SERIOUSLY!?!?!?! I ran another marathon on a day with record-setting high temps?!?!?! How is this possible? Within a year, I ran two races in way above average temperatures. Stuff like this makes me want to leave all this behind. What is the point of all those miles? Running in a blizzard? Running in ten inches of snow? 20-miler Sundays? Why? If it all it takes is one day with wretched weather to erase all that training, why even go for another one?
That is how I felt Sunday after getting my first DNF at the St. Louis marathon.
The day set up almost exactly like Chicago, but I was determined not to let it get to me. I had a pacing plan and felt strong and steady for the first miles. And then--just like Chicago--the heat hit me like a ton of bricks!
At the aid station at mile eight, I tried to take a GU. Weird thing was that I couldn't swallow it. I spit it out, forced down a cup of water, and kept going. A little further into mile eight, I--without warning--threw up while running. Sorry to be gross, but it just came out. I got a little worried, but hoped whatever was going on was over and kept going.
It wasn't over. Soon after the surprise vomit, I stopped and threw up a watery GU mess. I kept going and contemplated turning with the half-marathon runners. Silly me, I thought that would be quitting, and kept going.
At mile eleven, a runner asked if I was alright. I said yes, but obviously was not. He ran to a park ranger car and I saw him point at me. The ranger then turn on her lights and motioned me over. At this point I was dizzy, nauseas, headachy, and had stopped sweating. Needless-to-say, I went to the car.
The ranger pumped up the air, forced me to drink water, and asked me a lot of questions while I cried, waiting for the medic to arrive. After being in the car for a bit, I started sweating again and felt a bit better--Physically.
Mentally, I felt like a failure. How could I drop out? That is just not something I do. Sure Chicago sucked, but at least I hung in there and finished. At this point, I swore off marathoning. Screw it! What a waste!!!
I didn't want to blog or talk about it...
A few days have passed since the "race," and I have decided not to swear of running. I am going to try to take the lessons here and move on--just not to Boston. I don't know the lessons yet, but I know I am not supposed to quit.
This weekend is the Oz Marathon in Olathe, KS--one of the two options I chose from for my spring race (looks I messed up that one). The temps are expected to be in the low 50's...damn.
Wise or not, I have decided to run the half in Olathe this weekend. I just want to finish. I don't care about a PR--I just need to go enjoy a race.
Have you ever had a horrible race experience a couple times in a row? How did you bounce back?