The weekend started on Friday with the expo. I originally was told I would be working the DICK'S booth, but never heard anything from my contacts so I made arrangements to work the BattleFrog race. Friday morning at 8:30 I received a text asking if I was working for DICK'S. Since I was under contract with them I decided to work for them. Half way though the day I decided I wanted to talk to people about running a great race so I ended up going to BattleFrog for the remainder of the day. Saturday morning was the 5K for the marathon. I went down to the meet up at 7:30 and got to talk to a few people, but I was trying to focus on the race and making sure I stayed loose. My plan for the race was just run a easy race and try not injure myself. As I stood in the starting gate all I could think of was "man do I have to piss." As the gun went off I was hoping it would pass, but it got worse and thankfully in the Northside I passed a port-o-potty and was able to relieve myself. I got back on track and cruised in at a 24:51. I felt great and I ran a smart race. I didn't go out fast and I held back enough that I thought Sunday was going to be the day I PR my half.
Sunday: Race Day: I woke up and I felt great. I kept telling myself "today is the day". I got down to the starting area a bit early so I could go stretch and use the bathroom in the SCRR room. I ended up talking to a gentleman that I have ran a few times with. We were both in Corral A and decided that we would pace each other. We both wanted to finish right around 1:30. As the race started I quickly realized that it was going to be hard to get around the crowd of runners. We found ourselves running with the 1:40 pace group for the first 2 miles. On mile 3 we made our move to break free and gain some time and that is when my old calf injury decided to show his ugly face. I felt my leg get tight and I had to tell my running friend to go on without me. I kept trying to talk to myself and say anything I could to make me forget about the pain. Once I hit the West End Bridge I had to walk. I was still holding a 8 something pace and kept telling myself "I am down but I am not out" I tried to get back into a groove but the tightness was getting worse. I ended up just walking a bit and running for the remainder of the race. I finished in a time of 2:00:46. Once again not a bad time for running injured, but not what I wanted. I feel like I just wasted 4 months of my best training cycle to have it taken by an injury. I am still okay with how I did and I am happy I was able to finish the race. I am not going to lower my head over this race or beat myself up. Sometimes we aren't dealt the cards we need. Today I got dealt a shitty hand but I made it work for me. finishing the race today was still good enough to get me my 3rd medal of the weekend for the Runner Of Steel Challenge.I am hoping that my fellow running friends did better than I did. I noticed the weather was giving a lot of runners problems. Someone at the beginning of the race said "these are the perfect conditions for no excuses." Ummm I don't know how you can say that when most of us trained in artic temperatures for most of the training and it just so happens the hottest day to date is race day. The struggle was real. I saw people puking, walking, and just looking beat down. I have come to realize that Pittsburgh is not the marathon you want to use to define you as a runner. You never know what the hell you are going to get.
So what is on the schedule for me next? I will take a week or 2 off and hopefully this damn leg will finally get back to normal. I think the first race I am doing is the Gateway Mile in June. It's always a fun 1 mile race that is free, and it lets you see where you stand before the liberty Mile. After that I have a few more that I will post next week at some point. Hopefully I get to see you at one.
If you ran PGH how did you do? was the weather a factor?



