Funny that is picture was what Runner’s World choose for Monday inspiration today. I hit a major bump in the road with Running of the Elks on Sunday. My stupidity is still stinging today. But let’s start with Friday…
Friday after work, I hustled up to Elk Grove to pick up my Running of the Elk race packet. Pick up was very organized and I breezed in and out in about 5 minutes. I was hoping that since my last bib number ended in 93 and this bib ended in 93 that I was going to have an awesome race and PR again.
Saturday morning I got up at 5 and my tummy was…off. I had to force some food into myself, shower, dress and drive the 15 minutes to the race start. I got there early enough that I was able to part pretty close.
The race had a really nice turn out and I chatted up a very sweet couple from Marin that were working on doing 50 halves in 50 states. Impressive. I’ve never raced out-of-state before.
I found my pace group leader and got ready for the start. But by the time the race started and I reached mile 1, I already knew that I was in trouble. I had no energy at all despite the fact that I had Gu’ed 15 minutes before the start. Usually when I Gu, it’s like putting race fuel in pinto. I’m ready to run. But this time, it was like water in the gas tank.
I can tell you that I made very bad nutrition choices on Saturday and I paid for them during and after the race. I had no energy and felt generally lousy. I deviated from my normal Saturday routine. Normally, I get up at 6, eat toast with peanut butter and run 4 miles. I have a snack after then normal lunch and good dinner with lots of carbs before a race. But this Saturday I did none of that and ate junk food all day. Note to self; you should already know this but when you eat like crap you feel like crap. Duh.
I officially retired my Saucony Ride 6’s after Modesto. They had close to 400 miles on them at that point and I felt every one of them during Modesto. Since I’d been doing my long runs in my Mizuno Wave Syonara’s, I stuck with them for this race instead of my Brooks.
My finish was more than 15 minutes off of my desired finish but I did finish. I was completely wiped out. I got my medal and hobbled back to my car, drove home and took a nap. I didn’t stay to enjoy the post race festivities. I didn’t eat anything. I just went home. I felt like walking to my car was too much for me.
Lessons learned:
*Don’t mess with your fuel. Eat what you normally eat, don’t go off the reservation and eat a bunch of junk food if that’s not what you normally eat during training.
*Stick to your plan, if you normally run a four mile the day before your long run, do that on race weekend too.
*Try to keep your head in the game. Don’t have a serious conversation with your mom about heavy stuff while you’re waiting for the race to start. That shit will mess with your head.
*Stay positive.
What was your worst race ever run?
What are your lessons did you learn from it?