I didn’t write about my recent foray into competitive sports. I mean, for me it wasn’t competitive except that I was competitive against myself to keep going. But it was hugely competitive for others. Many were doing it to qualify for the Boston marathon or to beat team members or many other reasons to compete.
On Sunday, January 18, 2008, I took part in the P.F. Chang’s Rock ‘n’ Roll 1/2 marathon. 13.1 miles of concrete, bands, and sweat (it was in Phoenix and it was a warm day, afterall). Ok, I don’t sweat much, which is actually a problem. But I digress.
I walked the 13.1 miles. While it doesn’t seem like much (and honestly, I often walk much further than that), when you’re on a schedule and have to make it to certain points by a certain time, there is some pressure in the walking. I walked a steady 15-minute mile throughout the race (including the bathroom break at the 7 mile mark). I think, though, that I surprised myself with that. I thought I was slowing down toward the end and picked up the pace so I wouldn’t make my brothers and sister-in-law wait too long (they had run it in 2:15 and 2:37). I ended up walking the entire course in 3:34 (They met me for the last .1 of a mile and we all walked across the finish line together (they crossed for the second time) — very cool).
Because of all of the medication I have been on for the bronchitis, I got dehydrated (when I thought I was properly hydrating myself). Because of that, I got some kind of toxemia and as soon as I stopped walking, my muscles all cramped up. It was so severe that I couldn’t walk to the car after the race and couldn’t get out of bed for the next 2 days (I literally couldn’t walk). I feel stupid but I’m also really glad that I did it.
But wait, there’s more! In November I had stubbed my big toe (that one on the right) and had hurt it pretty bad. Blood now graces one of the classrooms in the College of Education and I’ve forever left my mark (or for as long as that carpet is there). I kept thinking said toenail would fall off. It hung on, though. It just would not fall off.
Two months later, I’m getting ready for the 1/2 marathon and notice that the toenail is definitely on its way out. At that point, it was kind of attached partially on the left side of the toe. I had considered pulling it off. However, both my sister-in-law (a nurse) and my sister (who also works at the hospital) warned me against it. “Let it fall off by itself,” came the admonishment. I guess you can cause damage to the new nail by tugging at an old one.
Two weeks and a 1/2 marathon later, that toenail will NOT fall off. It just hangs on (and the toenail beneath is really scary). In addition, the toenail on the large toe of my left foot has now turned black & blue. It seems I bruised it during the 1/2 marathon.
While I’m proud of myself for completing the 1/2 marathon and am considering doing some condition training (5Ks and 10Ks) to do more of them, I don’t think I’ll be posting any photos of my feet for a long time.
*This post brought to you by the lint-watchers society of America, whose motto is “If it’s there, write about it!”