I spent Friday night with cold sweats, the shakes, and a sore throat. Saturday, my fever broke, but I still had the throat problems and no energy at all. I wish I could have rested more, but Husband had obligations, so I had to watch the babies (which is so hard when you're sick). All that aside, I got up at 4:30 in the morning and headed downtown for my race (half marathon).
Seriously, I am standing at the bus stop at 5am, and some bar rats actually hit on me! You know it's early when you go out at the same time the night crawlers are heading home...just crazy! Anyway, I made the starting line (with 12,000 other runners), and tried to be OK. I was OK for the first 7 miles. I was hitting my 9 minute pace like clockwork. Bam, bam, bam like a machine...then...we came to the turnaround. WHEELS. WAGON. OFF.
At mile 7, we turned and headed back towards the city. If any of you are familiar with Chicago, you know the wind comes out of nowhere. If you are running into it, especially on the lake front, it completely blows your time out of the water. I knew the second I turned, I wasn't going to be able to keep my pace for the next 6 miles into the wind:P
I finished, I didn't stop, but I did not get the time I wanted. What can I say? I am bummed out. I don't even know what to take away from this run? Even as I sit here now, my throat still hurts, I am still not over whatever it is I came down with. I just wish I knew how to process this and use it as a learning experience, as a stepping stone for my marathon...I just don't know how? Everyone says I'm being too hard on myself...maybe so. I'm just p*ssed off!
There was no way I wasn't going to run this morning. Sick or not, I was going to make the start. I hate having excuses "I was sick" or "the wind sucked" I hate that, that was the defining factors to my disappointing time! Ugh...I just haven't processed this yet...Here's my medal...right now it's in the back of my closet. Perhaps I should be proud of myself for doing the best that I could considering my conditions...but right now, I'm not...Right now, I'm just disappointed.
Tomorrow is a swim day. Just keep on trucking.