This is going to serve as my Follow Up Friday post.
I joined the lovely ladies in this link-up in January to help me stay accountable to my half marathon training. I decided to also participate in the Triple Crown of Running leading up to the half. You can read about my 5k experience here.
The 8 things I learned from my first 10K:
- Hydration is key. I have a janky pituitary gland that just stopped making a specific hormone back in 2008. I take a synthetic version of the hormone and all is copacetic in my world. This hormone tells my kidneys to function properly and retain water like a normal person. The problem is that when that hormone wears off/is metabolized, I start peeing out all the water in my body…literally. The medicine wears off at different rates because it is based on how my body metabolizes it. The point of this endocrinology lesson is that my meds wore off in the middle of the night race eve, and I started the day off a little dehydrated. I should have taken a dose before I went to sleep, but I tend to forget about the janky pituitary gland until I am peeing every two seconds. I drank a big glass of water before I left, but I did not end up getting to start the race with all of that water I had just consumed because…
- People poop a lot before races. I made it to the McDonalds near the starting line and decided to empty my bladder there as opposed to the port-o-potties. When the line finally dwindled to the point that I was standing in the bathroom, it hit me…the smell. If you have ever had the misfortune of farting around me, you know that I cannot handle the stench. I will gag and wretch like I am being poisoned. I am standing there in this bathroom trying to keep my crap together as I am choking back the bile that is trying to make an appearance. I happen to look in the mirror, and I look like I am about to cry just because I am trying to keep from puking in the McDonalds bathroom sink. As soon as it is my turn to enter a stall, it is all that I can do to lock the door and turn toward the toilet and up comes my water and at least half of my protein bar. #awesome
- Tim poops a lot before races. Jalapenos or not, Tim is going to poop at least twice before we leave for a race. He at least woke up early and it was much more peaceful pre-race this time.
- Tim and/or Metallica does not “pump me up.” Tim shaking me on the shoulder telling me to “get excited” and “get pumped up” is the best way to get himself killed. His blaring Metallica and air drumming while driving us to the race is the best way to get us both killed.
- I apparently have a decent
distortedself image. They say the camera adds 10 pounds, and I say that I have a form of body dysmorphia in the direction of thinking I look smaller than I am. I can look in the mirror and think dang, okay I am looking smaller and thinner from the side. Then I see a picture that Tim takes of me at the finish line and I am like what the hell happened to my body during that 6 miles. I looked 30 pounds heavier in this picture than I looked in the mirror that morning.
- My pace is not the end all be all. I was a tad slower for the 10K than I was the 5K which bugs me. It shouldn’t bother me that much though. I doubled my miles in 2 weeks and was just a little bit slower. I am so competitive with myself that it is hard to get over the fact that every race will not necessarily be an improvement over my last race, pace wise. My legs still carried me 6.2 miles whether they got me there in 28 minutes like the first place guy (which by the way 28 minutes WHAT THE HELL?!?!) or they got me there in and hour and half. I still went 6.2 miles. If I am going to survive the next two races, I have to get this through my head. Increasing my miles is likely to slow me down, and if I need to slow down to finish, there is no shame in that.
- I still have 2 huge races to complete. I may have started to sob near the finish line on Saturday. It had nothing to do with having just dragged my humpty humps 6 miles, and it had everything to do with the fact that I have to go 10 miles in 2 weeks and 13.1 miles in 6 weeks. I literally said to Jaime, “How the f#&k am I going to do 10 miles in two weeks?!?!? How I am I going to be able to do more than THIS!?!?!?” All as I let out an audible sob.
- I am not a runner. I am not going to bail on the next two races, it is not the kind of person that I am. I will stress and crap my pants with fear, but I will complete the next two races. They will definitely consist of more walking than running. I don’t know if I am a wuss and just not pushing hard enough to build my endurance for running, or if there is something legitimately holding me back. My janky ankle felt like it was going to give out at any moment after about mile 4 and today I am in my knock off Toms walking around like a geriatric. I want to lose weight and be more fit. I don’t want to hate life and hobble around. After the next two races, I am planning on going back to kettlebell work outs and just run for some quick cardio workouts. I have yet to find the joy or high in running. I don’t think I ever will. This is a great test and challenge that I will never regret completing, but I am ready for this part to be over because I do not enjoy running period end of sentence.
Special thanks to Jaimelee for being there with me again and pushing me when I could be pushed and just letting me hobble and bitch and moan when I needed to hobble bitch and moan.
And to Tim for being so pissed off at his 11 minute mile because of a jacked up IT band that he gave me this picture to laugh at.