(Sorry this post has taken so long, barb and I have just gotten back from KC, and I have been so unmotivated to do anything)
So I ran my 1st half marathon and boy my knee hurts. I finished it in 2:19:59. I was really happy to get it under 2:20. Yeah, you read me, 1 second. So the day started off unlike any other day, us sleeping through our alarm and scrambling to make it on time. Well we made it on time, thank god. So I lined up with the 2:15 pace group, well actually right in front of the 2:30 group, but still behind the 2:15 group. I was pretty darn relaxed and in a zone before the race began. Once the race began, things went pretty well. I had my ipod on and I was rocking. At one point, I realized I was running behind a group of TNT runners (Tovah, Bari, Bernadette, and katie). I realized it was kinda nice to run with a group of people. They really kept me motivated.
I loved running along the shamrock shuffle course, but I knew once I hit LSD things would go south. And of course it did. By mile 11 my knee really started to kill me and of course, I forgot my knee brace at home. It basically felt like it was going to give out. If I stopped, then I knew all would be lost and I wouldn't be able to finish, so I pushed along. I really hated the last 2.1 miles. I was so freakin tired, and my knee kept getting worse. I got really pissed when I realized that with only a half mile left of the half, I had looked down at my garmin to see that I had already run 13.4. I freakin already ran the half, and only wanted it to end. The last .1 was great, and I was so excited to finish. Once I crossed the finish line, I changed from active guy to "
oh shit my knee really hurts and I gotta limp to find my wife" guy.
Once I crossed the finish line I couldn't move. I grabbed my medal, and a quick bite to eat. For the rest of the day, I was basically on old man. Barb had to help me get on and off of the bed, and the couch. I couldn't do anything without being in horrible pain. That night, ever time I shift in bed, I woke up in pain, which really sucked. The best thing about being a future chiropractor, is that I already knew what was wrong when it started. It was my freakin I.T. band which is a common injury. But thank god, I was able to take care of it. Would I do it again,
HELL YA!
I got really pissed when I had to continue to study for my 2 finals that I had left. Now that I am finally on break and now that I have all of my grades in, I can tell you all that I did awesome on my finals. The one I was worried about, I ended up getting a 89 in the class, which pisses me off just a little because I was 1 point away from an A. But oh well, what can you do. I will have more to post about the Nike Hit Remix, Kansas City and the rest of my adventures tomorrow.