On November 21, 2015, I, Sarah, ran a 15K. For those of you unfamiliar that is 9.3 miles and about 2 miles more than my body can handle. I, obviously, do a run/walk. I finished in 1 hour, 54 minutes, which is a 12.15 pace per mile. I get that isn't fast. I realize I didn't finish in the top 50 percent of runners but can we talk about the fact that I DID IT?!?
This race was different than my last because it was at 4 p.m. at night. This meant a huge focus needed to be on fueling myself throughout the day without eating anything that would have negative impact on my belly. I consulted my running expert and she helped coach me on what to eat and made sure I stayed properly hydrated.
At around mile 7 my body began to really slow down. My knees, which aren't great, were hurting and my left hip felt out of socket. I think I compensate for my bad left knee and therefore my hip was giving me trouble. I pushed through and just kept praying to finish. As I rounded a corner toward the finish line, I started sprinting. I just wanted to be done. I didn't cry because I was trying to catch my breath and steady my Jell-O legs. Once you're done, it feels like no big deal. This huge accomplishment is overshadowed by the fact that you didn't die. I was completely soaked from head to toe and even took my hat off mid-race because it was so heavy with sweat. I've never felt more disgusting. While I was driving home I could smell myself and it was awful. They handed out chocolate milk post race and it was the best thing I've ever tasted and that's coming from someone who loathes milk. I scarfed down a sandwich and some chips, then went home and ate a full dinner. I woke up in the middle of the night and I was starving so I ate half a chocolate doughnut.
The pain the next day was pretty terrible. I had to sit and scoot in order to get down the stairs at my parents' house. I was hobbling everywhere and icing down every few hours. I still have knee pain walking up stairs and my hip bothers me if I'm walking far distances. I think I'm off of cardio for a bit and going to focus on weight training again. I can tell I've lost muscle the last few months of being off the wagon and attempting to train for the race. I'm so proud of myself that I was able to complete it and with a decent time! I do have a strong desire to do a half marathon now. I keep telling myself that the last 2 miles were bad and this would be that plus double. I would have to seriously do some training before that day would come but it's something to ponder!