A light start
Some crazy good (and hard) things happened today. I plan to tell you all about them, but first, Mr The Rake wants to weigh in. This afternoon, I said what I was thinking (filtering is not a strength of mine) and told him the roof of my mouth was sore.
Maybe it’s your brain trying to tunnel its way out.
Right now he’s making spaghetti bolognaise, and it smells amazing. Therefore, he is forgiven. This time.
Thanks for all your tips yesterday! So many great carb ideas (my personal favourites being Jenelle’s get-it-in-ya approach with snakes and gatorade, and a gorgeous recipe for angel-hair pasta (thanks Jill). Francine suggested dates, which are an excellent idea. I’m a bit squeamish about running on dry-fruit fuel, but it sounds as though it’s worth a try.
I carbed-up like a boss yesterday. It worked!
I think this is the first time my bowl of food (left) has been bigger than the Rake’s (right).
I’ll be sticking with this as a pre-run food – my body preferred the rice to pasta, no question.
The hardest bit was that I was ‘practising’ for race day, so I set an alarm for breakfast.
I don’t want any more oats for awhile…
Point is, carbo loading was not all that much fun, and I’m glad I only have to do it once more!
The 32km run happened. And it happened in 3 hours, 9 mins and 54 secs. The last bit was uphill, and I am horrified at how slowly I went for those last few ks! I had D behind me telling me to push on (more on that in a sec), and it was BRUTAL. I know at about 28km I did not want to run a marathon. Ever.
I finally finished, and slowly, slowly made my way up the stairs of our apartment block.
Mr The Rake was so amused that he took a photo
Want to see something gross? Seriously, if you’re squeamish, don’t look…
My personal favourite is this:
Ok – you can look again!
So, a couple of really, really big thank yous are in order – and they will be even more so post-marathon. But I really do owe a LOT to a few people (and there are more of you who need to be thanked. These are just for today
D is my gym manager, and this morning, she took the running group around the bay so I could do my first of 4 laps. She took them back to the gym, and then out to breakfast – where she didn’t eat a thing.
Then, she came back down to the bay as I hit my fourth lap (at 21km) (BTW – first ever half marathon today – Dad – it was 2:02 with lap 1 at marathon pace, and lap 2 at training pace).
She ran kilometres 21-30 with me, and even offered to run back to my house.
I was seriously struggling with the hilly end, and she knew it. She offered support and motivation, told me I was going to be fine, and reminded me that every beginner, ever, had felt the same way on that final hill. I was just feeling what those beginners feel – and if they could do it, so could I. When I tried to respond, I was told not to talk, and to keep my breathing regular.
This woman is incredible. Henceforth, D shall be known as superwoman. Because right now, she’s my super-hero.
She even asked me out for lunch, and gave me a lift when I had a blonde moment and forgot that I didn’t have a car…
Brett, the chiro, also needs his own name here. I’m sure he’ll come up with one for himself at some point! Suggestions please guys – this should be good.
Where I know the physio would have taken me out of the training program by this time, Brett has patiently dealt with every single one of my injuries, taught me how to strengthen my body, told me I would be strong enough to run, and has got me back on track.
Brett is magic man, and when I turned up with a swollen knee this week, he just beat the crap out of it, gave me really effective acupuncture, and told me I was fine to do today’s long run. And you know what? The knee is swollen, but not as bad as after last week’s 16km.
There is no way I’d be running as far (or fast) without his help.
Mr The Rake
For putting up with me. You are amazing. Today he went to get the diet coke I was craving (I don’t want to hear it – it was AWESOME) and brought me a protein shake while I stood under the cold water.
That’s love – dealing with sweaty gym clothes, temper tantrums, early nights, long-runs, endless one-way conversations about pacing and interval training…and bringing you protein when you refuse to leave the cool embrace of tiled box.
This post is starting to get way too long, so I’ll leave my extra questions for tomorrow. Watch out! I’m going to quiz you – do your math homework and be ready with some Powerade.
Superwoman’s generosity and support. Hands down.
…Though the old guy who gave me a thumbs up on a busy road at 31km is pretty excellent too.
AND thank you to everyone who has donated so far! We hit the $2000 target today! There’s no cap though
– you can still donate.