Race Report (warning long-winded):
Can I just start by saying that having Geo and RM for company was just great?!?!
And eksmom and Balancin1 - we missed you, but thought about you both.
Also, against my fears, I managed to finish 13.1 miles! (And stay upright for quite a while after!)
My race report starts Thursday night. I'd originally planned to scrub for a scheduled repeat cesarean of one of my clients on Friday morning, round on my inpatients, then sign out to my partner and take off. Thursday morning, I saw one of my term pregnant clients. First baby, 39 1/7 weeks. She mentioned that she'd been having cramping and bloody show all morning. I did a cervical exam at her request - she's 1 cm but 80% effaced. We talk about how maybe she's in early labor, maybe it's just prodromal end of pregnancy stuff. I remind her I'm leaving for Indy at noon on Friday.
In the early afternoon, she showed up to labor and delivery, now having contractions every 3-5 minutes, and more bloody show. A nurse monitored her, had her walk for a couple hours, but she'd had no cervical change by late afternoon, so she went back home again. I was sort of nervous about her at this point, but hoped she'd fizzle out overnight and wait a couple days.
I finished in the office, went to Justin's late baseball game, then rushed around packing and printing out directions and such.
Just before I climbed into bed at 11 pm, the phone rings. It's labor and delivery. Yep, she's back. And now she's contracting every 2 minutes, and 3-4 cms dilated and 90% effaced. Looks like we're having a baby, so off to L&D I went.
Turned out to be a lovely labor and lovely birth. They are a very nice couple, who I first met during a miscarriage which was their only other pregnancy. It was very satisfying to receive into my hands their lovely red headed baby boy and pass him to his ecstatic mother. Unfortunately, it was also 4:50 am Friday morning. By the time I helped her nurse the babe, and made it home into bed it was 5:45 am. I intended to sleep an hour and make it back for my scheduled cesarean - but overslept by a little bit. By the time I rushed around getting my kids out the door and made it to the hospital, my OB backup had started without me, and I arrived about 1 minute after the new baby. I finished up at the hospital, and was back home by 10:30 am, now thinking there was no way I was up to the drive at this point. I slept for 2 hours first, then left for Indy.
By Friday night I was really exhausted, and wondering how I was going to run 13+ miles for the very first time. Having supper with Geo and RM cheered me up considerably, as did enjoying Geo's little guy's company. Finally, we crashed around 10:45 pm Indy time.
I got up at 5:40 am and ate a powerbar for breakfast, and laid in bed a while longer. Finally, I got dressed and went downstairs to meet RM. She needed to give Geo some stuff to hold for her, so we went back up to my room, which was good, since it turned out I'd forgotten the darn chip of all things!
RM and I walked down to the corral area, and said our goodbyes. She was starting way up in corral C, and I was going to start with my good friend from residency Mike and his BIL Brian way back in corral R. I worried for quite a while standing around in R by myself, but finally my friend and BIL showed up. I was really, really nervous at this point, and my stomach was letting me know it. I wondered for a bit if I was going to have to find a potty before I started, but finally my tummy started to settle down. Normally, my friend is faster than I, but hadn't been training as much and we all planned to run together as long as we could. Turned out having the company was really helpful. We heard the National Anthem, and but couldn't hear the start, although we assumed after a while it must have happened. Finally, we started walking (35,000 people is a lot to get across a start line!)
We figured it was almost 20 minutes before we crossed the start. I hit my watch, wanting to be able to keep track of my times, but somewhere just after the first mile, it must have bumped my wrist and turned off. The first mile was slow - almost 12 minutes, but soon we settled into more of a groove and it got a little less crowded. Having never run such a big race, I was surprised by how many people there were - it was fairly crowded all the way through the race, even back at my pace range.
The first 3 miles were really fun - lots of bands and groups cheering, the runners were all happy and excited, Mike and I and Brian chatted the whole time, and I got to know Brian who'd I'd only met briefly before. The first 3 miles were slow - 34+ minutes, but I felt absolutely great as I crossed the first 5K mark. I commented to the guys that I now only had to run as far as I'd run before to get to the finish. (My lifetime longest run was 10.5 miles, the longest training run I managed during the half training.)
The next couple miles felt good, too, and all three of us were still up beat and chatting a fair amount. At mile 5, we were at 53:53 according to my chip time. We lost Brian for a bit since he stopped at a portapotty. At around mile 6, we entered the Indianapolis Speedway. Not knowing a thing about racing and never having been there, I was surprised at how huge the place was. It was a little disheartening to see them interviewing finishers on the big screens in the speedway while we were passing the halfway point! Mike and I stopped to pee at this point, also. I probably would have made it fine without stopping, but didn't want to lose him and their was no line, so I figured I might as well be safe than sorry. I didn't quite anticipate how hard it would be to pull up my running shorts while soaking wet with sweat! I had a moment's thought that I was going to have to run the rest of the race with my shorts half way up my butt, when I managed to wiggle back into them. Besides the first mile, this was our slowest mile, at 11:30 or so including the potty break.
The miles on the speedway seemed to zoom past (pun intended) and passing mile 8 I felt much better than I had on any training run of that distance. Mile 8 was one of my fastest at 9:58. At mile 9 I was still feeling good, and mile 10 was the fastest of the whole race at 9:56. When I passed the mile 10 marker, with the farthest I've ever run looming, I still felt great and was feeling pretty confident. Mile 11 was 10:03, and right around the mile 11 marker, I ran out of my training. I walked a water stop, and had a heck of a time getting going. Mike had dropped back around 10.5 miles, and Brian and I were still together. He dropped back with me as I walked and I told him I was in uncharted territory and not sure if I was going to make it. He walked with me, and I told him he didn't have to wait with me, but he said we were going to finish and he'd stay with me. I only walked 100 strides, but it felt like forever, and then I managed to start again.
At the mile 12 marker, my legs were stiff and I was sucking wind pretty hard. I was wearing my shirt that I made for Griffin's 5K, which also has my friend Anne's name on it (she's my friend who died of cancer in Sept.) I started thinking about all Patti made it through last year, and how strong and courageous my friend Anne was, and I tried not to think about my lungs or my legs. I thought about my lady who birthed her baby after being up all night, and how hard she'd worked to push him out after being so exhausted. After mile 12 there were markers at 3/4 mile to go, 1/2, and then 1/4 mile to go. It wasn't until the last 1/4 mile that I was sure I'd finish. Ran the last 0.1 mile in 52 seconds - just under 9 minute mile pace! Somehow, I managed to walk through the finish area, and a nice lady lifted my foot up for me and cut off my chip. My official time was 2:18:59. 10:37 minute/mile pace - and we ran a negative split - faster the second half than the first. Not as fast as I once imagined I'd be able to run it, but I was so proud of myself for finishing, especially after my training got so screwed up by losing my treadmill. Brian crossed the finish line with me - and I made him come get a finish photo taken with me. Even though I barely know him, I was so grateful for his company and support and felt like I'd not have made it without that support.
So if your still reading, that was my rookie half marathon! At mile 12 I promised myself I'd never have to do this again - but it must be like childbirth or something because by the time I had that medal around my neck and walked out of the finish area, I was thinking how I could train better for another time!
I'm not running until Tuesday, I think - and that'll depend on how I feel by then. I don't work until Tuesday now either, unless another baby decides to come!
reb - I'm glad you were able to run your 12 for your girls.
jo - So sorry about your kitty.
Balancin1 - let me know your goals so I can start cheering you on! I'm still thinking about my plans now that the half is over. We still have to plan a run, though!