First of all I just thought you all should know a little something I’m really proud of that happened yesterday.
Ha ha ha. You’re Bachelor fans aren’t you?
Well, we survived the amazing Rock ‘n’ Roll San Diego Marathon. And by “we”, I mean all the runners (I think there were 30,000 or something like that) and my personal chauffer STUFT Daddy.
What a gem.
Let’s rewind to last night.
8:30 pm- I still didn’t have anything packed for the race or had eaten my usual pre race dinner. Coincidentally, I found Kitty locked in our office and he had left me a very stinking present in there.
How nice. Cleaning up cat poop was exactly what I wanted to be doing the night before a marathon when we needed to be out of the house for at 4:30 am.
Pre race meal was whole wheat pasta with roasted zucchini.
I’m thinking that all that zucchini may not have been the best idea since I had a bit of tummy troubles during the race today. Well, either that or the all crushed red pepper.
You’d think I’d learn.
I got my race outfit ready.
Lululemon top that my friend Bethany gave me
Lululemon running shorts
Road Runner Sports socks
(not pictured is my Amphipod racing belt)
Set out my gear.
and my GU.
I’ve heard some people sleep in compression socks before a race. I slept in my Spanx.
we I was up bright and early at 4:15 am. The boys stayed at Grandma D and Papap’s house since they weren’t coming to the race. I think Andrew may have been a little jealous.
When he made it to the kitchen he was just in time for me to make him snap a quick picture of me
Because of my need to take pictures I totally forgot to put any kind of sweetener in my mocha. Bleh.
On the drive I ate my sandwich, drank my unsweetened, not so great mocha, practiced my dinosaur arm and stuffed my shirt with some GU.
Word of advise- not the best place to run with GU. I currently have some serious chaffing injuries on my chest.
It was about this time (the race started at 6:15)
and this place
when we decided I was going to have to run to the starting line. STUFT Daddy wasn’t staying for the race anyway, so I ran. Uphill.
Somehow I managed to make it the starting line just in time.
I even saw my cute friend Erin (who rocked the half marathon).
(Whoever I made take this picture must have been pretty nervous. Ha.)
I did not make it in time to stand in the porta potty line,
but I did make it to my corral start.
I decided I’d rather start with my group and find a bathroom once the race started than wait in line.
Plus I was wearing a Huggies diaper in my shorts in case of emergency. Not joke people. My mom once told me I needed to get some Depends for my race mornings. Who needs Depends when you have Huggies? I literally had one of the boys’ diapers shoved in my pants. Don’t tell anyone, okay?
We were off.
I found a porta potty and ditched the clean diaper after the first half mile.
I couldn’t hear my darn Nike+ GPS for the first couple miles either because of my high class Ziploc baggie case. So I had to fumble around a bit around mile 3. It gave me a chance to take a quick action shot though.
The course (you can check it out here) was awesome. It took us all over beautiful downtown San Diego.
It was never too crowded even though there were so many people doing the race. It definitely helped having the corral start and getting to start before a lot of other racers.
Let’s see- some randomness along the course…….
I’m pretty sure I passed a running Elvis drinking something that resembled beer around mile 5 or so.
The first 6 miles I felt great besides some nagging tummy pains.
By mile 7 it dawned on me that STUFT Daddy was probably already back at home sleeping soundly in our bed. I was right. (Yes, that’s right. I was racing and he was back at home asleep. For the record I told him to do it.)
At mile 9 I had my first GU (vanilla).
One of the bands was playing Journey. Awesome.
At mile 14 I had to make a second bathroom stop. Wasn’t planning on that, but you do what you have to do.
There was also a pretty significant portion of the race that was on the freeway and slanted a bit. Not my favorite, but later on it was on a different road that was slanted the other way, so I guess it evens it out.
At mile 17 I had my GU Chomps and was starting to slow down a bit. I think that’s where the not doing enough long runs in training did me in a bit.
By mile 21, my pace had slowed down considerably. (My first 7 miles were around a 7:35 pace.)
It was at mile 22 when I had to make yet another bathroom stop and was really regretting the previous night’s dinner choice. (Yes, that’s three stops total for the race. Lame.)
I really had to talk myself through the last 4 miles. They were rough and I mean rough. My legs were hurting (calves, right knee, hamstrings, etc.). But, hey, I’m sure pretty much everyone is hurting at that point.
Today, I told myself the following during those last 4 miles:
That it’s not an option to give up now.
To swing my arms and just keep moving.
That I’ll be sipping on wine and eating pizza sometime really soon.
That if anyone else on the course isn’t hurting or doesn’t want to throw up, there must be something wrong with them.
That I already ran 22 miles and put in all the work, so I better get my butt in gear and finish this thing.
That STUFT Daddy better be out of bed by now and on his way down to pick me up.
That God gave me the gift of running and there is no way I’m not going to push myself to use it. Life isn’t easy.
After what seemed like the slowest 4 miles ever I finally made it to the finish.
(Competitor.com has this really great runner tracking system and you can track your runner along the course. We didn’t do it because, well, Andrew was sleeping, but it seems super cool.)
So, my friends, I got my Boston Marathon qualifying time. Yippee! Now I just need to find someone to pay my way to get there. Ha.
I was all by my lonesome at the finish. I was not feeling well and my body was going into shock a bit. I was super cold and tired, but that didn’t stop me from picking up as many freebies as I could hold. They had a whole array of goodies at the end. The best I’ve seen yet.
I bypassed the bananas
and went straight to the Jamba Juice.
I made sure to stop at the Snickers Marathon booth this time since they were already closed at the expo.
Once I couldn’t hold anymore (and take pictures at the same time)
I asked someone else to take a picture of me
and made my way to the exit.
Vons saved the day by handing out bags. I was tempted to go back in and fill that bad boy up, but that wasn’t allowed.
I got a good little amount of goodies.
Oh look, and I just happen to find another stranger to take yet another picture.
After my attempt to stock up, it was time to meet up with STUFT Daddy.
I think this may have been the worst part. I was freezing. (And still drinking that Jamba Juice. Not very smart.)
I had to walk pretty far.
I mean far.
Finally my beloved Mizunos
led me to my man.
Yay! I’ve never been so excited to get into a warm truck in my life.
We stopped for some breakfast on the way home at The Broken Yolk Café.
We were tempted to try this challenge to get a little plaque on the wall, but decided that might ruin the rest of the day a bit.
I went with this with egg whites only.
And just barely managed to write a couple twitter posts and take a few last pictures
before my iPhone died.
I didn’t even get to take a picture of all 3 of the hot sauces I slathered on there.
Yeah, Andrew was pretty upset my phone died too.
since I always get a little sappy after a race here are a couple more sappy thoughts of mine.
I have the best husband and family in the world to let me take so much time training and racing. They did not sign up for it. A few years ago none of us knew how much I’d fall in love with racing and running. I cost them a lot of time, grumpiness and money and they still support me.
I’m living my dream right now. I always wanted to be that mom who, after having kids, raced and raced hard. I’m working on it. I don’t know how long it will last, but man I’m going to try to keep it up for as long as I can.
I’m the luckiest girl in the world to have this opportunity to run this race. I wasn’t planning on running a full marathon so soon, but when I was given the opportunity to run this I had to take it.
From the holy huge expo, to the great course, excellent medical team, Team in Training runners and coaches, to the entire race experience….. it was epic.
An additional shout out to the energy of the whole race. All of the bands and the tens of thousands of spectators was something I’d never experienced before. There were a lot of people- a lot of cow bells and signs. It was soooo much fun. I loved it!
I can’t wait to do it again.