DATE: June 28, 2008
LOCATION: Sunriver, Oregon
My first marathon was in Sunriver in 2005 and it has become a tradition for me (and my family) to return every year. So when I realized I could make it my 50th marathon, I jumped at the chance. My running buddy Jon Dotson, also came to Sunriver with his family, after I told him about how much I liked the race.
I arrived in Sunriver with my family a few days before the race, and was looking forward to not only my 50th marathon, but my 100th race. I didn’t think too much about the weather, but that would prove to be the biggest hurdle.
On race morning I walked to the start area from our rental house. It’s usually really chilly in the high desert at 7am, but this time is seemed to be pretty warm. At the start I realized it was almost 70 degrees, that was a sign of things to come. My buddy Jon wanted to run a 3:30, so that was also my goal. I started running pretty good, but realized after a few miles that the heat might be an issue. As I approached the 10 mile marker, I realized I was barely going to run a 1:45 half which meant a 3:30 was probably not going to happen. I finished the first half in 1:43, and was hoping for a sold second loop.
As the second half went on I was told the temperatures were in close to 90 degrees and I was feeling it. I slowed way down as the loop went on. When I got to about mile 19 or 20 I was starting to walk at times. When I got to mile 22, my stomach was not feeling good and I was walking a lot. Jon caught up to me as I was walking, and asked if I was okay. I told him I was not and he stuck with me. In the last few miles I was feeling sick and at one point had to stop and threw up the liquids that I had in my system. I ended up walking the last four miles and ended up finishing in 4:14:51. Which meant my second half was 2:32.
When I finish a marathon, there is a great feeling. When you run a really good time or struggle to finish you feel like the medal is even more deserved. That was the feeling I had after this one. I went back to the house and rested the rest of the day and felt so much better. It was by far the worst marathon, but at least I finished!
LOCATION: Sunriver, Oregon
My first marathon was in Sunriver in 2005 and it has become a tradition for me (and my family) to return every year. So when I realized I could make it my 50th marathon, I jumped at the chance. My running buddy Jon Dotson, also came to Sunriver with his family, after I told him about how much I liked the race.I arrived in Sunriver with my family a few days before the race, and was looking forward to not only my 50th marathon, but my 100th race. I didn’t think too much about the weather, but that would prove to be the biggest hurdle.
On race morning I walked to the start area from our rental house. It’s usually really chilly in the high desert at 7am, but this time is seemed to be pretty warm. At the start I realized it was almost 70 degrees, that was a sign of things to come. My buddy Jon wanted to run a 3:30, so that was also my goal. I started running pretty good, but realized after a few miles that the heat might be an issue. As I approached the 10 mile marker, I realized I was barely going to run a 1:45 half which meant a 3:30 was probably not going to happen. I finished the first half in 1:43, and was hoping for a sold second loop.
As the second half went on I was told the temperatures were in close to 90 degrees and I was feeling it. I slowed way down as the loop went on. When I got to about mile 19 or 20 I was starting to walk at times. When I got to mile 22, my stomach was not feeling good and I was walking a lot. Jon caught up to me as I was walking, and asked if I was okay. I told him I was not and he stuck with me. In the last few miles I was feeling sick and at one point had to stop and threw up the liquids that I had in my system. I ended up walking the last four miles and ended up finishing in 4:14:51. Which meant my second half was 2:32.
When I finish a marathon, there is a great feeling. When you run a really good time or struggle to finish you feel like the medal is even more deserved. That was the feeling I had after this one. I went back to the house and rested the rest of the day and felt so much better. It was by far the worst marathon, but at least I finished!
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