I wasn't really feeling this race, I felt like I hadn't mentally prepared enough. I almost let myself think I hadn't physically prepared enough for the distance...if that was remotely true then what the heck was I doing all the Sunday mornings? Saturday I took it fairly easy, went for a massage and did some running around and picked up the race kit. After I got home and did some more chores around the house I was running around the house feeling like I as doing everything at the last minute. I still had to pack my bag and get the rest of my gear organized, you know find my sunglasses, pack the fuel belt...to wear a hat or not wear a hat would I be too hot...it was supposed to be really nice out on Sunday...try on about four different combinations of t-shirts, long sleeve shirts and pants before deciding on what felt right.
I probably went to bed too late but I wasn't feeling sleepy yet so I read for a while and drifted off probably close to midnight. I don't think any amount of sleep would have felt like enough when the alarm started chirping at 5 AM. I had to get up there was no time to snooze, my ride would be there before 6. I got up had my breakfast and paced around the house as I got ready. My ride showed up and we were off. I climbed in the car to join my fellow racers Morgan and Justin.
Patricia had come along for moral support too. On the way in we were chatting and I mentioned how I "wasn't feeling this one" and Justin said "the races you're not feeling it are usually your best ones". We met up with another teammate Chantelle at the community centre in Mississauga and squeezed on the bus to get up to the starting line at Square One.
|waiting to enter the starting chute|
|so that's whose at the front of the line!|
I felt calm.
I made me way down the streets around the corners of the mall making it to Burnhamthorpe Rd. I was keeping an eye on my pace band, I was slightly ahead of the time and that was fine with me. Before I know it I was two km in and saw the first rest station and briefly thought I should stop and make use of the facilities but I remembered what stopping meant at Scotia...time wasted! I wasn't stopping unless it was an emergency! I carried on down the same road racking up the km's and I remember thinking it felt easy and when I got to the turn at Mississauga Road I was surprised I was there already. I barely had an eye on the pace bunny and making use of the downhills as much as possible by trying to time my walking minute with flat areas. Much of the pack had thinned out and there were a few people around me that were there for most of the race. We were making our way down and round the university campus and back out to Mississauga Road. I kept seeing rest stations and would think to myself, i "could" stop but I really didn't want to so I kept running.
I knew "the hill" was coming. I was still keeping time with my pace band, still slightly ahead which was great. I was running the winding road leading up to "the hill" thinking this isn't so bad and then it started to climb but I still wasn't that worried. Juan, Dan and I had driven the route on Thursday so we knew what to expect and I was "dump run" girl...if I could run King Road I could climb this hill. Okay so I ended up walking the last part but I didn't care, I wasn't disappointed, I knew I still had over 10km to run and I was finishing in under 3 hours this time!
I was on level ground again and it was getting warm, it was actually a gorgeous day in all, the weather was perfect. I was nearing the turn to head south again going under the highway and getting into Port Credit. There were still a few people around from the start and we would have the occasional word of encouragement for each other. As we ran to the park entrance for the lake front path I had stopped for a moment to stretch out my hamstrings and the two ladies stopped to make sure I was okay. I was okay I just needed to loosen up my legs a bit.
Running through the parking lot I made my way to the lake front path, I was in the home stretch now. If just left like a run in the park. There were lots of people cheering us on through the park, they had a 1960's VW van with the tunes cranked and some of the best signs...I LOVE the sarcastic signs like... "there is beer at the finish line...HURRY!" or "Run like you stole something" or my favorite "Staying up late to make this sign was hard work too!". The path ended there so we picked up the road to catch the trail over the pedestrian bride at the marina. Dan, another colleague of mine was there cheering on some friends, it was nice to see a familiar face along the way. I ran through the marina and back on to the road heading back to the waterfront trail.
All in all a great race and a great day for everyone!
|just steps away...|
|Here comes Chantelle!|
|Here comes Morgan!|
|Justin owned the marathon!|