Sometimes you start a race and can't finish.
If the Heartland Marathon weekend in Omaha didn't include a nice FE, I would have definitely stayed in Dallas as I knew my leg was not right. But, the opportunity to hang out with Nooner, Doughboy and Rob was too much to pass up.
- This "training" cycle included basically all my long runs and a handful of ten milers, but that was about it for road miles. I was first dealing with an abductor strain which resulted in me running with a funky stride. This lead to a calf-thing, which was ultimately, more painful. As such, I did hours and hours and hours of pool running to keep up my fitness.
- A week before the race, I headed out for a 15 miler and HAD TO stop at 14.33 miles because my calf hurt so bad. Only crazy people like Nagesh and my friend Nancy (I was running with Nancy at the time) have no issue stopping at such a stupid distance. I was greatly bothered by this dangling decimal. Nancy told me to deal this insane distance by considering it a “personal growth” moment. (Nancy is a preschool teacher so she is always spewing positive bullshit like this.)
- After the catastrophe of the decimal point run, I should have cancelled the hotel reservation and thrown in the towel. The boys are enablers and convinced me to head to Omaha, so I went.
- Beer, food, and meeting Rick's daughter made Saturday lots of fun.
- As Rick is everyone's Good Samaritan, he insisted he would run with me to ensure I did the best I could.
- The first four miles are rather hilly so I was lucky to get to run that part!
- We ran past a zoo and heard an elephant roar! (Roar? Is that what an elephant does? I bet N knows!!)
- The half and full split was not quite 7 miles into the race. Once we passed that point, I forced Rick to go ahead because my leg was really starting to bother me and I knew that if I kept going, a lot of walking would be required.
He left, I ran about half mile more and knew there was no way I could cover 19 more miles so I backtracked to the where the half split was located.
- As I didn't want to end up being featured on the Marathon Investigation website, I tore the chip off my bib and gave it to a volunteer. I then chatted with the lonely volunteer for about five minutes who was very nice.
- I ran maybe another mile.....which was stupid....and was then forced to powerwalk. I did that until I was forced to hobble. The first and second place marathoners finished while I was in my final mile.
- My Garmin tells me I covered 14.23 miles.....more than the half marathon, so I can wear the shirt. (No, I did not take a medal.)
- Even if I wasn't injured, this race may have ended up being a PW for me as it was really HOTT and there wasn't a smidge of shade. Since I don't exactly know what my
PW is (4:52:xx), the fact I couldn't complete the race saved me from digging up info from 1989.
- This was a small race for Runners, put on by Runners. Except for the whole DNF and stupidly making my injury worse thing, I found it to be an enjoyable race!
- Except, they need Rob to explain his three porta-potty scenario for a smoother prerace potty experience.
- Excellent post race food and drink.
- Omaha is actually a really cool with lots of stuff do....who knew??
- This leaves Nebraska on the table, so who knows......maybe my 50th state race will be run in Omaha.