WARNING: This post is full of cheese. The uber-cheese that may make you uncomfortable or wonder when my endorphins are actually going to start wearing off. This cheese is courtesy of getting off my ass and digging deep a.k.a. my Surf City half marathon race report.
On Friday I talked about how the work week had kicked my butt, steam rolled over me and almost forced me to forgo my southern California adventure. I wanted more than anything to just stay in bed and do absolutely nothing. However, as part of my 2011 (and 2010!) resolution, I vowed to ensure that I live life to its fullest and not pass up an experience or opportunity that may come my way. Thus, it was off to Huntington Beach I went.
Saturday was awkwardly perfect. I’m not used to traveling by myself or spending an entire day by myself in a new city for that matter. So I set out to explore, visit the expo and find an outfit for my trip to New York next week (more on that later). My early morning flight meant that I would get to the expo and beach as the surfers will still catching waves and the crowds at the expo were minimal (if not non-existent). It was beautiful to say the least.
I saw tweets complaining about the line at the expo, the heat and the horrible parking, but if you want to have a pain free experience similar to that of mine, GO EARLY! Easy parking, no lines, I got the shirt, the bag and the samples that I wanted to all under 20 minutes. After the expo, I let the girl in me reign free: I went shopping, got my nails done, tried Susie’s Cupcakes for the first time and went to dinner with the girls. Don’t judge…it was fantastic.
I had set out to simply run under 1:50 as my body was still exhausted and I wasn’t in the mood to give it my all. But when I saw my corral (which is apparently based on time) right after the elites, it hit me. I spent how much money, time and effort to come all the way to southern California and now because I’m tired I’m not going to give it my all? HELLO! Who is this person? It sure as hell wasn’t someone I recognized. I’m always the person that is telling my friends that if you want something, it isn’t going to just come to you, you’re going to have to work for it. So about 120 seconds before the horn blew, I decided that I was going to work for it, dammit.
The marine layer provided the perfect temperature and despite a lack of crowd support, the energy was redolent. Mile one, solid. Mile two, moving quickly. Mile three through five, I can feel my legs starting to rumble and question the speed. Miles five through 13, I started digging. I dug, I dug, and I dug some more.
By no means was this race easy for me. The out and back course was a bit stale and the subtle hills were just enough to give you a run for your money. I felt my body working hard the entire time and it was 13.1 miles of mental motivation. You know how they say that running is 40% physical and 60% mental? This one was more like 90% of full, mental determination.
My heart was pumping hard the entire time and my legs got heavier with each mile. But something within me refused to submit to the pain and instead was propelled forward by the possibility of a new PR. Every step felt like I was digging into my strength to find the speed I need to PR. I literally dug, dug, and dug some more. I dug until 13 miles rolled around and finished the last .1 on pure adrenaline. I don’t know where it came from, but I set a new PR.
6:57 avg. pace
2nd in my age group
I crossed the finish line with what felt like a ridiculous grin. Added bonus? They have ridiculously cute medals!
People say that sometimes things come “out of nowhere.” While this can be true, I think that we don’t give ourselves enough credit. If you want something bad enough, the only bad ass that’s going to make it happen is you. So get out there and get ‘er done! I hope everyone had a great weekend and don’t forget to tell Danica and Keri congrats on their engagements!
Day 40: Rest
Day 41: 13.1 miles