Someone needs to take my blogging card away from me. I'm not sure why it is so hard for me to keep up with this blog. I mean, it's simple really, you sit down, you write something, you upload the obligatory photos, and then you publish. I don't know how many times I have told myself "OMG, delete the stupid blog already!", but I can't, not yet, maybe never.
So for the whole two of you, and that number includes my daughter (Hi Madi), who are still reading my posts , here's my thoughts on the Carlsbad Half Marathon that I recently ran.
Before the Race
Back in October, my friend Jill signed up for the full marathon and convinced me that I needed to sign up for the race too. I signed up for the half and then the two of us spent the next few weeks harassing Marcia to sign up as well. Jill and I are expert naggers, so we soon received word that Marcia was in. Our blogger friend Meg, was also signed up for the full and graciously invited (or we may have invited ourselves...I forget) to stay at her house, since she lived so close to the race. Score. Girl's Weekend. This was going to be fun!
Obligatory Photo #1-me doing a long run in a snowstorm.
So I started training. This was to be my first running race since my knee surgery in May, so I was very excited. My training started out great. I was doing more volume based training rather then intensity based and I was feeling strong and healthy and more importantly, I was running faster at a lower heart rate. I knew this race was going to be a good one.
Stay with me here, I'm getting to the race, I haven't blogged in 3 months, so I have a lot to say.
Then mid-December, the wheels just totally came off. I started to feel slow, sluggish....TIRED, and sick. I went to the doctor and had lots of tests ran. I am now on blood thinners and having my platelets and clotting levels checked weekly. The doc told me that I could run the race, but had to take it slow as to not make anything worse.
Run the race slow? My first thought was to bag the race. Who wants to go and run slow. Then I realized, how dumb that was, what was I trying to prove? No one and I mean no one, gives a crap except me about my race times and really, why should I care?
I am way too type A, someone please slap me.
The Race and course
The course was beautiful and the half route ran along the ocean for most of the race. The half course was also pretty hilly, not NEARLY as hilly as the full, but still "bumpy". I knew it was hilly, so I trained for the hills, (which was no problem since I live in Colorado), so they weren't too much of a problem for me. Plus I could breathe for once since it was at sea level.
The first 8 miles went by pretty fast, I just took my time. Let me share with you my bevy of goofy race photos.
Here I am running up a hill looking like I am in la la land.
Here I am so bored that I am twirling my gum. This is a disgusting habit that I have and I can not BELIEVE that the race photographer caught me in action. You probably can't tell that it is gum, but I know what exactly what I was doing because I caught myself twirling the gum several times out on the course. Ridiculous.
I was apparently out on the course so long that my hair grew. I have really short hair, but it looks long and flowing in this picture. I also look like I smell something really bad, which makes sense because there were some people out there who obviously didn't know how the hell to apply deodorant.
Around mile 8, my butt started hurting, so I slowed it even further. I have SI joint issues and the joint was causing hip and glute problems, so I saw Marcia and we just dorked around the last few miles until the finish line. We talked, we laughed, we walked,we made fun of ourselves (and others), and we just had a good time. Seriously, I just had such a good time doing this race. Thanks Marcia.
Before we knew it, the finish was upon us. Thank god because by that time my butt was REALLY hurting. I would have so loved to have sat in a vat of ice. Marcia and I of course threw our arms up as we crossed the line. Nerds.
We found the rest of the girls and posed for this post race photo. Meg, Irene, Jill, me, and Marcia.
Highlights of the Race Weekend
Spending time with an awesome group of girls. Seriously ladies, we must not wait another two years to do another girls weekend. Love you girls.
Finally getting to meet Meg. I've been following her blog for several years now and was thrilled to finally meet her. It was also awesome to meet her husband Steve; two of the sweetest people around. Thank you so much for your hospitality guys.
Meeting Irene and Mary the Running Green Girl. I look forward to getting to know you all better this year through your blogs!
Getting to see my good friend Jill make her marathon comeback!
Realizing that running a race doesn't have to be about chasing down a PR*, crossing a finish line and the camaraderie of fellow runners and friends make me smile too.
*I just say this because I wasn't able to this time. You better believe I'll be chasing that shit down once I am able.