marathon foto FTW

Thanks for all the nice comments after my ridiculous whiney, poor poor Jena post on Sunday evening. You guys are nice & I’m whiney. We can still be friends, right?

I took a break Monday from the blog so I could try to think of some positive things about my race. I’m still thinking, but I’ll be back some time in the near future to reflect on that doozy of a race.


That KT tape job is why my knee hurts. that is a jacked up tape job. Let me tell you what happened; I taped my knee before I went to bed, like I usually do. At approximately 2am a herd of elephants arrived in the room above us and proceeded to stampede around for the next 2 hrs. Sometime between 2 –3am I was doing a lot of tossing & turning and the green tape started peeling off. I got up and 3am. pretty sure that is what led to the faulty tape job. It’s fine, my knee is feeling better now, so I’m not so cranky about that anymore.


95% of my pictures have this exact same face. cute.


This picture below is the winner – seriously. my face is awesomeimage

love it.

I’m such a good sport. ha ha ha

but seriously. I PR’d. so, that’s great! I had a rough race, that’s bad. I think I put way to much pressure on myself for this race. who do I think I am anyways? No one cares how I race but me. I mean, of course my team hopes I succeed, but they aren’t going to shun me if I have a bad race. (right guys?..right?) and. I did succeed. I PR’d. I have to just keep telling myself that. I didn’t have the 2 min PR that I wanted, but 30 seconds is better than none, so I’ll be happy with that.

I know I have a sub 1:50 in me. I know I do, but Sunday wasn’t my day. My day IS coming..soon. I have a few other half-marathons on my schedule from now until March.

I’ll get that darn 1:50 if it kills me.


WHM recap in pictures because trust me, you don’t want me to talk about it.

Thanks to Aaron for letting me use some of his pictures in this post.

7AM: GO!


get a good look at that smile, because it doesn’t appear again.. at all

sometimes in the next 13 miles: (somewhere between 7 & 8)

heading onto the pier .. 7 or 8? I don’t know. my brain is fried @ this point

exiting the pier. hallelujah. what good attitude I had also exited at this point.

Hmm, now that I really look @ this picture – I’m not sure where it’s at. There were no cars parked like that on the pier… Aaron? Anyone? Where was this?

There are no pictures from miles 9-12. hallelujah for that as well. I was on pace for the first 9 miles – I was rockin’ it btwn 8:18-8:20 pretty nicely..and then… it just fell apart. I’m a gigantic wimp when it comes to inclines so I’m probably just being a baby but there was a gradual incline at mile 9 and it’s pretty obvious when you look @ my splits that I came unraveled at that point.

The Suncoast Running (our local running store) was at mile 10. I was quite excited to see them as I was counting down the miles until I would see some people i  knew again. that’s sad, right? JM handed me some gatorade, I cussed at her, and then headed off again. I really just wanted to stop and hang out w/ them – that would have been way more fun then running the rest of the race. JM then proceeded to drag me through the next mile. She caught up with me and carried me kicking & screaming through the stupid Tropicana Field. .. she didn’t literally carry me, but that would have been cool. I’m 100% sure that she saved me from dying. I know for a fact that I would have stopped to walk at least twice through that mile, but she is a real drill Sergeant and wouldn’t let me walk.

Suncoast Running was also at mile 12 (it was across the street from 10) so she dumped me there and made me finish by myself. I grabbed 3 cups of water from this stop. (I’m greedy & hot).. I dumped 2 on my head, 1 in my mouth. I hobbled through the last mile and finally crossed the finish line.


The deets: because you didn’t really come here to look at 500 angry pictures of me, did you?


WHM splits 2011-2

On a positive note, I PR’d by 30 seconds…so there’s that. A 2nd positive note, I was on pace for the first 9 miles.. 3rdly ……… {crickets}  I got a pretty finisher’s medal with a pretty charm that I put on a pretty charm bracelet. No pictures right now. I’m tired and don’t feel like it. maybe tomorrow. Oh 4thly, you should thank me for not posting the original recap I wrote of this race. It’s long & whiney. If you thought this recap was whiney, think again, the other one was ridiculous.

Here’s the thing: I feel like an idiot. I’m embarrassed. I feel like I talked all this shit, and then didn’t perform. I know I can’t control the weather and I can’t control the course (although I can control not ever doing this race again). But, it’s still frustrating to not meet a goal..or any of the goals I set for this race.

Other things to note:

  • running on brick street sucks
  • running on astro turf sucks worse (ahem..tropicana field)
  • I had a cramp starting @ mile 3 and subsiding @ 7.5 (fun times)
  • my hips felt like exploding
  • my R knee is killing me
  • I could barely lift my left arm when I crossed the finish line (???)
  • there was no cold water at the finish line
  • publix cookies are really yummy
  • we had record highs today
  • my nickname in school was Whiner Griner – so this recap is right up my alley- whiney

Hopefully when I wake up Monday morning I’ll feel all sunshiney & rainbows again.