In a perfect world, after I got my PR today at the San Diego Half Marathon I would’ve gone out to a great breakfast, come home to a clean house, relaxed in a bath, gotten a pedicure, read an entire magazine and taken a nice long nap.
In my world, our breakfast was cut short due to a little “incident” with Judah (he’s having a few tummy issues of his own) that resulted in an immediate exit of the restaurant and a parking lot clean up of the situation. I’ll spare you details, but it wasn’t pretty friends.
It also led to an immediate shower for everyone once we got home and a few extra loads of laundry on top of the three I already had waiting for me.
That’s not all either. Judah had another “incident” later in the day which put us about an hour late to a family dinner party at Tutu’s house. Lovely.
in a perfect world I would be sound asleep right now after a couple celebratory glasses of wine.
In my world I can barely keep my eyes open and I’m more proud about the fact that I got the crib sheets dry in time for the boys to go to bed than I am about my race this morning.
Here goes nothing.
San Diego Half marathon race recap.
Thanks to my driver (Grandma D) who insisted we leave at 5:45 am, I was actually there with over a half hour to spare before the start. I can’t remember the last time that’s happened.
Then it was about 10 minutes from the start time and 15 minutes into the longer than long porta potty line that I realized my dinner choice the previous night might not have been the best idea.
Ha ha ha!
In my last post I had said I was nervous that we were going out to dinner the night before a race because I wouldn’t be having my standard pre race meal. Then I ate this while we were out with the family at BJ’s- whole wheat veggie pizza without cheese and a bunch of jalapeños.
I also had some cooked quinoa, mashed banana and PB2 for dessert when we got home. Weird, yet delicious.
A random side note- I’m convinced that all runners have gastrointestinal troubles on race days. Anyone who says they don’t is pretty much lying. I’ll leave it at that.
Anyway….Mom and I had so much time in the porta potty line I convinced someone to take a picture of us.
And…. I even had time for another shot on my way to my wave start.
Oh yes, I was in wave 1. Not sure how or why, but I took it.
Mom was really impressed with her picture of some Padre players helping out.
I don’t recognize any of them.
The actual race was awesome. It’s so different when I’m not pushing my way through from the back of the pack because I’m late to the start line.
Mile 8 is usually my “golden mile”. That’s where I have my GU, really check my pace and tell myself I’m going to turn up the heat. (That’s what I told myself this time anyway. Sometimes I say other motivational things, but that was my mantra for this race.)
It was less than a mile after that when I was convinced this was the best race course I’ve ever ran.
Side note- I never check out the race course before race day. I really should. I always go in blind to new races.
It was then about mile 9 when a pretty long uphill stretch started. Go figure.
Anyway…. after a bunch of random thoughts, some admiring of some cool running skirts, some non intentional dirty looks to people who passed me and a fairly long downhill….
The finish line.
It was inside Petco Park.
It was pretty awesome.
Um, I should’ve realized that beforehand also, but again, I never even bothered to look at the course. What is wrong with me?
Running through the tunnel and finishing on the field was freaking cool though.
It was even cooler that I just happen to get my best time ever.
I really should train more seriously so I can really compete with these fast ladies. I always tell myself I would if I had more time.
Any local coaches that want to take me under his or her wing and mold me into a competitive runner though, I’m all yours! Ha!
The best part of races (besides hoarding all the freebie samples and stuff they hand out) is finding my boys at the end.
Oh, hmmm…. there’s the course map. It would’ve been helpful if I would’ve looked at that the previous day.
Check out my man STUFT Daddy. This race just happened to be on the first day of his vacation week from work. (I promise I didn’t plan it.) He got the boys up and dressed and drove all the way down to be there for me at the end.
What a guy.
Love my whole cheering squad.
Actually, the boys didn’t really care too much about cheering or the race itself, they cared about the chocolate dipped marshmallows and pretzels
and the bounce houses that we made sure to use after paying $15 for an entry pass.
I had to get in on the fun too of course. Don’t mind the bad camera angle.
It was not easy climbing up there holding a 30 plus pound toddler, but…
The ride down was definitely worth it.
So much so that I had to do it again with Joaquin.
All in all, it was a great race.
My favorite race so far.
And aside from the “incidents”, countless loads of laundry and clean ups,
it was a great day appreciating all the family, love and support I have.
Racing is an opportunity to use the ability to run that God has given me.
It’s one amazing gift.
I also realized….
Sometimes your body performs better when you give it more rest and don’t put too much pressure on yourself.
San Diego is one pretty awesome place to live.
Mom and Dad now have to take us out to dinner before every race.
(The next one is two weeks away! He he.)