Sunday, December 14, 2008

The results are in....

Yesterday was an experience.  My dad battled a back problem early in the week, which made me really worried as to whether or not he'd even make it through the marathon on Saturday...THEN...on Thursday, he developed quite the stomach virus.  He thought it was due to the steroids the doctor gave him for his back, but when my mother was sick on Friday night, he knew it was the norovirus.  Needless to say, dad wasn't able to keep any food on his stomach for three days...INCLUDING Friday and Saturday morning.

Still...we were so positive all the way to Charlotte.  My stomach was doing flips...I chalked it up to nerves and adrenaline.  The gun went off...and off we went.  Our first few splits were 8:30, 8:00, 7:55, 8:00, 8:10...By the 12th mile, we were set to finish about 6 minutes ahead of our qualifying time.  By the 12th mile, my stomach exploded and there were NO PORTA POTTIES.  I had some stomach pains for a couple of miles, but I still thought it was all the adrenaline.  It wasn't.  I had the norovirus.  I held off saying anything to dad until the 16th mile, because we were still right on target to finish 6 minutes ahead of our goal.  But my stomach started cramping again and I noticed a beautiful green porta potty.  I ran in...threw up twice...walked out with my upper thighs shaking (as they do when you have a stomach virus).  We ran into the Marriott for me to clean myself up, where I proceeded to throw up three more times.  I walked out of the bathroom....cleaned my face..and dad and I took off running.

I ran the final ten miles of the race with potassium cramps (from losing all the gus I took, the powerade I drank, and the breakfast I ate) and stomach cramps.  My lower back hurt from my bowels screaming at me to stop.  

Dad and I finished the marathon pretty strong, even thought I seriously considered quitting at the Marriott...on mile 19, mile 21, mile 22, mile 23, mile 24 and even up to the finish.  Dad and I crossed the finish line 20 minutes short of qualifying...which was extremely heart breaking and disappointing...but I was ecstatic that the battle was over.  I actually think I was more excited for a heated...indoor restroom and new clothes than anything else.  In retrospect, I wish I would have felt good enough to really enjoy the presence of my family at the finish line.  I could hear little Layla's voice yelling, "go go go"...it was so sweet.  I honestly don't remember much of the finish line or the first 10 minutes after I finished..its all a blur.

The biggest disappointment was that my post marathon meal/treat was a jug of Pedilyte....which didn't entirely stay on my stomach.  I was really looking forward to some pizza, Mrs. Fields cookies and butter pecan ice cream...BOO!  My body ached this morning in a way its never hurt before.  The Charlotte course was difficult...but I think it was the energy depletion that left its mark on me when I rolled out of bed.

SO...now for Boston...
Dad and I are running the United Healthcare Marathon in May, which is a Boston Qualifier, and the Marine Corps in October.  We are hitting the road tomorrow to pick up our training again :-).  I'm kind of excited to be really working toward something still....I'm going to be a stinkin machine by May...haha!

One of the best things about Saturday was my sweet little Layla An...she didn't care
 that I was pukey, sweaty or stinky...she loved on me anyway.  And even though I was exhausted...I wanted nothing more than to hold her and squeeze on her.  In fact, she and I both insisted that I carry her back to the car after the race :-)  I can say this though...one day when she meets a challenge and wants to give up...I can speak to her from experience.  I have never been so physically and emotionally challenged in all my life. 

BUT...that's over...and I'm on to the next one.  But first...I'm going to attempt to eat a peanut butter sandwich. Wish me luck...I probably need to eat a whole loaf's worth of sandwiches...

6 comments:

Beth R. said...

As always Linds, I love ya and your persistent spirit. Layla has so much to learn from you. Take it easy today...even machines need some down time!

The Beaver Bunch said...

Grrrr, I bet that was so frustrating, and you are handling it so much better than I would be.

I'll be cheering for you to do well in May.

THE DRIFTING DUO said...

Congratulations!! It sounds like it was one heck of an event, and like you guys kicked booty. Most people would have quit early on in your condition. And now you have a story to tell. It's all in the journey anyway. :-D

Natasha said...

Linds...I am very proud of you for several reasons...the most obvious...YOU FINISHED YOUR FIRST MARATHON!!! That is so totally awesome! Second, you were challenged WAY more than you expected due to the ridiculous stomach virus and you STILL did not give up. That is dedication (and a litte bit psychotic) (he, he)!!!! :) And, most importantly, I am proud of you for your positive attitude about the whole
experience. Instead of focusing on the disappointment of not qualifying for Boston, you are focusing on the accomplishment of completing the marathon and you are continuing to look ahead at new goals. You are already a well oiled machine...physically, but even more mentally. Your never give up attitude and desire to reach every goal that you set is
inspiring.

I wish you the best during the next months of training, and, as always, I will be here to support you the whole way AND this time (in May), I hope to be at the finish line to celebrate with you (hopefully without the puke). :)

I love you Linds and once again...I am proud of you!!! :)

Team Thompson said...

did i mention- you're my hero. Good grief! Amazing... and nothing short of it. Looking SOOOO forward to Friday!! Yea!

Michelle said...

OH my goodness! i can't believe you finished a MARATHON in that condition! I would definitely have quit... congrats on your hard work, you'll have it next time no doubt!