This is my third time racing the ING half course.
2007 was just a training run for Ironman. I didn't race it, ran with Mike's family, had fun, enjoyed it. 1:47
2009 it was an "A" race for me. My first big post Alice race back. I struggled. Just not my day. 1:41
2010...third time was NOT the charm. I was hoping for under 1:40 and was going to do my best to hang on to 7:20's for a 1:36.
I was a little off. 1:51
All was good until Mile 9. I was pushing up the hills and recovering on the downhills, per Jen's instructions on "how to run even splits on a hilly course." It was not feeling easy or effortless, but I was hanging in there. Each hill push was accompanied by the all too familiar "I am going to puke" feeling that I get at the end of 5 and 10k's. When I cannot go any harder. And I am sprinting. All out.
I was not going that hard.
I was not sprinting.
Yet, I was puking.
Exited Piedmont Park and hurled all over the sidewalk. And again. And again.
Yes, I was that person on Sunday.
My mile splits were no longer even. Mile 9? A blistering 11:33. Zoom.
And now my shoes had vanilla powergel puke on them. Which, sadly, does provide any additional energy to your feet.
The 4.1 miles to the finish was a long, slow, spectacular KA-BOOM! I was hoping to rally and feel better after the show I put on at mile 9.
Not today. Not this year. Not on this course.
Next year you're mine.
(The appearance of a fever yesterday and the reappearance of my breakfast this morning could not have been more welcome. Yay for a stomach virus. Yay for puking. Anything that could reasonably explain the disaster that was my race was much welcomed.)