Time for the San Diego Half Marathon race recap! Only 4 days late, which isn’t TOO bad considering my track record ;)
I didn’t have the best race of my life, but that’s okay because I finished with a (fake) smile on my face, made some great memories with my friend, Emily AND got to run an amazing course! ( NYC Half is still my all time favorite course, but there’s a good chance that’s because I PRed ha. )
The day before the race, we had our beach volleyball league, which maybe wasn’t the smartest idea before a race, but we got our first W, so it was well worth it
Later that night Emily and I made pizzas, watched Step-Brothers and made our killer half marathon playlists on Spotify, which is perfect pre-race night if you ask me.
We were up at 6:20 am and half a bagel & cup of coffee later we were heading down to the starting line!
We arrived just as they were counting down the start of the race. #risktakers #rebels #late
Luckily it was a large race so we had plenty of time to slide into our corral and still manage to take a million pics
The beginning of the course went right through downtown San Diego
and over to Harbor Island
These first 6 miles were GREAT. I felt amazing and was having fun and nonstop chitchatting with Em. (I apologize to anyone who had to overhear our conversations. I realize I should have censored what I was saying with my blog URL on the back of my shirt.)
Despite how great I was feeling at that point, the day was only getting hotter and I’m pretty sure that heat + the hills beginning around mile 9 are what caused my downfall as we ran through Mission Hill and Hillcrest.
There was a constant elevation gain for a little over two miles and the entire time I cursed myself for running the FLAT embarcadero all training long
You can’t really tell from this picture, but the elevation just gets steeper at the top.
The rest of the race was full of my mind and my legs failing and fighting against me. My mind didn’t think I could do it and my legs weren’t arguing. I’m really not a fan of walking breaks during a run (which is stupid because that’s just my pride talking), but I couldn’t help it this time around. I was tired, dehydrated and over it.
But you know what? My friends and family got me through. I finished. And didn’t walk during the last mile. AND was able to lift my arms up as the announcer asked if I brought them donuts while I approached the finish line. Sooooooo take that, stupid tired legs.
After crossing the finish line I was greeted by Emily (who killed it btw!) and could not have been happier to be done!
We shuffled home after picking up our goodie bags and I headed out to watch my cousin play some volleyball
Grab some grub
And crash on the couch.
All in all, the SD Half Marathon was an amazing race. The course was perfectly scenic, extremely well organized and I would run it a million times more, BUT with the 3 major lessons I learned from this weekend’s experience in mind:
1. I’m no scientist, but maybe going out downtown the Friday night before a race and drinking until 2 am doesn’t help with my hydration on Sunday. Maybe.
2. DO HILL WORK YOU LAZY FOOL
3. Figure out my fueling & hydration — I only ate 2 or 3 Clif shot blocks during the race, which I’m sure added to my downfall in the end. The biggest issue was that my mouth felt so dehydrated that the thought of eating something seemed impossible, which bring us back to #1.
It’s okay to have a bad race. It’s okay to curse whoever invented running. It’s okay to think you should give up right then and there. BUT it’s just one race.
ON TO THE NEXT ONE, BITCHES!
Sorry for calling you bitches, I just got fired up.