So this was going to be a crazy busy weekend. 10k race and then drive to San Diego to meet with my best friend from Quebec who was there for a Medical convention. I got up at 4:45 am Saturday, had breakfast and got ready. We had to be out of the house by 5:50 am. I had to pick up my bib before 7:30 am. When we got there the streets leading to the start were closed so Bill just dropped me as close as he could go and I went to get my stuff alone.
There were 5800 runners there for the 5 and 10k races. When I got my bib and chip I asked if I could get the T-shirt after the race because I did not want to wear it (or carry it) and they said sure no problem (liars).
Next stop: the lovely porta potty. TWICE.
I was amazed at the amount of people who never saw the huge lines and just went for it, cutting in front of everyone!
Now to the crazy part. The start. WHAT A JOKE. They had the 5 and the 10k starting at the same time. The had 3 waves. That was also a joke. I went in the second one and I knew a lot of people around me should be in the back. The guy next to me had a stop watch around his neck! People with strollers in the first wave, lots of people with dogs also in the front. That made for a crazy crowded start. It took me at least a mile to get out of the jam. I passed WALKERS in the first mile. They were supposed to start 10 minutes after the runners!!! Because I was trying to pass all the people, I ran faster then I should have and kept that pace for 3 miles. I was happy with that and feeling pretty good and I thought I had a good chance of breaking the 1:00.
At mile 4 I had unwanted company: the freaking wind...arrrrgh...it was bad. I lost my balance twice. Mile 4.5: MAJOR SIDE PAIN. I tried to change my breathing, nothing was working and it just got worst and worst. I was very painful. I did not want to walk. I kept telling myself "slow jogging is faster then walking". It took almost 1 mile to get better, it never went away. Mile 4 was my slowest of the 6. :(
At mile 5, my hands started feeling strange, like swollen. I had that during my half marathon. Anyone else had that before? What do you do?
I finished strong for the last 1.2 mile, I saw the boys right before crossing the finish line and that gave me the push to sprint to the end.
Sprint = DRY HEAVES. One woman was freaking out when she saw me like that. She thought I would throw up on her.
Even with a strong finish I did not break the 1:00. The wind and the Side Pain were my enemies. It is OK. I will do it in Quebec!
|ALL THESE PEOPLE ON THE RIGHT WERE FROM THE 5K|
They started at the same time as the 10k, passing them was good for my ego :)
|I need to get some muscles on my arms.|
That is what happens when one looses 70 lbs, not pretty.