My Flying Pig Report
It was a beautiful day for a race, 50 degrees at the start, just a little chilly. There were mobs and mobs of people. Josh and I tried to find Rob, but that was hopeless. I eyed the Portopotty lines and told Josh I would see him after the race. I got out of the Portopotty at 626 with the race time at 630am. OH well, it’s chip timing. I was way way in the back. There was no way to move up or move at all. I think I shuffled by walkers for the first mile or so.
It was still very congested through about mile 3. I didn’t get of a view of the rivers as we crossed bridges or Kentucky due to the crowds. It got better as we ran back through Cincinnati due east.
I kept waiting for the hills to emerge. We started up a gradual incline about mile 6. Was this the hills? These weren’t bad at all. In fact, I didn’t even stop to walk them, just shuffled up. I guess we did go up hill for a few miles. There was a spectacular view of the Ohio River from Eden Park.
This was where the running gods paid me back for the Las Vegas Marathon. I was in need of the Port o potties again, but all I passed where ten deep in runners waiting. I saw a woman emerge from a park building on the left—I looked from where she emerged and saw the word WOMEN on the door-was it? Was it unlocked? I dashed to the door and found, to my amazement, flush toilets with only three women in front of me. I only spent two minutes waiting in line and was back out on the road!
Yes, speaking of ROAD. This was a road marathon, did everyone know that? I guess I did too. My body was not happy. I started to stiffen up around mile 8. My calves hurt, my lower back hurt, my hamstrings started to sing. Eew. I never tighten up like that at mile 8 on a trail run.
I made a few mistakes out there. I bought a new hand held water bottle, and never transferred my Succeed caps to the new bottle. I only brought one snack size Payday bar, w hich I ate around mile 9. It tasted great, but now I was starving. I’m used to food on runs!
About mile 14 or 15 I really felt grouchy and a bit light headed. It felt that maybe my blood sugar was a bit low. So I did it. I DRANK GATORADE.
And you know what? I kept it down. And didn’t need a Portopottie stop. I felt better with a little electrolytes and calories in me.
The hand held bottle worked great for me. I only needed to stop about every third water station and get water or Gatorade, and then got back to running. Walking actually hurt. This happened to me in another race. Walking really excasberated my muscle stiffness, plus I could feel both insertion points on the outside of my knees with the IT Band.
FINALLY There was the Clif Shot Stop at Mile 18 (I thought it was at Mile 17) and I got some much needed gel for my stomach.
This was a very nice course. Lots of people out cheering you on; although I got my ultra running feathers ruffled a bit. People were telling me “you’re going to finish! You can do it” Well, of course I am going to finish, that was never any doubt-don’t patronize me!!
Mile 24 was probably the toughest. You could see the bridges of Cinti and it looked far away. This was also on a stretch of road with no crowds, only one band. I wanted to keep correcting people’s form; runners were tired here, and slumped over.
Last ½ mile or so was a bit of a downhill; you round a sharp corner and can see the “FINISH SWINE” (ha ha ha) Some people blew by me; at least six of them finished in a pack; I took my time so I would alone in the finish line photo!!
Food was rather scarce after five hours; that was kind of disappointing considering I was still starving. I did get some Gogurt and bananas, but I would have really like something from Panera Bread. Josh and his parents were waiting for me, sunning themselves on the Serpentine Wall steps. Josh had finished about two hours prior to me!
This was a nice marathon. A good course, good swag; although the Pig needs to be bigger. You have to squint at the shirt to see that it is a marathon shirt from the Flying Pig Marathon-race organizers, we want a big PIG! Good crowd support, plentiful water stations. They need to reorganize the PortoPotty situation though. Potties not being used at the end of the race runners were desperate for in the first 12 miles.
It was a good run for me, as a training run. I didn’t really enjoy it so much, just because of my body hurting. I am going to rethink road marathons for myself, and not get sucked into my friends plans LOL!
I don’t hurt as bad as I thought I would, maybe my ice bath helped quite a bit. Although usually aches and pains catches me on day two. I am not planning to run today, just walk the dogs and maybe do some walking on the treadmill and get some good stretching in.