So the alarm goes off at 5:30 am
Ricky looks at me & says, "Dont do this"
...but as you saw what I was thankful for yesterday, I was determined.
But I promised him I had to walk a good 2 miles from the parking lot to the starting line & if my knee was bad, I'd not start the race.
So I taped up the knees & headed out to Downtown Louisville.
I ran into some friends beforehand & that helped calm me down before the gun fired. But soon, we were off, hitting the pavement.
I was just trying to slow down - not push too hard - keep a steady pace that was do-able.... & it was working... for a little bit.
Mile 2 was a water stop & I stopped running to get some H20...
I guess my downfall is stopping.. or moving... or both.. who knows.
But as soon as I got started after drinking my cup of water, there went my knee pain... I was at mile 2.50 - & it was BAD... worse then ever. I just teared up. What to do? I wasnt sure. I ended up walking to mile 3 & there was actually an ambulance there. I almost stopped & thought they could treat me & take me back to my car. But I ended up running (slowly) again & thought, "there will be another ambulance ahead" ... I know this because before a race, I STUDY a map. So my next goal was to the next ambulance... how sad is that?
I kept on... & actually started doing fairly well.
I ended up feeling FANTASTIC at mile 5-8. Literally, when I hit mile 5, it seemed like I just looked up there was mile 6...then 7.. I was on a roll... granted, it was still slow, but it was moving. Its funny too because I had my iPod on my running play list & the music was frustrating me because I couldnt keep up with the beat of it. So I switched it to shuffle on all my songs... I had so many Christian songs play... & I honestly think that's what pushed me these miles so well. I had my man, Steven Curtis Chapman singing to me, had Skillet to rock out too - I literally was running with my hands in the air praising God during some songs... it made such a difference!!!!
Got to mile 9 & then BAM - the pain kicked in again. I noticed that it was when I would extend my knee completely - straighten it. It would cause a sharp pain... so I ended up running with a totally bend leg... I think it messed me up a bit changing my form. My back started hurting.
Then mile 10... another sharp pain.
I knew I came too far to stop so I just made the choice to walk the rest. 3.1... a 5k... I can walk that at a steady pace & I just wanted to finish.
I was making a decent time still walking - around 15:00/mile pace... but at that point, I've gone a long way & I was getting tired & the pain was wearing on me.
I hit mile 12...BAAAMMMMM!!!!!!!
The pain was the worst it ever was. I would have probably stopped if it were any other mile... but mile 12? Who stops at mile 12? I could even hear the bands playing to the finish line from there. I was determined.
I kept hearing all the voices of every person who doubted me... of every put-down that I've ever heard my whole life... of the people who didnt expect me to finish... & it lit a fire in me & I kept my eye on the finish line.
It wasnt pretty...
I literally cried the whole last mile... I mean tears of pain... tears of frustration...
But I made it.
I dont even want to see that finish line picture ... I had my head down because of tears & the announcer even said, "Raise those hands up - be proud" ... I just raised my arms up but kept my head down. It was so overwhelming.
I DID IT!!!!!
I had a goal I worked on for 12 weeks... I wasnt going to let anything stand in my way. That goal pushed me to the end.
& the fun thing... I now have more goals.. the running season starts in February. Bring on the races in February, March & my 5th Half Marathon in April!!!!!
I cant believe I'm going to be 40 in December & I just ran my 4th Half Marathon... all in 3 years!!!!
SO yep - the medal is mine....
|(Is that the coolest medal ever? That's Maker's Mark wax dripped down the top of the medal)|
Here I am getting home & my doggies all excited to see me. (look at those knees all wrapped up)
My knees deserve the medal. They are the ones who lasted & survived....
& FYI - after the race, I immediately went to the medic tent & got an ice pack & my knee now feels like it did when I started.... No extra harm done to it.
Now, I can rest for a few weeks. The training starts back up in January! ... BRING IT ON!