I had lots of money in the bank. And now I’m broke.
This and most of the other pics are Liz's because she remembered to bring her camera! Oops.
There were so many things I was going to title this post (my absolute favorite being “We’re doing it Longhorn style”) but in the end I went with my motto throughout the entire Dallas White Rock marathon that I ran this past Sunday.
If you’re my fb friend (or if you read on other places that stole my thunder) then you know that I ran really well. Like really well. So I guess I’m not spoiling anything by giving the stats first:
Dallas WR Marathon
- 26.2 miles (or I’ve been told that it was actually 26.45 but whatevs)
- 7:13 average pace
I don’t have the exact splits but you can wander over to my running sistaaaa’s blog (whom I ran with and she did amazing as well!) because I think she’s going to post them when her in-depth RR goes up. Regardless the above stats garnered me this (and keep in mind there were A LOT of people who ran it. I have no idea how many but this is a HUGE race) (these are updated results from the WR website post-FB status)
- 126th overall
- 9th woman (annoying because when I checked yesterday I was 8th)
- 2nd AG
I’m pretty much on freaking cloud 9 right now.
But first let me back up and kind of recap the whole weekend (or as best as I can in one post. So beware this is going to be long). I left work Thursday night to head up to my good ole childhood home so my mom could drive me to the airport Friday. I slept very well (and in my sister’s bed because I no longer have one there. Sad face) and when my alarm went off at 0600 I woke up with a start and had NO IDEA where I was. Legit.
Once I got my bearings I got up, threw on some clothes and headed to the airport (btw the shoes I was wearing were the ones that I wore to work the night before: heals). The flights were unremarkable which was incredibly nice because the last time I went to Texas all hell broke loose from the skies and the travel was a nightmare. I actually landed at DFW *early*. On my flight to Philly I actually sat next to a marathoner (2:45) from Dallas and we chatted about the race and he gave me general advice. Very cool to have that happen. Anyway, he told me that he’d be cheering for me on Sunday (he wasn’t running but was going to cheer peeps on)
When I landed I hung outside the airport while I waited for Jess to pick me up. It was really nice to sit in really warm weather. When I left Boston it was 28* and when I landed in Dallas it was 75*. LOVE IT. Jess drove up from Houston that day, with a friend who was also running the half, and they were amazing to pick me up!
We hung out in Dallas for awhile where we meet up with a friend of ours to chill before the RWOL Dailies dinner. We ate nachos and dip. Talk about good pre-race food 😉
Then we headed to The Angry Dog to meet up and eat and drink with my peeps:
They are the NICEST people EVER. It was an amazing time. We talked about running (duh) but also life. It was great to put names to faces and hear voices. I owe A LOT to these guys (and obviously those on the forum that weren’t there). Lots of laughs were had.
I was originally going to spend the night with my running sis but plans change (another saying of mine this trip was “This was such an ill planned trip! I pretty much just hopped on a freaking plane!) but I had a friend who graciously let me crash on her couch for the night. I slept really well. I slept until 0900 Dallas time. Ummm that’s 1000 my time? I NEVER sleep that late. But it was good.
Rather than do a shakeout run (which I had wanted to do) the two of us went out for coffee. Then Liz came by and picked me up to head to the expo. Traffic was brutal and (yet another “theme” of the trip: we’re glad we made it there alive hahah). We picked up our packets and shirts and chatted with some really nice Texans (seriously the nicest people in the world). We also ran into Jess and her friend there. Well okay, Jess and I had been texting each other to try and meet up. But it was nice to see her again as I didn’t actually see her at the race itself.
Liz and I also bought these babies:
I actually won a pink pair in a giveaway but they haven't arrived yet and I really wanted these for the plane ride back to Boston. So worth it!
Then we left the expo and got coffee (more for me. YAY). Then I met back up with the friend I spent Friday with and we headed up to dinner with her parents and her parents running friends (her mom was running the full too). It was cool to spend another night with runners who were able to give advice. As well as laugh and have fun.
I tried to get to sleep early Saturday night but I couldn’t. I was never really worried but knowing that I had to get up so early the next day for, the race, I obviously couldn’t sleep. So I settled for time off my feet. I woke up before my alarm, which was nice, drank some coffee and ate a pb and banana sandwich. I had stayed with my friend and her parents overnight and, since her mom was running the race too, they drove me to the start.
Traffic was horrible and I thought I was going to miss the start. For real. But I didn’t. I actually saw Lesley at the bag drop off for about 5 seconds. I can’t believe you recognized me girl! And thanks for saying hi! And luckily I found my running sister at our corral (B. Holler for us putting a fast projected time down). I probably would have cried if I hadn’t found her. I was in spandex shorts and a spandex top. No gloves. I was shivering (I mean, I’m from New England but 37* is chilly no matter what) but it’s all good. Sure my hands went numb early but whatever. I was running a marathon. Comfortable? What’s that? 😀
While we waited for the gun to go off we were dancing and jumping around. Maybe we should have saved our energy for the race. But we were excited. Then we were OFF.
I don’t have the exact splits (Liz was wearing the garmin but when I get them I’ll update this post as well as post them in a future post) but here are some highlights of the race (aka thoughts I can remember):
(splits to be put here when I get ’em 😛 ) I do know that the first mile was 6:58 and we were pretty consistent with our pacing around 7:11 the whole time. Our slowest mile was around 18 (?) and it was 7:22. And I do know that we picked it up A LOT at the end and the last 3 were sub-7. Holler.
- We went out really fast. Like really fast. But it felt good. So we we said to each other “let’s just go at what’s comfy”. So we did. Because we were in Corral B we weren’t with the 3:20 pacer but we actually caught up to him. And then we passed him real early on. And never looked back.
- Around mile 12ish I hear something to the effect of”At least we have two nice pairs of legs to pull us on this pace”. To which Liz and I replied “Like 2 girls pulling a pack of 10 guys? Oh well. See you at the finish” hahah. Later one of those guys passed us and called us mean for ditching the old guys. That’s us: heartbreakers.
- The Dolly Parton hills? Really? Yes I saw the sign that announced them (mile 22 maybe?) and I heard people complaining about them but I honestly never felt a hill the whole race. Silly Texans.
- Also silly Texans with the Chuck Norris signs of varying degrees. And the “run b!tch run” one. They were hilarious and I high fived the guy with the latter sign.
- Regardless of what I felt hill wise, I was feeling the effort around mile 19/20 and luckily there were shot blocks here. I’ve said this time and time again but I am SO not a model runner. Because I haven’t eaten anything on long runs (nor have I ever had coffee before a run but I did that on Sunday too!). And I ate these guys.
- As soon as I ate them I thought that it was a bad idea because it threw off my stride and breathing and stomach. But I’m glad I did because they did make my legs feel better. It could just be mental but I felt it. I also thought at this point that I really can’t vomit at the end because the shot blocks were red and that it would look like I was vomiting blood.
- Holy @#$& these last few miles suck.
- Holy #$@% I could break 3:10 (thought at mile marker 26)
- Holy !@#$ I just did (thought at finish line)
“I love Texas”
I think I said this about every minute. The crowds were great and I just felt the love. I even got lei-ed in the first half and wore the red lei for the rest of the race! Liz and I also tried to join in the Texas love by throwing up the “hook ’em horns” at some of the cameras.
Like this but during the race
I adored it when people cheered for us passing the guys and calling us girls and ladies. I know some people get offended (like really?!) but I love it. It made me feel really bamf and hardcore. I definitely chicked a lot of people in the last 4 or so miles. It felt great.
As fun as the run I was I was there to race and, that said, I was in absolute shock when I finished and realized that I did, in fact, break 3:10. Totally smashed my goal of 3:20.
We walked through the finisher area together (after jumping around like idiots at the actual finish line) where we were given hats because we were in the top 100 females and told that we were also very likely top 10. We got our medal, finishers shirt and FOOD. And BEER. I’m not at all a big beer drinker but I crave it after races. So I indulged. It tasted awesome.
We took a finisher photo together and then met up with Liz’s friend who had driven down from Tulsa to cheer us on. We had thought he was going to jump in at the last few miles to keep us going but he didn’t. Lame hahah. We then headed back to where we were spending the night to eat and shower.
And then go out to drink. Let me just say this now to all you Texans: y’all know how to drink on a Sunday night. Did I mention I freaking love Texas?
Did I mention I love us too?
After drinking we chilled at the house and ate more before heading to bed. I actually had a semi-fitful night of sleep and at 0530 whispered to Liz “Are you at all asleep?”. Nope was the reply and we got up to just move the legs before leaving for the airport.
I guess I should talk about how my legs felt Monday. They were sore. I don’t think they couldn’t be after such a hard effort. But I could do stairs normally and everything. I was probably more sore after Boston. Sitting on my long flight back to Boston was rough but I was never in immobile mode.
That said, Monday was a rest day (as was Friday and Saturday btw). Simply because of the travel. Which is good because I am sore. So that tells me there’s damage and running would have been bad.
In any case I arrived on time in Boston and my mom made me a HUGE dinner that night. And my biggest fear was realized: as I hopped into the car to drive home it was SNOWING (and the predicted weather this week is snow and below freezing). I cursed, like a trucker to which all members of my family yelled at me for, and then I said something to the effects of jumping on a plane back to Dallas.
I also foam rolled Monday night after getting back to my apartment and I almost vomited. It hurt. I think because I didn’t sleep much Sunday night the muscle soreness didn’t really set it. It’ll be an interesting next few days to say the least!
So if you made it to the end of this BEAST then congrats. It was a pain in the ass to write because I didn’t write it race day so I’m sure I forgot to include *something*. Oh well. It’s all good. This race was wicked awesome and a perfect way to end my 2010 racing.
Because I still feel on top of the freaking world