I realized today that I never wrote a race report for the
Newcastle Racecourse! Although, considering the experience I had, it is not
particularly surprising that I would try to forget it.
The race was held
December 8th on the High Gosforth Park Racecourse. The competitors,
all 100 or so of us, ran around the service road that is normally reserved for
ambulances and grounds keepers. To get in the appropriate mileage, we started
part way around the track with different start lines for the half, full, and
50K so that everyone would finish up at the same place. It was almost 16 laps
for the full marathon, 19 for the 50K runners.
You really get to
know the terrain when you go around so many times. I tend to stop looking
around and focus only on what is on or next to the track; the hay bale that is
½ way around, the billboard that is ¾ of the way around, the crest of the hill,
the beginning and end of the section into the wind. It all becomes very
redundant. It was not an ugly course, there were trees and hills, but it was
foggy with occasional rain and incessant wind. I would get a bit too warm
running with the wind, and then freeze running into it so I was shucking or
donning my jacket every 10 minutes or less. There were also golfers in the center of the
track. I don’t know how anyone could
play in that wind, but these folks North England folks are tough and a little
bad weather does not keep them from their weekend golf game! On many occasions
I would hear that sickening thwak
that sounds like impending doom, but to the best of my knowledge, none of the
runners were hit with golf balls.
The 50K
runners really impressed me. All of them finished their 19 laps before I
finished my 16, whizzing past me in happy chatty groups. My head and my heart
were simply not in this race and it showed in my slogging steps and downcast
eyes. I ran it just to run it, an intermediary step between Dublin and Anglesey
in January (which I did not end up running at all.) I think 26 miles on the
treadmill would have been easier mentally and certain logistically and
financially.
Another
nasty surprise came when I realized the drink I had been chugging each lap had
artificial sweeteners in it. They make me very sick and normally I can taste
them in the first sip, but everything tastes odd to me in England so I did not
think much of the flavor. It never occurred to me that anyone would give low
sugar drinks to runners, but after asking about it on the Marathon Maniacs’
page, it seems this is becoming more common so I will have to keep a sharp eye
out for it. It really crippled me for the race. My stomach was killing me and
my mood turned even darker and angrier. The food dye Red-40, and artificial
sweeteners have the same effect on me. They do something to my nervous system
that makes me want to jump out of my skin and rip peoples’ faces off. It is a
horrible feeling and one that is very hard to overcome in order to finish a
marathon. A very hard day turned into a completely miserable one.
I
really only needed to run 20 miles to get in the time I needed on my feet so I
could easily have walked away after 12 or 13 laps, but I was so mad at how
poorly I was doing that I was determined to stick it out and get my lousy
medal. When I finally finished there were only 4 or 5 people left on the track,
all full marathoners duking it out with the wind. I really appreciated the
volunteers that stayed at the finish line/lap station, making off runners as
they came through and manning the drink table. The emergency workers on
bicycles had long since retreated to the hut where it was warm and out of the
wind, which really made me angry because I saw a runner nearly collapse. She
had bent down to retie her shoe and set off a vasovagal response. Fortunately,
she was not running alone. I stopped to make sure she was okay and then went
ahead to alert the volunteers while her partner took care of her.
When I
finally finished, I hung around for a few minutes to watch the girl that had
been struggling to come in and cheer her on. While chatting with the volunteers,
the race director told me I was the only woman in my age group to finish the
race so, Tah-Dah! I had a little first place plaque to go with my medal. It always
seems kind of silly to get an award with such a painfully slow finish time
(5:16:17), but considering the conditions and that fact that others in my group
had registered, but not shown up to run, means I’m just a little tougher than
they are so I will take the win.