Well, run might be too strong a word. I walked a race rather quickly. And of course, this race was full of the super fact runners... so I got the police escort.
I finished, but I was dead last.
I had a few things against me:
- I have cold induced asthma, and it was just barely above freezing
- Since up until yesterday, the weather had been warm, I've had zero time to train in the cold
- And I was under trained.
So one third of this was my fault.
I had opportunity to be pulled from the course. The medics knew of my distress, but instead of asking if I wanted to quit, they told me to breathe through my nose.
I kept going. I apologized to every road marshal and police officer that I ran across. I was sorry that I was keeping them so long. Everyone responded that they were happy to be here, and to help me on my way.
The course was long, and at times, very confusing. I couldn't see the finish line until I was almost there. When I was almost out of steam, a rather nice lady walked with me until I caught sight of the finish.
(I'm kinda upset that I didn't get played in with the Rocky Theme, like most last runners do!)
But I finished! I ran across the finish line. I got a medal and a hug from my vet (who also is a runner).
Then I skipped the free food and beer and shuffled to the car.
The next few hours were simply horrible! I had to take breaks while walking, showering, going upstairs. My arms were almost too tired to comb my hair. My poor dog wanted to play, but I was so exhausted, that simply did not happen!
It was a long, exhausting day. But in the end....