So I think I have pouted and sulked enough. For those who know me well and talk to me regularly, you know things did not go so well. Not very good at all.
Iwas running with my favorite lady, my sister Vanessa.
We were with the Komen team this round, and loving it.
"Sisters running for sisters".
This photo was taken pre-race, and we were supposed to have a post finish medal shot, but it just wasn't in the cards.
So here we go, the low down on what went down. Beware this will be long.
We started out & we were on a good pace, my sister and I were aiming to beat and make a new PR for me. 2:45.. The weather was good, the early part of the course was hilly, turns out all 8 of the 1st 13 miles were hilly, but still a decent course.
We were moving along, we breezed thru the 5K mark in pretty good time, actually it was killer time, my best 5K time ever when you take out the potty break.. 35 mins.
I was elated. We got to mile 4 & it all went south from there.
My right heel was bugging me, at first it hurt to walk but it was okay to run on, Not for long though. Stabbing pain thru my heel, and I couldn't bear any weight on it at all. My sister stayed with me, I tried to get her to go ahead but no she was going to stick to the plan, we were doing this one together. I totally love her for her dedication. Mile 5 or somewhere in between mile 5 & 6 I stop at one of the ambulances to get some pain relief, but that wasnt helping. So at just past the 10K mark, I made Nessa go ahead. I had a funny feeling I wasn't going to make it, and I didnt want to ruin it for her. So she hugs me & kisses me on the cheek and off she goes like the wind.
One of the best moments of our relationship, honestly. Just so much love right there.
Anyway, I let her go and I press on. I am seriously limping by now, but I keep going. As far as I can, as long as I can keep it up.. People passsing me, in visible pain, asking if I was okay, some still didnt believe me when I said " Yes" and kept looking back at me, but I pressed on. There is a saying in running" Dig Deep". Ya well I dug as far deep as I could till I couldn't take it anymore. I passed the 15K mark with 2:19 time on the clock I was on pace to still make it ether right at 3:00 or maybe even 2:50 so I limp a little further. I just can't bear anymore, and I called Ryan crying, He says stop, so I find the neareast police man just said "Medic".
Right there at Skillman St and Live Oak St. I ended it.
Sitting on the corner waiting for the ambulance, I watched people passing by.People I had passed before ...It took everything & I mean everything I had not to get back up and go. Tears streaming down my face behind my sunglasses I try to keep up somewhat of a smile as I sit there waiting. Pain, disappointment, fear of the worst possible case. Later I find out it is worse case, but at the time it is unknown.
After what seemed like eternity, the ambulance arrives, they take me on a bouncy & painful ride to the outer portion of the finish area where Ryan is waiting. From the ambulance to the Komen finisher tent, my hubby carries me so I can check out/in and let them know I am okay, well as best as I can. I don't get a medal but I got a long stemmed beautiful pink rose.
Ryan carries me again to wait while he gets the car, and then Dad carries me to the car, and we drive off. With Brett Michaels singing in the background, I know this is my last race for while...
My last race for a long while...
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