I was excited when I registered for this race. I made my reservation and I trained with friends who are training for a marathon. Some of which will be running their first. As race day approached, I felt ready for it.
Later that evening, I went to the high carb buffet they had for the runners and I filled up on salad and 2 rolls. I walked around the exposure again, I purchased a medal rack and Black Girls Run T-shirt. I went up to my room to get my gear ready and relax.
The alarm went off at 4:45. I got up, showered and got dressed. I packed a banana and peanut butter for the 30 minute ride to the race. As I was eating my peanut butter, I look up and saw a sign on the bus that read “Peanut Free Zone” D’oh! It was already too late. I wish the bus driver had notified us. Peanut butter is a running staple. I told the bus drive r as I departed and he assured me that it was ok and the buses were going to thoroughly cleaned.
The start of the race was about a mile or two from the shuttle drop-off. As I trekked through the gravel and grass I felt more and more excited. I was ready to get going. The music was playing and we were dancing and chatting with other runners.
There were 3 waves, I was in Wave One. I lined up in my wave. I was ready to go. I had never run this race before so I did not know what to expect. The emcee says, “Once you pass the hill at mile 3, it’s smooth sailing. The rest of the hills are rolling hills.” I am not a fan of hills and I was happy about the warning.
The horn blares and I am off. I had my Nike running app on and my music I was about a half mile in and pulled out my earbuds. They were distracting to me. I was just listening to my feet hit the pavement, focusing on my breathing and muffled sounds of those chatting around me. That was all I needed.
Those were easy miles. I was finding my pace. I started hitting my stride and the hill came into play. I pumped my arms and I made it up. I found my breath again and I was right back into it.
Miles 4 – 6
The miles were coming a little easier. My stride was where I wanted it to be. There was another hill. I slowed it down, pumped my arms and made it. Those hills were killing me. My breathing started to be a little irregular. I slowed down, told myself to relax and caught my breath. Whew!
Miles 7 – 9
I felt pretty good, I was chatting with another runner. She told me she loved my tights. We started talking about running gear. Mile 8 was a disaster for me. I had an asthma attack. I had trouble catching my breath. I pulled out my inhaler and took my 2 puffs. I walked until the medicine took effect. I told myself to walk the hills and run the flats for the remainder of the race.
Miles 10 – 13.1
The hills didn’t seem to go away. 11, 12 and a slight hill at the finish were waiting for me. I walked them and ran the rest. I was determined to finish strong and I did. I was rounding the corner for the finish, there were cheerleaders there handing out crowns and boas so I grabbed one of each and threw it on and kept my focus on finishing. I was back on gravel for the final stretch of the race. I dug deep and finished. Once I crossed that line I had my fist in the air. I was done. My time was not a PR. I was upset with myself. I went over the race in my head and quickly forgave myself. I had an asthma attack and finished 9 minutes faster than my race in June.
*photo courtesy of the Run Like A Diva Facebook page.
I have my final half of 2015 in November. I know that I have it in me. My plan is speed and hill training. I know I can do this. I BELIEVE!
I am sore but I would definitely run this race again. Maybe I will see you next year!!
I am trying to teach my boys about giving back to the community and helping those in need. On Mother’s Day, we volunteered at the Delaware Running Festival with Team in Training for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.
We had a really good time. We were at the last water stop and were able to see the finishers cross the line.
Did they want to get up at 7 on a Sunday morning? No. Were they grumpy until they had breakfast? Yes! Once we got to the race, their mood changed. They even asked about running again and want to participate in a 5k with me. Exciting!!
This is the best gift they could ever give me…time spent together doing something good for fellow runners as well as the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.
I hope that your day was filled good one as well.
I slept well. I woke up at 3:30 am excited, nervous and ready to run. I kept telling myself, “You’ve got this! Trust your training and listen to your body. You are stronger than yesterday.” My nerves were calming and I realized I can and WILL do this.
As I approached the start line, the nerves were coming back to the surface. Again, I calmed myself down. I was to meet Black Girls Run on the Art Museum steps (Rocky Stairs) for the group photo. The pep talks by the different members were uplifting and encouraging.
I lined up in the blue chorale. Since it was my first marathon, I registered with the slowest time. I decided not to run without music or a partner because I wanted to experience the race without the distraction, alone with my thoughts and one with myself.
I approached the start and the nerves turned into excitement. I was off! I started slow because I wanted to be able to finish strong and running.
Miles 1 – 8
I was taking in the sights, sounds and people. I was feeling good and the crowd was cheering for everyone. I heard a few cheers for me “Go Francine! Looking strong Francine!” Then I heard a cheer I was not expecting “Go MOM! You can do it! We love you!” It was my boys. They surprised me! My day was made and I had a permanent smile for the rest of the race.
I was still running and feeling good. No issues breathing and I was on pace. I was on a roll. Then I felt s pebble in my shoe. I had to stop to get it out. I was back on pace. A big THANK YOU to the spectator that had Dunkin Donuts. That glazed donut was a needed boost of energy. It was the best donut I have even had!
Miles 17 -20
This was the quiet part of the course. I was alone with my thoughts. My head was clear and I was enjoying myself. I was picking up my pace and then I saw an ambulance go by with someone with an IV and oxygen. I slowed down to make sure I would not have an asthma attack and end up the same way. It was a reality check for me.
Then, I ran into one of my training partners. She was in bad shape. She was crying. I stopped to ask what was wrong. She put a new plan in place and she hadn’t stopped for water until mile 10. She was dehydrated and cramping. I had given her rolaids to help with the cramping. She assured me that she was ok and to keep running.
Miles 20 – 26
This was the toughest part of the course for me. I was mentally drained. Then I heard a voice “hey Francine!” It was my coworker Denise. I was so happy to see her. She was feeling the same way and we vowed to finish the race together. We would run for 2 minutes and walk for a minute. The quiet course became filled with the cheering spectators again. We started to feel that energy again. We got to mile 25 and she said, “We can walk and then pick it back up in 1 minute.” I said, “No, I am going to finish this and finish strong.” I saw the finish line and got a burst of energy. I took off! I wanted to finish. I HAD to finish running and strong.
I could not have done this without the support of my family, friends and Sole Sisters of Black Girls Run. You are ALL amazing. I appreciate and love each and everyone of you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart!
Stay tuned for what I’ve got planned for the rest of the winter.
My intention for this race was to use this as a training run for my marathon and pace myself throughout it. I was hoping for a sub 2:00 time which would have been a PR. I can honestly say I learned a few lessons during the race.
It was cold the morning of the race. Since this race was a Black Girls Run race, all members who registered received a special medal along with their finisher’s medal. I was unable to run it last year due to injury so I was excited to run it this year.
The start kept getting delayed. I was getting frustrated. It was supposed to start 8. They kept saying they were checking the course. Everyone was anxious. We were ready! This is the first time I have been to a race where everyone started at the same time. The half, 5k and 10k all started together. That was odd to me.
It was time for the start! BOOM! The muskets (yes, muskets) sounded the start of the race. I started to run and immediately came to a stop. We had bottlenecked at the start. What was going on? Nothing except the start was overcrowded.
The first hill was immediate. It was a steep incline and the cold air was stinging my lungs. I felt my chest getting tight and I was having shortness of breath. I told myself to calm down, slow down and breathe. I could only take short, shallow breaths not the long ones that I needed. I was getting worried, almost in a panic. My friend looked back and knew something was wrong. She shouted out “are you ok?” I shook my head no because I could not speak.
I started to find my breath and was breathing a little easier. I kept running.
My friend said “we can run the 10k, if you cannot make it to the finish.” I said “no, I am finishing what I signed up for. I am running the half.” She said, “I cannot carry you but I will stick with you through this.” She did and I truly appreciate her.
Miles 6 – 13:
I decided to walk the hills. It was too hard to breathe when I ran them. I decided to take another 2 puffs of my inhaler. I felt some of the tightness release and I was able to run for a mile or 2, walk a quarter and that is how I finished the race. I finished in 2:17.
I was so happy that I was able to run across the finish line. It was one of the toughest races I have ever run! I have exercised induced asthma and have never had an attack like this one during a race. If I use my inhaler before an exercise or race I am usually fine. I pushed through this race by listening to my body. My legs wanted more but my lungs were not able to give it to me.
Cold air triggers a sever reaction, listen to my body and ALWAYS carry my inhaler.