Monday, September 28, 2009
34 Days to NYC
I ran the Scotiabank 1/2 marathon for the 4th time today. But not only did I run the 13.1 miles, I also ran almost 9 extra km down to the race. I did the same thing last year but I timed it better this year so that I arrived at the start line with less than 5 minutes to spare. This is in contrast to last year where I arrived 20 minutes early, giving my quads sufficient time to tighten up. I was much smarter this year. Well...sort of. I was over-confident the night before the race, thinking that because I had run this course 3 times before, it would be a walk in the park. So what did I do? Went out for Chinese food and stayed up until almost midnight the night before. Stupid. Just knock me on the head, like the V8 commercial. As a result, at about km 16 in the race, all hell broke loose in my stomach. I felt so ill. And trying to choke back chocolate-pudding flavored Gu did not help (I HATE chocolate pudding...its the texture...we've discussed this before). And the fact that I thought I was at km 17 when I was really only at km 16 REALLY did not help. But I finished...in the WORST time ever. Please don't look it up. It is just embarrassing.
The highlight of the run: in this race, there is a turnaround and you go back the way you came for most of the race and end up seeing most of the other people running in the race both ahead of you and behind you. Included in that group are the leaders of the race; the world champs & olympians. When I see them coming through with the cameras and escorts in front of them, I always get shivers, literally. They are amazing, beautiful runners to watch.
That is one of the things I love most about running; in what other sport can you participate alongside the best athletes in the world? In the very same event? I mean, if you went to play baseball or hockey or even wanted to run the 100m, you wouldn't be doing it with Sidney Crosby or Usain Bolt. Think about it.