Wellllll, where shall I start? Y’all know I don’t believe in burying the lead, so here’s the long and the short of it: I came down with a stomach bug Friday night, spent all of Friday night and some of Saturday morning getting sick, couldn’t really eat much on Saturday and had to pull out of the marathon at mile 17.
Yep. That happened. Let’s back up, though. Friday night I got together with a couple girlfriends to finally watch the Bachelor finale (ugh) and eat dinner. We had a great time, but right before they left my stomach started feeling funny. I went to bed, all packed for my big race weekend and hoping to get a good night’s sleep. Suffice to say, that didn’t happen. I was up every couple hours from about 1am until I got out of bed for good around 7. I was sick all night and woke up feeling and looking awful. I briefly thought about not even going to VA Beach because I felt so awful (at first I thought it might have been what I ate, but now I’m convinced I picked up a bug), but decided to hope that it was a quick bug and that I’d be okay.
So I loaded into Mar’s car and we headed off for the beach! I threw up one more time on the drive down (y’all Mar is a good friend) and then just tried to keep it together until we got to the expo.The expo was easy to get through and we didn’t spend much time there. I wanted to rest before the Oiselle team dinner (more on that tomorrow). I should’ve paid attention to the fact that just walking through half of the expo exhausted me. But, hey hindsight is 20/20, right?
Anyway, back to the race. I knew it was going to be hard – I could barely eat anything on Saturday and I knew I was still dehydrated. I went to bed at about 8pm Saturday night and hoped for the best. I woke up Sunday morning feeling a bit better and full of adrenaline. I was going to do this. Check me out in my throwaway sweats ready to go:
It was chilly (and WINDY) and I knew that’d be a factor as well. I was a bit concerned about my energy and fuel level and about the fact that I was still sick. I put a smile on my face, met up with Julie and her crew and toed the start line of my second marathon. I could tell that I was going to have a tough day but I tried to just not focus on that. The miles ticked off and while I kept pushing, I was definitely concerned about those late miles. My legs felt great – however, everything waist up felt awful. I kept pushing and around mile 12, I saw my BRF and she snapped this pic:
This was about mile 12 and seeing Mar pumped me up for a bit. I kept on trucking and kept feeling worse and worse. Around mile 15, I actually started feeling dizzy and woozy and pulled off the course to use a port a potty. I was sick again and started to panic. By mile 17, I felt like I was going to pass out. I ran past a bathroom at mile 17, decided I needed to rest for a second, turned around and ran back to the bathroom and then when I came out of the bathroom, a couple of race officials came over and told me I didn’t look so good and did I need help. I really wanted to just push on but by that point, I felt terrible and honestly just didn’t think that I could finish without potentially passing out. So, I didn’t. For the first time ever, I did not finish a race that I started.
I am incredibly disappointed and sad that this marathon didn’t happen the way I expected. It’s such a bummer to have gotten sick (I still feel terrible, which makes me wonder how I even ran those 17 miles) and it kills me because my legs felt great. I’m proud of even attempting the race, but honestly, I wish I would’ve just dropped down to the half marathon. This is obviously not the race recap I expected to write, but hey, things happen and I’m learning to keep it all in perspective.
Have you ever DNF’ed a race?