran from their cars to the starting line, etc. I woke up at 5:00 a.m. (for a 7:45 start), ate a banana, got dressed, pinned on my number, and tied my chip onto my shoe. James and I picked up Laura at 5:30 a.m.
We had, of course, no problem getting to Annapolis and parking. We were at the Navy Marine Corps stadium (race start and finish and village) by 6:15. Oh well — better super early than late! Being late did have its perks, though. Laura and I signed up (and didn’t have to wait for!) pre race massages. It was a 10 minute “warm up” massage, getting the blood moving, lightly massaging the muscles, etc. It felt really good (and it was free. Sweet.) We hung around for a while (and I went to the bathroom, um, three times) until it was finally time for the race to start.
The race was really clogged at the start — many people (me too) were dodging people, trying to pass people. It usually takes a while in a race of this size for people to shift into their “place” during the race. The first couple of miles were like that — it was annoying. Then: up the Severn River Bridge. My goodness – what a bridge! It went up up up but then down down down, which is always good. The next few miles were flat/ rolling hills, and I felt good … exhuasted, and pushing it, but good. No stomach problems (thank you GasX pill!), and my new shoes were perfect. I kept checking my watch against the mile markers, making sure I was between an 8:00 and 9:00 pace, but as the time went on, and I started gettting woozy, the multiplication got really effing tough. It was hazy and humid, but not super hot … but it was still really nice that loots of people had sprinklers out. Then we went back up the Severn River Bridge (from the other side) again! Cruel! I missed the nine miler marker, so that was worrying me — I knew that, time wise, I should have passed it, but I never saw it. Apparently it was poorly marked. Finally the stadium came back into view. The problem with the last mile is that it’s still a mile, but I expect every turn to be the finish. Finally finally I saw the balloon arc and sprinted to the finish.
I saw Pat and James at the end (thanks, Pat, for taking a picture with your camera phone. I’m sure I look stunning). Got my water and my cold wet washcloth (nice touch, Annapolis Striders!) and exchanged my chip for my Premium … and – what a premium! It’s a navy blue half zip microfleece pullover with neon green stripes down the sleeves, with the A10M logo and FINISHER embriodered on the left chest. Very fancy! We finally met up with Laura (yay Laura!) and headed home. Well, we tried to head home — the traffic out of the parking lot was ridiculous. Anyhow, we got back to Baltimore, got breakfast at XS (Belgium waffle with fruit, yum), and enjoyed some MTV reality tv.
Baltimore Marathon 2005.
up at 6 00 am to have a bagel with light cream cheese, and a big glass of ice water. pinned on my race number, put on my runner’s watch and knee brace, nike socks, laced up my shoes. threw on sweatpants and a long sleeved tshirt because it was chilly in the am. add yellow hat and i’m ready to go. husband had a bit more trouble getting out of bed, but we made it to the light rail (baltimore’s public transport) in plenty of time to catch it. left the apt at 6 45.
got to the race start/ runner’s village around 7:15. ran into the snails (my training group), took some group photos. james bought me a bottle of water, we broused the under armour tent. hit up the bathrooms (twice!) and walked to the start. james found my pace group (the 4:45ers), kissed me, congratulated me, and sent me on my way. gave him my sweatpants and tshirt. ready to go in my singlet and shorts.
race starts and i resisted the urge to go out fast. ran 1/2 mile, walked 1 minute… for pretty much the entire race. saw hubby at mile 6, mile 13, and mile 22 (my dad and a law school classmate — Chris/ WINNIE on CK!!) were at mile 22 as well — it passed right in front of our apartment). felt really great for first 10 miles. no aches, breathing easily, running strong and steady. saw my best friend at mile 9 and 11 (she brought me a brownie!). fort mchenry – beautiful. some very difficult hills, kept stride short and feet low to the ground. dumped a cup of water on my head at each water station. drank some gatorade at every other water stop with my water (about). “ate” my chocolate outrage GU twice on the course. had to pee at mile 2. great. ducked under a bridge. no shame.
one of the snails (my training group) met me at mile 20 to “run me in.” such a huge help, can’t even explain. she brought me water, GU, salt pills. felt nauseous around mile 21, 22. legs tight, butt sore, want to puke. didn’t. sue, my ‘runner in’ – kept me motivated. hearing eye of the tiger and seeing someone in a tiger suit around mile 22 was great. the spectators were fantastic — i scored some gummy bears. lots of cheering, you look great, run strong (didn’t like hearing: you’re almost there! … at mile 3.)
mile 24 — oh god, i’m almost there. still, last 2 miles were very hard. smart guy said: ‘we should do the last 2 miles first — they’re the hardest.’ amen. mile 25 — less than 15 minutes, i can do this. ran through camden yards, lots of cheering, started tearing up. sprinted (well, felt like sprinting) last 20 yards or so. crossed finish line at 4 44 and change (i just remember thinking, i made it under 4 45). didn’t get to the start line until 2 minutes after the start (happens when you’re behind the 5, 6, 7 8 9 minute milers!)… so, i estimate my time at 4 42ish.
crossed with a huge smile, heard my name on the loudspeaker (very cool), was hustled to the runner’s area. someone took off my ankle chip (nice job, i’m sure), got water and potato chips. cried a little, very emotional.
husband with a dozen red roses. dad with camera snapping away. Chris/ WINNIE had sign: GOOD JOB (on one side, for all the runners) and GO TRISH on the other. very sweet, much appreciated.
lunch at the warf rat and i scarfed down a burger in record time. salt all over my body from the dried sweat. red metal around my neck. hobbling, doing the “marathoner’s shuffler.”
come home, balloons in apartment, chocolate brownie cake (yumyum) with numerical candles stuck in: 26 2.
feeling good, tired, felt sick before, but better now. loving my metal — it’s super.