I had to laugh when the announcer commentating on the Olympic marathon predicted debris and carnage along the marathon route because the men went out at a blistering 2:04 pace, in the 84 degree temperature with high humidity. i expected bodies strewn all over the place where the men are prostrated on the road, drooling from their mouths. That didn’t quite happen, but it was a thrilling race to watch. I was so glad for the Kenyan who brought home that country’s first Olympic gold (were you as surprised as I was, finding out that little tidbit of information.)
The next morning I did my 12 mile run. I started late, after 11am. Dumb, dumb mistake. It was hot, almost 90 degress, the humidity was at about 60% and I had my dog. The good thing was that my husband made me a leash with some nylon rope so I wouldn’t have to lug around the heavy retractable leash. The bad thing was that we had no water. I know, call PETA on me. I knew there was a pavilion at the ark we were going to, so I was hoping that there was some sort of water there. I wanted to run at a 10 minute pace. I thought I could do that comfortably. The first 3 miles went well. I ran the first mile in 10 minutes, the second in 9:30 (oops- big mistake there) and the third in about 9:48. Then it went downhill. The sun was beating down on me; I was thirsty and felt the energy draining from me. Finally at mile 4, the pavilion loomed before me, like a lush oasis in the middle of the desert. I headed straight for the water fountain. As luck would have it there was a dog water bowl there, and I first filled it up for some water for Barclay, which he gladly lapped up. After I had my fill, I used the facilities. This is luxury – it had a flushing toilet sink, and mirror. Beachwood rocks! (This is the same spot that has wifi access.) I have to say – and you may want to turn away when I say this rather gross piece of information – but when it burned when I relieved myself. My body temperature was so hot. It scared me a little.
rested and refreshed we headed out. I have to say the next 8 miles were just torture. I stopped and walked. I ran. I slogged. I wanted to quit running and I remembered when the commentator mentioned that the Kenyan who won had a runner’s body – lean and light. He was 5′4″ and 112. What the hell am I doing out here at 5′6″ and 160? I have huge thighs, which makes me have more of a sprinter’s body. not a long distance body.
At one point when I had a tiny surge of energy my Garmin’s battery went low so it automatically stopped my timing. I must have ran at least a half mile…for nothing! When I figured that out I was so mad. I eventually made it to another park with another drinking fountain, not before I spent nearly minutes standing under a sprinkler with Barclay lying beside me. People went by us in their cars, laughing. I didn’t care and neither did Barclay the water felt so good. Finally, we hit Barclay’s swimming hole where he got to cool off again. By that time I had about 1 and half miles to go. I was spent. Barclay was refreshed. Oh well. I think I walked about a half mile and then decided to jog the rest.
I did 12 miles in 2 hours and 9 minutes. The men ran a whole mnarathon by that time. I felt dejected and defeated. But, I am not giving up.
