Race: Madison Marathon
Date: November 10, 2013
Going into this race, I wanted to correct the things that gave me problems a month before in the Chicago Marathon – chafed inner thighs, black big toenails, and calf cramps. This time I was a regular boy scout – I brought up to Madison body glide, better fitting shoes, and a fun run mentality to keep myself from pushing it too hard. And as luck would have it I also brought a stomach virus up there to make all the other potential problems absolutely trifling.
But after checking in at the hotel my stomach wasn’t too happy with the dinner, my only meal of the day, and starting at around 9 or 10 my internal dike broke and the whatever Dutch boy that was holding up the crack drowned. With each trip to the bathroom I could feel my energy sap out from me and I was pretty sure I was creating matter and breaking some laws of the universe. Each sip of Gatorade I took to replace the fluids I was losing was followed by what felt like a liter of torrential output, expelled from both directions. I couldn’t sleep and I kept waking up to the feeling like death had grabbed my GI tract and was wringing it like a wet rag to get every drop of fluid out of it. This happened like clockwork on an hourly basis – 1am, 2am, 3am, until I finally stayed up at 4am, each time hoping it was the last of the fluid I had in me, but wasn’t. At this point I figured it would take a miracle to make it to the start line, and I joked with Mae, “You know how Jesus turned water into wine? I’m turning food into water.” We checked out of there without taking advantage of the free breakfast and drove to the start line.
Registration: $105 + $7.35 Service Fee
Hotel: AmericInn Madison West $97