Hospital Hill Run
Howdy Folks, this weekend the highlight was the Hospital Hill Run.
This is now it went down:
The day started bad with the D.C. Krew calling me telling me to get up, they were picking me up at 6 a.m. I had the alarm set for 5:30 and 5:45. I would have heard the alarms but, I woke up at 4 having to piss like a mo-fo and went right back to sleep. I had to piss really bad because I spent the majority of the day Friday chugging water and Gatorade like my life depended on it.
I quickly jumped in the shower while they waited in the living room. It was only a quick shower just enough to get rid of the bed head.
I was planning on getting up and having a good breakfast but ended up not having the time. I just had a power bar on the way to Crown Center. This power bar came with the goodie bag that all of the runners received. Have you ever had one of these things? I had not, and let me tell you that I will not be eating one of those hasty ass things ever again. It was seriously the most disgusting thing I have ever eaten. It tasted like pure shit. One of my top ten worst decisions ever!
We got to Crown Center and parked in a surface parking lot. I pinned on my bib number strapped on my Ipod and said good luck to the D.C. Krew. They were running in the 5K (3.1 miles) while I was running in the 10K (6.2 miles). The 10K starting line was on Grand just north of Pershing. Their staring line was on Gilliam and 26th street I think. Either way they were not together.
As I was walking down to my starting line my stomach started doing a little freak out, which it happens when I get nervous. Butterflies, usually some dry heaving, and lots of farting. But it usually only last a few minuets. I get to the starting area where there must have been 1500-2000 people (I later found out that this was the highest number of runners since 1991). I find a place on the east side of the street and start to stretch out. Paying special attention to my thighs and ass checks (gluteus maximus) ‘cause most of the course was hilly.
After the National Anthem I put on the Ipod. I had made a specific play list for this race. It included such bands as Metallica (obviously), Disturbed, Buckcherry, AC/DC, and other hard rockers to keep me pumped all though the 6.2 miles. As the count down started with 5…4… 3… 2… 1… GO! (Which is weird, you would think they would of said, Ready, Set GO!). I hit play, the mass of runners start to move.
The Music starts to play:
DONG…
DONG…
DONG…
DONG…
(Guitar begins)
CYMBOLS…
Just as I am getting up to speed and crossing the start line where the timer is the drums kick in with an ATOMIC SMASH.
“I’m a rollin’ thunda,
pourin rain,
I’m comin’ on like a Hurricane.
White lights a flashin’ across the sky
your only young but cha gonna die…"
I started with Rock Anthem HELLS BELLS by AC/DC. I get in step with the bass drum.
Thump…
Thump…
Thump…
FUCK YEA!!!
I get a good pace down I’m feeling GREAT!! My stomach has stopped freaking out. I have already hit my stride and I am just chuggin’ a long. I am clam, I am relaxed. I'm motivated!
I hit the first minor hill, make it about half way up and I blow a tire, (shoe becomes untied) in front of the Hyatt Hotel. I shoot for the side of the road. For a quick pit stop, with the shoe retied I rejoin the race. I get back in steep with the second song. (I won’t remember any other song until I get to the final mile).
The First Hill - The Back Breaker
I don’t know if any of you have ever ran this race or any races for that mater but this hill was complete and utter bullshit. It started at McGee and Gilliam. This hill was steep and long and it totally kicked the shit out of me. At the top of the hill I was so winded and worn out that I had to walk to get my breath. This was the first of 3 spots where I had planned to walk. I had driven the course a few weeks ago but driving it does not do it justice. I passed the one mile marker and didn’t even notice it. I walked for about 100 yards, caught my breath, and then it was back on, like Donkey Kong.
The rest of the way until mile #4 was flat or just about all down hill or the hills were, minor. I was checking my watch and time at every mile. I ran the rest of the way, to the second hill, at a 9 minuet per mile pace, which is a whole minuet per mile faster than I was hoping to achieve. I was pretty pumped. We then arrive at the Second Hill at the intersection of Broadway and 43rd Street . Right near the Levee and the Marriott Hotel.
The Second Hill – The Widow Maker
I have one thing to say to this hill “FUCK YOU!” This hill is even more bullshit that the first one. Seriously, what the fuck, are you kidding me? This one was not as steep as the first one but it was probably twice as long. The hill started at the intersection kept going all the way past the Hurricane, and even past the fire station almost to 39th street before it leveled off. Fuck, who can run up this fucking hill? I thought. I made it up half way and then said “Screw it”! I had to save some energy for the final mile. I walked for 1 minuet, (which is still on the hill) then get back on the horse. I find a good tune in the Ipod and get moving. But at a pace that was considerably slower than I was making before.
The course followed Broadway until we turn right on to 31st Street . Then a left on Wyandotte toward the Liberty Memorial
The Third Hill – Baby Shit
This is the third and final hill. This hill was the steepest and the shortest. Hence the name “Baby Shit” because it also stunk I walked up this hill just because I knew it was the last hill and I knew I was going to have to practically sprint the final distance. Upon cresting this hill I put on my current favorite song 10,000 Fist by Disturbed. As I was running down the back side of this hill I was frantically searching the Ipod for the song. I wanted to hear this some becasue I think it rocks the hizouse! The beat starts slow and gets really fast, really quickly in to the song.
The rest of the course is all downhill. I just letting gravity take control but I am careful to stay under control.
My finish time was 1:03:35, that’s 1 hour 3 min, 35 seconds. I missed my goal by 1 min 35 seconds.
Here are the official results:
This is now it went down:
The day started bad with the D.C. Krew calling me telling me to get up, they were picking me up at 6 a.m. I had the alarm set for 5:30 and 5:45. I would have heard the alarms but, I woke up at 4 having to piss like a mo-fo and went right back to sleep. I had to piss really bad because I spent the majority of the day Friday chugging water and Gatorade like my life depended on it
pourin rain,
I’m comin’ on like a Hurricane.
White lights a flashin’ across the sky
your only young but cha gonna die…"
Here are the official results:
Consequences:
After the race we took a couple of pictures that ended up being crappy so I’m not showing you them. K-Dog tried to get a few of me crossing the finish line but they didn’t turn out. There was some dude that I was passing as I came to the line that was between my brother and me. So those didn’t come out. But there were quite a few photographers on the course so once those a put out I will try to get those posted.
I am totally pissed off and ashamed at my results of this race. I even debated not writing this post. I should have been able to make this course in 1 hour flat or faster. But I did the best that I could do and that is all that I could do.
I’m still pretty sore from the effort I put in, my thighs are sore but my ass checks are REALLY sore. I’m gonna need one of you hot chicks to come over and rub them for me.
Just call first because I HATE the pop-in. I think it’s rude.
Have a nice week and I will talk to ya’ll in a few days.
Thanks for reading!
Have a nice week and I will talk to ya’ll in a few days.
Thanks for reading!
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