Come on guys, I wasn’t even close to hitting my goals in that race, I was over 4min slower than I hoped to be. Just let me feel bad for myself. Let me wallow in self pity and self loathing. Can you let me do that? no? why not? Oh yeah because ya’ll are just to amazing to let me go down that road. I should have known that this was the way it was going to be. In the weeks leading up to the race so many people took the time to wish me luck and offer encouragement. And then after I struggled those last 6miles and was feeling pretty down, reading all the messages from you guys has really lifted my spirits. I was sitting in doping control and I recieved a phone call from my best friend in Korea, just talking to him after going through that I almost started to cry. It is weird, I always get very emotional after a hard race. Running hard reduces me to the emotional state of a 16yr old girl watching the Notebook.
One of the things I was most dissapointed in was the feeling that I let people down with my performance, I was hoping for so much more and I know a lot of people were hoping for more also. But nope, you people won’t have it. Apparently I’m not allowed to feel bad for myself because all you folks are just to damn positive. It is hard to feel bad when I have so much love and positivity flowing my direction. DST was the first to illustrate that fact, I saw him after the race and tried to apologize. He would have none of that nonsense. I mean He and Moults had travelled across the friggen continent just to be there, and I didn’t exactly light it up. But afterwards they just kept emphasizing the positves and by the end of lunch I was ready to get on the line and try it again. Don’t get me started on my Family, my family is so supportive it is just stupid. Damn, I’m a lucky bastard. Pete and Kristen were so amazing when I was down there in NC, and Moms, Pops the Brothers and the Aunts and Uncles are just weird in the amount of encouragement and support they send my way.
Okay, I’ll stop this sappy love fest here soon. Thanks to the whole UNC XC squad what a great group of kids they have there. They made me feel so welcome while I was down there, and thanks to Coach Vanhoy for the ride to the airport. One last shout out to the rest of the River crew thanks guys, can’t wait to get back to Guelph and hang out (especially that one lady). Oh yeah, and Trent, The fueling protocol was great, you’re the man!
So yeah that is that, for you out there who don’t know what the hell I’m talking about you are probably very confused right now. Basically this is the story. I ran my first marathon on Sunday in Houston. Man Houston is a great city, those folks are so nice. Well everyone except for that one cab driver I had, that guy was a dink (what kind of cab driver has to stop and ask for directions?…twice!!) anyways, back to the race. From the very beginning I didn’t feel great, I wasn’t feeling terrible or anything but from early on it just wasn’t feeling as easy as it should have. I breifly considered backing off a bit, but instead I decided to keep pushing in hopes of my legs coming around and feeling better. So I just kept plugging along down the streets. There was a little rain falling and the course was kinda wet but overall the weather was okay. I was on pace through the half and up to 18miles, but around 19-20 things just started to crack a bit and then the 5:20’s and 5:30’s started to come. Those last 6miles, oh god those last 6miles people. They were most certainly the most uncomfortable 6miles of my life. I’m not even gonna talk about those last 6miles. So yeah, I shuffled on in to finish in 2:16:17, (splits= 65:28/70:49, ouch). After the race all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and sleep, but no, those bastards chose me for doping control. Come on folks, did you not just see that last 6miles? If I was doping I would be asking for my money back for sure. Gah.
So that was my race. In good news, I came 4th, I’m proud of that. I think that even though it didn’t work out on Sunday I can take a lot out of that race. I learned a lot and got the 1st marathon in the legs. Sure the marathon kicked my ass. That race was kinda like the last fight from Rocky 3, The Houston Marathon was Rocky and I was Clubber Lang. For the first 2/3 of the race I gave that sucker all I had, I was kicking the shit outta it. But then I started to crack and when I did that race unleashed all it’s fury on me, it knocked me out and left me stumbling across the line (http://finishcam.com/TX/Houston-Marathon-2011/WatchVideo.aspx?Id=BfQWbzCjahlHKxeWHvZgJyDXE7Z5V1k8&CameraNum;=1) I gotta stop doing that! Well played marathon, well played. Marathon-1 Rob-0.
I will admit it though, I think I love the marathon. I loved the training and everything that went on along the way. I love just being able to go out there and give it all you have for 2+ hours. It is an awesome event, can’t wait to do another one. In the words of a nice man named Jim; “To have a rainbow there has to be a little bit of rain”