wow>did that half yesterday…I must say, all of you people who have been doing those things for years are just plain nuts. “Never again” is the phrase that comes to mind when I reflect on yesterday.
With the last 3 weeks of training basically dedicated to rehab, I sure lost alot of strength on the bike. Although pronounced “gently flat and rolling”, the course seemed VERy hilly to me, and it was if I had one hill in front of another for 56 miles. There was head wind galore, and immediately I knew it was going to be a long slow day.
In fact, there were parts of the ride where I was down to 11mph. The whole thing was hard, but in my mind I kept it together just fine by saying, “I’m doing the best I can at this moment in time” (whoever posted that link, thank you, it saved me), so I was able to stay positive despite it. At mile 40 there came the big steep climb that had me anxious for 2 months. I was able to go up riding and passed by at least 4 or 5 people walking. Riding up was an accomplishment.
Afraid I was going to miss the cut off, something inside me happened. I wasn’t going to be out there fighting through those 56 miles, only to not make the cut off. So, I started hammering the last 6 miles and had my speed up to 22mph. After that I felt tired, but was proud that I didn’t get cut off, and later found out that there were at least 40 people still on the bike course.
Off to the run. Or, should I say, off to the walk.
So much mental energy was put into the bike and swim, I just felt done. My knee hurt, my shoulders hurt, as did my legs. I ran a bit, and walked alot. Plus, the course had a 2 lap run, which I really hate>it’s so much better to just go out and back and not have to dread lap 2. At the end of the first lap, I really wanted to quit. Plus, coming back around gave me an opportunity to do that.
My knee hurt, and I felt sick. I actually pulled off the course to think about quitting. With all of the walking I had to do I didn’t think I could continue to walk and make the cut off. Under a shade tree I thought about stopping, and knew that I had to at least try. So, I continued on, and walked alot, and ran a small bit. Time was ticking, and I ended up cutting it short, by turning around early>my knee just hurt way to bad to push on (it was really getting scary actually, as I thought I could be doing long term damage, and could end up having surgery or in therapy for months), plus I didn’t think I would make the cut off. In the end, I fell short by 2 miles.
This was my first race ever that I did not truly “finish”. But, surprisingly, I’m not unhappy about it, because I feel that I did the best that I could in that moment in time, and to go on would have hurt me more than help me.
Also, I’ve come to accept that long distance running is not for me anymore. This is something that’s been hard to accept in recent years being that I am a former marathon runner. Now I"m finally able to accept that I do not enjoy running more than 8 miles. And, now I feel that I don’t have to anymore.
I’m excited to cross train now, and do other things. Plus, I’m really committed to loosing the 15 or 20 pounds over fall and winter. Next summer I’m going to race 10K’s, international distnace tris, and do one leg of TOSRV>from Columbus to Portsmouth, Ohio. So, there’s alot to look forward to!
thanks for reading and thanks for all of your support!!
kittycat