Where to begin? I guess I’ll start with last week. After my last longish run on Saturday the 4th, I decided to take several days off of running and focus on healing my hip. I think I did everything I could think of to get relief. I stopped running, I iced like mad, sometimes I used a heating pad, stretched, foam rolled, epson salt baths, meditation, NSAIDS, doctor visits, 3 massages, chiropractic care, e-stim, ultrasound, iontophoresis. I think that about covers it. I had little to no relief at all. I kept telling myself that it was getting better, and come race day it would be just fine. Positive thinking or just fooling myself? I did break down about 7 times (maybe more) last week. I am emotional enough the last week of taper. Adding injury to the flame just made it burn even hotter.
Saturday I was a nervous wreck. I think it was the most nervous I have ever been before a race. I had a really hard time settling down, but come race morning I felt a lot better. Gary and I met the girls at their hotel and we walked together to the race start. It was about a mile and a half, and and it helped to warm up my already sore and stiff hip. We met Jeannie at the gear check, and headed off to our corral. I have to admit, the seeded corral was really nice. The one and only complaint I have ever heard about Chicago is that it is too crowded, but although there were 45,000 people signed up for the race I never felt like I was being held back, and couldn’t run. I was grateful for that.
Jill, Amy, Kristin, Jeannie and I all started the race together. Amy and Kristin were off together from the start and I never saw them again. Jill found her stride around mile 3 and I kept seeing her look back for me, but I knew she was going to have the race of her life and I didn’t want to be the one to hold her back. That was the last I saw of Jill. It was a little difficult to see her go because we honestly did probably 95% of our quality runs side by side. We even finished the Lake City Half Marathon side by side! I wasn’t at all upset that she was beating me, but weeks ago before this injury, I had always had this rose colored image of us running together laughing and or complaining as we always did. Then of course. crossing the finish line both having qualified for Boston. Doesn’t that sound nice?
Jeannie and I ran together through around mile 7. We were exactly on pace as we crossed the 10k mark, but I was thinking that it didn’t feel as easy as I thought it should have. In an instant Jeannie was gone. I tried to keep positive and told myself that I was running the Chicago Marathon! Have fun! So for one mile I took it all in. The crowd, the runners, the town, everything. It really is an amazing race. Too bad my enjoyment only lasted one mile…My hip was hurting. I’d felt it starting around mile 2. I just wasn’t happy. I scanned the crowds so hard looking for Gary, but I never saw him. I told myself as soon as I see Gary or my dad I will just stop. I wasn’t going to make 3:40, and I really didn’t care to have another 4:00 marathon under my belt. I never did see Gary and when I got past halfway I was too nervous to stop because I didn’t really know where I was. I did however see my friend Chris twice! It was so unbelievably great to see him and his awesome homemade sign. I was so grateful the second time I saw him that I stopped to give him a hug. Thanks, Chris!
I tried to stay positive throughout the race, but it was hard to do. I kept telling myself that if I ran faster the pain would be over sooner. I got swept up by the 3:45 pace group, then the 3:50 pace group. It’s not really a good feeling. It got hot, I found out later it reached 84 degrees at 11am. I really don’t think much compares to the pain of a marathon. I kept asking myself why do I put myself through this? It hurts so freakin bad! I’m not just talking the hip either. Maybe I am just doing it wrong.
I somehow got to mile 26 and at last saw Gary and my dad at the finish line. I squeaked in just under 4:00. I made it through half of the finishers area when I heard, “Nikki!” It was the girls. I was so anxious to hear how they did. Jill was beaming, and for good reason. She ran an incredible 3:38! What a rock star, she did have the race of her life…so far! Amy went 3:41 just above BQ, but no worries since she already qualified at Louisville. That girl has oodles of potential. Kristin went 3:45, but, was battling some pretty rotten patellar tendinitis for the past few weeks. She hadn’t run all week either, and under the circumstances did an exceptional job. K, our day will come. I promise! Or maybe we can just be half marathoners… ;) AND Jeannie went 3:40! I always knew she had it in her. I’m so proud of those girls!
After a few pictures, Gary, Dad and I started the long walk back to the car. The girls were going for pizza. What?!? I think I’m going to vomit, no thanks on the pizza. What is with me and nausea after races? I spent 15 minutes parked over a trash can on Michigan Ave. on our way back to the car. At least it wasn’t like Phoenix this time, just some dry heaves.
So I was 20 minutes over my goal time. Am I disappointed? I think I may have gotten out all of my disappointment last week. I think all of my overactive emotions were due to the fact that in the back of my mind I knew the race was not going to be what I knew it could be. 20 weeks of long runs and incredibly tough speedwork in the hottest months of summer for what? For nothing? I’m choosing not to think so. The marathon isn’t just about running 26.2 miles. Most of it is how you get there. Yes, it is a great feeling to cross the finish line and it is incredibly satisfying to reach a time goal, but there is so much more to it than that. It’s running with friends, pushing each other to places we never thought we could go, having someone to complain about the pain to, and that great feeling of running 40 minutes at a 7:30 pace in 70 degree weather with 95% humidity. I am not going to let October 12th, 2008 get me down because I didn’t make 3:40, when I made 100% of my training runs starting on May 27th. (well besides the last week!) That’s 108 workouts and we ran each of them with purpose and precision. Sure I’m still a little disappointed, but I know I’ve put in the hard work and someday I will reap the benefits.
