I don’t even know where to start so I guess I’ll just start with this picture the day before CIM.
Finish time 3:52:01- a PR
As I sit here I still don’t really know what I think of yesterday. I did PR but I was way off my goal at least by ten minutes. I feel jipped. Totally jipped. The weather sucked ass. My shoes were soaked before I even made it to the start line. I think the weather man said 5 inches of rain fell between 4:30am and 10:30 am.(I need to fact check that one-seem more like 2inches) It was windy and literally running through streams at times. It wasn’t fun at all. There was a point when I told myself, “Becca your such a bad ass.” Then I was like…”I’m an idiot! Who does this?”
My husband and brother and sister in law were awesome cheerleaders!!! And I can’t believe they came out to watch I’m so thankful.
At the start line I put myself in the 3:45 group because 3:40 in this weather I was afraid to get trampled. The first 5 miles I was actually doing great. On pace for 3:40 but I don’t know where I slowed down probably mile 14-19 sucked. 8:55 pace was a struggle. I was miserable and pissed off. It was still pissing down rain. Some how at mile 19 I told myself only 7 miles. Get. This. Shit. Over. I picked up the pace… barely I think. I decided not to look at my Garmin because I probably wouldn’t like what I saw anyway so just run and get dry clothes on. My math was all messed up I thought I was in 3:4x range to finish but no. My legs were getting so tight and I thought they were going to buckle and I was going down but thankfully I didn’t. The woman in front of me puked and people were all over attempting to stretch out their cramps. Mile 24 the sun came out and I was over it and mad for the sun coming out at that point. Like a slap in the face if you ask me. I crossed the finish line and couldn’t stop to get my chip off. I glanced at the med tent but just tried to keep walking. Finally I got the chip off and just started to fall apart. Thankfully it was only a few minutes and I saw John and the gang and I totally broke down. Disappointed. Relief. Happy? Sore. Sick.
I don’t know how much the weather hurt my goal time but being the bean counter I am I asked almost every runner in the hotel lobby their thoughts. The consensus was an average of about 13 min off their goal. Then I checked the elites times from previous years and compared to this year and maybe figured about 8% for men and 11% for women. Something like that. *disclaimer* I’m horrible at math and a touch dramaticNow I don’t want to place blame and not take responsibly for my race but the weather had some role for sure. Just bad timing.
I tried I really did.
Who else did CIM? Thoughts on how the weather effected (affected) your race?