He caught me and pace was bad (11:30ish), but that's life. Next mile I had to Gu (and that makes me slow) and we had a big uphill. So, better, but not great. ~10:45. Still, it's now mile 8 and we're ahead by 1:40. Ave pace about 10:35. :O Scott had set that as an evaluation point. We were doing awesome and on the prettiest part of the course. Bike path through the woods, next to the river.
Right about then a girl passed us. We chatted with her a bit and she moved on. Then, she was at the side of the road with a calf cramp. She said she was ok. Mile 9 was back to about 10:25. Woo hoo!!!! Just before 10 there was a spot in the path where roots had pushed up the asphalt. I saw it and thought I stepped over. Obviously, my legs and brain were no longer in sync, as I hit. Thought I'd caught myself but then just flew. Don't know how that happened but Scott saw it too. All I could think as I was going down was how I dreaded hitting and wondered how a WISH friend has taken a fall like this and finished a full. I landed with a whoosh as al the air left my lungs. I was telling Scott I'd be ok as soon as I could breathe again. The girl we had talked to made sure I was ok. Scott made me get up right away. Good thing, as I may have laid there and wallowed forever. A guy offered me Advil. Another woman asked if I was ok and what happened, as I was walking and trying to breathe again. I told her and she told me I have to pick my feet up. (Did I mention I thought I had? Thought that was a bit snotty.)
So, after I was almost back to breathing normal, I made myself run. I had a bad mile, obviously, and was really bummed. My left knee hurt and, the heels of my hand hurt. I just kept thinking how my WISH friend always gets back. Then, just after I start up again, there are some inspirational signs from the store where I bought my fun new shirt at the expo. Very cool.
So, I turn the corner and theres an overpass we go under. They have huge speakers under it that just start booming. What? Rocky! OMG. I know that was put there for me. I start flying. The girl who sold me my shirt is high 5-ing me before the over pass. I was careful not to use my whole hand but that was too cool. We had an uphill I was dreading, but lots of fans. All I could think was that I was gonna' try to get back on track for my friends who don't give up.
So, I'm flying. Get up the hill and pace was coming back. Pass the guy who offered me Advil and he was so kind. Very happy to see that I was doing ok. Small downhill then up again and I was back to 10:15 for the half mile (10 to 10.5, I think). So, Scott looks at me and reminded me that we PR'd our 1st marathon when I fell. He's now telling me that next time I start running poorly, he's going to push me down. Nice. lol.
I just kept picking up steam from there, even though I was getting tired. I was back to low 10s for the last mile. About a block before the finish, the Penguin Brigade catches us. I was afraid that meant I was slow, but knew they had to be fast. Then a couple people pass and tell the others to come up (in front of us). She says theyll slow down when the others get up there. Grrr
So, theres now a line of 4 that have passed me and slowed down right before the finish. How rude!!!! So, I put on the gas. Don tick me off when Ive been through what I have, but it hurts me to have an angry attitude towards Penguins, even though it was just a pace group and was not sanctioned by the Penguin or anything.
So, low 9s for the last 0.2. :O :O Forgive me for being vain, but I am so proud of myself for not using it as an excuse to give up. That would be my style. I think it's one of my biggest personal victories, as well as smashing the heck out of my PR.
Garmin: 2:19, 10:30 pace. OMG
Chip: 2:19:10, 10:35.5 pace. Not as good, but still blew away my PR pace by almost 15 sec and my dream pace by almost 10!!!
Monday was rough, as I was feeling the brunt of my fall, btu much better now. My knee only hurts to touch. It run fine!
