Today I finished my third time at the La Jolla half, and my 7th half marathon. With a recap of my goals, I ran a 1:47:26, my worst time so far, but 9 seconds. But really, who am I to care that much. As far as I’m concerned, I pushed myself as hard as I could today. And I’m just as proud.
I arrived at the Del Mar Fairgrounds around 6am and had no trouble parking. Then, I met up with Morgan and we shot the shit (literally) and talked about it. It was nice to wait around with someone, as to not think about the race and to kill some nerves. At 7:30am, we were off.
The first 2 miles just seemed to be getting out and around the racetrack (splits: 7:51, 7:48). Mile 3-4 were all familiar, traversing through Del Mar. However, I thought I remembered the course previously running up 15th Street and through the Village (would’ve seen my office then!). Instead, it ran through residential and up on 4th Street. A miniature prelude to the hill (splits: 7:58, 8:35). Then a slight downhill grade on the bridge that pedestrians have been prohibited on for quite some time (construction work, only cars allowed. split: 7:33). Then, the hill. Let me take that back. The mountain. This is literally a mountain. People go hiking here! I pushed myself to run the whole thing, with a walk at the top at the water station (split: 9:47). I only took water about 3 times today, and just decided to walk through them. It refreshed my legs, and also made sure I didn’t choke on the water. I still haven’t mastered running and drinking. Once the hill flattened out, I was pretty fatigued and couldn’t push anything faster than a 9:11 mile.
Back on Torrey Pines, miles 8-10, my mindset switched back and forth from “this is tough” to “I feel like I’m in a dream!” This race seemed to be relatively quick, as in, the miles just seemed to pass by, and I didn’t have to dwell on how many more were left. I think this has to do with the fact that I’ve run many parts of the course throughout the past couple of years, just in my every day life (splits: 7:59, 7:48, 8:20).
Once mile 11 hit, I knew I would have the option to pick it up and make up some time. I think I pretty much killed my legs, trying to control my stride while simultaneously just trying to let my body go (split: 6:43).
By mile 12, at Spindrift/Princess St. I was tired (split: 8:10). I pushed myself to get up this last hill. Once back on Torrey Pines, I knew I just had to make it to Prospect, and then the finish would be all downhill. I kicked it into action and gave it all I had for the last quarter mile (final split: 8:40).
Post-race I gimped around while we spent 30-45 minutes trying to locate the car. Then I enjoyed a delicious meal at Solace where
I didn’t just go yesterday I went after my last race. I do love me some cheddar biscuits, and a good-ass burger!
After everything I recovered with a soak in the hot tub, some peaceful laps in the pool, and a refreshing Big Gulp. Fountain soda diet Dr. Pepper will be my demise!