Why the long face?
20 miles 3:30
Those last 10k kicked my calf! ( 1hour 26 minutes)
A small pea in the queen's shoe started my change of events.
I went to take off my shoe before mile 19 and look like the Alien
manage to make his way to the my calf in big knot. David Goggins
said "show no weakness" I glad he didn't say show no pain.
It was very painful and it was heard, cause I yelled like the
It put me down, I screamed like a wimp, over and over and
LOUD. I didn't want to interfere with the other marathoner's,
although I did. I ran with my Dad's drum stick which came in handy.
By the way we were hand in hand the entire run. I used the stick
for a number of things, also to tell the pick-up patrol if they put me
in that van that "I will beat you with this stick." Yes, they backed
off when I added "these GT2130's are taking me in" what else can
they do or say.
One runner politely ask can she do anything for me, my response
"no thank please keep running, I don't want interfere, please go"
She saw the big knot in leg, which by this time had twisted me up
in a strange position. I was trying to find comfort when she
handed me a salt tablet. She said "take this. " I took it quickly,
and began messaging the calf til it soften up. Then I was able to
take off my shoe and take out the little rock. I can "show no weakness."
I started running.
I thought about how much time I lost and that I had to continue,
I still had a chance to make 4:30. I ran with a limp, straight up,
sideways and sometimes normal til the cramp will start making
its way back. Then, I started with these short little choppy steps and
that was most comfortable and it kept me going. Every now and
then I had to run short choppy steps with a lean. This wasn't fun.
The 4:45 pace runner went by after mile 21 and I thought "wait
slow down, your going to fast, you are suppose to be behind me"
When I was at the 23 mile mark I could still see the 4:45 pacer
and told my self "she is only about 3 minutes away, I can make
it by 4:48." I know I wasn't anymore good, but I couldn't quit.
I still can beat my last marathon time. So I keep chopping along.
"Please 5:00 pacer, don't past me" I wouldn't look back because
I knew it would make me panic. I ran to beat my time. I saw
TEAM MOCHA with the camera doing pictures. I'm sure
this picture wont be pretty. I'm sure they will post it. I looked
for my family to be at this bench about a half mile from the finish
and they weren't there. They expected to see me a lot earlier,
so they were at a different location. My daughter saw me and said
"Mom, I thought you found another course" how I love her honesty.
Still I had .2 miles to go on a turf track "nice."
On the straight away to the finish the clock displayed 4:56
something "good," I thought "I can beat my time by 2 minutes."
Now I hope no one comes racing me to the finish. Crossing the
finish and hearing that beep beep was awesome, with a bench
and a pool of ice I sat it down and chilled!
My husband gave me a Pammy back ride to the car and we were
off. Not until now, I thought maybe three weeks from now I can
do another marathon and get my 4:30. Hmmmm just a thought.