I have been sick alll week.
Manda tried to talk me out of running it today because I was so sick. But, being the stubborn runner I am (and the fact that I shelled out some serious $$$ for the WRC series) I decided to run it.
The first mile was decent...uphill, but decent. I had to stop at mile 1 and fix my shin splint tape. I guess that's a good sign, meaning my shin splints are getting a little bit better. I was able to run the entire mile 1-mile 2. The hill up Polk caused me to walk for about 4 minutes. Yikes?! There was a lady with blonde hair that I was determined to beat...and about this point she made some serious strides ahead of me. From the top of Polk to the mile 3 mark was a breeze (i freakin' LOVE downhill) the next mile was a lot of walk/run/walk/run. I kept toggling that blonde chick and it was driving me nuts. However, once we hit Tyler I decided to push it for as long as my body would ---before I started to heave--- and I PASSED the blonde haired chick! (and she never caught back up....Wahoo!!) About 4 minutes later I started walking because I felt that nice little acidic throw up in the back of my throat. The run up 36th street and skyline basically handed my butt to me on a silver platter... when I passed my house I had some serious thoughts about just quitting and sitting on my couch. :) But, I decided I was this far I could keep going. I don't even want to know how long that last mile took. I barely had enough energy to run. I decided once Skyline curved downhill that I just had to run... I couldn't be that pansie that walked across the finish line. So, I tried my hardest to push it. Amanda was waiting at the Dee Events Center and asked me how I was as I turned in... I didn't even have enough energy to talk to her. I think I gave her some sort of a wave that meant "I feel like crap, but I'm running.. can't...talk... right... now...." I had to turn on OkGo's song to get through that last stretch. I was D.Y.I.N.G. I was soooo disappointed when I crossed the finish and the time was 1:08. Manda and my sister were trying to convince me that it was a decent time, but it was still frustrating. So, there you go, that's my vent for the 10k. I came home and after some food with Manda and a slight venting session with Van Jay, I curled up on my couch and took a 2 hour nap. I'm hoping this stupid sickness will pass or our 14 miler is going to be B.R.U.T.A.L.
How were your Saturday runs?