I have been having a lot of pain in my lower back recently, so I took a little time off to let it heal. All seemed to be going well, so I did two short (about 3 miles each) runs during the week leading up to the Army Ten Miler on October 24th. Both runs were great...no pain during or after...so I thought I was good to go. My PT also agreed that whatever was causing the pain, most likely my degenerative discs, had calmed down and I was back to normal. This made me so happy because I had been looking forward to this race for months. My lovely friend, Megan, asked me if I would like to take her husband's bib. He is in the Army, and they knew when they registered that there would be a chance that he wouldn't be around on race weekend. That turned out to be the case, so I was lucky enough to get the chance to transfer in to the sold out race.
|Eek! The excitement! (I'm WAY in the back!)|
Race day comes and I'm feeling great. Megan and I set out at a decent pace and we were passing folks right and left for the first 4 miles. And then it happened...a small twinge of pain in my lower back. It was just a passing pain, so I had high hopes that it wouldn't come back and we could keep it up. By mile 5, I knew this wasn't the case. It had come back a few more times over that mile and I just knew it was going to keep getting worse. At mile 5, I told Megan to go on without me and I was going to stop and walk for bit to access the situation. I walked for just a minute or two and the pain was gone, so I tried to pick it up again. I made it to the 6 mile mark and decided to stop again and walk through the water stop. By this point, I knew that running the rest of the race was not going to happen. The only way I could finish was if I added in the walking breaks to give my back a rest. At first I hoped I could run a mile, and then walk for a minute or two...that seemed like it would work, but it only lasted one cycle. It was then, run half a mile and walk a bit. This worked until I hit mile 9. At this point, I was hurting A LOT. The walking only gave me a slight break in the pain. I probably did more walking than running for that last mile. I'm sure the pain was evident on my face; it took everything I had not to just stop and cry. (Pathetic, I know.) Then I heard someone say, "The finish like is just around the curve." I refused to walk across the finish line, so I just told myself to suck it up and give it everything I had to run across the finish line.
So, I did complete the Army Ten Miler. I finished in 1:56:17. Definitely not a great time, but considering all the time I had to take off leading up to the race and the insane pain I was feeling during the race, I'm ok with it. Despite all the pain and discomfort, I really enjoyed this race. My mom was there to support me, I got to spend time with one of my best friends, the race atmosphere was incredible, and I was wearing a super cute camo skirt (Sorry, I don't have any photos...security was tight, so I didn't mess with taking a camera). I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I can fix whatever it is that seems to be broken with me and run this race again next year.
I think that is enough for now. I will wait until the next post to give you the low down on what has happened since the race. I'll give you a small hint...there hasn't been any running...thus my depression. Ugh.