11-14-16
Holy Guacamole. Last night was not a ton of fun. The Trinity River Half Marathon started at 4pm and had really good intentions. I enjoyed the first 6 miles pretty well- running around downtown Dallas and some random bridges. Well, the first aid station was at mile 5, or maybe 6? And was very poorly manned, just 2 poor little girls desperately trying to fill cups. Somehow I filled up my little handheld with full strength gatorade (which is terrible) because she said it was cut with water. Bleghhh...
The next few miles started to wear on us. Normally we run on a packed dirt trail with very little concrete. This whole trail, with the exception of a mile or two at the start, is done on pavement. We slowed down, hips and shins and ankles started to talk and my walking breaks became more frequent. Amy's such a good sport though, she just drags me along!
No lie, there was a lot of walking in the last 3 miles. There were also a few turns that had no volunteer guiding them, so you would have to completely stop and squint at the signs (if you noticed them at all) to figure out if you should go that way. There was at least 1 we would have run right past if not for the girl ahead of us. We watched the pacers for the 2:30 group come and go several times.
We did our usual sprint through the finish line, I nearly puked, at 2:34. I'm not very happy with that at all but know it was my own fault for not training enough. We then had to walk about 1/2 mile UP A HILL, to go hunt down our medals. I was still deciding if I was going to throw up, so Amy went and found water.
I think there were a total of 3 aid stations. My handheld water bottle only holds 10oz, so I got pretty dehydrated on the run. Amy, the camel that she is, drank NOTHING FOR 13.1 MILES...
Nausea ensued on the ride home and the first thing I did when I got in the door was make a run for my nausea meds. *hallelujah*
Needless to say, this morning I feel like I got beat up. My shins and my feet hurt the worst. Boooooo...
Holy Guacamole. Last night was not a ton of fun. The Trinity River Half Marathon started at 4pm and had really good intentions. I enjoyed the first 6 miles pretty well- running around downtown Dallas and some random bridges. Well, the first aid station was at mile 5, or maybe 6? And was very poorly manned, just 2 poor little girls desperately trying to fill cups. Somehow I filled up my little handheld with full strength gatorade (which is terrible) because she said it was cut with water. Bleghhh...
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The next few miles started to wear on us. Normally we run on a packed dirt trail with very little concrete. This whole trail, with the exception of a mile or two at the start, is done on pavement. We slowed down, hips and shins and ankles started to talk and my walking breaks became more frequent. Amy's such a good sport though, she just drags me along!
No lie, there was a lot of walking in the last 3 miles. There were also a few turns that had no volunteer guiding them, so you would have to completely stop and squint at the signs (if you noticed them at all) to figure out if you should go that way. There was at least 1 we would have run right past if not for the girl ahead of us. We watched the pacers for the 2:30 group come and go several times.
We did our usual sprint through the finish line, I nearly puked, at 2:34. I'm not very happy with that at all but know it was my own fault for not training enough. We then had to walk about 1/2 mile UP A HILL, to go hunt down our medals. I was still deciding if I was going to throw up, so Amy went and found water.
I think there were a total of 3 aid stations. My handheld water bottle only holds 10oz, so I got pretty dehydrated on the run. Amy, the camel that she is, drank NOTHING FOR 13.1 MILES...
Nausea ensued on the ride home and the first thing I did when I got in the door was make a run for my nausea meds. *hallelujah*
Needless to say, this morning I feel like I got beat up. My shins and my feet hurt the worst. Boooooo...
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