DNF…
That sums up my 2008 marathon. No medal, no excitement, and no payoff for all the training. Unfortunately my body chose to not cooperate yesterday.
Over the past month and a half my minor IT band problem had turned into full blown IT band syndrome. In an attempt to patch the problem my doctor gave me a cortisone shot i the hip. The pain went away for a week or so but came right back. I tried physical therapy for the past week. Each time I went in they would loosen up my leg, but again this was only temporary. Between visits the band would tighten back up.
Because of these problems I started the race yesterday with the knowledge I was going to have to endure quite a bit of discomfort. To the credit of the physical therapists that worked on my leg I was solid for the first 6 miles of the race. I was slightly apprehensive but mostly pain free.
Around mile 7 I started to feel my hip tighten up. On top of my sore hip this was about the time the sun really started to warm things up. Progressively the temperature forecast climbed of the past 10 days. Starting at 48 degrees and no stopping until it hit 82 yesterday.
Over the next 5 miles my hip stayed consistently sore. Definitely not unbearable. I was taking short walking breaks and hitting every aid station. The bigger problem that began to present itself was my calves. Last year, just after the half way point, my calves cramped up because I was dehydrated. It is the only time this has ever happened to me. Until yesterday I had not had any calf soreness all year.
By mile 11 I had a feeling of what was coming. With each step I could feel how tight my calves were. I tried to stretch them out without luck. Just before I hit the 12th mile aid stop my right calf cramped up. These cramps don’t feel like the ones you get if you swim too soon after eating, but rather like you calf muscle is sliced in half.
Fortunately, I was at an aid tent when this happened. I hobbled in and they started working on me. They iced me down and started stretching me out. They were nice enough to try and stretch out my IT band, the nurse that worked on me was not very familiar with this stretch and ended up tweaking my right hamstring in the process. At this point my right leg became useless.
I did get back out on the course after 12 minutes in the tent. I spent a big chunk of of miles 12 and 13 walking and stretching. But at mile 14 my race ended. Again, I was coming into the aid station and this time both calves cramped at the same time. Again, I was at the aid station and they once again stretched me out and iced my legs. This time for about 20 minutes. A doctor came to see me and recommended that I stop. I got up, walked around, and gave it one last try. I could not bend my right leg more than a very inches at the knee. Every step I took was extremely painful. Finally, I decided I had enough and headed to the dropout bus.
The ride back to the finish line was one of the worst feelings I have had in a very long time. This leads me to #1 on my list of 10 topics. It is a couple of days late but more appropriate today anyway.
#1: Support
Running a marathon (or trying to) is something that cannot be done without support. I have a great deal of support. To a point yesterday I didn’t hold up my end. After I dropped out, clearly not thinking straight, I texted my Mom to let her know. First of all I sure this threw her rhythm off, and second it probably took quite a bit away from her achievement of finishing.
My sister, who is a doctor, is also very supportive. She proved how hard core a runner can be by finishing with a hole in her leg. And then tried to make me feel better by making it out to not be a big deal.
Then there were my two great kids. They made me a card to make me feel better. Plus my oldest daughter Kate kept trying to get me to look at the bright side. Because, as she will tell you, she is a positive person.
And finally there is my great wife. Not only was she up early for every one of my long runs to be my mobile aid station, but she handled yesterday extremely well. She knew just what to say to make me feel better, and she knew when to just let me be. Having someone who know you that well is an asset that cannot be measured.
My loyal readers may now be asking “Now What?”. Last year, the day after the marathon I made the bold statement that in 2008 I would run my race. I took a week off and started training. This year I am not sure. Step 1 is to get healthy. I love to run, but because of the daily pain I have had to deal with I have stopped looking forward to it. By my doctors orders I need to take a month off. I bought an exercise bike and setup my weight machine to supplement my running. Be assured on November 9th I will be back out running and training again. I just don’t know for what yet.