My goal for the race was to run as much as I could. Take walk breaks as needed, and finish in under 3 hours (spoiler, it didn't happen)
The expo was huge. This race expo was the first expo, my brother took me too. It set the standard and I have been let down at expo's since, thinking they were all this big
I wanted to practice taking the trolley and to see where the transfer location was, for race morning. I hate to admit it, but I just don't have a reason to ride the trolley. It does not have a line in my area. I drive to a mall and get on it there.
The expo was at the convention center. I went alone as I wanted to be able to look at everything and have my foot taped in the Kt tape booth.
I'll make a separate post about my foot issue, but will say this, I don't know how or why, but the Physical Therapist, Joe, who was working the booth, knew exactly where my foot hurt and hit the spot. He also reached for my lower leg and pushed on a spot ( I jumped in pain) and said the lower leg was the cause and the lateral foot pain was the effect. The missing piece is "why"
I saw this shirt, and loved it
Saturday night I was trying to decide what to wear. My friend told me to go with the Leopard skirt and pink tank as she thought it was "rock n rollish" Here was my problem- I only wear those tanks on my treadmill, at home, never in public. Race morning I put it on and felt very exposed. I decided to add my arm "coolers" (they act as warmers too) for some sun coverage and to help with morning chill (there wasn't any)
I got up and to the trolley station, in the wee hours of the morning. The race made a big deal about local taking the trolley. MTS didn't seem to understand that. I was at the second stop and missed 3 trains. MTS did not have the race only trains that were on the printed schedule. I finally got in and several full marathoners were starting to get worried, they wouldn't make their start time and would have to down grade to the half. I felt bad for them as we were all on the platform in time for the first train scheduled for 5am
by the time we finally got to the drop off, we had to hoof it up the 6th Avenue hill, to the start. I actually thought it was a good warm up, but several were complaining.
I got to the area and dropped off my bag- since I signed up using Face Book, I had a hyphenated last name and got sent to the C's, instead of the S's, which was kind of weird for me.
The porta potty lines were crazy and soon they were singing the anthem. I started late and not in my assigned corral
here's my not awake "pre"picture
Nutrition for this race was Island Boost and water. I started with plain water and had another bottle with Nuun electrolytes that I was going to switch to at mile 6. I dumped that out and refilled that bottle with more plain water as my stomach started to hurt after drinking some) Once I did that I had no issues at all
I was going along and looked up and saw the house my Grandmother had lived in for well over 20 years. I immediately stopped and took a picture for my Aunt who I knew would love to see it
A few miles later, at mile 6ish I saw the church that grandmother would take me to every Sunday. My Aunt also got married in it, so I took a picture of it (yep, it is a "race", but I have decided if I see something I want a picture of, I'm going to take it) ( my aunt loved them btw)
I was able to run with set walk intervals to mile 9. At that point I was done :) I walked a couple miles and then looked at my watch. I had really wanted to finish in under 3 hours and was on course to do it, but I was has starting to loose focus and my legs were starting to hurt. The down hill section into the downtown area hurt. I mentally was going through a check list of what was hurting and did it just feel like sore, tired muscles or more like an injury or stress fracture. I decided it felt more muscular. Saw the 3 hour mark had passed and decided I was going to run to make it in 3:15. On my Garmin, I made that goal. Garmin said 3:14:, but when official times were posted it was at 3:18, which kind of bummed me out
I have to say, I had a lot of fun! I was with a group of guys who were openly gay, the entire race. They'd pass me, I'd pass them and we all seemed to hit a 9 mile wall and ended up encouraging each other to get going.
One highlight was about mile 7 when my brother stepped out of the crowed and gave me a Mountain Dew. I took a couple swigs and the sugar really helped (it was the throwback version)
The last mile was great. Weall picked it up and finished strong.
After they gave us our medal, they gave us a cold wash cloth, which was amazing!
Then chocolate milk (yum) bananas and something that was good, but I dion't remember what it was now :)
By that time, I was having trouble walking. We had to walk to Petco Park. I hobbled to get my gear bag and up to the stadium, to get the free beer....for the first time, ever I actually got mine....to take home for hubby :)
I somehow made it to the trolley and back to the mall and by that point, I was starving. I stopped and got a large bowl of Pho (Vietnamese soup), a few hours later we went out for Mexican food.
Suprisingly, I had no reaction of any type!
What I did have, the next day, was horribly painfull quads and glutes. I called the PT office and they had an opening that I could go in and use their recovery tools
They were amazing! The blue "boots" fill with air and squeeze starting at feet and goes up the entire leg.
I signed up late for the race and I think I paid $110 (actually son paid for it for a combo Mothers Day/Birthday gift) People complain about the cost of this race, but I thought it was really well run and felt it was a fair price for what we got.
Next half I have is in November. That course is flat. :)
I had a lot of emotions, left over from Barb;s race, last summer, that were coming out at the finish. They are reflected in this proof pic