I'm not even sure where to start this post.
Boston Trail Half Marathon was supposed to be my race. Flat, crushed limestone course, semi - late start time, small field, pace groups, cool weather, and a solid training cycle. But Saturday was not my day. I still firmly believe I have a 1:52.XX race in me, but that goal will have to be crushed another day.
My race day outfit was the same as
Just a Short Run. Compression shorts, compression socks, tank and sunglasses. No Flat Jessie picture because it all slipped my brain until I was entirely dressed. Oops.
Mr. Sass tagged along &
Ciara met us at the race to be my personal cheerleader. We made good time (and a few wrong turns) on our way to the start line - but were there just a few minutes after packet pickup began. We snagged a spot within 100 yards of the start line & I snagged my packet, race shirt and bib number.
We chatted, and I took a few port-o-potty breaks, and soon it was time to strip down and get in line to start. Race start was right on time, 8:59 AM start time per my Garmin.
Mile 1 // 8:29, Mile 2 // 8:17, Mile 3 // 8:19
I set off just behind the 1:50 pacer - who I knew from races past. I like his style. The pace felt comfortable. The pace group was a little large for my liking, and made it hard to see the posts in the middle of the trail before road crossings.
We were told that water stops would be every 2 miles, so I was surprised when the first water stop appeared at mile 1.4. I tried to grab a cup, but two folks cut in front of me, and the volunteers only had one cup each in hand. Rather than stop and wait, I skipped the stop and pressed on.
I felt good, but felt like I wasn't quite warmed up yet. Though I was starting to sweat, even in my tank and shorts, and even though the temp was only in the upper 40's.
Mile 4 // 8:24, Mile 5 // 8:26, Mile 6 // 8:40
After my snafu at the first water stop, I started to get myself in position for the second stop. Off to the right side of the trail and a few steps back from the group. When I got to the stop, my plan worked, and I was able to grab a water. Only to find it contained only one sip of water.
I pressed on and kept up with the pace group, but I was starting to feel thirsty, and was ready for the next water stop.
While I knew Mr. Sass and Ciara were there to cheer me on, but since we hadn't talked about a plan, I didn't expect to see them at the turn-around. However, as I approached, I saw them there cheering for me. I had just passed a water stop, and had managed to get a whole cup of water, but instead of feeling quenched, I just felt it sloshing around in my belly. I started to slip behind the 1:50 pacer, but they were still well within my sights.
Mile 7 // 9:05, Mile 8 // 9:16, Mile 9 // 9:42
After the turn I got ready to take my fuel, I had brought a Salt Cap, and a Gu Stroopwafel, that I had cut in half to make it easier to handle. As I approached the waterstop I had one half in my hand and was ready to take. Seeing two volunteers holding cups on the right side of the trail I drifted to the right and called out to see who had water. Both volunteers looked confused and told me they didn't have any water,
only Gatorade. I've taken Gatorade in races before and typically don't respond well. When my mouth is dry it makes my throat sort of close up and get sticky. Not the best explanation, but the best I can give.
I passed on the Gatorade, and tried to take my fuel, but my mouth was bone dry, and I couldn't swallow. So I spit out my bite, and carried on. At this point, my legs felt fine, but my mind did not. I was thirsty. I
needed to take in fuel. I went to shake out my arms during mile 8 and noticed my skin was an odd red // purple hue. When I looked closer I noticed that while my skin was an odd color, there was a white, clammy patch around the inside of each elbow. I went to wipe my brow, that frequently drips sweat during races, and found it was
bone dry. And that's when my brain gave out.
For all the miles I put on my legs, and all the hard workouts I finished, my brain was
not prepared for this.
Mile 10 // 10:08, Mile 11 // 10:40, Mile 12 // 11:18
Then the wheels fell (further) off. I considered walking. I considered stopping. Then I considered walking again. But I knew how mad Future Jessie would be if I walked. So I focused on getting to that next water stop.
In this time I ended up in no-man's land. Behind the 1:50 pacer, behind the 1:55 pacer, but in front of the 2:00 pacer. The trail was desolate, and there was no one around. I had to get to that next water stop.
I had given up on taking fuel at this point. Instead I walked through the water stop and took 2 cups. Walking a few steps before I picked it back up.
Mile 13 // 11:14, .1 // 9:35
With .6 miles to go, I saw a fellow Pro Bike & Run runner, and another 9:30 group member, Steve. He was back out on the trail completing a cool down, but I called out and asked him to turn around. I needed a distraction. He talked me in, as I kept my eye on the bridge, I knew the finish line was
just past it. As we passed the marker for mile 13 I spotted my cheerleaders, and picked it up. I was so damn ready to be finished. I slapped a smile on my face, and ran across the finish line.
I grabbed 3 cups of water and immediately sat down. I had a pounding headache. And I so badly wanted to cry, but couldn't. A full 11 minutes over my goal time, a time that I know I am capable of. After a few minutes I was able to get some food, spill chocolate milk all down my hoodie, and fake another smile for a finish photo with my medal.
Official Chip Time : 2:03.22
I
know I have a better time in me. And I'm disappointed in myself, which is never a good place to be. I'm trying to move on, and look forward to my next race, not back at one that didn't go my way, except to evaluate what I can do
better. Namely, eating breakfast closer to race time, more hydration prior to race start, and fuel that can be taken without water. Namely -
Glukos. The size of the pouch is cumbersome, but worth carrying if it means I'll be able to take it sans liquid.
Overall, I think this is a great race, and I can see myself signing up again in the future.
Pros : Great weather, easy parking & race day logistics, small race field, cheap entry, nice t-shirt, & pace groups.
Cons : No gels as advertised, no water despite being at the front of the field.
I'll be reviewing my training plan, and talking a little about my plans for the next few weeks and Pittsburgh marathon on Wednesday.
Linking up with Holly & Tricia for Weekend Highlights
Linking up with Marcia x Patty x Erika for Tuesdays on the run to share.Linking up with Steff.