Boy did that suck. I think I would say that the Love Run 2016 ranks among my top 2 worst racing experiences ever. I can’t really think of what the other one would be either right now, so maybe the worst? LOL. Legit though, OH MA GERD.
Mama has a LOT of work to do for BS. Here are my race thoughts, and why it sucked SO badly.
- I left my sneakers at home. I know. Seriously. I put my UGGS on to keep my feet warm as we were driving there and about 10 minutes away from home at 7:47 (are starts at 8!) I realized I did NOT have my sneakers. We had to go back. Here is where my plan to eat something got foiled quickly, as did my WHOLE race/game plan…
- I started as a result, 11 plus minutes LATE! Well, smarty girl over here thought it would be a good idea to go “FIND” my pace group. REALLY!? What a stupid idea in hindsight!
- I had NO Garmin. I own three. I was missing either the watch or the charger to ALL THREE. Kill me. I tried to use the app on my phone to pace but BOY did that backfire. As I was trying to “find my pace group” of 9 minute miles, I apparently ran the first 4 miles at an 8:17 pace (REALLY, ROOKIE!?? DERP) and in 33 minutes. SOOOO dumb. Needless to say my whole body cramped at about mile 5 just as I saw….
- HILLS!? I legit had NO clue or recollection that there WERE any hills for this race! I got bored staring at the course map at about mile 5.5 (when said hills enter the picture) so I did not know. The night before the race I searched for an elevation chart too and couldn’t find one. I know. I can’t. SO stupid.
- I puked between miles 4 and 5. Multiple times. I NEVER puke while running. I think the combo of no breakfast/water intake prior to the race plus busting my rear for the first 4 miles was the culprit.
- I forgot to take Advil. This old gal likes to take 2 Advil the morning before any rave longer than 5K. I forgot and I felt it. My muscles were SOOO warm from running the first 4 miles at 1:48 HM Pace and then…they were NOT.
- This one is TMI (but most of my blog is then, isn’t it?) but the WHOLE week prior I had my lovely “cycle” for the first time in 16 months (since G was born). It is clear that despite my best efforts to supplement, the lack of iron and other nutrients hurt me in the end.
All in all, it was just a shitty shitty race. I didn’t feel good the whole time. I usually settle in and really am able to clearly think thought the whole race and have a few “enjoyable” miles. I feel like I just never settled in. It didn’t happen this time, and that is ok. It is an accomplishment no matter what.
Ummm…at least my race pics (attempting jumps twice…wonder why I ran out of gas) are make me look like I was enjoying?