The course was partially on trail/paths and partially through the streets of a suburb. It started off with the trail and path portion. Which was great for me because the first 5K is when I started to experience some lower gastrointestinal distress. This has been happening a bit to me this summer - when I was putting out a lot of effort for speed work, my GI system got a little angry. Usually it wasn't too bad, but there were a couple of times that I had to cut an interval or two short or walk for 30 seconds to "calm" my GI system. Unfortunately, this time it was happening in a race. At first I thought it was just like any other time - so I kept going. But it wasn't getting any better. So I stopped and walked for about 30 seconds, hoping that would make it go away. It didn't. I tried another walk break and again, not helpful. And that is when I was very, very thankful that I was in the woods because if I had to pull a Paula Radcliffe, at least I could have some privacy.
So once that was over, I actually felt pretty good. I had lost a lot of time and knew I probably wouldn't make it up, but that didn't stop me from at least running a decent second half of the race. I think I ran a pretty quick second 5km and the only time I got passed was at the VERY end when two people came out of nowhere with some crazy kick in their legs. In fact - I finished the race and immediately worried I was going to throw up (a sure sign of pushing hard at the end) and had to push my way through people at the finish line because I needed to get out of the crowd...just in case. And then I started to laugh. How ridiculous would it have been to have thrown up after already having to take a pit stop in the woods?
|I was one of the least "bundled up" people there - and yes, I'm wearing only one arm warmer|
So yeah - I wanted to run 49:59, but instead I took a little break in the woods, ran a negative split, and finished in about 52:30. I'm sure my guts will cooperate next time right?