2:30:16 – 13.1 miles
It was a day I kind of dreaded coming. For months I had barely put in more then an hour a time on the treadmill. Almost 2 weeks leading up to the day I had been sick. Chest cold, exhaustion, coughing coughing coughing. Now came the time to hit the course and complete another 13.1 miles.
There were no excuses. Just lack of training.
Maybe it’s that last part … “complete another 13.1 miles.” another
At last count, this was half marathon #6. I really don’t keep count anymore as I used to consider this a nice training run. However, most people don’t start their training with 13.1 miles. It’s a good idea to work up to it. I did what I always do and tell myself it’s mental and just move forward. This time though, it seemed like nobody was home.
My mind seemed clouded and the phone just kept ringing. I was talking as though my mind had picked up the phone, but really, it seemed like it was off on vacation. I hadn’t taken cold medicine in a couple of days, sinuses were stuffed, and cough hadn’t stopped. That may be a big part of it.
Race day conditions: clear skies, light breeze, starting line 50 degrees, and finish line 72 degrees. You really couldn’t ask for more beautiful weather for a race. The cool wind as the sun beat down on your skin … people pay for that at spas.
The course is 90% on dirt and mostly closed off to traffic. You have an incredible diversity of people participating in this half marathon. From kids to 90 year olds, people are out there doing it. They are focused on moving forward and being out with those that want to be healthy. You could see the determination in their eyes as they looked at ahead. Some were power walking and others shuffling along. Everyone has their own style to get them to the finish line.
At the finish line, I talked with a couple friends. I was asked if I was happy with my race. Here was my response:
“You know, I’m happy that I’m out here. I think of the millions of people that are sitting on the couch. Then I think of the millions that don’t have the physical ability to move forward 13.1 miles. They are in a hospital, they’ve lost their legs, or some other force has limited them. I’m just happy to be able to move forward.”
My disappoint of the time is in nobody myself. I also did allow myself to panic thinking about the Leadville 100 that is just over 4 months away. The thought of “you have to do this 7 more times” after crossing the finish line ate away at me. A valid concern.
I have time to improve and get better, but that time starts now.