One week ago I finished my third marathon, my first one in three years.
The path to getting there left a lot to be desired. I had high aspirations for this race, even thought about making it a Boston qualifying attempt, but life got the way, and slowly that dream drifted away and was replaced with lower expectations and revised hopes.
I signed up for the Goofy Challenge with my husband the day the registration opened. This would be my husband's first marathon, so why not run a half the day before? We were going to run/walk the half together, stop for all the character pics, and actually enjoy a Disney race versus always trying to PR or go for a decent time. Then we would both do our own thing for the full.
My running at the midpoint of 2016 felt flat and uninspired. I sought out a coach (who is awesome and I am hoping to use again this year) to target some races in September, but one was derailed by a calf cramp that left me in pain for my back up race and through much of October. I went into the Wine and Dine weekend undertrained and stressed, teaching was taking a lot out of me, and trying to juggle school, coaching gymnastics, running, and life continued to take a toll. I woke up my first morning in Disney in November sick. I tried to race the 10k and realized early on that my body was not going to allow it. I ended up pulling back in the 10k and running the half for fun, having a great time, but not getting the race times I had been hoping.
I spent most of December on the treadmill, trying to recover from my illness and I don't like running when it's dark, so due to my schedule it was often the only option. Then the week before Christmas I started sparking a fever, missing my last 20 miler, after once again feeling very undertrained. Just a few days before Christmas the fever came back, even higher this time, leading me to go to the doctor and get diagnosed with bronchitis. I was forced to slow down my training runs, cutting many short. I pushed on, trying to stay optimistic, hoping for the best.
My husband left for Disney Tuesday night. We had gotten the Race Retreat, so we had the VIP expo pass, so he took advantage and went and got me race merchandise he thought I would like.
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Expos are way more expensive now that we both run |
I didn't go down until Thursday night. My school was amazing and actually let me leave early because a storm was entering the area and I was worried it would cancel my flight. I ended up landing in MCO before my flight even would have taken off.
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One of my fav routes: the lake at Pop |
We had a great room at POP for my first night there. I did a nice cool run around the resort to shake out my legs and we checked out before heading to the expo so I could pick up my bib. We were switching to Beach Club, one of our fav resorts, for the rest of the trip,
I was impressed with the amount of merchandise left at the expo when we arrived, and the ease with which I got my bib. I heard horror stories of the first day of pick up, but luckily by Friday there were no issues. I got my stuff, we hit up Epcot for bit, where we got the notice that the half was cancelled.
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Opening of the Expo on Friday |
To state I was devastated is an understatement. I was looking forward to the fun half almost more than the marathon, so to find out it was cancelled was disappointing. It was amusing when we went back to the resort because there were tons of upset half marathoners in the resort bar and up getting to talk to some nice people. I guess when runners can't run, they drink, right?
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We're going to run when we don't have to! |
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Making our own photo stops |
We got up in the morning and went out to run a few miles. I had debated doing 13 miles on my own, but was clinging to the idea of a marathon PR, so I decided against it. It was truly awesome to see all of the people out running that morning, some in costume, some with their bibs. There were spectators out, people providing race support, as we circled the Boardwalk area, and people went out to officially earn their race medals. It made me want to keep running, but I restrained myself.
We laid low most of the day, getting lunch at Portabellos in Disney Springs, hitting up the expo so I could return my Goofy stuff and see if they had any marathon stuff, and we hit up Magic Kingdom for a bit.
Sunday we made sure we were on the first bus and I was THANKFUL we had the race retreat. It was only 40 degrees with wind chills in the 20's. Plus some super nice people had a pile of throw away clothes to pick from, so I got extra pants and my husband found retro Buffalo Bills sweatshirt. Go figure!
We stayed in the race retreat as long as possible and then started the nearly 30 minute walk to the corrals. I always forget how long it is, but it was nice not to have to wait too long before starting.
In usual Disney splendor, we were set on our way with great fireworks and fanfare. Of course my nervous bladder acted up, and I stopped at the first set of porta-potties. I felt so much better after that and was able to get in a groove as people spread out.
I worked hard to maintain my new modified goal pace, a good PR pace. I always like to go way too fast at the beginning, so it was hard to reign in my enthusiasm. I felt good. I hit the Magic Kingdom mile 5ish) feeling awesome, slightly below pace, and happy. I stopped for my castle pic, and loved the miles through the park.
The ensuing miles were boring, and around mile 7 I felt my bronchitis starting to bother me bit. I kept looking forward to Animal Kingdom, roughly mile 11, looking for some entertainment. I saw my husband in a little out and back part of the course and noticed him grimacing a bit. I hoped he was ok, and continued on.
At this point I was still rocking my pace. I was noticing some pain in my hip/butt area, and I think the hills in Animal Kingdom really aggravated it. Leaving the park I was focused on the next destination, ESPN.
Around mile 16 I started putting more walk breaks in to try and get my leg to hurt less. My pace dropped, but I was still trying really hard to hold on to my PR,but ESPN got the best of me.
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I literally squealed for Donald! |
I stopped for few pictures, and by the time I came out of the complex I knew my PR hopes were gone. At times I feel like I looked drunk. My leg was not quite working right, to the point where I bet I looked drunk at times, and of course mile 20/21 were into a major head wind.
My husband texted me around this time saying he was struggling, and I guess misery loves company, because it made me feel better that I wasn't the only one hating life. I pushed to get to my favorite parts of the course, Hollywood Studios, through the boardwalk, around the world in Epcot, and to the end.
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Trying to act like I'm not in pain |
At this point my walk breaks were frequent and not just through water stations like they were up until mile 20 or so,
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The finish is so close! |
but I was able to run across the finish line smiling and giving Minnie Mouse a high five.
While I sat waiting for my husband to finish I felt a rush of disappointment. I didn't achieve any of my goals. I felt like I had failed, and I fought to keep the mindset that it is our struggles that make us stronger, better. This struggle proved that I wouldn't let anything beat me, not bronchitis, not physical pain, not stressful life.
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Woooo! Minnie Mouse!!!! |
Now I'm looking to 2017, figuring out some new goals, some new hopes. I am going to try for a half PR sometime this spring, and I have Chicago in October. The hubs and I just signed up for Wine and Dine Half again, and we are considering returning to marathon weekend in 2018, both thinking about seeking redemption, and we have the transfer to use from the cancelled half. Not sure if I want to go for Dopey again, like I did for the inaugural year, or do Goofy, I am just hoping 2017 brings me a better running year so I can go into whatever race feeling more confident and prepared!