I was already going to post about a DNF race. I had it written and in the queue. And then…
I did it.
Of course, it’s not my first. Hence the reason I’m so willing to write about it.
I really really REALLY wanted to run it.
It was cold but I was so prepared I wasn’t cold at all. I had all the clothes ready, my morning went well and I kissed Sean and headed out. Michelle texted me several times for encouragement (as did a few of my other awesome friends!) and I was so excited to have my last race done.
Here’s where we insert the glitch. When I got to where the race was…I couldn’t find it. No one could…that was apparent. It was at a complex (a school or something?) so there was multiple parking lots and an incredible sidewalk system that takes you down and around to this athletic field below. There were no signs. No directions. Nothing that I could see or anyone else. A lot of people looking lost. By the time we all parked, wandered, asked questions and walked two football fields at least…we walked up as they were lining up the half marathon pe0ple to start. It was 8:56.
I have never started a race so frantically. She throws me my swag bag and I explain that I can’t take it. I have to run. She told me to just carry it. Uh…no, that’s ok. She said there wasn’t room for them to hold it there. What…too much space in the great outdoors? 😉
I told her to just keep it. I don’t need it (I was nice). She said she would let me pick it up afterwards. I think she felt bad.
Pinned on my bib, missed. One side fell off, the pin dangling. I’m wearing mittens. My earbuds won’t stay in. My Garmin needs to be started. I can hear the instructions now,
“for obvious reasons, we HAD volunteers. The trail is well marked….we SWEAR there’s paint under the snow”.
We start running, and that’s when it dawns on me. Holy crap my feet.
Oh man do they hurt. They hurt BAD. I’m on mile .25. I do not do well with cold feet.
Side note about Hypothyroidism that is incredibly unfriendly:
Your extremities tend to have poor circulation, so they get cold and stay cold. Sean says I have the coldest feet in the world. Fingers, too and just in time for Christmas…my red nose. It’s SO attractive. 😉 But right now, my biggest worry is my feet which are seriously hurting/mostly numb if that makes sense.
I called Sean and he said get the heck out of Dodge that sounds crazy. So I did.
Attempted to get my race shirt and decided I didn’t care, it hurt so much.
The race started at 9, I got to my car about 9:30, I sat there with the heat on my feet for a good 15 or 20 minutes and finally just headed home, still no feeling. On the way home they started hurting like they were warming up. It’s almost 1pm. My feet still hurt. Socks, slippers, blanket.
I know Miss Kat was supposed to run the half today and she considered going down to the 10k. I looked for the blue sparkle but I got there so late I couldn’t find it and I looked in the 10k people but by that time I was trying to preserve my toes.
I hope she pops in for an update. Pretty sure I’ll never get to meet her in person. 🙁