Rob & I took off on a holiday to an island in McGregor Bay this week. No phone, no internet, no cable. The perfect escape.
Of course, what would a holiday be without a half marathon thrown into the mix?
We left our island paradise for a few days to run the Friendly Massey Half.
Rob & I both had goals for the race:
Rob: Run a 1:18 (not a PB but an honest idea of fitness)
Me: Get to the finish without peeing my pants
Rob did his 1:18.
I finished without peeing my pants.
OK, I’m not being entirely honest (not about the pee thing, about the goal thing). I’ve never done a race without some sort of time-goal. I may be pregnant, but I’m still me!
Adjusting for extra adipose tissue, front-heavy balance issues, increased wind displacement due to larger body mass, pumping >20% of extra blood through my heart (and cankles), and the little Bun inside me who needs oxygen too, I thought a casual 1:45 would be my goal.
But I didn’t account for the pee-factor.
I walked every aid station to actually swallow the sticky liquid in those cups. Usually, I wear most of that sticky liquid as I run past.
6am start + cool morning + staying hydrated = frequent, URGENT potty-stops.
Five times I stopped. 4 times in a proper port-a-loo and 1 time beside a beat up old pick up truck at the edge of a bush full of mosquitoes.
It got so bad that one man who I was repeatedly passing after every loo-break told me that if I could stay out of the toilets I might win the darn thing. I told him to have a conversation with the baby who was running a half marathon on my bladder.
Finish time: 1:49...with my dignity in tact.
2 comments:
Well done!
I thought all that stopping and starting was called interval training??? Isn't that a good thing??? Your baby is apparently a fitness coach as well : )
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