Yup That is how cold I was!!! |
I kinda waited till last minute to sign up for this race and when I finally
did, surprise, none of my friends wanted to do it with me….so this was yet
another lone race in 2013. It seems to be becoming a trend!
I was there nice and early so I didn’t have to worry about
parking and called my mum at 5 am to bother her to keep me company since no one
else was awake and anyone besides her would have just hung up on me and ignored
me when I called back. LOL
But seriously, it must have been the coldest it has EVER
been in Florida in February! OMG I was already frozen before the race even
started. Everyone was huddled around and dressed in “Floridian winter running apparel”.
All I had was a pair of long SKIN pants and a little sleeveless jacket on and I
didn’t take the jacket off the entire race. People were walking around with
plastic trash bags on trying to keep out the blistering cold, maybe for you
folks up north high 30’s is nothing…laughable, but for us poor tropical people,
that is just rude weather!
Once the race started, I though, foolishly that it would
warm up…haha, I was stupid wrong. As soon as we got to A1A the wind and sand
whipping off the ocean made it even colder! I wanted to die, I couldn’t feel my
noes by the time I hit the 3rd mile marker, but I think the cold
made me run faster.
The race went up and down A1A and also around Huge Taylor
Park, which was really nice. But when we hit mile 4…I had to pee. I have never
had to pee in a race before and I am SO not a big fan of porter potty’s. They
are filthy and disgusting, so I figured I would just go ahead and hold it….and
I did…until I got to mile 8. That is right, I held it for 4 MILES, but I couldn’t
hold it any more and I started looking for a potty that I could just run into
really quickly and then run out, but for the next mile, EVERY single porter
potty I passed had a line outside of it. I think the cold made everyone have to
pee! It was horrible, so I am running along, making GREAT timing BTW and
finally just after mile 9 I see a free porter potty and I DIVE into it. I must
have taken the longest pee on record. I am squatting over the disease infested
hole, praying to god that nothing gross is living in there and hoping nothing
splashes back up onto my precious behind. As I squat I stare at my watch…and
watch the seconds…and then MINUTES tick by as I continue to pee. WTH right, who
pees that long? Apparently this girl! I peed for just over 2 minutes and all I
am thinking during that time, besides oh god I hope nothing gets on my ass, is
damn it dame it, I was making such good time! CRAP! How I am going to pick it
up and finish strong!
Well with an empty bladder I came barreling out of the
craproom and picked up the pace. Thanks to the frozen ocean wind whipping my
face and the inability to feel the pain in my feet because they officially went
numb around mile 7, I managed to pound it out and finished much better than I
expected! I broke my half marathon record and came in with a
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