2013 Marine Corps Marathon Race Recap: My First DNF #marinecorpsmarathon
After running the Omaha Marathon and the San Francisco Marathon this year, the Marine Corps Marathon just did not come to fruition for me. Lesson to self, "don't try to run two marathons back to back in a two week span of time. My hip joints started to hurt at mile eleven, and I have never had pain like that early in a long run.
Every thing about this race just did not seem right. I was not happy and excited, like the other marathons. I learned I did not like this race at all if I was honest with myself. The race started in some huge parking lot, and there were no Starbucks I could walk to before the race. I hated standing in line to use the porta potty for an hour. I was spoiled in the other races because there really was no wait line for me.
You would not believe how angry I was when there were no energy gels left, in my other marathon's, they did not run out! Then I saw runners with several packs on their belt, and then knew were they all went. I was tempted to ask them if I could have one of their gu bloks, like 10 was not enough for them. Then someone hit me on my back, because she said I threw a water cup at her...totally not intentional.
Something was just not right about this race. There were lines of people and they were not cheering, my music on my phone died at the start of the race, so I saw the spectators just stand in silence, just a little eerie. Then I passed some amazing people the lady who was running her 100th Marathon, the Marine dressed in full combat uniform, the lady that lost both arms in combat, and a older gentle men with the big number 36 on his back. I always see the number 36, it was my soccer number in high school and it's a number I run across during the day for some reason, not that I am superstitious or anything.
Mile 11 came and that is when I made the decision to not run with the pain in my hip joints to the finish. I want to run a marathon again soon and there just does not seem like any point in running this one if my heart is not in it. My heart was not in this race, and my body hurt too much too early to have a injury free finish.
What I Learned From This Race:
1. I don't like standing for an hour to use the Porta John
2. I don't like running marathons that don't start in a major city with tall buildings all around.
3. Don't try to run two marathons back to back in a two week period.
4. Listen to my heart, if my heart is not in something don't invest time and effort.
5. Don't take the metro to a race again, I don't like being around herds of people they are annoying as fuck and slow everything down.
6. Bring your own gu gels.
QOTD: Your worst race experience and why you wont run it again?