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I
kept meaning to blog and I kept getting caught up in other things. .
. and then I was feeling sorry for myself with my Plantar Fasciiti
s, and that is how neglecting to post about marathons, plantar fasciitis, and becoming a Marathon Maniac/Double Agent happened. 
Marathon 1 of 2018: (7th Marathon)

This
April I did a new marathon. I won’t name it because
I felt it was awful, not well marked, and more elevation change that
I was expecting!  The road was open to traffic (not a big deal). We ran WITH traffic (big deal) since it meant that we were on the road and drivers were weaving in and out of us, or riding our heels).  Those are my views.  Yes, we all know that new races are hard. Yes, we
all know that elevation is sometimes hard to gauge on info maps.
Maybe I’m the only one that gets car sick watching some of those “we
drove the course” videos. I was having some problems with my
feet already. I didn’t know that it was early Plantar
Fasciitis
. I had slipped out of my Birkenstocks as I backed up
from the car earlier in April. My heel hit the ground and it felt
like I had landed with the heel on the sharpest possible rock I could
have found in a parking lot. I didn’t realize then, but that is a
classic PF sign. UGH!

Thank you litter runners, for guiding my way!

A few more aid stations, a slower pace
with a hurt foot/sore heel, and I had to ****walk past my car in the
parking lot*** to get to the finish line area around a couple curves. I actually stopped and stared and my car and asked myself if the
last .75 miles was worth it, or if I should just throw in the towel.  I obviously chose to finish, but it was a hard choice to make.  This somehow surprised the people at the finish line when I mentioned it.

 
End of the worst race I’ve ever done. Not quite the worst on
time, but the worst on emotions, morale, signage, etc. I got a golf
cart ride back to my car,
took
off the bloody shoes from the heel blisters, s
tripped
off the socks,
re-bandaged the blisters, grabbed my Mexican Coca Cola and headed home.  I might come back to volunteer at this race, but I won’t be running it again.  Everyone’s opinions of a race are their own, but this is why I won’t name this race. 

One on each foot, with another marathon in 7 days!

A
few days later I was at the running store to buy one of those socks
for PF, and to ask for help. The one guy had it last year and gave me
several pointers. . . I just wasn’t going to go to the doctor
before the next race, for fear of him saying “stop exercising!” No one wants to hear that when they have Marathon Maniacs on the line!  😛 


I also had to research how to cover up blisters to go again, because there was no way these were going to be healed in a week.  Enter Leuko Tape.   

I actually didn’t have Leuko tape at home, and was trying to figure out how to order some (a huge roll is EXPENSIVE). I wondered who would have some, and I called on the place I did my wrist Physical Therapy at last year. They had a small roll left, and she gave me the roll for the trip. I didn’t want to take the whole roll with me, so I wrapped some around an old gift card in several layers that I could peel off, cut, and use, and then returned the roll to the PT office.  This stuff worked! 

Marathon 2 of 2018 (8th Marathon):  The Flying Pig. Awesome race. I’d do this again. Okay, I
would do the half again, not sure about doing another full 😉 

The
worst part of this was getting to the town/hotel room. Indiana:
Drive interstate speed for one mile, slow down to fortyfive miles an
hour for five miles, repeat across the entire width of the state.
UGH. Hotel. High star hotel. I have my luggage, no carts available,
so roller bag, food bag, purse, and small cooler. I tell the check in
desk that I am checking in, my friend is already in the hotel. He
verifies my name, checks my id and gives me room keys. I go up to the
room, walk in and wonder when my friend got knew luggage. . .and why
she has so many pink feather boas all over the room, and wonder why
she has Krispy Kreme, because she flew so she won’t be able to
easily take those to her husband. OH! He gave me a key to the wrong
room!!!. Pick all my stuff up again, go downstairs, have another
person help me—who asked “but was anyone in the room?” “No?
Okay” “here’s your key”.
**reason to have your room
completely locked down tight when you’re in your hotel
room!**
**reason to never leave purses or wallets in a hotel room,
even if you’re not in there!** 

YIKES!Flying
Pig expo was smaller than I was expecting, but it was awesome. Swag
bag was awesome –this year with a picnic blanket with the logo on
it, posters (with a box!) and technical shirts. If/when I come back
for this race, I’ll do the ‘three way’, but this year I decided
against the 1 mile Fri night, the 5k/10k on Saturday, with the half
full
on Sunday. When I signed up for the race I still wasn’t running
much from the back pain/car collision of a couple years ago. Combined
with the unexpected PF issue, I was glad I had not. However, I did go
and cheer on my friend at the 5k/10k, and enjoyed the riverfront of
Cincinnati. I highly recommend it!
Beautiful
with swings looking out to the river, a flying pig/play equipment,
and a giant piano keyboard with the pipes being reclaimed/repurposed
church chime bells!

The flying pig play equipment. It’s wings move up and down! 

Race shirt, Swag blanket,  Purchased pig and glass, won the Route 66 neck gaiter thing,
and the Melanoma Know More magnet and suncreen

 Race
day was energetic! Back up pair of shoes! Not those
bloody
ones
from the last week, but the same style,
same
size, and same make. 

Leuko Tape with 2Toms SportShield over it, to prevent the sock from sticking. 

The first part of the race was exciting, and
fun. Running across the bridge to Kentucky, and back to the Ohio:  
 The only reference I saw to the tv show WKRP in Cincinnati. 

It definitely kept one moving along, as well as the many other
runners on the course as well! Then we made it up to the
conservatory area, with a **Beautiful** look out over the Ohio River,
if you went from the road to the sidewalk (obviously I did). 

Overlook, worth the run!

The
next half of the race was okay. I was feeling okay, but then energy
started to drain, and the Plantar Fasciitis was aching. I can
remember the area perfectly where my run attempt was rejected with a
“hell no” from my right foot!

I actually got to see a pig on the race course. He was heading home from his walk
Music on the corner. Beautiful music

It was also getting very hot,
with no clouds for coverage. I was glad I had a package of sliced
pickles with me, and the little bit of juice, but wished I had a
couple of them! As I was on the highway, they were taking down the
aid stations and I was shocked. I can’t remember how many miles we
still had, but I was shocked they’d take down the tents while there
were competitors still on the course! Maybe the people I was with
were at the cut off point? Then I started worrying about race
cutoffs! I walked past the wet towel station. I rejected one of
those because I didn’t want to wash off my sunblock! There were a
couple sunblock stations on this course, towards the last ten miles
or so—this Melanoma Warrior was happy to see that! 

I
was walking the course well, and met up with a woman whom I ended up
finishing the race with. Either I came upon, or she came upon me, I
do not recall. We were on the roadway, and directed to the sidewalk,
and then the fire dept in a little golf cart came around with bags of
ice for us because it was SO hot. They ran out for the people right
behind us, so I took some and put it in my water bottle, and passed
on half a bag of ice. A couple people told me not to do that, but I
didn’t need a quart of ice! We picked up our pace and kept
powerwalking, she told me that her husband finishes ahead of her,
always, and that she knows he’s at the finish line for her. We
actually saw him, as he came back along part of the way to find her.
He directed us to turn at one point, where we would have gone
straight because we saw barricades that way.

After
finishing, I hobbled to the bus to get my checked bag, and stripped
off those shoes and socks! I was DONE with this brand of shoe. They
changed their sizing last year and these two pairs of shoes were my
shoes after that size change. They were out! I put on my
birkenstocks and hobbled back past the finish line to the “finish
jacket line”. I chatted with the woman I finished with, and her
husband. I was still there when I got a phone call from my friend,
who was at the table behind me, having finished shortly after I did. 

 


My friend’s story on the course is that the aid stations were
taken down, but they weren’t directed off the course or anything.
She took the money she always carries, gave it to a guy on the street,
and asked him to go buy some water at the local corner store for
other racers to make their day.

Since I finished both
marathons in less than 16 days, I am qualified to become a Marathon
Maniac, and thereby a Double Agent! 

WOO HOO!


We went back to the hotel to go to the pool and hot tub. .. ohhh, a hot tub feels great against sore muscles.  Imagine our shock when we arrived and it was a pool only. . .  and you could see the hot tub had recently been removed and another seating area was placed there with new tile/grout/ and placement that just didn’t flow. 

With the race in the books, I headed home. Driving with flaring Plantar Fasciitis is hard as the flexing of the foot annoys the PF area. It was time, I took
myself to the doctor and asked for help on my plantar fasciitis. 


The
doctor gave me Ibuprofen cream, as I have contraindications for
ingesting it, and exercises. I went to the running store and tried on
SO many shoes, and fell in love with a Saucony style, and I have
proceeded to rest my foot since then.

No extreme walking/ no
competitive events, no running. Just resting, just doing my
exercises, and just doing yoga.  In June I went to DC for Pancreatic Cancer Action Network Advocacy Day and I limited the walking I did because of my foot!  I had graduation for a family member to attend, and I were “sensible shoes”.