Now that I've evaded death (at least for now) a few thoughts about the marathon. First, I already respected olympians but I have even more respect after today. 5 minute miles for 26 miles is unbelievable. Second, I planned on an 8:45 minute pace for most of the race. That's what I run. So I graciously moved way back in the pack to designated place to be courteous to the faster runners at the start. I'm still pissed about how many fucks were in the way for the first mile. I really wanted to punch a 250 pound lady wearing a tutu. I'm glad that she was out there running but move to the back of the fucking line if you are going to be wide and in the way of a shit ton of people at the start.
Because of that I HAD to get froggy for the first 5 miles to get away from all of those dumbasses so I could run comfortably without the fear of getting tripped. I paid for that at mile 10 with calf cramps.
I didn't drink nearly enough fluid. I put down 20 ounces during the 13 mile run but I should have drank 40. It's very hard to drink while holding a pace that is max what you can run. 8:28 pace is all I had for 13 miles. Better than I had hoped for but again, at 70 degrees I should have doubled fluid intake.
Because of the lack of fluids, I spent the better part of 3 hours with some pretty serious stomach cramps. Legs felt fine, feet were great and overall physically I was good. Stomach cramps sucked though.
I'll do more but I'm going to take it a little more serious in the future. Which is saying a lot because I thought I had already taken it seriously.