Hi folks! Boy, I don’t even know where to begin! My Rockwall Running Club buddies and I ran the DRC Half Marathon and 5k yesterday. I have so much to say about this. What a race.
First, we had some spectacular finishes. Tons of PR’s, a lot of these speed demons placed in their age groups and a couple even placed overall. Those who didn’t run, cheered and offered support like crazy. We didn’t need any bag check, we had little Soky to hold 20 bags. Bless her. When RRC shows up to a race we do it BIG! I love it! I even heard someone say, “Those Rockwall people are everywhere.” Yep…
100% of the people in this picture showed up and gave it their all. No question. We also give credit to the Lord for the ability to get out of bed every day, do what we do and give Him the glory. Pretty stinkin awesome.
Prerace, I was a nervous nelly. I don’t even know why?? This was not my “big” race. Wait, I know why…I knew I had to run fast and dang that is hard! I’ve had enough of these races I knew what I was in for. Also, time change happened Saturday night and I knew we had to catch a shuttle bus to get to the race. Logistics make me crazy nervous. I don’t suppose I’ll ever get over that part. Even through the nervousness I was excited. My plantar fasciitis in my foot felt good and my training runs had been good. I was ready.
I planned on breaking the sub 2 by starting around a 9:30 pace, at 2 miles dropping to a 9:00 and at 10 miles, 8:50. Ha! THAT didn’t happen. Oh boy how it didn’t happen. The first 4 miles were awesome. Then, it hit. I don’t know what it was exactly but it was there. I was dizzy, faint, weak…basically full on belly aching inside of my head. AT MILE 5!! What??? Then at mile 10 my plantar fasciitis was screaming at me. Unfortunately, that is still the case today.
I fought every step after that. It wasn’t pretty. I cried to a poor volunteer at the water station because I couldn’t get my water bottle open to fill it will that precious Gatorade. I cried every time I saw one of our awesome cheerleaders, when the best support in the whole wide world, Alisha, ran me in at the finish I was crying!! WHY DO I DO THAT?? Have you ever tried to cry and run? It’s super easy…not!
Here’s what I did right. I definitely abandoned some of the coping skills all of our training has taught me, I definitely made it harder on myself, but I definitely didn’t quit. Yes I finished, and I finished running. I stopped for a few seconds a couple of times but each time, I regrouped and kept going. I am not a quitter…WE ARE NOT QUITTERS. There were a handful of my buddies that had the same kind of race I did. None of them gave up. Not one.
Overall, my goal was 1:59:59 with a 9:07 pace. I ended up with a 2:09:14 with a 9:52 overall pace. After struggling for 9 miles I’m not disappointed in that for one second. I’m proud of that under the conditions.
Now it’s time to regroup and adjust. I know exactly what I need to do. Last year at the Dallas Marathon I got a 2:04 and I felt great. That type of race is what I expected here. Well in December of last year I was trained for a full, my diet was on point and I was staying on top of cross training. Guess what? None of those things are true for me right now. This race was the kick in the pants I needed. If I’m going to be a distance runner I need to act like it in the other areas besides just running.
So folks…join me in this little journey to Nola as I get back to my strict Paleo diet (goodness knows that hasn’t been the case lately!) take the cross training more seriously and run my tail off until Feb 28th! Plus I have about 10 pounds to lose. PLEASE HOLD ME ACCOUNTABLE. I’m saying it on the internet so I have to do it right??
The good news is, Paleo focused Summer will crank out more recipes…
See ya on the flip side friends! Oh and thanks Greg MacInnis and Beth Davis for the pictures!