Hot. Hilly. Humid. Hell.
This was my third 10k race and was almost the race that made me think that running isn't for me. Now that I'm home, had a shower and continuing to hydrate with ALL the water, I am willing to run again.... just maybe not in the heat.
The best part of this race was FRIENDS.
I go into every race with 3 goals - 1: Don't die, 2: Finish 3: Have fun. I did not have fun, I did finish, and once again I felt that I just might die.
The race didn't start till 9:30 and it was already +26°C. The course was along the beautiful Salt Marsh Trails. However there was no shade and barely any breeze. But there were HILLS. All the hills.
I tried my best in the beginning and managed to run/walk the first 5k. At the turn around, I dumped a lot of water on my head in an attempt to cool down. I drank all the water. And then I walked. I walked the last 5ks- Up the hills, Down the hills, In the heat. So. Much. Heat.
I crossed the finish line with a time of 02:05:34- last again, but I thought to myself "at least I didn't die"
I walked over to my friends who were cheering me on, got some water and BAM! I couldn't breath. Luckily I was talking to Melissa at that time and she quickly got me to the first aid tent, helped me get my asthma inhaler out of my pouch and told the First Aider's what was going on. I used the puffer, walked slowly around in the shade (with the First Aider following me to make sure I didn't keel over) and eventually my breathing improved.
I gave Jody the car keys (driving didn't seem like a good idea) and we headed out for brunch. While my breathing was better, my temperature was still high and I struggled through breakfast, vacillating between nausea and being lightheaded. Jeanette went to the bathroom with me to make sure I didn't pass out and helped cool me down with we paper towel on my neck.
This is why friends are the best part of any race.