Let's just get the important stuff out of the way first, that way those of you who aren't interested in the story can get on with your lives...
Finish time: 5:56:46 (ahead of 28 other finishers)
Avg. pace: 13:38/mile and, yes, I did walk the whole entire way.
I hit all of my goals as stated in my previous post. And now I can put The Marathon to rest. I am so totally over the distance. If you were ever hoping to do one with me, sorry...you are SOL. This was my 26.2 swan song.
Now for the story...
If you're new here you might not know that I had a hip replacement about one year ago. Prior to that, I was a runner. Back in 2012 when I didn't know my acetabulum was a flattened English muffin instead of a smooth and lovely round ball, I very nearly entered the Avenue of the Giants Marathon...because it was on my birthday. Instead I entered the Eugene Marathon because #peerpressure is a powerful force (especially if you're a running mommy blogger). Also, I had heard the Avenue course is on a significantly cambered road, which made my hip hurt just thinking about it. My hip ended up hurting too much to train for much of anything that year.
Then last summer I visited the Avenue of the Giants and fell in love. As I had a new hip, no pain, and was hiking with a vengeance, by the time fall rolled around I had decided that I wanted to walk this marathon that wound its way through the incredible redwoods. My training is roughly outlined in the aforementioned previous post.
The Avenue of the Giants is roughly 4 hours from where I live. I decided to drive up the day before to commune with the redwoods prior to the race, pick up my race packet in a relaxed fashion, and get a slushie...
|Blue raspberry is a little sweet for my tastes, |
but they were out of cherry :(
*side note* if you ever do this race, book your lodging EARLY. There just aren't that many places close to the start/finish and they go FAST...even campsites. I waited until, ohhhh, the week before. Yeah, don't do that. Everything is booked by then...even campsites, and you can't bank on being as lucky as I was and getting something from being twelfth on a waiting list. #nolie
I arrived at the very pleasant Miranda Gardens Resort in the late afternoon, checked in, and then headed to packet pick-up. After a very uneventful picking up of my packet at which I saw Karen but wasn't sure and was too shy to ask, I drove up the first part of the course. I parked and wandered around amongst the trees for a little while. I LOVE THESE TREES. They speak to me.
|Not sure why I like to hike around in the redwoods|
in flipflops...it is seriously asking for trouble.
(evidence of this danger can be seen
in one of the links above)
|Walking (or running) for 26.2 miles through this...|
who wouldn't want to?
When I got back to my lodging, I realized that I had forgotten a foam roller or massage stick AND all of my contact lens stuff. Miranda is a town with a population of, like, 32. The nearest "city" is about a half an hour away. It was 7 o'clock. I could handle grinding into any tight muscles with my thumbs, but the thought of walking ALL DAY in my glasses was super unappealing. Luckily, the lady at the front desk called the gas station market for me, and they had ONE lone bottle of contact lens solution. That and two Dixie cups worked great :)
My pre-race fueling consisted of 3 roasted chicken thighs, a cup of mixed berries, some corn chips, and a cup of sunflower seed butter and chocolate chips. This was pretty close to my during race fueling, too. I realize my fueling plan is rather unorthodox, but I have food issues.
The race was set to start at 7:45 the next morning. I went to bed around 10 and fell asleep easily and slept well. The inn has very comfy beds. I awoke at 5:30 feeling rested and refreshed and ready to go. My
fanny pack lumbar pack was packed and ready to go. My pre-race prep went off without a hitch. I left on time and was early to the start, probably because I left my kids at home.
It was all quite efficient and easy, getting parked and to the start line. I tried to scope out any other walkers but couldn't. I stayed off to the side and toward the back of the start area, hoping to hook up with some walking buddies and to keep out of the way of the runners. It was quite cool and foggy, but I had a feeling the day would warm up.
The race began.
Everyone started running. Everyone.
I'm totally NOT kidding.
|It's blurry because I'm walking really fucking fast.|
And because I'm pretty far away from the people so it's zoomed in.
I think this picture below was taken at the exact moment I thought that.
|Just out for a chill Sunday stroll BY MYSELF|
with a number pinned to my chest because
I thought it would look cool.
You can see the late person running behind me.
|This guy was smooooooth. And more than twice as fast as I was.|
I was stoked to take a bunch of pictures. If you're going to take pictures in a marathon, this is the one to do it. I'd been having trouble with my phone holding a charge for oh, about the last year, so I turned it off at about 6 miles in. Things got ultra gorgeous around the 8-mile mark so I pulled it out and snapped this and...yep...my phone up and died. Little spinning wheel. Empty battery icon. PLUG ME IN! icon. So here's the last photo I was able to take...
|This lady was super nice.|
She was from Utah, and this was her first marathon.
She'd just lost 80 lbs in the last year.
We played leapfrog, too.
As I had no more photography diversions, I had to focus entirely on the road ahead. I guess that was good. Even as a walker, I am too competitive. I mean, really, NO ONE CARES. But still I felt compelled to catch people and pass them FOR GOOD.
I crossed the half in something like 2:55. I started to feel like shit around 18. My non-surgical hip was getting cranky. My knee wasn't happy. My heel was burning. I blame the tilted road...and my probably-too-fast-for-me pace. At the 20, a man I'd passed right before the halfway mark caught up to me again. Fuuuuuuuuuck.... was all I could think. But he was cool. He gave me some racewalking stylistic pointers and said if we could keep a 15-minute/mile pace, we'd break 6 hours. This was welcome news because I had not a shred of an idea how long I'd been walking or what my pace actually was...average or current. Remember: my phone had died. (And my Garmin had never connected with any satellites). They don't have any clocks on the course. I was just an oblivious walking machine. He and I walked together for about 2 miles. Then I dusted him.
By 23 I surpassed my personal distance walking record and felt it. Yep. Done. So over the event at that moment. WHEN WILL THIS END? 45 minutes, I told myself. Less than 45 minutes. Power on.
Mile 24...Less than half an hour. You got this. Keep moving the legs...pick up the feet. I've got to say it felt really weird to be thinking of miles in 15-minute increments because it sounds interminable.
Suddenly I was in the last mile. Look at me smiling. I am so fucking glad it's almost over. My legs were fried. And I started thinking What do I do when I'm done? It's not like I can walk it out as if I'd run this damn thing. But stopping moving will probably lead to my legs seizing. GODTHEYHURT. What in the hell do I do?
And then it was over.
Some lady sprinted to pass me at the finish line. I started laughing. And when all was said and done, I had a better chip time anyway so whatever. I stumbled around for a few minutes and then spied some massage tables. And massage people giving massages. STILL! I think I was the last person to get a mini-massage...which I extra needed because I then crawled into my car and drove myself four hours home.
And of course on the way home I got another slushie...
|They had RED!|
I got a medal with a squirrel on it and this cool shirt...
|My 6-year old stole the medal and has hidden it |
so no pictures, sorry. But I do like this shirt.
And I am putting the marathon behind me.
And now I'm going to focus on rowing.
I should probably start another blog.
What's your favorite post-race treat?
–I wish I could get a slushie every time.
Ever eat three chicken thighs during a race before?
How many blogs have you started?
–I think 4 or 5.
Do you steal race photos to use on your blog?
Have you been losing sleep wondering when I was going to post this race recap?
well done and thank you for sharing with us, a great story...
Love to pictures, is that really you? I don't doubt you did the race, but we've never seen your face before!
Now if you do decide you need a new blog (MILFROWER)
OK let me answer your questions
Post race I love beer, but red wine is also great!
never eaten much in a race.
I only have one blog
and most of my pictures from paces are found on facebook
I look at your blog every day hoping for a new post! while I only post weekly!
Oh and a trick to make you phone last longer, put it on flight mode!ReplyDelete
I am so impressed. What I always find amazing is how people can run slower than I walk. I read once that it's better for the body to fast walk than to slow jog.ReplyDelete
Congrats on probably one of the most impressive marathon reports I've ever read!
Oh thank heavens for the recap! Dang I wish I'd done this with you. Except I could never walk that freaking far. That is one beauteous place. Yes to the slushie!ReplyDelete
I like anything greasy after a race. Pizza. Burgers. That totally hits the spot. I've only started one blog, and I'm sure I will take the race pictures and use them. That race looks beautiful! I'm adding it to my bucket list!ReplyDelete
Excellent report, beautiful scenery, and I'm glad you included pre-race stuff too -- that kind of info/insight is often just as interesting as the race! Sorry you're done with marathons, but look at you walking one so fast!ReplyDelete
Congrats!!! Glad to hear you made it through unscathed and had a good time (y'know, for a marathon). :)ReplyDelete
That is an awesome time! I find some days I walk faster then I run. Especially when I'm going uphill.ReplyDelete
Didn't you know...all Utahns are awesome!
My first marathon is Saturday....eeeeek....I'm running it. Still scared.
Well done. That's a speedy walk pace!ReplyDelete
Yayyyyy! Thanks for the good read. You are one helluva fast walker. Way to go after a goal and nail it on your first try!ReplyDelete
Ah, I randomly clicked on my blog tonight and scrolled down quickly and saw this in my blog roll (which I haven't looked at in months) and so glad I did. This was a good read!! And you have me wanting to put this one on my list...the redwoods...ah, such beauty!! You had me laughing in this post when you mentioned your reaction to thinking you were the only one walking... hahah, and the picture to go with it. Love that you did this!!ReplyDelete
WHOA you are a fast walker! Damn! And as always, thanks for the fun read!ReplyDelete
BTW I would TOTALLY read a blog about rowing. MILFRower.com, perhaps? I mean, I would miss your snark aimed at HLBs/running blogs, but I would also enjoy the shit out of reading about rowing.
I am HELLA impressed that you walked a marathon faster than I ran my first marathon. By like 15 minutes. NICE job! It looks so beautiful there - every time I read Karen's blog, I want to GO THERE NOW. Someday...ReplyDelete
Congrats on the marathon finish! I could never walk that fast... or for that long. Your stamina for boredom deserves a huge f-ing trophy (and perhaps 10 roast chickens and a dozen slushies).ReplyDelete
First. CONGRATS. I like those race pics...niiiice legs Milfy! OMG this would be a perfect race for my BDAY next year. wowsers. SO gORGOUS! I want these trees to speak to me. My fav post-race treat? mmm i do like choc milk. OR choc almond milk. About an hour past race - I do love a Cider! Have been known to chow down eggs bennie after a halfmara.ReplyDelete
I do love chicken thighs! Never had em during a race - but can see how they might be just the treat! How many blogs have I started? Millions of blog posts. Only one blog....
AND i rarely buy race pics bu ALWAYS use em on my blog. ha!
ANd that shirt is awesome too!!ReplyDelete
of course now I have googled next year's date - May 1st. oooh. so awesome. Also. i have a craving for chicken now. :-P gimme ALL the thighs!ReplyDelete