I decided to run the Wounded Warrior. It was the right time, it supports the military and lets face it, the course was flat. I was determined to beat my previous time from the Rock-N-Roll Half and I figured this was the place to do it. Boy was I wrong.
Let me start from the beginning.
The night before, I was NOT hungry. I forced myself to eat because I knew I had to eat. I drank lots of water and set my clothes out for the next morning. I dont function well at 430 in the morning and I didnt want to leave anything behind.
At 430, my alarm went off. I dressed in the dark, ran into the door, grabbed my breakfast, and stumbled to the car. Im pretty sure I looked like I was taking the walk of shame in my running clothes.
I drove and met the people I was running with and found that my glove box was jammed. My watch, my carrier, and my music was in there. There was no way I would run with no music, I wont make it. I rammed it open (it now wont close now) and grabbed my stuff.
Adrenaline was pumping, I want to get it over with, I was so tried. Before the race, we snapped this picture, its the only one I got from the entire day.
6 miles, 59 minutes, yea I can do this.
Then the heat came. I was getting tired and my stomach was growling. At mile 7, I ate a GU, at the same time I always do and fast walked to down some water. Thats when it happened. I came around the corner and my stomach flipped. I ran to the bushes and puked. It was not pretty. I wiped my mouth, grabbed some more water and took off. Thats when it went completely down hill.
My toes began to ache, they never ache at mile 8-9. Then I felt my toenail, in the bottom of my sock. Disgusting I know. Thats when the liquid came. Im was 100% positive my shoe just filled with blood. This is when I said screw my time and I walked. I just wanted the whole thing to be over. I was NOT enjoying myself this run. I blame the heat and the lack of sleep.
Around mile 11, the 2:20 pacer passed me. Im not gonna lie, I was a little butt hurt. I pushed down and fought myself to stay with her. That lasted about 2 minutes. I got cramps, I wanted to puke, my socks were soaked. She slowly distanced her self from me.
Thats what it dawned on me. My time REALLY doesnt matter, I just wanna finish. At that moment, the music gods shed mercy on my. Sad but True by Metallica started to play. I smiled and took off. I finished, wet socks and all.
My primary goal was to beat my previous time of 2:25. My seondary goal was to finish in 2:15. Neither happend, I finished at 2:29:31, but I finished.
On another note, when I got home, my socks were not filled with blood. Turns out I got a blister on TOP of my toe and it popped. I got to figure this out before I attempt the full in December or my feet might fall off.
Im in desperate need of a pedicure, this running is killing my toes.
Sad but True.