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3 Ways, Pigs, and Throttling Elvis

Sunday, May 04, 2014

Today, I finished the Flying Pig Skyline 3 Way Challenge. Yesterday, I did the Flying Pig 10K and 5K. Today, I did the Flying Pig Half Marathon. If I wasn't so sore, I might give King a good strangulating.

Friday night, as I was trying to get the dogs in bed, I explained what I had on tap this weekend. King did this:

"What," he asked, "Is a 10K, 5K, and half marathon?" So I explained it to him in detail. He did this:

Yes, Elvis laughed at me. So I threatened to bring home another cat.

That's right, he gave me the stink eye.

So, we went to bed. In the morning, I went downtown and walked the 10 K and the 5 K. No running. Conditioning is way down and weight is way high. If I were to try to run much, I would have leg issues and completing the challenge would be in doubt. After the 5 K, I gathered my stuff at the gear check and headed to the car and my troubles began. I parked, as I eventually figured out, in the Fountain Square parking garage. The 5 K finished down along the river. From the gear check to Fountain Square was over a mile and over 100 vertical feet. Once I got to Fountain Square, I couldn't remember which garage I parked in. It took about 20 minutes of wandering around various garages before I came across my car. OF course, when I got home, the dogs wanted to know why I was so late. I said I couldn't remember which garage my car was in and it took a while to find it. Elvis was less than sympathetic.

Again, I threatened him with another cat.

Today, I got up extra early and headed down for the half marathon. I kind of put myself on autopilot driving down, parked, headed to my Pig Pen (I swear it was in Indiana), and hit it.

It was hard not to run. I specifically wore cargo shorts over my running shorts to remind myself I was walking. IF I ran early, I would be boned later. I didn't have any extra matches to be burning early just because everybody else was dancing and running. Finishing was the most important thing.

Somewhere around mile 4, the huge blisters on the bottom of my heels started screaming. I got these things towards the end of the 10 K. I was kind of concerned about how they would affect the half. They stayed quiet until sometime after mile 4.

Mile 6, if I remember right, marked the start of the climb up to Eden Park. At this point, I was somewhere around 15 minutes per mile. This was good. I was looking at crossing mile 10 in the neighborhood of 2 hours 36 minutes. That would get me in with a chip time of 3 hours, 20 minutes, or so. Given the amount of climbing coming up, I knew those numbers wouldn't hold, but didn't expect too much slippage from them. Things were looking good for a respectable time and, most importantly, getting to the finishing straight before the beer hand up people ran out.

Until around mile 8, I was in my own little world. 15 minutes before the start, I put in my headphones and turned on the only appropriate play list for a Cincinnati race: my Raisins, psychodots, and Bears playlist. Saturday, I got through psychodots "Terminal Man" cd, Rob Fetters "Musician" cd, and all of my Bears. Today, I started off with the Raisins "Everything and More" and then "The Raisins". I was in heaven, completely oblivious to the world around me.

Just before mile 8, my sister jumped out of the crowd and gave me a hug. She had dropped my niece off at a fluid stop on the full marathon course and came back to look for me. I think it was last weekend she did a half marathon in Nashville with our older sister. Earlier this year, our older sister broke her knee cap. It wasn't healed yet, but she did the half marathon anyhow. Remember my mamby pamby blisters. If The Ancient One did a half with a broken kneecap, I had no excuse to do anything but finish. My sister followed the course and talked with me until the finishing straight. She caught up with me at the finish and we found a nice grassy area to plop down and hang out. It was sometime after she left to find her car and go pick up my niece, that I remembered where I parked.

Yep, over one mile away and over 100 vertical feet up. I think it took longer to get to the car than it did to do the half. When I got home and hobbled through the door, Elvis greeted me with compassion.

And again, I threatened him with yet another cat.

When I got out of the shower, I found these thieves in the house:

That's Morty on the right. Sometimes, you just can't win...

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    Elvis and Morty were a howl!!!! Looks like they did the race, at least they got the medals. CONGRATULATIONS!!! From your summary you really enjoyed the three pigs. Now I hope you can relax for some time!

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