So many ways it could have been different. Noddie could have slept more than 90 minutes at a time without waking up;J could have gone to the doctor on Wednesday (as I Told Him to) and not passed his gastro on; it could have not rained (sideways - ah,the irony of my last post!) so hard my shoes got soaked and the laces stretched so I had to re-tie them twice. It is what it is. I learned a lot. I knew by about 11km that a PB would take something surprising, especially since I couldn't get my HR under 155. 5km to go I turned my watch around so I couldn't see it and just went for it. I just ran and ran and ran as hard and as long as I could. I actually said to myself, if you vomit then you vomit, I didn't come all this way to not throw everything at a PB. I passed 65 people in the last 1.5km. It just wasn't my day. I've run the gamut of (not necessarily appropriate or sensible) emotions from rage at Noddie's and the Spousal Unit's "thoughtlessness" (YES I am a bad mother, but you knew that) to gutted at how close I went (66 seconds) to self-blame (I just didn't work hard enough) to self-pity (why do I bother?) to thrilled at having been part of such a great day - although that took a few post-race rehydration units with some sterling new friends. Let me salute you all, my friends! Mrs Wombat for her first half-marathon, Emma for a new PB, Katy for her first hm since breaking her femur, Jaykay and Plodbod for their first marathons and Michelle for her overall awesomeness. I have a fuzzy recollection of agreeing to target Melbourne 2009 as my first full marathon but what happens on the Gold Coast stays on the Gold Coast, I reckon.
I'm going to run out of coins for the internet before I work out how to upload photos onto this machine tonight, so
-more anon, philosphers!
Monday, July 07, 2008