Friday, September 17, was my anniversary. I had asked my husband if he minded if I ran a marathon, since we were gonna be in the area anyway for a wedding. Being the good husband he is, he agreed. Hence, we made it to 11 years. My plan was to leave our house at 1 o'clock, swing by the local running store for my packet for Sunday's race (more on that later), and then head to the running expo in Dayton, Ohio. We left five minutes after, picked up my packet, and headed on our way. British chick, who I've since named Penelope, said it would take us about 2 hours 14 minutes to reach Dayton. Not bad- for some reason I had in my head it'd be a 4 hour trip. Well, it almost was thanks to traffic in Cincy and traffic leading to the Nutter Center where the expo was held. After 3 1/2 hours we pulled in to the Nutter Center with much grumbling about p-ping and ready to divorce before the anniversary was over. We made our way inside, picked up my race packet for the Air Force Marathon, bought a few stickers, and then headed out the doors. We decided to go out to eat before heading to our hotel room. The only problem was, they had decided to run a 5K that night and would not let us out of the lot until the last runner had went through- even though the street was blocked and there was another lane to drive down. Who's dumb idea was that!!! Finally, we're out, we've ate, and we are tucked in our room for the night. The race was to begin at 7:30. My plan was to get up at 4:30 and leave the hotel by 5.
Plan going well- out the door by 5 and pulling into a parking spot about 5:40. A little under 2 hours before the race is to begin, so I try to lay down in my bed I made for the trip. Finally about a quarter til 7, we file out of the truck and make the 1/2 mile trek to the starting line. I stand in line for about 10 minutes for the port-o-pottie, with not much progress. A little frustrated with the 1/2 marathon runners being in line, even though their race does not begin for another hour! Five minutes to go, I give up and tell my husband let's head up to the starting line. We are almost there when the Star Spangled banner is sung and then the jets fly over. This could be a really cool race, I think. Within minutes, the gun is shot and we are off. My goals
aid stations were at (and yes, I am too lazy to look it up). I do know that unlike my first marathon (in my hometown, Derby Festival Marathon), when the 10K runners split from the marathoners, it was not a desolate place with a lone runner way up ahead. This was a much better marathon for a first, or in my case a third. I did meet a guy from Ohio, Ted, who was running his first marathon. We would trade places back and forth throughout the day, until about mile 15 when he was having some problems. I gave him a gel and wished him luck.
They were so cool. I only took a pic of one, but I wish I would have taken a few more pics. We headed back towards the base and it did get a little bit more quieter and another pottie break. Between mile 15-18, I was really crashing a little bit. Trying to imagine why I am possible out there. You make a turn and come out onto an old airstrip, no shade, nothing really to see, just flat land and a controller tower in the distance.
I didn't put sunblock on and was hoping I was getting burnt. That would not be enjoyable at the wedding tonight. Finally, made it back to some tree lined roads. Started feeling okay until the 5 hour pace group went passing by me singing and looking strong. Blech........So I started trying to do my 9 minute run, 1 minute walk, since I hadn't all day. I was watching my time and calculating that hopefully I could get done by 12:30 and hopefully the hotel would give us a late check out time so I could
shower before the wedding. Stinnnnkkkyy!!! Almost there...past the Alien aid station, up the on ramp to the highway again. A lady cussing the F-bomb because she was struggling. Didn't want to hear that. Ahhh....the half marathoners are now mixing in with us. The Nerds high five me, feeling better. Gonna make it. Another pottie break and then on past the Wright Brothers monument.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Anyhow, I got to the race about an hour before the start and was able to get checked in, get my bib on, and everything ready to go. I had about 30 minutes still before the race, so I climbed back into the bus and reclined my seat for a little snooze. I cracked my window, so I would hear any announcements. This is a great place to have a trail race. We started at the beach area, so there was plenty of parking and bath rooms. Plus, it was super easy to find! I finally heard the call to the post, and I climbed out of Big Bird and headed to the starting line. The first part of the race was uphill out of the parking lot up to the trail head. Yeah- I love starting up a hill right off the bat- not! The only saving grace is you know that at the end you will be going downhill to the finish line. The only other problem with the uphill, was it did not allow any thinning out of the runners before getting to the trail. I got sandwiched in with about four other women. I'm not very fast, so I didn't feel I could pass them, but I felt a little faster than their pace. So I just settled down to their stride. I pretty much was able to power walk up the hills and still kept pace with them. I felt like I was right on top of the lady in front of me though. Not too mention, the lady behind me sounding like a train. I even offered to let her pass. At the 3 mile aid station, I was able to get around a couple, and cruised for a while with another group. Finally, at the next aid station, there was a down hill that was wide enough to pass. I jumped at the chance and got past and was finally by myself setting my own pace. Woo wee!!! Then the mud came. Apparently there was a severe storm on Tuesday, and although the organizers tried to clear the trail, there were still many trees down that you either had to go around completely or crawl over/under. But the mud was something else. My shoes were beginning to feel like they weighed 5 lbs a piece. Oh and don't forget to duck under the brier patch. For once I was thankful I am short. Somehow, I thought the next aid station was at mile 10 and I could hear them ahead. I looked at my watch and calculated only about 4 miles left. Maybe I could get in at 2:30. Then I got to the aid station and it said mile marker 9! Arg....mental let down. I recalculated. I'd be lucky to get in by 2:48 now. So I'm really starting to drag. My legs have been alternating hurts between the two of them. Left foot, right shin, left knee, right hip, left....so I start telling myself I feel good. I feel great. I have to go to the potty. Where did they say that was on the course? Ii hope it wasn't the outhouse I passed without a door on it. Finally, I come upon mile marker 12. One more to go. I can do this. Shoot another tree down. Oooh..not good this one is perfect sitting height. As much as I wanted to, I only sat long enough to throw
my other leg over and kept moving. Yeah there's the road and it's leading down hill. Almost there now. I crossed the line at 2:42:10. A little disappointed, but knowing that the for the past two weeks I've only run twice and both runs were only 2.22 miles each. I just need to get back on my training regime-especially with the Air Force Marathon this Saturday!
Sticking with my 2's, I did see 2 turtles on the trail, but at one point I think one was passing me. : )
Overall, this was another great race put on by Ohio Running and volunteers were super. I was shocked how people littered though. I even stopped and picked up some cups and walked back to the aid station. They are volunteers people, not garbage collectors!!!
Monday, September 6, 2010
|La Casa Warden|
Lina and I looked up the address of where I was to be working the next two days. It just happened to be less than 5 miles from her house! Small world. I eventually turned in for the evening with the plan to be at Laz's house at 9:00.
I skipped to my truck and jumped in before he changed his mind. I think I may have left black marks when I peeled out and headed back to Lina's. I dragged myself upstairs and took a shower. Felt human again and I only picked off 2 ticks. Note to self: apply more OFF tomorrow!
I then drove into Murfreesboro to meet with Lina and her daughter, Emily. Although her brother and sister were not home, we went and skulked around their beautiful houses. Her brother's house is truly amazing. It apparently is the only Gold Certified Green house in the state of TN. I don't know what it means, other than being really expensive looking. The landscaping is absolutely gorgeous though. Then we stopped by and visited with Lina's momma. I could sit and listen to her all day. I loved her TN accent, not as southern as the Georgia ones, but better than the British chick's. We finally headed back to the homestead and Emily fixed the pizza while we went and fed the horses. Well, Lina fed the horses and I supervised from afar. After eating and watching World's Dumbest Daredevils, we headed out to the hot tub. Even though it was like 11 o'clock (midnight my time), I figured it would help my aching back and candy arse. Stars are so bright when laying in the hammock afterwards. I had told Laz we would get an early start the next morning. After speaking with my hubby, I amended my plans and was to head home Sunday night so that we could spend Monday together without me being too pooped to do anything.
So I met Laz at almost 8:00. Had planned on being there at 7:30, but had problems getting out of bed. Oh my back and did I mention candy arse? Laz's plan today was to go past one of many caves on his property and then down to another corner. I'm beginning to dislike that word. Corner=unending. Corner=unattainable Corner=sticking its tongue out daring us to reach it. Okay, I'm game today, but we have to do it by 2:30 because I'm heading to Kentuckiana tonight. We get started and for some reason it seems to be going better than yesterday and we reach the cave in no time.