This past weekend was the annual Flying Pig marathon here in Cincinnati. Included in the many activities of the weekend are several race options and one can participate in as many of them as they desire, even earn a special medal for doing 3 or 4 of them. I did the 10K on Saturday. My first 10K.
If you’ll remember from my previous post I had hopes that this one would be easier than my first 15K from a little over a month ago. It was but only because it was shorter. I had the goal to train/exercise more in preparation, but that goal never panned out not surprisingly. Life and just plain laziness has gotten in the way of going to the gym. I regretted it to be sure on the day of the race.
I met up with one of my old coworkers for the first few miles. We ran a bit, mostly walked. He took off due to needing to be back at the start/finish line to do the 5K with his grandson. My speed was threatening his bubble of time between the races. I knew he would break off from me at some point though. He literally runs marathons like it’s his job now that he’s retired.
After the race I was definitely sore, but not nearly as sore as I was after the mini-heart 15K. What really wasn’t happy with me were my feet. I chose the wrong socks and the pattern slowly imbedded their weave into the sole of my feet. By the end of the race I had some pretty impressive blisters. All of the professional photos of me during the race I just looked in pain.
With all that being said I accomplished my two goals for the day: I finished the race and I wasn’t dead last.
You’ll notice I didn’t pay the money for the professional photos. I screenshot them, like all cheapskates of the world, and then zoomed in. For those 7 pictures they want $40! If I just wanted 1 picture then it’d be $19! No thank you. I didn’t look so good or athletic in any of these that it warranted laying down that kind of cash not to have a watermark stamped across my face.
The next day on Sunday I was a medical volunteer grunt. My shift was 5am-3pm (or whenever they didn’t need me anymore). I ended up getting downtown at 445am (super painful) and leaving about 1230. Not too terrible.
They had me partnered with an incredibly chipper PA (physician’s assistant) student in one of the medical transport vans. Our job was to go out onto the course and retrieve runners that needed to come back to the main medical tent for whatever reason. Most of our patients’ needs were either due to cramping or dehydration issues. Other vans had fall injuries and the like too. The main challenge was the traffic patterns. We had to figure out creative ways of getting to our patients since they had the normal traffic patterns all disturbed. A lot of the time we just jumped out of the van and ran to our downed runner while the van circled the block to get closer to us. I actually ran more on Sunday than I did on Saturday during my actual race!
Ironically the PA student and I fell into our respective rolls without discussion. She fell right into accessing and intervention while I fell into my normal circulating nurse duties and documented everything while accessing as well. I also automatically absorbed the responsibilities of keeping our supplies up/organized, manning the 2-way radio, and navigating for the van driver.
The entire experience was very fun and very much outside my box. I was very nervous about having to do a code out on the marathon course on someone who wasn’t prepared for it and had a heart attack or something. Luckily that didn’t happen. They didn’t announce a single emergency code on the radio, so as far as I know there wasn’t one at all the whole day.
My thought process during all of my races over the past few years was that I’d eventually work my way up to a full marathon. After volunteering on Sunday I’ve now seen my first full and half marathons. I have to say that from an observer’s standpoint, not a lot of the runners looked like they were having a very fun time after a certain point. I could see the attraction after the fact to be able to say you did it, but during the actual race it did not look the least bit fun. It’s making me second guess the whole thought process. Maybe I’ll just concentrate on improving my 10K time and endurance for now, and continue volunteering the half/full.
I have one more 10K race I’ve already registered for this year, at the beginning of June. It’s the Miles for Migraines 10K. Yet again, my goal is to actually train for it, or at least to work out regularly before it. We’ll see if I actually buckle down this time, maybe improve my time and endurance a bit?