I didn't do any of that. Not surprising, given my history of poor planning and type B-ness.
I can't remember much of the run.
|At our only potty break (thank goodness). Mile 10 maybe?|
She looks happy. I look stoned or something.
Thank goodness my sister was with me for the first 12. She really showed up for this run (unlike me). Without her energy it would have been painful.
Needless to say, I can't remember what or when I ate or drank, but I did eat and drink. I had maybe 2 gels (with caffeine, that seemed to do little. If I didn't have the caffeine, I probably would have needed to stop for a nap), a couple of shot bloks, and some water at first, but then water w/nuun when I refilled around mile 10 (I think).
The marathon has a big-ass hill that starts at mile 11 and climbs through mile 14.
So I decided to try a big, long hill after mile 12 to see how tired I might feel in the race.
The answer was pretty tired.
My hands started to look puffy, so I got nervous and ate a few pretzels, then I ATE A NUUN TABLET! Blech.
Half of the tablet, actually, and I chased it with water. I can be a hypochondriac and fear hyponatremia. (but I googled puffy hands last night, and now know that as long as they are not like 2 times the size, there is no need to freak out).
The sun was out and I was waking up (finally) and feeling good.
I kept it mostly flat for a few miles after that hill (even a few laps on the track), then went back down another hill (hard, hard on the knees - had to walk a bit).
The last two miles felt really, really great.
How weird is it that I ran 20 mile training runs on different routes, with splits all over the place at almost exactly the same time?