“There will come a day when I can no longer run marathons. Today is not that day.”
I saw the picture on a friends Facebook wall a couple of days before running the Calgary Marathon and it stuck with me, though during the race it needed to be switched over to a more positive tone. My mantras on race day were as follows, repeated in no specific order –
Just keep swimming.
Today is MY day.
This is fun!
So a few days after the race, my soreness is gone, yet I am still high as a kite. To answer the question I get asked by non-runners, “Is there such a thing as runner’s high?” YES, hell YES.
Back to Sunday for a little race report..
Alarm goes off at 4:30AM. I snooze it, only to be awakened by the second alarm I set for 4:32AM. I swear and get out of bed. The night before I had carefully planned my check bag, running gear, written myself little reminders and piled my running outfit in order of how it gets put on, (so as to not have to turn on lights and wake up JB, thoughtful, right?) After dressing, I went downstairs for the usual breakfast on the morning of a long run. Bowl of oatmeal, two pieces of toast, apple juice and a banana.
5AMish – pull out of the garage, head to the train station. I had signed the “Green Pledge” with the marathon. I agreed to take public transit to/from the event, would carry my own water and nutrition and whatever I carried in, I would also carry out. Totally easy. Actually, carrying my own water and nutrition worked in my favor.
5:15AMish – get on train. Now, as many know, (thanks Jim), I am not a morning person. I don’t like talking with anyone until I have had a run or coffee or both. It’s not like I am mean or anything, I just like things quiet. I was quite lucky that the woman who sat next to me talked the entire friggin way to the stop for the race. The whole way. It was 35 minutes of listening to this woman go on about her half marathon races and triathlons and how she hated to run but needs to as part of her tri training and blah blah.. I was thinking seriously bad things. I did not want to engage in conversation, which proved difficult, because true to Canadian form, she was so NICE. Ugh.
6AM – arrive at Calgary Stampede grounds, go inside building. It was a little cold outside; I could almost see my breath. I couldn’t resist crossing the building and walking outside to see the finish line. Returning inside, I was pleased to see many of the people who I have been training with over the last few months. We chatted, checked our bags and waited. BTW, I would be remiss if I did not mention that the bag check was terrific. Highly efficient and convenient. The first of many good things done by the volunteers on race day.
6:50AM – time to line up at the start line. We made our way to the starting area and seeded ourselves appropriately. What does that mean? As a runner, you have an idea as to your finish time. You find the pace bunny with that time on their sign and you line up in their general area. Our training group had a plan as to where we would line up. We would start together, but more than likely not finish together. Another word of advice for newbie runners – training with a group is definitely beneficial, but have “the talk” before race day about your individual race goals and plan to run alone. Our little group had decided that although we were starting together, we would each run our own race and may not finish together. As it turned out, we did not.
7AM – GO TIME! The rest is such a blur. So here are some highlights.
I love Calgary. The route went through some beautiful areas and I tried to make mental notes of where I was all the time. Mostly because I saw a house for sale or a restaurant or something, but the city is just beautiful. I enjoyed the scenery.
Best signs – “My Mom is faster than your Mom”, “I like your stamina, CALL ME”, and toward the end, ala Ryan Gosling, “Hey, Girl, I am at the finish line waiting for you. And I lost my shirt.” I also took advantage of every “Official High Five Station”. It is so fun to run a race and have children hold our their hands for a high-five. I tried to thank the police officers and volunteers along the course that held traffic for us and generally cheered us on. As an aside, why are all the Calgary Police Officers so good-looking?
I had asked JB to be anywhere after the 34K marker as this is when I thought I would need his encouragement. Funny story, as told from my husband’s point of view..
We (JB and my 2 boys) took the train to downtown so to be close to the 35K marker. Arrived at our preferred vantage point a minute before the pace bunny Erika had told us she would start with approached. SCORE! Pace bunny and group passes, no Erika. I told the boys to be patient, that perhaps Mom fell back a little and was with the next pace group. Next pace group comes and goes. No Erika. I then told the boys that we had to run back to the train station and get to the finish line/Stampede Grandstand area as we missed Mom. This was either really good, meaning she was ahead of her anticipated pace, or really bad.. didn’t want to think about nor tell the boys about worst case scenario. We ran to the train station and arrived in the Grandstand area near the finish line just in time to hear it announced that Erika was coming into the finish. Luckily, we were right at the finish line to watch her come in.
Okay, back to me. I felt great almost the entire run. I had checked my pace band several times, consistently in front of where I wanted to be. This was scary and exhilarating all at the same time. About the 40K marker, my feet started to feel heavy, like I had lead in my shoes. I welcomed the uneasiness and gave myself one final pep talk. My plan was to do 10/1 intervals, run for 10 minutes, walk for 1 minute, and this kept my legs going and my breathing steady. I stuck to the plan of taking a hit of nutrition and water on each walk break. Huge fan of the 10/1 intervals.
Upon hearing my name being announced at the Stampede Grandstand, I had to take a deep breath and my eyes watered. There is something about running into a grandstand with people cheering and feeling great that just kind of gets to you. As adults, we don’t get many opportunities to work toward a goal and see the culmination of our efforts with a big event and celebration at the goal’s completion. Think about it. As kids, we have piano or dance lessons, which result in a recital. We have sports practices that result in games, tournaments and trophies. As adults in the workforce, we work hard on projects for promotions and accolades, and at the completion of those tasks we are rewarded with.. more work. Perhaps the promotion and accolades as well, and those or both really good things, but there is new work that comes with it. Sorry, I got off topic.
Anyway… Luckily I composed myself enough for this picture, taken by JB as I came through the corral after receiving my medal.
It was a great day for many people. I am so thankful for the running group and new friends I have made through training for this event. I will be back!
One my favorite running quotes.. “It’s very hard in the beginning to understand that the whole idea is not the beat the other runners. Eventually you learn that the competition is against the little voice inside you that wants you to quit.” – George Sheehan
Never quit, my friends, never quit.