So. It was not pretty.
I was ready. I felt great, excited, confident. My whiney naggy right knee decided to shut up and let my body do what it wanted to do. However...the San Antonio weather decided to play it's tricks...you little bitch!
Time / temp /dew point/humidity
7:30 / 62.8 / 60.8 / 93%
8:01 / 63.9 / 61.8 / 93%
8:31 / 65.1 / 63.0 / 93%
9:01 / 66.1 / 64.0 / 93%
9:32 / 67.0/ 64.9 / 93%
10:02 / 68.7 / 65.7 / 90%
10:32 / 69.7 / 64.7 / 84%
11:02 / 70.6 / 64.8 / 82%
11:33 / 71.7 / 65.2 / 80%
12:03 / 73.1 / 65.5 / 77%
12:34 / 73.5 / 65.5 / 76%
*when we got in mitchell's truck at 2ish when we left, his temp gauge said 82!!!!!in NOV!!!!
I stole this off a runners world forum post and it makes me crazy looking at it. THE HUMIDITY KILLS. I will never run another marathon in San Antonio, it's JUST TOO RISKY with the weather. To train so hard and want something so bad and then let that bitch mother nature come along and just spoil all your fun.
Heidi Patterson #12002
New Braunfels, TXAge: 29 Gender: F| Distance | MAR |
| Clock Time | 5:22:50 |
| Chip Time | 5:00:27 |
| Overall Place | 3181 / 5904 |
| Gender Place | 1180 / 2621 |
| Division Place | 205 / 455 |
| Age Grade | 45.1% |
| Pace | 11:28 |
| Ttlrace | 5904 |
| Ttldiv: | 455 |
| Ttlsex | 2621 |
| 5 Km | 30:12 |
| 6 1 Mi | 1:00:07 |
| 15 Km | 1:33:11 |
| Half | 2:16:00 |
| Turn | 2:44:42 |
| 20 Mile | 3:43:26 |
| 24 Mile | 4:35:48 |
I was right on track where I wanted to be at the 6 mile point. 10min pace (or slightly faster 9:50-9:55) is right where I wanted to be. My overall pace in SF was 10:16 so I didn't think that was setting my sights too high.
It was right around mile 9 that it all started falling apart for me. I had drank some Cytomax (BLEH) and it wasn't sitting in my stomach well. (I won't drink this again!) And it was just SO HUMID. I knew at this point, this was going to be miserable. I don't know if I can do this.
At 11, I seriously contemplated switching to the half.
At 13, I stayed to the right and made a command decision that I was going to finish what I had started. That I could do it. Shut up. Stop whining and run.
At 13.5, I wanted to kill myself for trying to be such a bad ass. THIS WAS HARD.
I had a lot of mental struggles during this race. This had never happened to me before. Never in a 5k, 10k, half or any other distance race. I was just not having fun...I was negative nelly...
Somehow I made it to the end. I walked A LOT (I never walk in races!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S JUST NOT RIGHT TO WALK IN RACES!!) and got sick to my stomach but thankfully never threw up. (Lots of people did I hear, luckily I never saw them.) I ate 5 salt packets. My hands were swollen. I got a sunburn. While I walked, I chatted with people walking with me. I usually don't do that so it was interesting. I drank some Dr. Pepper. It was DELICIOUS. I stopped and stretched. I watched TONS of people walk up to the medical tents for assistance. I saw people sitting on the ground on the side. I saw people LAYING on the ground on the side. I saw one guy limping BACK to a medical tent. It was BRUTAL. I think my friend Tom described it best. He said it looked like a battlefield.
At mile 25, I started crying because it was the hardest thing I had ever done in my life, and I was going to finish it. I was not going to be a quitter. I started this things and damn it! I WAS GOING TO FINISH!
oh, did you notice from mile 24 at 4:35 to 5:00 for 26.2! IT TOOK ME 25 MINS to do 2.2 MILES?? WHAT THE $@&#!
My knee NEVER bothered me. Hmm...
Looking back now, I am SO thankful I finished. I am happy I was able to complete it.
So I didn't get the time I wanted.
There's always Dallas Whiterock on Dec. 13...
I think I need a REDO...
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