Cowtown is clearly a half marathon race. There were tables and tables of half marathon bibs. Just one table of marathon bibs and here is the sad little table of ultra bibs. 361 registered. Much higher than last year though!
A volunteer came alongside me and said, "Sweetie, are you running the half?" Heh. Confirming that I am indeed running the 50K, he then proceeded to say, "It's a really tough course. And you know it's supposed to be hot tomorrow." Um, thanks. I don't think encouragement is his love language.
Several frunners have questioned why I'd run a 50K just a month before my spring A Race. Let's be clear, this was a training run. No racing! My plan was to keep my pace above a 10 min mile and walk up any appreciable hills. (there were a lot) Also wanting to try out some fueling options, I had a Camelbak full of food.
After an hours one and two I had powdered donuts. At around 60 calories each it's a much more efficient way to take in calories than Shot Bloks. Plus, yummier. And for some reason, my tummy doesn't approve of Shot Bloks, Honey Stingers or Gu anymore.
Who says hot pink and burnt orange don't "go"?
Mile 18 (hour 3) brought pizza!
I was lucky enough to spot frunners at miles 9 and 20. Lucky enough to run the first 11 miles with Hot Latina. I won't bore you with the dog details (you know that's what I focus on) except to say that in Trinity Park I spotted a white, fluffy dog SO big, I'm preeeettyty sure he was actually an adolescent polar bear. I was tempted to go off course to check it out. Missed opportunities.
Gretchen met me at mile 25 and kept me company on the long, lonely stretch where the ultra breaks off from the marathon. It was like running down memory lane of Barffest 2011. But I was so glad to have her - she's a rockstar for keeping that snail's pace with me. It's HARD on your body to run below your natural pace. Gretch, you name the race and I'm there to pace you!
There were a few tense moments where my stomach decided that maybe hurling would be a good idea. I just couldn't take in any food and with all the water (and flat coke aka rocket fuel) sloshing around...quel storm. Also, they moved the finish line and I almost fell apart when I realized it wasn't where I expected it to be. Round the corner expecting balloons and...nothing. Hey, I'd just run 31 miles, I was ready to stop. Eventually I did finish and even though I def took it slow, managed a 14 minute PR. So yea! I wanted to end this racing season on a positive note and I did. And just to show you what a cotton headed ninnymuggins I was today, and not my usual Type A racing self:
Things I said today in large groups. Loudly.
"Let's get to peeing people. We've all got a race to run." The porta potty line was OOC and with the race starting in just minutes, no one seemed to be in a hurry to eliminate and go. What can I say, I'm a motivator.
"I've gotta pocket, gotta pocket full of sunshine." When I turned my music on after I left Hot Latina at mile 11, I *may* have started singing out loud. And waving my arms, pointing at other runners. "Take me awaaaay..."
"I like em meaty!" We came upon two very, uh,
It was a great day to be a runner! The sun shone down, a gentle breeze blew and at mile 16 I was grateful not to be racing a marathon but instead running a 50K. And I said out loud, to no one in particular, "I'm so thankful I'm here today!"
You should totes be jelly of my awesome tan lines from today too. Where my K tape and my compression sleeves were is white. My ankles and thighs are nice and tan. The janky tan lines begin.
I love running the 50K distance but I see bigger mileage in my future. What's the furthest you've ever (wanted) to run?