I just now realised that I left you in the unknown. The last time I posted, I couldn’t move because of back pain and I was only two days away from my A-race. (Well, the race that was my number one goal-race before I knew about my marathon debut in Berlin this September.)
I took pain killers and pills for muscle relaxation, but the latter made me feel worst. I slept the whole day on Friday and I felt tired on Saturday, too. Not knowing if I could run or not, I decided to pick up my race bib on Saturday afternoon.
When I woke up on Sunday morning, I felt better. Not as perfect as I would have hoped for my Sub-2h attempt, but ok. I took another pain-killer, something I had said I would never do. Taking a pain-killer before running 21 km just doesn’t seem right. It still doesn’t seem like a smart thing to do, but with a thick scarf around my neck, I got to the subway and felt ready to run.
As soon as I got to the start area, I handed in my backpack and got into the line for the Port-A-Potties. The line was way to long, and there were not enough Port-A-Potties for 6000 runners. With over a half hour left, I wasn’t worried, but I waited, and the time rushed. It was five minutes til the gun went of and there were still ten people in front of me. I didn’t want to worry about having to pee during the run, so I did something I had never done before: I hurried to the bushes.
I made it to the start just in time. I got to the 2:00 runners, and as soon as the gun went of, I ran.
The night before, I decided that I would try to finish in under two hours. The plan was to run between 5:20 and 5:30 minutes for every kilometer. Yes, I actually planned to run faster than the 1:59:59 i needed for a Sub 2.
Running with this pace also ment risking a DNF. I wasn’t feeling well for the past two days and my legs were tired from all the racing I did this month. However, I wanted to reach my goal, so I had to risk a DNF.
Lucky me, my legs feel good from the beginning. We run on the famous Reeperbahn, and down to the harbour. At km 5 we crossed the start line a second time and repeated the first 5 km.
Even though my legs felt great, running was hard. We run along the harbour and past the central station. I took a PowerBar Hydro Gel at km 13 to give me energy for the last miles.
As soon as I knew it, I was running next to the Alster, the known barrier lake. The 2:00 pacers were closely behind me, saying that they needed to slow down.
This was when I realised that I would make it. I would PR.
At km 16, when I saw my Dad, I yelled: “Only 5 km left!” and had a huge smile on my face. That didn’t mean I wasn’t dying. At this point of the race, I didn’t know if I could keep up and run a Sub 2. However, I figured a positive mindset wouldn’t hurt.
The last five kilometre went by fast. I never hit the wall, but I also couldn’t sprint to the finish like I did at the Århus Halvmarathon two weeks ago. This meant I really gave it all.
I finished in 1 hour, 55 minutes, and 47 seconds.
378th of 1815 women.
134th out of 589 in my age-group (WHK).