Excited to get started.
Halfway done.
Only one more bridge to go.
After three months of training I finally completed the Prague Half-Marathon with a time of 2:14:10 which I think is pretty respectable. Running 13.1 miles is not something I ever thought I would do. I struggled to run one mile in high school. In college I did not help my GPA by taking a jogging class. I could not run fast enough to get an A. I've had issues with my knees for as long as I can remember. In spite of all of that I decided that I was going to run a half-marathon and I did.
I was really pleased that Kenny and Sophie went along with me on this trip. I did most of my long runs on the weekend so I got used to seeing them at the end and it was always something that I looked forward to. We shared a four bedroom suite with friends who were also running. Since this was my first race longer than a 5k it was nice to have the support, encouragement, and camaraderie of other runners.
We took the metro to the race. It was crazy to see other people with numbers pinned on their shirts all going to the same place for the same purpose. There was a long line of people just to exit the metro. There were nine-thousand five-hundred runners. We chose a meeting spot near the finish line, hit the WCs, gave a cheer, and went to our designated starting places. My friend Sarah is a faster runner but I lined up with her anyway.
We began the race to cheers and music. It took us about five minutes to walk slowly from our lineup spot to the starting line. I couldn't believe that so many people were capable of running that distance. I didn't start my music right way because I wanted to enjoy the atmosphere. It was surreal to participate in something so big with so much fanfare and hoopla. I followed Sarah's lead as we ran over cobblestones and dodged streetcar tracks. We sidestepped and dodged our way through the mass of runners. We were pretty aggressive. We were running an 8:45 minute mile which is fast for me even without cobblestones and other runners. I told her it was fast but I could hang. I knew I could always slow down and settle into my pace later. What I didn't count on was the heat. Sixty-six degrees is not hot, but after training all winter with temperatures in the teens and 20s it sure felt hot. I lived for the next bit of shade from buildings or tunnels and I savored any little breeze close to the river. With the faster pace and the warmer weather I was already hurting when I said goodbye to Sarah at the first water station. She stopped and I didn't. Maybe it was around mile 3. I wondered how soon she would catch up.
I took my fanny pack with me. It held a water bottle, one package of Clif Shot Bloks, and my cell phone. I felt like I was squared away and I didn't want to stop at the water station so I pressed on alone. My feet were starting to get some hot spots. I felt like I was overheating so I was sure to keep drinking water. I ate one Shot Blok every two miles. I went ahead and got some water at the next water station. I drank half and dumped the other half over my head. I felt incredibly better after that. My feet were blistering but the warm weather kept my joints feeling good. Maybe it was around mile 7 that I felt like I could finally look up and enjoy the scenery. I was on a nice patch of sidewalk along the river and I didn't have to watch my footing. The pack had loosened up so I didn't have to worry about people being too close. That was the best part of the run. Sarah found me after the last water station with about three miles left to go. I told her I didn't have much left. She smiled and said, "Sure you don't." I could only keep up for a few seconds before she danced away. I really didn't have much left. My feet really hurt especially if I hit a cobblestone the wrong way. My mantra became, "This is what training is for." Those last three miles. I could remember times when the runs got hard and I persevered anyway. I knew I could handle the distance. I just had to push on a little more. I was hot so I remembered running with snowflakes in my eyes and ice under my feet. With one more bridge to go I began to get concerned because I started seeing people on the side of the road being tended to by paramedics. They were heartbreakingly close to the finish line. Then I saw Kenny and Sophia waving and cheering and taking pictures. I was so happy to see them. And I was happy to see the finish line on the other side of the bridge.
I was in a little bit of trouble after the race, probably due to the heat, so I knew I needed to take care of myself and get back to Kenny. I felt like sobbing when they put the medal around my neck. It was an endurance race both mentally and physically and I was spent. After the medals came bags of food, and then they were handing out water bottles. I knew I had to drink and I was so desperate to get my bottle open that I almost asked someone for help with the tricky seal. Finally I got it open and as I was walking back to our meeting point I ran into somebody that I know. I was able to have a coherent conversation at that point so I knew that I was going to be okay. Shortly after I found Kenny and Sophia though I took a bite of a banana and all of my muscles and my stomach seized up in cramps. I continued eating the banana slowly and drinking a lot and then I was fine.
Well, almost fine. My feet were badly blistered. I don't know if my shoes continue to be the problem, or if my feet are just extra sensitive from the troubles with the old shoes. I even had a blister on the end of my index toe that went under the nail. I'm not sure if I will keep that nail. It was the best feeling ever when I drained that blister and got the pressure off of the nail.
It was fun to go out to dinner and compare race stories. It took me a surprisingly long time to feel hungry after the race, but once I was hungry I felt like I couldn't eat fast enough.
So what's next? I'm going to start training for a late summer full marathon. I'm not committed to it yet. I want to see how training goes. I need to work on finding a way to keep my feet healthy. I also need to figure out a vegetarian endurance athlete diet. I feel like I don't remember enough about the race. Maybe I was a little bit incoherent and that could be a fueling issue that would need to be solved before a longer race.
Since I usually run alone music is really important. I intended on handpicking a playlist, but after my friend Nicole suggested Survivor's Eye of the Tiger I plugged it into iTunes Genius feature and I got a playlist that was so great I used for all of my long runs. It helped me gauge where I was in a run and how my pace was. Unfortunately for the race I didn't start out with my music and something wasn't working right. It took me a long time to get it playing correctly. Once it was going though, I found it highly comforting and motivating. Here's my list:
Survivor - Eye of the Tiger
Journey - Separate Ways
Foreigner - Juke Box Hero
Black Sabbath - Paranoid
J Geils Band - Centerfold
Bon Jovi - Bad Medicine
Huey Lewis and the News - The Power of Love
Aerosmith - Love in an Elevator
Bruce Springsteen - Glory Days
STYX - Mr. Robato
Pink Floyd - Another Brick in the Wall
Alice Cooper - Poison
Guns N' Roses - Don't Cry
Survivor - Burning Heart
Bon Jovi - I'll Be There For You
Foreigner - Cold as Ice
Black Sabbath - Iron Man
Aerosmith - Angel
Yes - Owner of a Lonely Heart
Quiet Riot - Cum on Feel the Noize
Evanescence - Going Under
Starship - We Built this City
Iron Maiden - Run to the Hills
Poison - Talk Dirty to Me
Bon Jovi - Always
REO Speedwagon - Take it on the Run
Dire Straits - Walk of Life
Journey - Who's Crying Now
Foreigner - Hot Blooded
Eddie Money - Take Me Home Tonight
There are lots of other good songs that come after that. Enough for a full marathon. We'll see.