May 21, 2012
How I almost ran a marathon
Heyo, it's been a long long time since my last post. I haven't really played poker a ton since Black Friday and have not visited DC much either. I started grinding STT-s again on PP since I really hate the thought of getting a real job for summer. I'm playing 6-man normal speeds at the moment since there are enough of the games running, haven't really done very good but can't complain much either. I've been studying a lot and I think I'm getting back into the correct mindset pretty quickly. I started out playing $3 STT-s which was pretty difficult since I used to play more than 10 times bigger STT-s just a year ago. I've been getting into the $6 ones lately as well, we'll see how that goes. Anyway...
What I really wanted to talk about was the marathon that I was supposed to run yesterday. I started training almost 3 months ago I think, I thought it would be possible to run under 4 hours since I was quite fit when I started training + I had a coach who ran the marathon as well(he finished with a pretty darn good place). BTW, I was supposed to run the Nordea Rigas Marathon. Well after a few weeks of training I got injured pretty bad(ITBS). I maybe didn't focus on curing it as much as I should have and 2 days before the marathon I did a test run. I had been cross-training for like 6-8 weeks, no real running. I could run about 500 meters on my test run before my leg started killing me and I had to basically limp home. I decided I wouldn't run at all but would still go to Riga to cheer for my friend and have a good time.
Once we arrived to the expo I somehow got talked into doing the 10k run. I planned on quitting once the pain got too bad. I put some gels and painkillers on my legs and planned to run for a few kilometers although knowing myself it was obvious that I'd either complete the race or run until I couldn't move my leg anymore. So yeah, I got to the start corridor, put on some more gel and started out running really slow. I hadn't even crossed the start line before I could feel my leg getting tight. It started hurting shortly after crossing the starting line but I decided I'd keep going until the first energy point at around 2km mark I believe. Once I got there my leg was pretty bad, I put on some more gel that brought with me, drank a bit and kept going thinking that I'm already almost halfway to 5km mark. Soon after the water stop while stretching my IT band on the road I decided that it was all the shoes fault and took them off. I continued running barefoot and stretching every few minutes. I was limping and running at the same time but I didn't feel as bad without shoes. My legs were a bit more relaxed.
So I continued until around the 5km mark. Right before seeing the 5km sign I again though about quitting pretty seriously but didn't since I was about to cross the bridge and I really wanted to run on it. I decided that if I didn't get any painkillers on 6.5km from the volunteers I'd quit. I didn't get any and I didn't quit since it was 'only 3.5km to the finish'. If you've ever had ITBS you know that every climb and descent is like hell. I don't know, maybe my brain had decided to block out the pain but I didn't feel it as much after I came back over the bridge at around 8km mark or somewhere around there. I started passing some people that had been with me near the start, I felt like shit but I was also really really really happy because I thought that I might actually finish this thing. I had run with an old Latvian lady for the first ~4km and met her again. We didn't speak the same language and couldn't really communicate but I was really happy to see her and I think she was pretty happy to see me still going on bare feet as well as she had a big smile on her face and slapped me on my back. In a way she was keeping me going I guess.
Up to that there had been an occasional cobblestoned road here an there but nothing too bad. Once I got off the bridge it was mostly only cobblestone road as far as I remember. Running this ~1.5km distance felt like 5km. I hadn't taken that into account when I took off my shoes. I remember being so very happy once I got off the cobblestone(I had almost fallen a couple of times running these roads) that I just started sprinting for the last 500m. I passed a ton of people, didn't really care about that, only cared about completing this hell. I was running really really fast and it was awesome since I didn't feel any pain anymore, pure adrenaline I guess. It felt like one of the fastest 500m runs in my life. And then came the finish line. Right after crossing it I could barely even walk. I congratulated my friend and vice versa and slowly started limping towards the medical booth where they did the best they good to help me. I had some bloody blisters and some normal blisters on my feet since I haven't run that long of a distance barefoot before and I could barely move my right leg. Got a quick massage and some gels on my thigh + some stretching.
All in all it was awesome. It was not the smartest thing I have ever done for sure, it was quite dumb to be honest but it was awesome. I wanted to go running again as soon as I finished. I've never been so proud of any other physical achievement. I honestly couldn't believe that I had actually run 10km that day, I didn't know I could take that much pain. The people there were very nice. Someone gave me their pain killing band aid(I couldn't get it to stick for some reason though), a lot of people told me to keep going and asked if I needed any help. The cameramen and announcers seemed to try motivate me as well although I didn't understand a word they were saying. IMO runners are the nicest people that I've met. I'd do everything again right now if I could. I'll run the marathon on 9th of September if my leg allows it. I don't think I'll ever quit running now.
FWIW, my leg isn't as bad as I thought it would be today. I started curing it as well as I know right after the race and it's actually pretty good today. I DEFINITELY don't recommend running like this though. I can't wait to run again! Hopefully i can start running some shorter distances in a month or so. I know it wasn't the same as running the marathon would be but it sure as hell felt like a marathon, it definitely changed me in a good way I think.
I might post some poker related stuff soon as well. Cya!





























