Where is My Mojo

What a day!

In Run on January 31, 2012 at 6:30 PM

It’s been two days since the ING and I have had no time to write. Between plummeting on the couch after the race and then going back to work next day, it’s been difficult to find the energy to write. However, the excitement continues to beat inside my body, enjoying every memory I have of a day that was very important to me.

It started at 3am when both alarms went off. The boys (as in dogs) didn’t bother to lift their heads despite me jumping out of the bed to start getting dressed. Fifteen minutes later I was waking them up to go out for their walk and  then come back home to feed them, and feed myself with the customary bagel with peanut butter and strawberry jelly. That has been my breakfast for every training and race I’ve done in the past year and a half, and there is no way I will change it. Once ready, I took my car and drove 2 minutes (literally) to meet some of my team mates that live in the Grove to board the cab that would take us to the American Airlines Arena… the place where the race would start out from.

We were the first from our team to arrive before 5am… it was chilly, and some of us had brought garbage bags which we immediately wore as windbreakers. It was a fab idea from Little Frankie, one of our team mates. Once our coach arrived, and most of our team members were there, we did our warm up with stretches, and a very short run just to get those muscles going. Afterwards, we said our goodbyes and good lucks, proceeded to the bathrooms for one last quick discharge and off to our corrals.

Around 6:30am we started running. I began my run with Magui, the owner of Trijungle, but once on MacArthur bridge, I was in need of another bio break and stopped at the bathrooms, which took me around 10 minutes of my time because everybody had the same need as I. The lines were  l o n g!!!

With a few ounces off my body, I began my run again, alone, without a team mate, but surrounded by so many people who ran in silence… While dawn was making its full way into the morning, the sole sound of footsteps was priceless. It was music to my ears.

I focused on my body, just like Vic told me to… At the mere sign of pain, I asked my body to keep up with me. To let me go through this with as little pain as possible. I tried not thinking of anything else other than my body and its well being… and my objective.

After mile 6, I started stopping at every aid station whether I took water or not, so I could stretch quickly without cooling off. Mile 9 had a lot of significance for me, as this was where I completely stopped last year and continued walking to the finish line. I passed it in high spirits, while continuing to send positive thoughts to my body.

After that mile I started rewiring my mind… I did what some Mexican friends call “Coco Wash”… Rather than thinking I “still” had 4 more miles to run, I said to myself “You are just doing a 4.1 mile run from scratch”. When I got to mile 10, I reprogramed myself as if I were just about to start a 3.1 mile run. That I did until mile 11, because what happened to me gave me a charge that took me through the end.

Right after completing mile 11, somehow I managed to trip over myself and landed on all six! Yes, all SIX: my two hands, two knees, one chin and one right boob which I almost erased from my body. I’m happy it’s still there. At the same speed I fell, I got up and continued to run, this time with an added adrenaline rush and thinking to myself “There’s no way this is going to get me!!” While blood fled out of my chin, I continued tall and proud, and very, very emotional because I was about to accomplish what I had set myself to. At times I had tears in my eyes from overwhelming joy. Crazy. I know.

At the sight of the finish line I ran to it like I was caught on fire. I sprinted so hard, that by the time I crossed the line I felt sick. It’s good to have the shoes I have. I highly recommend them!!! These babies made me fly!

As I was texting the Dude “It has been accomplished”, he called me. I thought he had received my message and therefore had called me. I just (right now) realized that my message never left my phone… Magically he called at the right moment!

The medal. What can I say about it? It’s HUGE and beautiful. They did a great job this year in commemorating the 10th anniversary of the ING Miami event.

My bling bling!

Unfortunately for everyone else, including the Dude, I cannot stop smiling nor talking about my experience when I’m asked about the race. Sorry folks, but this race was important and so much fun. I enjoyed every minute of it. I took it all in and I don’t feel like letting it out just yet.

I got home around 12:30. Showered, ate, and crashed for three hours. Only to get up to feed the boys and take them out for their final walk of the day.

That night I slept like a little girl. No, I didn’t sleep with my medal around my neck. Instead, I curled up with my little boy Pocho, and woke up to a beautiful Monday of continuous race story telling, a lot of work and swim drills at night. Yes, swim drills… Tri season is here… so it’s time to train hard.

Thanks for reading and being a part of this fun journey.

P.S.: This morning at 6am ING had their blitz registration… I registered for next year’s full marathon. Thanks Eliana for inspiring me. I hope I look as good and fresh as you did running through the finish line last Sunday.

  1. Congrats on your race! I can totally relate–I LOVE to talk about my races (the good and the bad)! Enjoy!!! I would love to do the Miami ING marathon one day–my brother and his family live in Miami so maybe one day I will be able to make it happen, we’ll see!

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