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| Whoohoo! The Centaur Subaru Half Marathon finisher medal. |
This past Sunday, I completed my third half marathon race. W00t. Boy am I tired! It was only a few weeks ago that I boarded a bus with Sanjay and Shari en route to Vancouver to run the
BMO Half Marathon. Fast forward three weeks and Paul, Shari and I were excited to conquer the Centaur Subaru Half Marathon in Calgary. I may not have completed the training I was hoping to do, but
irregardless, I was going to run this thing anyway!
It was the
48th Annual Scotiabank Calgary Marathon event. The morning was cool and crisp, the sky was blue with little chance of rain, and the air was filled with the collective excitement of thousands of runners and spectators. I had been up super early to eat a banana, a bagel and other goodies, followed by a cup of black tea to help flush out my system, so I knew it was going to be a great race. I checked my bag and did some brief stretching and warming up. Shari met with Paul and I before the race began, and we were all pumped. But then, of course, I had the pre-run “I-have-to-pee” feeling. It happens with me every time. The half marathon was scheduled to begin at 7 am, and I figured it’d be great to line up for a port-a-potty at 6:45 am. And so did everyone else! I think I chose the slowest line, because with 10 people still in front of me, the gun went off and the half marathon had started. Argh! Paul and I had hoped to follow at 2 hour pace bunny, but alas, all the bunnies had run away at the sound of the gun. A good 7 minutes and 20 seconds later I emerged from the bathroom and gave Paul an apologetic look while he gave me the WTF glare :). Hey, I can’t help when nature calls! Lesson 1 of the day- One does not simply line up for the bathroom at gun shot!
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| Lesson 1. True story. But when you gotta go, you gotta go. |
NBD, no big deal. For us, the chip time was what mattered most, so once we crossed the start line, our chips were activated and we were off! We began with a pretty quick pace, probably because we started late and wanted to catch up. Before we knew it, we were running with many other marathoners and half-marathoners, and our pace would taper to a consistent 5:40 for the majority of the course.
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| The new half marathon course route |
The course routes for the races were new this year. I found the half marathon route to repeat quite a bit, taking us back through streets we had passed before while failing to remove some of the distance markers along the way. But overall, no complaints on the course itself. In terms of the run, however, everything was fine and dandy until about 8 km when I realized I had to pee again. With that said, I refused to stop! I would fight through the sensation as much as I could. I kept on running and at around 10 km I realized that I needed my first energy boost via the honey stinger gummies I kept in my running pouch. I call it a running pouch; Paul calls it a glorified fanny pack. Whatever it is, I couldn’t seem to get the gummies out of the pouch while running, so I turned to Paul and asked for some of his. “Yo, lemme bum a gummy!” Thankfully, he gave me one or two. It’s the least he could do, really. Then around the 18 km mark, I started hurtin’. My knee was in pain, I really had to go to the bathroom, I was out of gas, and it was a lot of stop and go for me. I began to get disappointed in myself that I couldn’t maintain my pace at the end, but I was still determined to achieve a sub-2 hour half marathon. Upon seeing the finish line, I sprinted and came in at 1:59:45.67. YES! It may not have been a personal best, but I was definitely pleased with the time.
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| All smiles after finishing the Calgary half marathon for the second time 🙂 |
I’ll never get tired of that feeling of crossing the finish line, realizing what was just accomplished, and getting that finisher medal. It’s a good feeling. I also never get tired of all the post-race free food! There were bananas, oreos, chips, jugo juice, water, pancakes and sausage patties. At the end of the race, Paul, Shari and I ran into a fellow colleague, Eric, and we celebrated our accomplishments.
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| We’re so cool it hurts |
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| A pair of sexy after destroying the half marathon 😉 |
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| Me, Shari, Paul and Eric |
So why is this post called “Revenge of the Prairie Dog”? Well, have you ever seen a prairie dog pop its head in and out of its burrow? Well, I can’t say that I’ve seen it myself, but prairie dogs are fast critters, so I can imagine them darting in and out of the network of holes that they’ve spent time digging. I can also imagine them emerging from a hole to take a peak, and hiding back, and then emerging again, and back in… rinse and repeat. Now we’ve all heard of the runner’s runs. It’s a horrible thing to experience during a run: that sensation of having to dash to a port-a-potty, or the nearest bush, or God forbid, you don’t make it in time and your pants are the victim. Well, let’s just say that of the two of us running, someone was doing some serious
prairie doggin’. And let me give you a hint. It wasn’t me ;). Let me give you another hint. It was Paul. And that prairie dog was rearing its evil head. Still unclear? Click
this link for a definition via the urban dictionary. Once the runner’s runs hit at the 10k mark, it made for a very uncomfortable remaining 11k…. or so I’m told. I’m just super impressed that he managed to finish while experiencing so much discomfort. Thankfully there were no embarrassing
shat-tacular incidents!
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| A prairie dog rearing its evil head (credit) |
I felt good about what I had accomplished that morning, but my insides thought otherwise. First stop upon entering my place- the bathroom. Following that episode, my right knee was crying, so I iced it for a while. I was also exhausted. I tried to surf the internet for a little bit while sitting in bed, but the next thing I knew, my laptop was half-off my lap because I had dozed off unexpectedly. My body was destroyed; I was a broken man. Running may be a fashion show, but no one said it was glamorous. Perhaps if I had trained a little better, I would have been in better shape post half-marathon. Lesson 2- One does not simply put on running shoes and run a half marathon! A note-to-self: I must be more diligent and focused with my training for the next big race.
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| Lesson 2. True story. I should really learn my lesson and train next time. |
Thanks to Shari and Paul for a great race day! I’m so glad we were able to complete the race together again for the second year in a row. Third time’s a charm for some personal bests, yes? And to Robbie- thanks for making your way to the Stampede grounds to cheer me on and show your support! You’re awesome!
And with that, the Calgary half marathon is over. Phew! Instead of letting myself rest up, I’m getting ready for two quick races this coming weekend when I visit home: the Moon in June 10k (Burlington, ON) and the Bread and Honey 5k (Mississauga, ON). Hopefully my legs are fully recovered by then…
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| I conquered you… again! |
I’ve been here almost 4 years. In that time, I’ve managed to endure 8 month winters without immersing myself into winter activities. Well, that’s slowly starting to change. It may not be the end of November as yet, but here in Calgary and the surrounding areas, we’ve had lots of snow. And so far this year, I’ve managed to go snowshoeing, snowboarding, and this past Sunday, downhill skiing at Sunshine Village.
About 4 years ago, before I moved to Calgary, I tried snowboarding at Glen Eden in Milton, Ontario. My brother was teaching my mum and I, and though we fell a few times, it was lots of fun. Since then, I’ve been wanting to attempt it again, and though I had ambitious plans to do so once I moved to Calgary, it never happened. Fast forward to yesterday. I can finally say that I’ve tried snowboarding… twice.
Winter is most definitely here. I arrived back in Calgary earlier this week after spending a lovely few days in Halifax, where the weather was mild, the fall colours were beautiful, and the air smelled like the sea. But in Calgary, a winter storm had come through, causing havoc on the roads, and casting a gloomy mood to the week. Winter was here to stay.
HIKES & HAMSTRINGS 
