Today was the race I was looking forward to for months. My half marathon that I planned on running the entire way.
I have been training for this race since April and was doing great with training until a week ago when I developed a couple injuries.
First I strained the soleus muscle in my right leg. It hurt so bad that while running with my son Brenden last week, I ended up walking and then limping home and that was only a 3 mile run.
So I came home and immediately iced that muscle for 24 hours and then applied heat to it all week long. I also either cancelled or subbed out all my cardio classes last week so I could totally rest. Problem was, while resting I noticed my left foot hurt extremely bad and walking was super painful. Turns out I have plantar fasciitis in my left foot. If you've had that then you totally know what I'm going through, each step is horrible.
I was told by Jason, who has suffered with plantar fasciitis and others that once I got running I wouldn't notice the pain in my left foot, that it would actually feel better the further I ran.
So today was the day. I got up at 5:20a.m. and prepared for the run. At 6a.m. I left for the race.
7:30a.m. was the start time and all thousand of us were off and running.
My goal was to run the entire way. Deep down I really didn't feel that I would be able to.
By mile 4 everything hurt and I was worried that I would be ending this race early. By mile 6 I didn't feel my left foot pain anymore and that made me happy. By mile 8 my right knee started to hurt and I felt some pains in my right soleus muscle and was worried that soon I'd have to stop. Mile 9 I ate a Gu packet that was apple cinnamon flavored. YUM. I had more energy and was ready to proceed. Mile 11 I hurt everywhere all over again and was ready to walk, but proceeded on. When I saw the sign for Mile 12 I knew I would finish no matter what even if I had to walk. Mile 12 1/2 I kicked it up a bit. I ran harder and faster to have a great finish. One of my goals was to finish in two and a half hours or less and at mile 12 1/2 I was at 2 hours 21 minutes so I had to hurry. Mile 13 I could see the finish line and I began to cry for I knew I would finish. Then I crossed the finish line at 13.1 miles and I bawled and almost passed out. One of the volunteers for the race held me up and made me drink gatorade. Because of him I didn't pass out.
Within a few minutes I felt wonderful and had some treats, got a massage and received my finishing medal!
Final time 2:26:30
Once I arrived home my body had stiffened up a lot and I couldn't walk hardly at all. So I did what I was dreading. THE ICE BATH.