Why I didn’t P.R. or How I Became a Die Hard Runner at Mile 10

Well, I guess I missed a post yesterday, didn’t I? Sorry about that, I had an excruciating migraine headache probably due to stress or worry or something, but in case you’re wondering, no, I didn’t get a P.R. at the Blue Moon half Marathon yesterday. I finished in 2:06:54, official chip time.

blue moon half medal

I’ll have a full recap and review for you tomorrow but in the meantime, let me tell you briefly why I didn’t PR.

Last week, Mom and I were running around a lot and even though I was able to run, I didn’t run as much as I would have liked and I ate sort of crappy. I didn’t realize just how crappy until Thursday or Friday of last week when I got stomach cramps while running and so I tried to clean up my diet at the last minute.

Unfortunately, on Saturday I ate 3 bagels because we were busy and they are quick and easy and hello, carbs! I just didn’t think about the fact that my bagels have 7 grams of fiber each…yeah, I know, but all I was thinking is carbs for the race and I didn’t eat anything after 9 on Saturday evening so I thought everything was good.

On Sunday morning I woke up feeling great. Because of the time change I woke up at 4:30 instead of my usual 5:30 and couldn’t go back to sleep. No worries, I got up and started to prepare for the race. About 6:30 I started to get worried when I realized I hadn’t been able to go to the bathroom but we had to leave, so off we went and at start time I still hadn’t been able to go. My biggest worry was that I would get cramps and have to slow down. Little did I know…..

I started the race strong and was holding a 9:05 pace all the way through the 8th mile. I was well on my way to a sub 2 and I felt strong and was ready to push harder and finish the last 5 miles.

Then mile 9 happened.

Mile 9 will forever be emblazoned in my mind as the desperation and countdown to humiliation mile. My lower stomach began to cramp, my hands became clammy and sweat began to form on my brow.

Two minutes to blast off, we are approaching Defcon 1, Elvis is leaving the building! IT’S GO TIME! Must find restroom NOW.

I ran to the next volunteer and then stopped and asked where the nearest restroom was. She wasn’t sure. I seemed to remember the pre race email stating there was a restroom at mile 9.5 or 9.75 so I continued on and slowly started to run to the next volunteer, where is the next restroom?

She told me but guess what? I couldn’t find it. Mile 9 was finished in 10:35 and I was now pissed. I was waisting precious time. My sub 2 was disappearing before my very eyes. Desperation was at an all time high!

As mile 10 began I knew I had precious few minutes left. I thought about running across 6 lanes of traffic to hit the McDonalds, or darting behind the homes along the course. I thought about the embarrassment of NOT finding a suitable place and what that outcome would be, and then I did the only thing I could do. I found a trail that looked like it led to a park or an area that might have had a bathroom and so I followed it, except that it only led to another road and a bunch of houses on the other side. Lucky for me there was a thick patch of trees in between.

And that, my friends, is when I became a die-hard runner. I pulled those shorts to the side and I Paula Radcliffe’d right there. Right there amongst the privacy of those trees, I spent 5 of the most uncomfortable moments of my life, and then I ran back to the race and joined the group as if nothing had happened.

When I crossed the finish line and saw the time, I was heartbroken because I knew I could have had a sub 2 finish and I didn’t.

Later, when I told MacGyver what had happened he laughed his head off but when he finally stopped laughing he said, ‘hey, look at it this way, You still finished with a good time and you beat a lot of people, and in reality you did better than a lot of the people who finished ahead of you because none of those people had to stop and take a shit.”

Thanks honey. I feel so much better.

Please tell me you’ve had an embarrassing moment during a race? Anything? Please share it with me.

Saturday is for shopping and spooktacular race preparation, or not.

Saturday is for shopping! Okay, well maybe not technically but that’s what I did for most of it. I still managed to run 4 miles this morning. I typically do not run the day before a race but since I took Friday off to go shopping, (yes, more shopping), I ran a little tempo run this morning, you know before I went shopping. Do you notice a pattern here? Race prep zero, shopping, ton! NICE.

It was beautiful outside today. Nice and cool.

Tomorrow is the Frankenfooter half! I am not sure I am completely prepared for it, but we’ll see what happens. I haven’t really followed any of my usual training routines in the past few weeks so I’m a little off my game. The one thing I am grateful for is that tomorrow’s weather is going to be beautiful. Low 60’s in the morning with a high of 80. Sweet!

Frankenfooter half

Unfortunately it will be in the high 80’s again by mid-week and that sorta sucks an egg for me because I half another half next Sunday…oh well. Anyway, I picked up my race packet today and got to see the set up for tomorrows race, and if anything, it looks like a ton of fun; so I am really looking forward to having a good time more than anything else.

If you’re running the frankenfooter half tomorrow, good luck to you! And if you aren’t, what race are you running? Or are you doing a long run?

Here’s the Post where I PR!

Happy Monday!

I’m taking a rest day today so no exercise. I think I deserve it 😉 Saturday I ran 13.1 miles..because I ran a half-marathon…but more on that in a minute. Yesterday I ran a really easy slow 2 miles and I probably shouldn’t have attempted that because my achilles was on fire, but I did and now I know I need a few days off!

Now,lets get back to the half-marathon…

Saturday morning I got up at 5am because we had about a 45 minute drive to the race location. I had my usualy cup of coffee in my appropriate tervis tumbler…13.1 Tervis TumblerIn case you can’t see it, it says 13.1, cute right?





After waking up MacGyver and Kid we headed off to the race. I was glad to have my guys out there to support me even though they were complaining about the cold for most of the morning. MacGyver even snapped a picture of the temperature readout in the car…Cold Morning!It was cold but it didnt feel that cold.





Once we got to the registration area I picked up my bib and goodie bag and met some of the nicest people including this girl.Johanne This is Johanne, (hey girl, stay in touch!). She is the sweetest girl and I hope I see her at Iron Girl and other races! She was super nice and this was like her 6th half marathon of the year or something like that…(hope I got that right). Anyway, talking to Johanne about running was awesome because I could tell how much she loves it and when I talk to people like her I know someone else gets me and loves running as much as I do!

After checking in, we took a shuttle to the starting line. It wasn’t far and I would have preferred to walk but MacGyver and Kid were freezing so we took the shuttle.

I decided to start off with a slow comfortable pace to see how my achilles would do.

Starting Line I look all serious here but actually I was trying to stop humming…it didn’t work. I’ll save my comments about the course for my race recap and skip that part for now. Instead, I’ll skip to the part where Up & Humming actually PR’s …YES! She does! I finished in 2:09:38. Not bad, right? I mean, there’s definately room for improvement but finishing with a pace under 10 minutes made me pretty happy! I quickly scooped up my medal as I was yelling, (like an idiot), “I just PR’d!”

I PR'd!This is Barbara, she finished just after me. Great Runner


Barbara is 65 years young and she rocked it hard core! Go girl!


And now, here is the part where I really want to toot my own horn, but really, this was a very small race and I finished 47th out of like 92 or something so it’s not like I killed it or anything…. but….I did get the silver medal in my division 🙂 So, toot toot. Go me!

Pasco ChallengeBib and medals

All in all, this was a super fun day. I love races where I meet nice people like Johanne and Barbara; and I love it when other runners motivate me and I hope I motivate them as well, because in the end, it’s not just about how fast you are, it’s about getting out there and doing something you love and being healthy and happy and having fun!



What motivates you at races? Do you prefer smaller races or larger ones?