I’ve had a goal of running the St George Marathon for ev-er. For 10 years I’ve either been pregnant or nursing or missed the lottery. No excuses this year! So many people want to run they have to hold a lottery for entries. Got lucky this year, won a space, did some great training and then….
I broke my hand.
I was running before the sun came up, with my friend Nancy. Just an easy 5 miler that was supposed to be my last training run before the big Olympic Triathlon in San Diego and I tripped over a rock on the trail. I told Nancy right away that I was pretty sure I broke my hand. We only had a mile left to run back the the car and once we got there my hand was so swollen that I couldn’t get my ring off.
I went home, tried to get the ring off….and couldn’t…took some ibuprofen and iced my hand all day hoping it was just jammed or a sprain even though I knew better. I eventually went to Urgent Care late that night after Jason came home from work. They had to cut my ring off and the dumb doctor was hurting my hand so bad I told him I’d do it myself. I’m hoping the jewelers can repair it. I love that ring.
The nurse (murse) was in his 60s and told me he did century bike races. He said the Tri Gods were trying to tell me something and that there was a reason I shouldn’t be doing the San Diego Tri. He made me feel better because I was already pretty sure I was going to drown during the mile ocean swim.
So…with the fat splint on my RIGHT hand I can’t write, tie my shoes, button my pants, do my own ponytail, make sandwiches or pretty much anything else that I do every day. I had to skip the last 2 weeks of runs, including 2 long training runs and to top it off, the week before the race I had surgery on my left eye. I am falling apart people.
After a week with the splint I saw a hand surgeon who told me the break was worse than I was originally told…but thankfully no hand surgery. I broke the third metacarpel, which is the bone right in the middle of your hand under your middle finger, and I broke 2 places down my pointer finger, both right by the joints/knuckles. He said I would need some therapy to make my fingers work properly again and that I would probably have some early arthritis problems, which I already have. So crappy.
He DID make me a special cast. Kind of a sandwich cast, one on top of my arm and one on the bottom that is secured by a tight sports wrap specifically so I could run the marathon.
The Monday before the race I ran a 13 miler aided by a bunch of drugs and it was great so I decided to go ahead and attempt the big race.
At the top of the mountain with my long run ladies, Leslie and Nancy:
It wasn’t too cold at the top, which made us all a little nervous that it would be way tooooo hot at the finish.
Me and Nancy:
The 4 runners from the Las Flores Ward! Nancy, Aimee, Eric and Leslie:
One more before take off:
So the race starts, it’s great, I’m loving it and I run the first 12 miles with a girl I met on mile 2 from Riverton. Super nice and just my pace. We run an average 8:35 to ‘the big hill at 7′ and we’re feeling great. At mile 13 I know I have to use the port-o, because I have 6 kids people, and I tell them I’ll catch up.
I loose my friends and run 13-16 by myself and it’s still great. I find Leslie at 17 and I’m fine until we’re approaching 18 and I’m not fine. Really not fine. My legs were fine, my tummy was fine, but suddenly I had no energy and I bonked really bad. I was so mad! I was doing everything right and I could hardly move. I don’t know if it was poor nutrition during the week, the massive bag of candy I ate on the car ride to St. George or the altitude…probably a mix of it all. Up to 17 I was on pace for a 3:45 finish time, my ultimate goal. The last 8 miles were grueling because I really had no energy. I lost my friends and slowly jogged my way to mile 23. Can you see my purple stripes?
Jason, his grandparents and his cousin waited and waved right around mile 23:
They jumped into the car and dropped off Jason closer to the finish who ran over to get a picture of me crossing the finish line.
I went right through, stopped at the cooling shower station, and went right to the med tent to get my hand iced up. It was swollen and slightly throbby. I really only noticed it around mile 15 and again near the end when my shoulder started hurting because I was holding my arm close to my chest to protect it from the crowds of runners.
The finish line!
In the park there was a runners only space where they had all you could eat ice cream, drinks, fruit and bread. I’m glad I had my phone in my pack because I never would have found Jason. There were a million people there.
With my support group from mile 23! Jason, Aimee, Carol and John Stewart and Jonathan Clarke.
The St. George Temple was just a few blocks from the finish line and on our way to the car.
My Grama Jackie was yelling at mile 23.5, not very far from Jason and crew, and had a sweet sign. She met us back at the house so we could go get some lunch. Aimee and Grama Jackie
Isn’t my sign, and Grama, awesome! I loved it!
The recap: My time sucked, but I loved the race and will absolutely do it again next year! (Crossing my fingers to get lottery lucky again!) The course was amazing, it was extremely organized and so much fun!
St George Marathon 26.2miles
Aimee’s crappy time: 4:13:04
186th place Women 30-34 Division (Out of 480 woment)
909th place Women’s Division (Out of 2,548 women)
2582nd place Overall (Includes Men and Women combined, out of 5,711 runners who finished)
The numbers make it seem crazy, but I finished in the top 40%. Next years numbers will be even awesomer!