The PEC marathon was a disaster. Personally, I wasn’t prepared and it showed. In retrospect I don’t know how I pulled Ottawa off so well. Around 29 km I decided to stop my pace. My first half was a respectable 1:50-ish. From 29 it was quite down hill. I walked many kilometres in the end. I am, however, really proud of myself for finishing.
What helped make the day even worse was the weather. It was easily the worst weather for any race I have ever done. When I stopped to walk, especially near the end, I got quite cold, windy, and uncomfortable. Thankfully I had Alex and Cathie there to help me stabilize in time for the motorcycle ride back to Kingston.
The motorcycle ride to Picton at 6:00 am was awful. It was rainy, cold, and dark. The back end of my bike slid out when I was on the 401 on-ramp–not a way you want to start your acceleration to 100+ km/h. The ride back afterwards made up for it.
I read this week about the 100 year old who completed the Scotiabank Toronto Waterfront Marathon. The guy goes 12-16 km a day. I’d like to do that. I’m currently in a bit of a post-run sloth period but I will have to pick things up soon in preparation for my Christmas holidays.
Anyway, I’m alive.
I’m so glad you’re alive! I bet your readers have been worried.
You were a champ at PEC, Ryan. You should be proud! You did great! Next time it’s raining, take my car.
I didn’t even try to run that race, so you came out way ahead of me.