Yes. You heardright. Alex David González was finallyawarded an elite corral start. Myrunning number was 381, and it was BLUE. And BLUE means you are one of the best. Too bad, I didn’t return the favor. More than likely, I may get bounced out of blue, just as fast as I gotin there.
The preparation for this race first off, could not have beenworse. I basically took 8 years ofknowledge, and flushed it down the toilet. Despite my need for sleep, I couldn’t let Karen do another night offeedings, so I slept in the same bed, getting up with her to feed David &Kayla. The dastardly, but extremely cuteduo, kep me up all night too. I neverhad more than 2 hours of continuous sleep, zero rem sleep, and in all only 5hours of horrible sleep. This is bad,bad, bad. When I got to the startingline, I felt more like laying on the asphalt and snoring, then to start running18 miles. What up wit’ dat?
The next issue was that I had done a 30 mile run (yay! Mylongest ever!) only a week earlier. Now,you tell me, is 7 days proper recovery? And considering the fact that I ran 3 more times in between, umm,yeah. You get the point!
If my improper recovery couldn’t have been helped, I atleast had the control to properly hydrate the day before. But I didn’t. I totally broke the rule here. Onlong runs, it is important, no wait, VITAL, to consume mass quantities of waterthe day before. It flushes you out ofimpurities and hydrates your system, like a car just having gotten a new oilchange. In my case, my oil was old andrusty. Meh.
Mother Nature didn’t give two shits about me (or anyone elsefor that matter) either. Anotherdisgusting dew point, 69. Remember, whenI scaled 1,039 feet during my 30 mile run last week? Well, with a dew point like that, it feltlike I was running right into mountains and thru them.
Another great factor for failure, is to stress out about notmaking it to the starting line on time. I was hustling all over the place just to get to the starting line. So in addition to wanting to go back tosleep, I was already huffing and puffing before the horn even went off.
The course itself was tedious. 3 counter clockwise loops around
Central Park. That’s 3 times
around Harlem Hill, 3 times around the rolling hills of the west side, and 3 times aroundCat Hill.
Ardous and Boring.
During my moments of “darkness”, I even walked. Not just at water stations, but right in the
middle of miles too. I was out of gas. My head wasn’t into it. Totally a bad bio day all around.
However, all was not lost. For one, I completed another long run. 18 miles is nothing to sneeze at.
Plus, I did another 2 miles afterwards. So 20 miles a week after 30 miles, is prettyterrific, I think.
Also, I never cramped up once whilerunning. That ended quickly after I gothome, and my right
foot felt like it wanted to curl up the back of my spine andscratch the back of my neck…But other
than that, I felt perfect!
Of course the Elite status was nice. But who knows if that will last. We shallsee.
When I got home Steffie and Matt had askedhow I did, and I gave them the story.
(the finish line...finally!)
(should 've read 'Dying Lane')