The Time I Ran A Half Marathon With The Flu
Well… to be fair… I thought I had a cold.
Sunday was race day. I had trained hard and after a year of subpar racing, I was confident I was going to finally get my PR.
Well… long story short…
I didn’t get my PR. Because sometimes life throws you curve balls that you can’t control. Like the flu.
Now here’s the long story…
The Time I Ran A Sub 2 Hour Half Marathon Sick
Last week, Dan came down with a cold. Originally, he thought it could be allergies but I immediately started taking Vitamin C just in case.
(I’ve now decided that’s bogus and helps with nothing.)
On Friday morning, I began to feel a tickle in my throat.
On Saturday, it was still there but not terrible. We were able to go play putt-putt and relax before race day.
On Saturday night, my cough began to pick up and on Sunday morning, I woke up realizing I wasn’t going to dodge this bug.
I contemplated not running but decided I wasn’t “that bad” and we had driven 2 hours, paid 2 nights in a hotel, and spent money eating out. I didn’t want our trip to be for nothing, so I decided I could push hard for 1.45 and see if I could push hard regardless of this bug.
I decided, I would take control of my body for the race!
Myrtle Beach Half Marathon
I met up with my friend Erica at the starting line. She’s super fast and had the intention of pacing me. We started off and for first 2.xx miles we stuck together.
Finally, I looked at Erica and told her to go on. I needed to find the port-a-potty asap and didn’t want to hold her back. This was the first time I have ever stopped during a race for a bathroom emergency and I hated it. I did however glance at my watch to see we were averaging a 7.40 pace!
I continued on, just trying to get from one mile to the next. Never “in the zone” and just trying to get to the finish line. I did well staying on goal pace (7.50-8.00) for the first 7 miles.
Then, I hit a wall. My muscles were tired, achy and my chest wouldn’t take air in. I called Dan at mile 9 (while still running) for a pep talk.
I told him I felt like a loser, once again not hitting my goal.
“You can’t help you’re sick. That’s out of your control. Just make it back here, treat it like a leisurely jog and finish this. This isn’t going to be your last road half. We’ll find another one soon!”
So that’s what I did. I just focused on finishing.
Seeing the finish line was bitter sweet.
I was so happy to be done… But not proud of the time: 1.51.17.
Don’t get me wrong, I know that is an acceptable time for a half. But I had trained for a 1.45. And to know you have the power to accomplish it and that your control was taken away… really sucks.
After the race, I cleaned up and we quickly headed home. Once back, I stuck a thermometer in my mouth which beeped 101.2… “oh shit. Maybe it’s not just a cold.”
I also felt a little better about my time!
At around 6pm, Dan looked at me and said, “um, you don’t look so good.” Ummm… thanks? Lol.
Luckily, after about 12 hours of sleep, I am feeling human again. I’m not sure if I’m sore from the race or sore from all the coughing. I think a little of both.
Anyways… That’s what I got going on. And no, this will not be my last road race. I’m racing a half in December!
When’s the last time you worked hard for something and then elements you couldn’t control messed up your plans?