If anyone ever asks me why I love running I will tell them “because it feels like I’m flying”. Not necessarily flying fast, and not necessarily flying pain-free, but flying with no burdens, no responsibilities, and no boundaries.
This Sunday, I ran my second half-marathon and although the circumstances weren’t ideal, I’ve got nothing to complain about.
The loot. I bought headband to cover my ears because wind hurts my eardrums. Note: I’ve blurred my bib number in this photo (and all upcoming photos) because I am paranoid about stalkers finding out my last name.
The Wind: The route was along the waterfront which didn’t offer any shelter from the gusting winds (the morning forecasted winds gusting 40-60 km/hr). Applying my physics knowledge to real life, I’m pretty sure wind is going to affect smaller people more then larger people. If only it had been a tailwind rather than an opposing wind!
The Nerves: My stomach was tied in knots from a mix of excitement and anticipation. I wasn’t as nervous for my first half marathon because my goal had only been to finish it. This time I had a real goal of 1:45h, and a cloud nine goal of 1:39h.
The Stitch: About half way through my lower abdomen and back started to really cramp up, and slowly made it’s way to a stitch in my side which lasted the entire second half. I wouldn’t let it slow me down until it got unbearable the last three miles. The only time I didn’t feel it was the last kilometre, but honestly can anyone really feel anything the last kilometre? I’m in the purple top and black shorts.
Despite the non-ideal circumstance I still made my real goal, and came in 29/562 for my category.
I shaved just over 15 minutes from from my first half-marathon time exactly 5 months and 1 day ago. That is something to be excited about, because honestly improvement is what I strive for.
I keep kicking myself over the fact that if I had been 3 seconds faster I would have been 27th in my category, but honestly that is just my uber-competitive nature setting in. I’m proud of my self and refuse to let competitive-me let happy-me down.
Are you a competitive person? If you run, why do you like running? How do you deal with stitches/cramps when running?