"Ran Like A Girl".....so that's what my Nike Women's Half Marathon finisher's t-shirt says. Yup, I was one of 700 males who participated in this race of approximately 15,000 runners.
I finished, but not without facing obstacles. Why is is that I always have these obstacles? I probably place it on myself by not running smart. Anyways, i've been hyping this race up to be the one I will PR my half marathon time. I don't know why I chose this course to do it. I must have forgotten how hard this course was. I set a finishing time goal of 2:30:00. I was on pace to do so up until mile 8, when things got ugly. I don't know the exact location, but apparently its near Robin William's home. Regardless, this one never ending hill pretty much killed any chances of PR-ing. I ended walking some of it, but at this point I could feel a tingly tightening sensation in my left calf. "Oh great!" was my reaction. By the end of the mile, the right calf gave way as well. It was certainly deja vu of last year. I had the same huge calf problems at Nike '05.
Unlike last year where I mostly walked the remainder of it, I tried to run it off this time. My legs did not like that. Both calves yanked me back like i've never felt before. This kept going off and on from mile 9 through 10. I would run hard, but it would pull me back. As a result, I had to walk. I would try to run again and do it succesfully, but a little later, it would yank me back again.
At mile 11, I saw Brenda, Emma, Carol Ann, and Ken and that gave me a boost. I can see in their faces that something was wrong with me, but they cheered me on. I attempted to run again, but this time the calf seriously locked up and I could feel the calf wanting to come out of my skin. At this point, Brian saw me and tried to stretch it out. Not only was calf hurting, but my hamstring right above it was bothering me. The stretching helped a little, but the calf occasionally locked. This hamstring and calf problem was not going away and I think it was altering my running form. It almost felt as if something was out of place. At one point, my calf locked so hard that I screamed "FUCK!" and plopped onto the plantar strip next to the curb. Fortunately a Nike volunteer heard/saw me and quickly grabbed my leg and tried to turn it to relax the muscle.
I seriously thought my calf was gonna pop out of my skin. During this time I was lying on my back and someone came by and said I was probably lacking electrolytes. She gave me two electrolyte pills. Not knowing what the hell they were I stupidly swallowed it, hoping it would make the pain away. That would be a costly mistake and as Capitan Jeanette mentioned, I know better than to take pills from strangers. They were able to lift me back up and I figured walking was the only way to finish it. By this time I was so close to the finish line. I had the energy to run it in, but my calves controlled by body at this point.

I smell the finish line, but here I am at mile 13 when my calf locked up again.
I couldn't move even if I had wanted to. So frustrating!
I hobbled into the finish line, while everyone else was able to run it in. The most surprising thing was I turned over my shoulder because someone yelled "Phil" and it was Olivia, who I had abandoned around mile 1. We ended up finishing around the same time. Official time was 2:45:49. Pretty funny.
After seeing everyone at the TNT tent, I wondered to find my sis and cousins. I walked to them and was not feeling good. Not exhausted, but sick. They even knew something was wrong with me because I was not my happy self. In fact, they noticed I looked pale. I felt something was wrong myself and after sitting for another half hour without wanting to talk to anybody, I knew I had to vomit. I rushed to the port-a-pottie and did my thing. My stomach was filled with crap and was not feeling good. I'm pretty sure it was those electrolyte pills which I wasn't use to taking. I felt better afterwards, but even during lunch, I didn't have much of an appetite. Believe me, I was starving, but I knew whatever I put in my stomach, it was gonna come back up.
After one more visit to the restroom, I got everything out of my system and my appetite was slowly coming back. Meanwhile my calves were still having an issue of its own. Any sudden wrong movement aggravated them and it would lock up instantly and I would scream "FUCK!" for dear life.
Today's event is one of my worse post race experiences ever. I didn't feel like myself again until 2:00 pm. I've been reflecting on what went wrong and i'm pretty sure I was off balance with liquid. I drank way more water than electrolytes. I assumed it was not hot and neglected the need to drink as much electrolytes as needed. As a result, my calves had issues. By the time I took salt packets, I think it was too late. I was happy with the first half of the race, but the second half was a disappointment. I bow down to this course....it's a toughy. So what have I learned from one year of running? That I still have lots to learn. I have yet to learn how to run smart.





