Wednesday, October 14, 2015
The 2015 Chicago Marathon is over and I didn't do well at all. I had to bail at 18 miles and take a DNF, my first, and it sucks. My cold or whatever had started to come back on Friday and Bossdear told me to just stay home, but of course I couldn't do that. Not after all the money I spent and the training I put in. But I probably should have listened to her. I was pretty much done at mile 9. I struggled along for a while, and even had a pretty good split at mile 14, but that was my last hurrah. I was simply going through the motions after that, and when the 5:30 pace group passed me and I couldn't even begin to keep up, I just pulled the plug at the aid station at 18. I really didn't think I could fake it for another 8 miles. Walking was just okay and any kind of jog was making me feel a bit lightheaded. Oh well. Rest up and on to the next race. Still a big bummer.
I had an episode with my blood pressure a couple of weeks before and ended up staying overnight at the hospital Monday night-Tuesday. Stress test and EKG showed my heart was fine and everything was working the way it should, I just have spiky blood pressure, it goes up and down. The cardiologist gave me the okay to continue training and run the marathon. Saw my regular doc on Friday, he gave me a look over, reviewed all the test results and also gave me the go ahead. I think I may have picked up a bug at the docs office because I started to get cold/flu symptoms soon after my visit. That put me out for a couple of days, and it seems I passed it on to Bossdear, so she’s been feeling nasty too. I was okay midweek before the marathon, but when I went to the race Expo on Friday, I realized just walking around the expo was kind of wearing me out. I felt okay Sunday morning. Not 100%, but okay. And the first few miles were not too bad, but by mile 9, I knew it was going to be a struggle. Even at 18, if it hadn’t been for the lightheaded feeling, I would have struggled on, but at the time, it seemed like a good idea to just stop. Of course, now after the fact, I’ve spend the past couple of days second guessing myself. I did learn that not finishing is far worse than suffering to the end, no matter if the decision is prudent at the time. It’s real downer, but I need to just chalk it up and move on.
I've already signed up for a 5 mile race in November. I've never done a 5 miler before, so guaranteed PR.