Pre-race was the same as it’s ever been, people lining up at the Marta stations, folks in costumes and beer. I’ve never understood how these folks can do it but the beer drinkers will not be stopped. Holy water was also sprinkled by a catholic priest right before he ascent to cardiac hill (I get it every year), the street apostles warned us that the end was near and there were some folks politicking against using tax money for a new stadium. All par for the course.
The wait for the train was not long, maybe 5 minutes and we were off.
Then we arrived at Lenox, and that’s where things got a little bit funky. The runners and walkers are routed up the side streets leading up to Peachtree Road. This year, was the same but my start wave was routed much further down then we had to back track to get to the wave (L in my case). Once queued up I got my usual case of the bubble guts. Everything settled down once we hit the start line.
The run was pretty good, mile one started at usual pace, mile 2 a bit faster. Unlike last year every time there was a water station, I drank, not that warm water they serve but the Powerade that I was carrying with me (as I’m a sweaty diabetic runner). Mile 3 I was feeling good my pace was good, enough for me to post a better time than last year. Then just after the 3 mile mark, it hit me. I started feeling dizzy. I slowed down and then walked. Caught my breath and got my bearings back. I stopped, drank and walk after every mile thereafter and was not at all pleased. Especially considering that the weather (though humid) was nowhere near as bad as last year because it was overcast during the time I was out there. I ran about 5.5 of the 6.2 miles.
I didn’t hang around and take any of those finisher photos this year, but I did manage to get this guy to take a photo of me.
I stopped at the medical tent for good measure. I thought I could make it home fine but stopped anyway to get my blood sugar checked and it was SKY HIGH. Honestly I think it was a meter problem. I could eat cookies and cake all day and not hit 198, I’d just had labs done last week and had an A1C of 4.8 so this was really flukey to me. When I got home, I was in the 70s. At any rate by the time I got home I had an additional problem, one that I felt approaching while in the medical tent.
Overall Peachtree is the same as it ever was, hot, crowded, but fun. It’s unfortunate that I spent a half of it not feeling well, hence the title of this post. For two years in a row, I didn’t feel well, even after all the training and doing everything right (I did do something wrong yesterday, yeah that spinach salad). I’m thinking at least right now, that this might be the end of me running in races of this size in the summertime. The jury is out on this decision until March, that’s when registration for the 2013 race takes place.
If you ran in the Peachtree Road Race or another race for this 4th of July, let me know how you fared in the comments.
Until next time, see you on the trail.
previously posted on the soon to be discontinued mssoulpower.com
On July 4, 2010 50,043 folks and I ran and walked down Peachtree to Piedmont Park in the 40thPeachtree Road Race in Atlanta, GA. Always held on the 4th of July rain or shine, folks have been lacing up since 1970. This year I completed my 12th and it was just as special as all others.
Puttin’ in Work
This year I got a little more serious about the training. I figured lighter equals faster so I worked on my diet and got started building up base miles a bit earlier. I also made sure to stick to the regimen regardless of any distractions, outside/inside, physical and mental and trust me there were plenty. I don’t follow any specific program or anything, just one that works best for me. Knowing that I’ll not be able to repeat any of my times from the mid 90s when I first started doing it, the goal was to finish faster than last year – that goal was attained.
Being in a late time group (slow runners, walkers and folks who didn’t turn in times from previous 10ks) my schedule is always the same, get down to Lenox about one hour before my time group gets to the start line, chill out, talk to the folks around me and start running when they say go. This year the weather was perfect. Having suffered through most of June with 90 degree heat daily and high humidity, this morning felt more like May, trust me I was THANKFUL. The only glitch was GETTING to Lenox. You must have a BREEZE card to get on Marta (our rail system) all of the machines weren’t working at Doraville, the line was a MILE long and it took nearly an hour from arrival in the lot to boarding the train. Back in the day, prior to the electronic set up, you got a token or placed exact change in the bucket and went right through the turnstiles. That was a BREEZE – the BREEZE card, not so much. This card has been in use the last three years that I participated in the Peachtree Road Race but this year, was a hassle.
Once getting to Lenox, for the first time I believe EVER I had to go to the bathroom – the long wait without any sweating took its toll and let me tell you the Port-a-John’s were as nasty as ever but you have to do what you have to do. Did I say that the weather was perfect?
Outside of the long Marta lines, the course was fine, the runners were fine, no one fell out that I know of, there was no ambulance activity. The music was great, the crowds were there to cheer all of us on and give us the energy we need to get up the dreaded Cardiac Hill. For the first time since 1996 I think I was able to run the entire course, no stops, no walking and it felt GOOD!
Why I do it
Because I have to. There were four years since my first in 1995 that I didn’t run or walk it for various reasons, all of which in hindsight were lame. I say I have to do it because it gives me a reason to stay on track with my fitness goals. I have to do it because training for it keeps me sane. Many a problem, many a bout of depression as well as many good days have been spent on the road or in the park or on the treadmill running. Besides, the years that I didn’t run Peachtree I felt like something was missing on the 4th of July.
This originally appeared in my soon to be phased out blog mssoulpower.com
As long as I’m upright and above ground, healthy and living in the metro, I’ll be waking up and running down Peachtree Street with all the other nut jobs, talking about long Marta lines, nasty Port-a-Johns and laughing at some of the silly costumes seen in route and of course copping the coveted Peachtree Tee. I love it, wouldn’t trade it for the world and if you’re in the area, I invite you to join me next year for Peachtree 41, my 13th. Registration is in March.
Pre-Race – it’s all mental
Thoughts on #13
So #13 is a wrap, it wasn’t the best ever but it was an experience and at the end of the day, it is all about the experience, whether good, bad or in between. You can believe that if I’m on this earth in 2012, I’ll be headed down Peachtree street again with 59,999 of my closest friends.