That was my first thought today that ran through my head quite frequently after I finished this race.
First of all people who love marathons are seriously crazy. That shit hurts-I don't care who you are and how tough you claim to be-if it doesn't hurt a LOT-maybe you aren't trying hard enough...but...I can't imagine 26.2 relatively pain free miles of anything especially running!
Indianapolis is a cool city and my dad and I stayed at a cool hotel. The Crowne Plaza is located conveniently two blocks from the start/finish area and 1/2 a block away from the convention center. Did I mention it's an old train station converted to a hotel and conference center?
They even have box cars that are now converted into rooms! We didn't stay in one unfortunately but someday for sure.
If you need advice on how not to run a marathon, ask me. Here are the ways to not run a marathon as I learned today:
- Get little sleep the night before because loud children are playing in the hallway until 1 a.m. along with your father who snores like a grizzly bear in the bed next to you who is also an insomniac
- Go out 10 seconds faster per mile for the first 10k of your race and not realize it because you are really bad at math!
- Run your first 13.1 way too hard and skip 6-7 aid stations because they are super short, crowded and come at you out of nowhere (my major complaint about this race!)
- Have your stomach not accept anything the whole race so just give up on eating anything
|Jim I STOLE this from Google only to find out it is from your site haha! Woops =)|
Overall, the race was pretty cool, I'm not too picky about races in general. We did get a cool shirt and the volunteers were awesome. It was a small race so it was lonely at times but that really doesn't bother me considering there's virtually no one at triathlons anyway.
Some asshole tried to pull out into the road and intentionally hit runners! I could not believe it, it happened right in front of me. An angry runner ran up to the car, punched off his side mirror and tried to break his window. The idiot sat there honking at everyone in his car-hello there's a MARATHON going on dude! Oh some people!
The course was flat and had a lot of support actually but like I said the aid stations came up soo quick and were pretty short. Maybe I'm just not pushy enough? I paid for this later!
I'm alive, I ran a marathon, my knee didn't blow out this time and I survived. Did I run my goal time? No. In fact, the last 10k crashed my pace-which is ordinary I hear for a marathon. Do I want to do another one? Hell no, only at the end of an Ironman.
Nothing but respect for the distance AND the awesome studs I know who dominate this! It was a good experience but someone has been calling my name from bike room lately...