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Rock and Roll PDX race report (spoiler alert: it was not pretty or fast)
Dear Portland Rock and Roll Half Marathon,
It’s not you, its me.
I’m not entirely certain what happened, but I will do my best to recap this rock and roll running.
The week leading up to the race had been a bit rough with a 4 day intense conference for work. Weighing on my mind even more was the day after the race I was scheduled for a very minor surgery. Not my first surgery but lets just say I’ve had issues with other surgeries including “minor” ones”.
Note to self do not plan a long intense work conference before your peak race and don’t schedule a surgery for the day after.
I tried my best to push those things out of my mind and focus on Sunday.
I went to the expo with my family on Friday. Before reaching the expo we stopped at my favorite place Cafe Yumm,
Once we got the expo I found my packet and took a quick tour. Little secret, I don’t really love expos. There I said it. Does that make me a bad
Since I picked up my packet on Friday I just hung out on Saturday after a shakeout run that felt good.
Sunday was an early wake-up and we were off to the start. The weather seemed ideal but it did feel a bit muggy and humid. Still I wasn’t concerned, I really felt ready to race.
About 5-7 minutes before the start I found my corral and 2 of my friends. We figured we’d run together and before I knew it we were off,
You’ll be surprised to know I actually had a race plan for this race:
And the actual:
The first 4 miles weren’t as fast as they look, my watch was beeping before the mile so add a second or so. The 6:43 was fast but it was also down hill.
Between mile 7 and 8 was where things when south. Up too that point I was still able to talk with my friends and I felt relaxed.
Somewhere on mile 5 (the hill) I started to get the chills and it felt like I was over heating. I hung in a few miles longer trying to ignore what I was feeling but things were quickly unraveling.
I walked through the water station at mile 8 but was still feeling sick. The chills were getting worse. My brother was supposed to be on the course but I couldn’t remember which mile he was going to be at so I kept plugging along.
I told myself if I saw my brother that meant I’d dnf. If I didn’t see him I’d just keep going.
I finally saw him at mile 10 and ran over to him and stopped: I was on the verge of a major teary breakdown. My brother was going to take be back to the start when a girl named Liz told me she’d run with me and to not give-up.
I’m not sure why I kept going but I did. Stranger Liz and I made it about a block and I was SO tempted to run back to my brother. Was I make the right choice? (It wasn’t part of my original bargaining with myself remember? If I saw my brother I WAS going to drop out.)
It was nice to have stranger Liz there for support. We talked ourselves through the last few miles and we were done.
I still have some mixed feelings on this one. It was pretty unreal has quickly things went south. The hard part is I’m not sure what I would have done differently because I really was feeling good.
I’m also very aware that not every race is perfect and that there’s always another one around the corner.
So… time for 2 down weeks to let my body heal and then bring on the summer racing, htc and a possible marathon,
I know… who am I? I’m awesome and making questionable life choices, that’s who I am.
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