It was the perfect day for a race. The sun was out for part of it, and I threw my gloves at about mile 20. I think I mentioned the race was a one mile loop. I was little worried about that. Turns out, I loved it. Well, loved is a stretch, but I liked it. As long as I just took it mile by mile and didn't start thinking about all the laps I had left, I was fine. There was water at every mile because of the loop. I walked at this point every mile. I would drink and walk for about 20-30 seconds. (Every mile) I knew this would ultimately help me finish and recover faster. After about mile 16, I was waiting to hit the wall. With each mile, I kept thinking, "This is going to be the mile I crash" Well, I never really hit the wall. My legs hurt, and I was tired, but mentally, I was good to go.
It was a bit to cold for my little girls (7&3) to be standing out there, so the first time I saw them was at mile 11, and then at 16, and then they came out and stayed at mile 22. I stopped and chatted with them at mile 16 and 22. My hubby told me a funny story about the 3 year old. They were walking back into the lobby from being outside, and my 3 year old saw a lady from the back wearing the same Boston '08 Marathon jacket I have. She went running up to her, and quickly turned to face her and Roared really loud, she thought it was me, and she was trying to scare me. (That is something we all do to each other in our house) LOL- what a nut.
I crossed the finish line in 4:09. WOW, I was shocked at my time. I would have LOVED to have finished sooner and I am certain if I had trained for this race, I would have. I felt so good too. I went in to the room and showered and we packed up to leave. The family was starving (my stomach was hurting, which is normal for me) so we went to the Macaroni Grill for a late lunch. We went in and sat down, and I quickly started to feel horrible. I was sweating like crazy and couldn't see straight. I rested my head on my arm for a little while. I didn't feel nausea and I didn't feel those post race poopy cramps, I was just dizzy and sweaty. It got so bad, I thought I was going to pass out and I was just sitting there. My husband got nervous because when he would look at me and ask me a question, I would just stare at him and not say anything. I starting to breath really heavy at this point and so my DH went and told the waiter I was sick and we had to leave, which was so embarrassing for him. I couldn't walk straight or see straight and so I had to hold on to my husbands arm. I got into the car and my husband was ready to take me to the hospital. He was punching it in to the GPS when I told him to stop. I thought I was OK, and that all I needed was some French Fries and a Gatorade. He raced over to McDonald's and grabbed me FF and then across the street to get me some Lemon Lime Gatorade. It took about 10-15 min, but I started to feel normal again. I was scared, my DH was scared and my poor kids were scared. I am not certain what was wrong with me, but I am sure it had something to do with my electrolytes. What do you all think?
*I didn't have any blister and I only rubbed raw around my sports bra.... OUCH...
My hubby took this video of me at mile 22. None of the pictures they took turned out normal. They were fuzzy and out of focus.