Distance: 26.2
Pace: 11:06
Official time: Yes,
this time I got one. 4:50:47.
Wineries visited: 4
This morning, I woke up at a beautiful B&B in Napa. Then Husband #1 and I hopped in the rental
car and drove to Sacramento, where we boarded a plane to Vegas to collect our
children (who were staying with grandma and grandpa). Now I am typing this on the drive from Vegas
to Phoenix. Longest travel day
ever! Two days ago, I ran my second
marathon.
Husband #1 and I arrived in Napa a little before noon on
Saturday. We stopped at the race expo to
get my bib and ridiculously awesome retro swag. It wasn't like the big races I'd done in the past. It was a small gathering of people who looked like serious runners. At the expo, I realized I had forgotten my gels and my salt pills (they
were unhelpfully sitting in the trunk of my car in Vegas). I found some Gus, but no salt pills. No worries, we found a pharmacy, where I
bought 2 liters of Pedialyte and some electrolyte gummies.
(This bag should play "Eye Of The Tiger" on a non-stop loop.)
(Pedialyte: Not just for vomiting toddlers.)
We checked in to our B&B, where we were greeted with a
chocolate truffle and complimentary glass of bubbly. Yeah, the marathon was less than 24 hours
away. But a glass is fine. We went to lunch and, of course, I had to
have a glass of refreshing rose. It is
Napa, after all. Upon returning from
lunch, our B&B host informed us there would be a wine reception in the wine
cellar at 5:30. It would have been
impolite to say no to that. We joined
the other guests to sample some local favorites with the other guests (one of
whom called cabernet “the Taylor Swift of wine” because every week they come
out with a new one – puh-leaze!). We ate
an early dinner at a highly-rated Italian restaurant for some pre-race carb
loading. And you know what? I am pretty sure the Romans made it a
cardinal sin to eat gnocchi without a glass of red wine. Okay, so over the course of a day I drank
more wine than I intended before a marathon.
I also downed a liter of Pedialyte, though, so I feel like they canceled
each other out.
(Mmmmm . . . pasta and (fermented) grapes.)
I slept really well up until about 3:30 am when I started having
nightmares about oversleeping. Husband
#1 drove me up to the start (stopping for a latte on the way) in Calistoga
before the sun came up. I couldn’t find
my electrolyte gummies, but didn’t look too hard because I figured the
Pedialyte would carry me. I would come
to regret that decision. The start line
was dark and cold. I found the porta
potty and then begged my way onto a school bus to escape the chill. I sat there with a handful of other chilled
runners, all of whom were expecting to qualify for Boston. This was a small race full of serious
runners. I didn't see a single person in costume. I kind of had to pee again, but
couldn’t bring myself to leave the bus.
Another mistake I’d regret.
(It is the perfect shirt for the race and for this blog, but not for the weather.)
The sun came up and we started soon after. I had one bluetooth earbud hidden under my headband
(which I was so happy to have for ear warmth!) playing at the lowest volume
possible. There were no corrals, so I
headed toward the rear of the pack, not wanting to be run over by all the fast
runners I’d seen wandering about. Miles
1 through 7 were dreamy. I kept 9:45 to
10:00 miles over stunning rolling hills.
My “Run Now Wine Later” shirt was a hit with the few, but devoted and
enthusiastic, spectators. Then my
bladder told me I had to take a break. Damn. Should’ve gotten off that bus. There was a porta potty at mile 7. I lost 4 minutes waiting in line. It was okay, though. I was still well on pace to run a 4:20 or
better if I could give a good finishing kick.
Then the wheels fell off at mile 12.
My stomach cramped so badly that I was having flashbacks to
childbirth. I eased off the pace and
eventually started incorporating walk breaks.
I drank water and Gatorade at every water station, but they never seemed
to quench my thirst. The nausea and
cramping continued and I’ll simply say I stopped at more porta potties, which
fortunately did not have 4 minute lines.
I began to text Husband #1 on my walk breaks and make myself
run as much as possible. Husband #1 told me to take it easy because somebody had already collapsed at the finish line, which was scary. (And yet, that person beat me by almost an hour . . . ) Around mile 23,
I managed to figure out a slow jog that I could (mostly) sustain. Although my abdominal pain was pretty awful,
the rest of me felt good. My legs
weren’t tired and I could have easily maintained a conversation or given a
State of the Union address. People would
see me walking and ask me if I was okay.
I would smile and say yes and they would reply, puzzled, “well you LOOK
really strong still” polite enough to not continue “why the hell are you
walking?” Before I knew it, I was
rounding the corner at mile 26 with only
.2 to go. Husband #1 had his phone out
snapping photos, so I put on my best finishing smile and slowly jogged across
the finish line, proud of myself for finishing in under 5 hours. A very nice high school boy met me at the
finish and told me how I looked “strong and ready to go back out there.” Thanks, kid.
He personally escorted me to a water bottle, my medal (also
fantastically retro), photo ops, and gave me detailed instructions on how to
find the food and showers.
(". . . went the distance, now I'm back on my feet, just a man and his will to survive . . . ")
All I wanted was Pedialyte.
Fortunately, Husband #1 had it in hand when he met me. I crumpled to the ground and sipped Pedialyte
while I changed into flip flops. My
stomach started to ease when I got through half the bottle. We walked to the car and by the time we got
to the B&B, the Pedialyte was gone and my stomach was almost completely
better. Our well-appointed room had a jacuzzi
tub, which I put to good use. My legs
were stiff, but pretty good and I was able to walk to a nearby brewery for
lunch. After a post-lunch nap, Husband
#1 surprised me with a massage (the lady came to our B&B!). We walked in to town for a delicious tapas
dinner, where I almost fell asleep at the table.
Overall, it was a good day.
I didn’t kill myself. I didn’t
forget my timing chip. I didn’t lose any
toe nails. I ran through beautiful wine
country. It will surprise people who
know me well that I am not depressed by my performance. I could have had a better time, but it is
what it is. I didn’t hit the wall. I didn’t fall short because of conditioning
or injuries. I made a stupid nutrition
mistake that I will never repeat. My confidence is actually bolstered, not
shaken. Haruki Murakami said “Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.” I ran
26.2 miles, 14 of them in pain. I am not
going to suffer by beating myself up over my finishing time. There will be other marathons and I will run
them faster. My 20 mile training runs
prove that I have faster marathons in me.
Believe it or not, this has encouraged me to shoot for a 50K trail
run. When my stomach forced me to slow
down and forget about pace, I was able to really enjoy my surroundings and my
legs felt like I could go forever. You can watch a YouTube video of the beautiful course here. I
realized I might really enjoy a race where the goal is to finish and I get to
walk the uphills. So next February I
plan to do the Phoenix marathon with the goal of breaking 4 hours and then
follow it up with the Crown King Scramble, a 50K trail run (with my only time
goal being to beat the 9 hour course limit).
(The struggle is real, my friends.)
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