Today was the Philadelphia Marathon. I don’t think I could be any happier to say that it’s over.
The race could have gone so much worse for me, so it’s hard to be upset.
Before I go into my race, I’d like to CONGRATULATE MY SISTER, CHRISTINA. She kicked a$$ and kicked my a$$! She finished in 3:39:12…which is a Boston Qualifying time my friends!!!! Amazing, amazing job…I couldn’t be happier. She has come a long way since being injured last year and she is truly an amazing runner! Way to go, Ti!
I came trudging in at 3:44:33. As a reminder, last year I ran the Philly Marathon in 3:33:43 and I felt unstoppable…definitely felt like I could have gone for at least 30 miles instead of the 26.2 miles. This year was a different story. I struggled.
If you want to take a look at my splits, here they are:
Mile 1: 8:11 Mile 7: 7:53 Mile 13: 8:10 Mile 19: 8:43
Mile 2: 7:42 Mile 8: 8:25 Mile 14: 8:18 Mile 20: 8:41
Mile 3: 7:48 Mile 9: 7:48 Mile 15: 8:06 Mile 21: 8:47
Mile 4: 8:04 Mile 10: 8:10 Mile 16: 8:29 Mile 22: 9:03
Mile 5: 8:07 Mile 11: 7:58 Mile 17: 8:29 Mile 23: 9:20
Mile 6: 7:48 Mile 12: 8:05 Mile 18: 8:30 Mile 24: 9:46
Mile 25: 9:54
Mile 26: 9:41
Mile .2: 7:47
So, what do you notice?? Do you notice a dummy going out WAY, WAY, WAY too fast? Because I do. I would say that I began to struggle around Miles 16-18 and then Miles 19-26.2 were pretty much torture.
Many of my struggles would have been avoided if I had only made myself SLOW DOWN in the beginning of the race. Unfortunately, I could not control myself.
During Miles 19-26.2 there were so many times when I wanted to quit. By quit, I mean walk. Everything hurt. My foot that was injured earlier this fall was giving me problems in addition to my ankles. I really need to spend time strengthening both of those. My legs were also killing. In particular my CALVES. In the last few miles, my calves were cramping up. That sure WAS NOT fun at all. It actually KILLED. I pressed on though and fought through the pain. My hips also caused slight pain & my legs felt like lead–as I’m sure many people’s did.
Towards the end of the marathon, there were points where I just wanted to cry and believe me I did shed some tears. I was just in so much pain. I was the happiest person when I saw the finish line. They moved the placement of the finish line so I was expecting it to come a lot sooner than it did…so I wasn’t a happy camper at first.
Well, now I know what it is like to struggle like hell through a marathon. Although I was dieing during the race, I am glad that I never gave up. I would have been pissed off at myself if I had to walk. I proved a lot to myself out there today, so it’s hard to be upset with my race.
From mile 18-22 I was also dealing with stomach issues. I could feel some bad things in my stomach, but I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to keep going and deal with it at the end of the race. Well, at around mile 22, I had no choice…to the porto-potty I went. No fun at all. Now I’ve been on the toilet for the majority of the day today. I am in pain & want to cry. Sorry for sharing these gross details with you, but does anyone ever get like this???
Now, a little break before beginning training for Boston. Do I have it in me?
**Note: PICTURES TO COME!