Like I wrote in my previous post I did not feel well prepared for the Singapore Marathon. And my feelings were true. But I finished and I have a medal and a finisher’s shirt.
It was weird not having Andrea around in the couple of days leading up to the marathon. She is in Vietnam playing Christmas music with the hand bell choir from church.
My race can be summed up in two halves. I mostly ran the first half and I mostly walked the second half.
I didn’t run with a watch and thought it would help me run an easier pace but I think I ended up pushing way too hard in the beginning because I felt like the pace was slow. Even though I realize now I was probably running way too hard.
I ended up slowing and running with the 4:15 pace group for a while. Then at 10k my legs started feeling bad. At 15k I felt like I was going to throw up. At 17k I ate my PB&J sandwich and my stomach settled down.
I made it to the half-marathon mark at about 2:10 or 2:15 and if I would have had a way home I would have dropped. I thought to myself that I had to get to the finish line to get my stuff anyway so I may as well walk there.
So I started walking fast. I didn’t pay attention to kilometer markers. I just kept drinking water and walking at a fast pace. After a while I felt okay and would jog a little. Then I would walk. I did that until the end and finished in 5:04:19.
I thought of my mom some along the way and near the end especially. It is kind of fitting that I struggled with this marathon. Mom and dad have always made sure that I knew that they loved me no matter what I did. They taught me there are consequences to my actions like running a slow marathon when you haven’t trained well. Still I can hear my mom say, “That’s okay Tommy.” And I know it is.
It was weird not having Andrea around in the couple of days leading up to the marathon. She is in Vietnam playing Christmas music with the hand bell choir from church.
My race can be summed up in two halves. I mostly ran the first half and I mostly walked the second half.
I didn’t run with a watch and thought it would help me run an easier pace but I think I ended up pushing way too hard in the beginning because I felt like the pace was slow. Even though I realize now I was probably running way too hard.
I ended up slowing and running with the 4:15 pace group for a while. Then at 10k my legs started feeling bad. At 15k I felt like I was going to throw up. At 17k I ate my PB&J sandwich and my stomach settled down.
I made it to the half-marathon mark at about 2:10 or 2:15 and if I would have had a way home I would have dropped. I thought to myself that I had to get to the finish line to get my stuff anyway so I may as well walk there.
So I started walking fast. I didn’t pay attention to kilometer markers. I just kept drinking water and walking at a fast pace. After a while I felt okay and would jog a little. Then I would walk. I did that until the end and finished in 5:04:19.
I thought of my mom some along the way and near the end especially. It is kind of fitting that I struggled with this marathon. Mom and dad have always made sure that I knew that they loved me no matter what I did. They taught me there are consequences to my actions like running a slow marathon when you haven’t trained well. Still I can hear my mom say, “That’s okay Tommy.” And I know it is.
