I would arrive in Narragansett around 430 make the twenty minute walk to the start line to get my bib and walk back to my car to stretch and then run the mile back to the start as my warmup. As I began my walk to the start the sun was fully out and the temperature and humidity went through the roof!! As the temperature went up my blood sugar followed and I found myself out of my set range very quickly. Being out of range before a race is nothing new but always presents a challenge if I should take any insulin, not feeling great I took a little insulin to make sure I was back in range for the start of the race. As I stretched and began my warmup I would test my blood sugar and be closer to my set range, as I did my warmup I was feeling great but the heat was more than I expected.
As usual I would start the race a little faster than usual. I ran my first mile in 7:51 when I should have been right around the 8:30 mark, nothing crazy I just needed to relax and get back to a slower pace. The next four miles would go very very well and I hit the 5 marker at a time of 41:06. That was right where I needed to be, I had enough left in the tank to run the next five miles anywhere from 35 to 40 minutes. Everything changed maybe 100 yards after the 5 mile marker however, my shirt was drenched and I couldn't breathe. I decided to take my shirt off so that I could cool down a little bit, it helped but not enough. I was dizzy and stopped running, I walked and tried my best to regather myself. I had no luck however, I overheated. I was drinking at each mile marker but the heat and humidity and taken its toll.
The next five miles would take me an hour, I was walking a lot and doing my best to get my temperature back to normal. I would try to run for a little but my body was fried, I couldn't move. I grabbed water after water and cup of ice after cup of ice. I passed numerous cops and rescue trucks and each time I contemplated walking over and taking off my bib to officially drop out of the race. At mile 8 my blood sugar was now below my set range and I was out of food, I went up to a cop and asked if he had any food. I showed him my tattoo and said I just need something quick so that I can finish to which he replied "I'll call a rescue" I started to freakout and said "Trust me I will finish I just need something quick" He would go to his car and grab an orange, I got the orange and ran off while thanking him. It would've been so much easier to quit at mile 6 but with my parents and others seeing me race for the first time quitting wasn't an option. Each time I thought about quitting Stephen Englands' famous "I never quit a race because I can't quit diabetes" quote was in my head.
As I crossed the finish I was upset, I embarrassed myself out there but I learned a lot about myself. I have known that racing isn't my job but a passion. Seeing my cheering section at the finish made me quickly forget about the race, they don't care about my time, they just want me to be safe and to be happy. Once my blood sugar was back in range and I was cleaned up a nice dinner near the ocean with family made everything better. I'm looking forward to my next race because I need to get that bad taste out of my mouth but this experience will help me so much moving forward.