
So I DID IT! I finished the 2008 Shamrock Shuffle. I didn't set any records, but I finished it. It's the longest distance I have ever run/walked in MY LIFE, so I am feeling pretty good about the accomplishment. Serious runners (except Chris of course) will laugh at my time of 1:12.38, but I am thrilled with it... it means a pace of 14.5 minutes per mile for 5.1 miles. Not too shabby for a girl that didn't even THINK about running that far a year ago. Not too shabby for a girl who has only really been running since September at all.
I am sore... I mean REALLY sore, but Chris tells me that the pain is all worth it. Of course he also told me that the best way to recover is to run more today. I honestly considered it for a minute, but it is raining outside, so no go for me. :-) I really don't think I could even bring myself to do it.
I am hoping I will look back on this run as the beginning of my running "career" so to speak. Even with as much pain as I am in, I think I will keep at this running stuff. I need to find a coach that can really help me learn to run. Chris tries, but that just doesn't work as I am not a good student with him. My end goal... to be able to run WITH him, and have this be something we both enjoy doing together. I need to build a great deal of stamina before that will really be a possibility. He thinks I need to come up with a better goal, but in the end that is why I am doing all of this. Sure I would love to lose some weight, and that is happening as a "side effect" of the running.
I want to post some of my reflections on the race so that I have them too look back on. So here goes...
I was VERY nervous about the race... to the point of TEARS the night before. I really didn't think I would be able to finish it. I also was afraid of being ALONE during the race. (All of our friends who ran the race are "real" runners and I knew that they would be WAY ahead of the pace that I could keep)
I started with everyone in the 11 minute mile pace. I knew that this was WAY faster than I would be going, but they wanted us all to start together. I lasted about 1/4 mile running at that pace. Looking back, that isn't too bad. Chris tells me that they were actually at a faster than 11 minute pace at that time. I followed etiquette and moved as far to the outside as I could and started walking. I lost sight of Chris in moments. That was the lowest point of the race for me. I was scared. This suburban girl all alone amidst THOUSANDS of people all running past her. Honestly, if there had been a way for me to quit at that point, I may very well have quit. I teared up a tad, but told myself to stop crying and just do the best I could. At that point I decided that I wouldn't stop unless they made me. I would finish.
I hit the first mile mark and the clock said something like 43 minutes had passed. Panic set in until I remembered that the start of the clock was for the elite and that I hadn't started that early at all. I made a mental note of the time and just started pacing myself. I would pick a point and then run to that point. Then I would walk. I just kept alternating between walking and running the best I could. When I got to mile two, the clock read 58 something. Not too bad... that meant that mile 2 had been done in 15 minutes. I had always told myself that if I did at least that pace, they wouldn't close the course on me. That was my real fear at this point.
Mile 3 came and again I was just under a 15 minute mile pace. This is also the point when I started looking back. I got the first glimpse of the police cars at the end of the race. Once again, panic set in. Maybe I wasn't going to be able to finish this thing. However, I just kept going. At this time, there were many others doing the same thing I was.... alternating walking and running. This made me feel better. I didn't want to be the only one. I paced myself with a few other people. I would challenge myself to stay ahead of one person or another. That helped me keep moving.
I had been too nervous to eat much before the race, and Chris and I had not planned well. So between miles 3 and 4 I started to feel my blood sugar drop. I was mad at myself for not preparing. Looking back, I think I could have pushed faster/farther but I was worried about having problems with my blood sugar dropping. So I didn't push myself because at this point my biggest goal was just to finish... without stopping at all.
Mile 4 came and Chris started calling. He was finished and wanted to know where I was at. He later told me that he feared that I had quit back at the start. I think he saw the panic in my face when I realized I was on my own. I didn't want to answer the phone. I had come this far on my own and wanted to finish. Silly... yes. But it was what I needed to do. Went through the last aid station and had some gatorade in the hopes of bringing up my blood sugar. Helped some, but I knew that I needed to eat as soon as I finished. Now, at this point I was under the assumption that the race was 4.8 miles long since that is what Chris had told me all along. I had no idea it was 5.1 at this point. Probably a good thing!
The bottom of my feet started to hurt, which was strange since I had not had that happen ever before. No shin splints, which was odd since I had been dealing with those during my training runs over the past few weeks. But I knew the end was in sight! We rounded the corner coming onto Michigan Avenue. It was really beautiful. I did keep looking behind me to make sure that there were still people behind me. After making that turn, I couldn't see the police cars any more, so that was a good thing.
One more panic... when I realized that the end of the race was on the other side of the bridge, which was UPHILL. Just plain mean, I tell you! Chris called again just as I was trying to run up the hill. I let it ring and just wanted to finish at this point. I rounded the corner to the end stretch and just ran. My feet hurt and I didn't even know what was going on around me. I just wanted to finish. I crossed the finish line and then the tears came. I had done it. I had finished the race. I had my chip removed and then answered Chris' final call. After walking through the ending galley area and getting a banana and some water I was finally reunited with Chris and our friends.
I had strange pain in the bottom of my feet for several hours after the race. When we finally got back to our hotel, I took off my shoes figuring I would find blisters, but I did not. Last night my heels hurt terribly. Chris was having some of the same pain. That made me feel a little better. :-) Today my legs are just really tight and my feet/heels don't seem to be an issue. I think a nice whirlpool bath is calling my name now! :-)