First off, this is probably my 15th time writing an Austin marathon report, as this was my 15th one. Nothing to be proud of, just something to make me feel old. 😱
The good: perfect weather. It’s 40 and rainy today, so mid 60s yesterday was heaven. Stacey was an awesome partner. I definitely need my cheerleading and enthusiasm to build a bit and do most in the later miles, but she is ON from mile one, which makes us a great pair. I think I nailed my training. My legs were never fatigued and I felt trained for the hills. My stomach was good and I’ve got my nutrition down after about a million tries. I really love running this event more than any other. It is hard, no doubt, but I love that we have a hometown marathon. A handful of people stayed with us in the later miles and used us to pace, which is more rewarding than us being alone those final few miles. The expo was fun but tiring and it always feels good to help calm first-timers’ jitters. And the gear was sweet this year. Super nice shirts and no chafing today. Yes!
The bad: Friday night Jasper earned a night in his sleeping bag in our room, per his request as a reward for good behavior. Never again. He was up every two hours and at one point I laid down on the floor with him and fell asleep, waking up with stiff neck and shoulders. Then spent all day on my feet at the expo getting stiffer. I came home exhausted and really sore. Not how you want to start your marathon weekend. Marathon eve was a repeat. Jasper had a little cold, but he gets reactive airway when he has a cold, so more lost sleep. You know when you look at the clock and think, “If I fall asleep now, I will get two hours of sleep.” That’s where I was. I was almost crying when both Jasper and I finally dozed off about 2 am for a 4 am wake up. I can’t say two bad nights didn’t affect me. I would’ve been ok with one, but two left me with some stiff back and neck muscles that I really felt during the race. There was a good 10 miles of teeth gritting.
The ugly: I passed out at 9pm last night in my post marathon haze. An IPA was probably a bad idea, but I must have a celebratory beer. Jasper was up at 3am crying that he couldn’t breathe. So I started my day at 3am…..and calling into work, so we could do breathing treatments all day. I had some things that needed my attention at work, but I can’t say that being home today was the worst thing ever. I’m not exactly 100%. This marks day 3 of crappy sleep…..but he seems better after some treatments and I’m hopeful that this is the tail end of this airway episode…..and I am thankful the worst of it came after the race.
More good….I still really enjoyed the marathon. They all won’t be perfect and sometimes you have one that is a struggle. It took me a minute to count them all, but this was marathon # 33…..they’re always hard and they’re always rewarding. I’d like to make to 50 marathons, but I’ll take them as they come. Each one is really a blessing of health, good people in my life, and being very fortunate and I never want to take all that for granted. So despite feeling pretty rough today (mostly from sleep deprivation though!)….. I’m happy. If not a little dehydrated. A big thanks to Stacey for being so positive and pacing so well. I did learn that a new, more accurate Garmin may be something to ask Santa for this year.
And now there is small child who just passed out from exhaustion, so that’s my cue to roll out these poor legs.