Frederick Running Festival

Great to see so many smiling faces running in the 5k and Half Marathon this weekend. I had a great time doing back to back races 12 hours apart 5K at 6pm on Saturday and Half Marathon on Sunday at 7am. Well sorta a great time. The 5K was fun, but hot and humid for May in Maryland. I don't think I ever recovered from the humidity. I got home, grabbed a bite and drank water and gatorade and went to bed early. I ate a banana and tortilla at 3am and felt ok.

Then all HELL broke out. I did not expect any records or anything, but I thought I could easily run a 220 or 230 time because I had done that so many times in practice. I did not expect anything more than that and would be happy with the calorie burn and medals.

Well at mile 6, everything "fell apart." My tummy was NOT happy. I had to make my pit stop at the potty and then at mile 8 and mile 10 ....11. At mile 12, I thought all I can do is finish....I don't care if I have to skip to the finish, but I will get there. I FINISHED in 2hour54 min after walking the last 4 miles with stomach cramps, nausea, headache...etc.

My next half is not until Baltimore Half in Oct. I have plenty of time to revamp my entire eating strategy. I really don't care too much about time or PR, but I do care about not feeling well, happy and excited about my accomplishment.

For today, I am humble and grateful to have finished.

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