Race Reports

My hips don’t lie

Well. That’s not the prettiest picture ever taken of me, but it’s definitely the sweatiest. At the point this picture was taken I was torn between crying out of pride and crying out of pain.

The 13.1 miles didn’t cause me a problem, really, it was the cold, the rain, the lame pacing decisions I made early on (I’m an idiot who can’t hear) and the psychological issues that caused me to have some serious emotional breakdowns that almost were harder to cope with than the blisters.

But – I did it. I ran a half-marathon. The girl who couldn’t even make it one block running just ran 13.1 miles. And I didn’t even come in last. I came in 406 out of 426 – and that’s not last. I accomplished something I didn’t think I’d ever even want to do, much less be able to. I may not have ever experienced any sort of runner’s high on the race, but I’ve experience a pride-high. It’s a weird sensation accomplishing something you thought impossible – it makes me contemplate other goals I thought were out of reach. Which is exactly the mentality I need to prepare for the marathon in 3 months.

MrZ was foresightful enough to snap this picture with his cell phone at the finish-line which officially makes him husband of the year because (a) he documented an important moment in my life and (b) he caught me smiling.

There are other things I would like to mention about this race:

  • I was miserable and crying a big chunk of the race and was SO HAPPY to see my family in the rain around mile 9. It was terrible spectating weather but somehow, seeing them (and crying about how miserable I was) helped me make it through.
  • I am smiling. The only reason I’m smiling is because I’m done. Do not misinterpret that smile as meaning I’m happy.
  • Notice the people bundled up along the finish-line. Notice I am not bundled up and I am wet. My hands were like ice cubes. Painful ice cubes.
  • The lack of a crowd around the finish-line only reminded me how close to the end I was. 400+ people finished ahead of me and less than 20 were behind me. I told you I was slow.
  • That girl you see behind me was my salvation. I started contemplating walking the last mile I was so cold, so tired, in such pain, and just depressed. But she and I started talking and the last mile ended up being kinda fun. KINDA.
  • LilZ did run me to the finish-line because I asked him to, but he bolted before the boundary so that they wouldn’t wonder about his number or time. He was also VERY cold. Did I mention the cold already?
  • I realized right before the 13-mile mark that my long-sleeve shirt was covering up my race number that they would need to tear my tab off of, that is why my shirt is just pulled up a bit. I didn’t want to take it off because I was cold and somehow I felt like it would keep me warmer even though it was paper-thin and soaking wet.

50 thoughts on “My hips don’t lie”

  1. Good for you!! I am the you 4 mos ago who thinks maybe you are a little crazy for even wanting to do this, but a little envious that you now can. Maybe one day, or then again, maybe not. πŸ™‚

  2. You should be damn proud of yourself, Zoot! And if it hurts so badly you want to cry, but you kept going anyway? That means you left it all out on the course. You totally rock. Be proud. Rest up. Good recovery is the key to your next race.

  3. you rock!!!!!!!

    (I can’t put enough exclamation on that. Hope you are laying down now instead of reading this)

  4. That is one great picture of you because you just accomplished something huge. And you still look cute, sweaty and all.

    Mr. Zoot will need to do some pampering.

  5. I read all the time and never comment, but I really wanted to say–Congratulations! You are such an inspiration to a beginning runner like me! Well done!

  6. Awesome Job! I admire what you did. πŸ™‚
    Hope everything stops hurting soon!

    Did you receive my email about SOTM? Hope you did.


  7. That is FANTASTIC! Go, Zoot, go! I love that feeling of accomplishment after I do a hard run. I rarely feel that runner’s high, but the pride-high is totally worth the effort. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful job!

  8. YOu da bomb baby! And its the mental tough that is always he hardest. You’ll get there and you’ learn and go zoot go!!!

  9. Wooo Hooo!

    You are making me feel like I need to get off my butt and do something. If you can do it with two kids and a job and a husband and an active TV-watching life, I can do it, too. Right?!


    That is truly an AWESOME achievement and major cyber-kudos to you! Thanks for the inspiration!

  11. Congrats, Zoot! I’ve been trying to start running and have had some difficulty with it, so I was wondering if you had any advice or tips that you picked up from when you started?

  12. I think it’s absolutely awesome, how well you’re doing!

    But take it from an old-ex-jockette who has a knee-replacement in her future…. don’t ignore the knee and hip pain!

    Think how proud LilZ must be, and what a great example you’re setting for him, about determination, and courage and commitment!!

  13. oo-rah! congrats on your achievement. Ben directed me over here, so I’ll have to catch up on your backstory later, but a half-mary is a great accomplishment. Two words for you — Ice Bath. Soak in cold water, as cold as you can stand it, for at leats 15 minutes (or longer) as soon as possible after that distance and you’ll be fine the next day.

  14. Yay, Zoot!

    Seriously. Inspirational. Kind of makes we want to go running myself (if there wasn’t so much snow outside, and the paths weren’t icy, and it wasn’t so much more comfy on my couch.) BUT – a treadmill is on the ‘Christmas List’ πŸ™‚

    Love seeing that smile as you crossed the finish line. Cheers to you.

  15. You’re amazing! It’s so great to read about someone completing a goal that they didn’t believe was even possible a short time ago. πŸ™‚

  16. Happy happy HAPPY day. SOOO proud of you.

    So tell the truth…does all of this running assauge the guilt of eating mass quantities of donuts and bagels? Because if so, running may be my only resort….god knows the elliptical doesn’t do it.

    PS – I think your finish line picture looks great; you look faintly ornery as in ‘bring on Mardi Gras’. Congrats.

  17. Good for you!!! I am so proud of you and look at your for inspiration… sweat and all! πŸ™‚

    I can remember when I finished boot-camp – after the grueling hours, endless hours of fitness camps and the late night drilling… that as I walked through graduation – I had did it. My parents didn’t talk to anyone to get me graduation, or that I squeaked by. It’s that pride-high and I remember it like yesterday (20 some years ago).

    Congrats – you are amazing to yourself and to your family.

  18. since i don’t think i will ever grow up, i won’t aspire to be you, but wow. seriously wow. you should be very very proud of yourself.

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