So, many months ago, my brother discovered that the Eugene Marathon was on his 30th birthday.
(While Baby Brother is most often shown on here I have three brothers, and this is one of my two big brothers)
He decided to sign up for the marathon. And my husband and I decided we might as well sign up for the half. We’d already signed up for Rock ‘n’ Roll Portland so clearly a half three weeks before it was a great choice.
Then my appendix exploded. My surgeon told me I could maybe walk Eugene. But I shouldn’t plan on it.
But I’ve been healing up well and 2 weeks post surgery the doctor cleared me for most physical activity-swimming, elliptical, biking, etc. And I was doing well (no painkillers, decent energy, walking like a human, no oozing wounds) so running would be ok pretty soon.
I started looking at the course map for Eugene. Which took place was about a week before I was cleared to run. They didn’t allow you to sell your bib or defer so I figured even if I couldn’t finish I’d do some of it. I found easy spots to chop of some miles and figured I’d do somewhere between 6-10 miles of walking. I was trying to be all smart about it-I even made myself leave my Asics at home so I wouldn’t be tempted to run.
On race morning I stood in the back with the walkers. And readied myself for a long long race.
But it turns out I can walk really fast? I was expecting to take 20 minutes per mile, which was why I was going to cut some of it off-walking for over 4 hours seemed excessive. And boring. But mile 1 took me under 14 minutes.
And I realized I didn’t like not running. It was perfect running weather. I felt awesome. And I’m fairly sure the ghost of Steve Prefontaine will haunt you if you enter the track on Hayward Field walking.
So I started running for 60-90 seconds at each mile. Which broke up the monotony but hopefully didn’t give me an incisional hernia (I didn’t feel any pain or I would’ve stopped of course. I’m stubborn but I’m not stupid).
It was a nice course-through some neighborhoods with college kids sitting in their yards cheering (my favorite was the guys with a bullhorn who announced “starting to get slower now” as walkers got near followed up by “don’t mind us, we’re douchebags!”- my husband said when he ran by the guys were drinking and announcing “we never went to bed, so don’t think we got up just for this”) then across the river into a park.
Also, walking a race meant I could text people.
(Judging is wrong. Don’t do it.)
I finished up in 3:04ish, 14:05 pace. PERSONAL WORST! (My husband on the other hand PRed by a good 15 minutes or so)
(2 empty beers, one full water. I prioritize)
and tracked down my brother
Everyone’s a winner!
Only problem?
Know how I’d left my running shoes at home? I was wearing Nike Free TRs. Which are made for working out in, but not running.
And that night my left foot hurt like a mofo.
Went to the doctor and found out I sprained my foot! Gold star for me.
Whoops.
It should be healed just in time for Rock n Roll! I see lots of walk-run combos in my future.
But whatever, I got a medal.