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Get Lucky Recap

on March 19, 2012

If you haven’t read my previous blog entry, “Get Lucky Training and Excitement”, then you need to read that to understand the relationship between my best friend Trish and I.   Then come back and read this recap.

I’m not sure where to start.  I’m let down.  Why do I say that?  What do I mean?  I’m sad that it’s all over.

Trish and I agreed to run this half on Thanksgiving Day 2011.  That’s the day we dedicated our time, efforts, planned out our matching outfits, “D” all of the above.  This plan had been in motion for several months.

It was getting closer and closer and I couldn’t stand it I was so excited.  I ran the Get Lucky Half in 2011, so I knew how fun the race was and couldn’t wait to do it again.  This year, it was even better because Trish would be with me.

We both took the day off Friday the 16th.  She came to my house that morning and we headed up to Minneapolis.  As soon as we left my house, we started talking.  The talking didn’t stop pretty much the entire weekend.  We hadn’t seen each other in quite a while…a couple of years…and it was like we hadn’t missed a beat.  So many laughs….it was so good and so fun.

Our first stop in Minneapolis was at packet pick up.  We had some issues with her GPS which included some “colorful” language…and laughs.  We sailed through the packet pick up because everything was so well organized by Team Ortho.

We then checked into our hotel and got organized for the next day.  We headed out to have a couple of drinks and then get some supper.  We had such a nice visit with a friend that neither of us had seen in a long time…so nice to visit with her!

We got to bed early, but neither of us slept very well.  We got ready and headed out to the race by 6:15am.  We were excited, nervous, sleep deprived, coffee deprived, but ready to run.  Trish was concerned about her hamstring as she pulled it last week skiing in Colorado.

Once we got there, I wanted to find my cousins.  One of my cousins was the race director for the half, and his sister was volunteering.  We found them, had a nice visit, took pictures, and soon it was time to line up.  The National Anthem was sung, gun went off, and it was time.

We started off at a pace that was much faster than I was used to.  In fact, it was a pace that I had never run at before.  In addition to that, I could tell it was one of those runs that nothing felt right.  I immediately became nervous and tried to calm myself down by telling myself and hoping that things would shake out and my muscles would relax.  Well….no such luck for me.

Trish was doing great!  Her hamstring that had been injured and had been bothering her was doing great Saturday morning.  She was feeling super!  I was SO HAPPY for her, but I felt so bad because I knew that I would not be able to keep up the pace we were at for the entire race.  I wasn’t in any pain, I was just fatigued….specifically my quads.

We did slow our pace down and I tried to just settle down my mind, my breathing, shake out my tense muscles.  I think it was about mile 7 or 8, could have been 9 even, Trish asked me how I was doing and I replied that I was hurting.  She asked where and to that I answered everywhere!  And then I added, “Even my jaw hurts.”  Trish freaked out and this was the conversation that followed….WHILE RUNNING.  Keep in mind…Trish is a doctor.

Trish:  WHAT? Your jaw hurts?  Are you having a heart attack?

Me:  What?  A heart attack?  Why would you ask that?

Trish:  Referred jaw pain is a symptom of a heart attack.  Where does your jaw hurt? Which side?

Me: (I pointed to my lower jaw on both sides, but while doing this and before I could talk, she’s already asking the next questions)

Trish:  Do you have chest pain?

Me:  No.

Trish:  Do you have shortness of breath?

Me:  Well ya…I’m running a HALF MARATHON!  OF COURSE I HAVE SHORTNESS OF BREATH!

And then the laughs again….we laughed even harder later on when we recounted that story!

I can’t remember what mile it was when Trish’s hamstring finally started acting up as well as her knee.  We really took our pace slower and helped each other through.  For me, my quads were just plain jello.  Nothing was clicking…my legs, my breathing, my shoulders were tense, my neck was tense….nothing felt in sync.  And…it was hot and humid.  Who knew it would be over 70 on St. Patrick’s Day in Minnesota!!!!

We had TONS of compliments on our matching outfits, especially our green sparkle skirts!  The skirts were the first piece of the outfits that we purchased…way back in November.  As it turned out, it was so hot that we didn’t need most of the original outfit that we had planned.  Again….70 degrees in March in Minnesota?!

Finally, we could see the finish line.  What a feeling.  I was so exhausted…there aren’t even words.  I felt during this half marathon nearly the same as I did at the end of my full marathon.   I was so happy to earn that medal. The people we visited with along the route had some of the same issues that I did.  One gal we ran with for a while said she just could not get it together.  Nothing was clicking for her either; she just felt off and it was extremely difficult for her as well.  We were certainly not alone.  We received our medals, saw my cousins again, had some pictures and it was time to head home.

We both took naps when we got back to my house.  Then we headed downtown for some St.  Patrick’s Day celebrating complete with green beer.  Funny how a nap, hot shower, and green beer makes you feel better!

So…..what am I sad about?  You are probably thinking that I’m going to say how I ran, but I’m not.  I will get to that later.  I’m sad that my time with Trish is over.  I know we’ll have more times together, but this was so needed and so fun.  It makes me realize how much I miss her.  I miss and love that we can simply look at each other and know EXACTLY what the other is thinking AND what the response would be from the look.  I miss and love that we can still, after all these years and after not seeing each other for so long, finish each other’s sentences.  I miss and love how we both still know all of our inside jokes from so long ago AND that we can just plug them into new experiences.  I miss and love Trish.  And I’m sad that it seems that the time came and went so fast.  But I am very blessed to have had this weekend with her.

My running performance left a lot to be desired, but as I reflect on it, I’m glad it was so difficult for me this time.  It’s a good reminder that not all runs, short or long, are good runs.  Not everything goes GREAT all of the time.   I feel good that I was able to keep up a brand new pace for as long as I did.  But it also shows me that I have a great deal of work to do, if I so choose, to improve on some things.   I have to change a few things in my training and in my nutrition and diet.  My plan is to work on those things and then at a certain point, re-test myself at the 13.1 distance and measure my progress and see if my changes have brought any improvement to some of those areas.

A great weekend.  I’m so proud of Trish.  She hadn’t run in SIX YEARS before the Get Lucky.  She felt at times that her training didn’t go very well, she injured her hamstring, but she did a super job.  She was a great cheerleader (haha…sorry Trish!  Inside joke!) when I was struggling.  THANK YOU TRISH FOR PUSHING ME during the tough spots!  Thank you Trish for running the race with me!  Thank you Trish for coming and and being so much fun!  Thank you Trish for being my friend all these years and loving me.

The race is called “Get Lucky”.  The truth is, I got lucky the day that I became friends with Trish when we were little kids.  I’m so blessed.

 

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