This post came “thisclose” to being my first DNF (did not finish). I’ve had several DNS (did not start) due to illnesses, but I’ve never came close to a DNF.
With that ominous start, let’s back up, shall we? One of my besties had a baby, but since she had him so early, we never had a baby shower. Instead there was a meet the baby gathering. I was super excited to meet baby and headed up to Seattle Friday night.
Knowing I would be in Seattle for the weekend, and knowing I needed to do 10 miles (according to my Tink training calendar), I looked at what races were going on. Lo and behold, the Mercer Island Half was going on. I’ve never done the half before, however, I have done the 10K multiple times. It’s a very hilly course. And by very hilly, I mean extremely hilly. It is Seattle after all. And I never seem to remember how hilly it is until I get out there.
I definitely wasn’t ready to do the half, but I could do the 10K, plus a few extra to get me to 10. Fortunately the 1oK didn’t start until 8:30 so I was able to squeak in 3.8 ish miles before the race started.
Towards the end of my pre-race miles, my stomach started bothering me. Well that is new. I finished, grabbed my bib and some water, thinking the water might help. It seemed to calm my stomach for the moment, so I headed to the start line.
Go! The first few miles were actually fine. I completely missed the mile 2 sign and was pleasantly surprised by the mile 3 sign. Mile 4 is a giant downhill followed by a giant uphill. And it is also where my stomach started complaining. I started cramping and running jarred my stomach. I seriously thought I might just need to stop. Had there been a medical tent there at that moment I’m pretty sure I would have DNF’d and left the course. But there wasn’t and I knew I was close to the end. I put my head down and walked. I walked down the hill, I walked up the hill. I walked down the next hill and attempted to run on the flats as the jarring wasn’t that bad on the flats.
I had come in to this race with lofty goals of 1:20. Yeah, so that didn’t happen. When it became obvious my stomach wasn’t going to cooperate, I thought maybe I could salvage under 1:30. Guess what? I couldn’t, exactly. I came in at 1:30.50 so not under 1:30 but not exactly over 1:30. I’m still a long way from where I want to be but I keep plugging away. Some day I’ll find my lost speed. Some day.