This weekend, Tammy & I ran the Encinitas Half Marathon; it was an awesome, well-orchestrated event and we were thrilled to be a part of it. And even though we missed our goal of by a margin of only 1 minutes & 37 seconds, we were happy to have finished in good health and unharmed. Truth be told, Tammy may have easily come in a good 2-3 minutes sooner, had she not lagged behind cheering my ass up those last two hills.
While we started our training at the same time nearly 9 weeks ago, two things kept me from training these last six weeks, and keeping me from performing better: a severe case of vertigo and a torn calf muscle. The vertigo made me feel like a walking, talking Mr. Bobble Head. And the torn calf muscled wasn't so bad, as long as I wasn't walking up or down stairs or hills. Luckily, I healed up in time to run.
Tammy has run a number of Marathons in her day. I have run two half-marathons; the last one, was 7 years ago. But when we moved here, we wanted to (a) do something that introduced us to the community, and (b) got us to put a goal out in front of us. Mission accomplished. The Good News? Our tenacity paid off.
It's an odd thing when you're running that distance: your mind can't help but focus on any pain that is happening. You can try, as I did, to distract yourself in order for your mind to wander. While running those 13.1 miles, there were a number of times a pain would kick in. Here's a list of some of the things going through my mind at various points:
- Mile 2: What? Hit the porta-potty? Hell, no, we just got started!
- Mile 4: Now is NOT a good time for that right calf to begin cramping. Quick, think about something else!
- Mile 6: What the freak? What do you mean we're only HALF WAY done?
- Mile 7: Okay, NOT a good time for that NERVE to start pinging in my left foot. Quick, think about the movie by the same name!
- Mile 8: Alright, just over five to go and still NOT a good time to think about hitting the porta-potty. C'mon, you can wait! Reach deep, think about that web video proposal you're putting together for a client!
- Mile 11: Okay, Dad, I know you're with me; c'mon, I could really use a push! [This was the 29th anniversary of his passing]
- Mile 12: What? Still another TWO to go? C'mon, who thought it was a good idea to have a HILL near the END of the race,? 3rd & West K Street; I'll remember you!
- Mile 12.99: What another hill? This close to the end? Shut up inner voice, you can do this. C'mon, you can HEAR the finish line...and that song by Survivor that'll never die!
- THE FINISH LINE: HOLY CRAP WE MADE IT!! People give us space, let us catch our breath! WE DID IT!