I went down to Richmond this weekend to participate in the McDonald’s Half-Marathon. I signed up for it a month ago figuring I love running and I love McDonald’s, so why not?
Unfortunately, I had been too idealistic because there were no McDonald’s coupons in my race packet and I had neglected to train for the race. So, I woke up at 7 a.m. on Saturday completely unprepared and made my way to the starting line praying that my body would miraculously compensate for the lack of training.
I was doing everything I could during the 13.1 miles to keep my mind off the pain of running when I started brainstorming for my blog (I have no explanation for the things that cross my mind when I run). I decided that I’d like to add a “Priceless Sunday” edition dedicated to the things in life you can’t put a price on (think of that one credit card commercial). Since Sunday is considered by many a non-working day or day of rest, I found it appropriate that Sundays be set aside for the lessons that money can’t buy. This blog decision occurred right before I hit a figurative wall at mile seven.
I guess since the longest run I’ve done in the last couple months has been seven miles, my body knew exactly when to start shutting down. I ran the next six miles with the chills, nausea, and feeling like my running shoes suddenly turned into 20 pound bricks. At this point the only thoughts that ran through my head were how much I hated running and myself for letting this happen.
Finally, I spotted the finish. I was more comforted by the ambulances waiting there then I was the actual finish line and people cheering. When I dragged myself across the finish, I found a secluded spot on the sidewalk so I could curl up in a ball and erase the memories of the most painful race I’ve done. Eventually the endorphins kicked in and I was able to see the race in a more positive light even though I was unable to walk properly.
So, to sum up the McDonald’s Half-Marathon:
- Race Entry- $80 (Running is my one weak spot when it comes to spending money)
- Filling up the gas tank to make the trip- $21
- Pre-race bagel- $2.19
- Realizing it’s desperately time to get back in shape: Priceless