Sunday I ran the Kaiser SF Half Marathon. Yep. I sorta kept that a secret.
Not on purpose, I just didn’t know if I was going to run or walk it. I didn’t really train for it, like I had all my other half marathons. This one was just for fun. Plus, I was sick with a stomach thing earlier that week.
Kyle’s mom had signed us up a while ago. She recently had foot surgery and wanted to walk it. I felt like I needed to walk as well, until Kyle and his mom said I should run if I felt up to it.
I woke up on race day, still not certain if I would be running or walking. The cold and rainy weather certainly didn’t help my decision making process…Kyle texted me to tell me that it would rain and to dress accordingly. What? I don’t run in the rain, that’s what my treadmill is for. This should be interesting.
At 5 AM, I forced myself to shove breakfast down my throat. My typical pre-race meal: bagel or toast with almond butter and banana. I hate eating on race days.
After trying to figure out what I could wear to run in the rain and a few nervous pees, Kyle drove us to Golden Gate Park so we could run and walk 13.1 miles with a bunch of other crazies.
I wish I had better pictures to show you, cause I think I’m going to jail now.
Kyle was amazing and brought his bike so he could ride back and forth between his mom and I to cheer us on. Let me tell you, I needed to see his face those few times.
I’m pretty sure this was when I was running into the wind and rain and I could no longer feel my fingers. Look at all that tension in my shoulders…I needed Michelle to tell me to relax 😉
I didn’t PR or anything, but I’m okay with that. It was nice to do an unplanned race <–something I never thought I would say.
As soon as I crossed the finish line, I started to look for Kyle. I had given him my jacket a few miles into the race, and it had my phone in it. We spent at least 30 minutes looking for each other, during which I stopped off at the medical tent to get an ice pack, ate a few free samples, and got my free SWAG. No medals given out at this race 😦
By the time he found me I was so cold that I wanted to cry. In fact, as soon as he came running over to me, I started tearing up. I was just so cold and I was so freaking happy to see him haha.
Kyle’s mama rocked it. I mean, who decides they want to walk 13.1 miles in the rain just for fun after foot surgery?
I don’t have much to say about the race itself. It was a beautiful course, stretching through Golden Gate Park, down to the beach, and on the Great Highway.
It was mostly flat with a few minor hills here and there. The volunteers were awesome, coming out on a cold and rainy day to hand smelly people drinks, only to let us throw the cups at their feet. I would definitely do the race again, but preferably without the rain. Duh.
The stats from my Garmin:
13.26 miles, 2:04:16, 9:22 overall pace.
Miles 1-7: 9:57, 9:04, 9:29, 9:11, 9:08, 8:26, 8:52
Miles 8-13.1: 9:11, 9:40, 9:58, 9:41, 9:35, 9:31
Looking back, there were a few things that I would have changed:
I wish I would have started farther up at the beginning of the race. There were no corrals, so I guessed. And I would rather do a lot of weaving once we get started than piss a bunch of Kenyans off.
I wish I wouldn’t have stopped to take my jacket off and move my bib from the front of the jacket to the front of my shirt. I figured I would wear the jacket the whole time and I wanted those darn photos. Woops. Who knows, I might have gotten that PR. But like I said, I wasn’t really going for that.
I wish I didn’t give Kyle my gloves when I gave him my jacket. My hands got so cold when we were running on the Great Highway, that I had to squeeze them to increase circulation.
I wish we would have taken photos, especially of Kyle’s mom and me (before and after the race). But due to the crummy weather, no one wanted their phones out.
I wish I would have done more strength training. I found out that my weakest links are my legs. I’ve never been a runner. I was the one gasping for air after 1 mile. So now, even though I can run 13.1 miles, I still assumed my endurance was the weaker link in the chain. Wrong. Around miles 9-10, my legs started to feel like lead. This was the first time after a half marathon that I was sore. I know weather had a little to do with that (I could tell that I was running differently). But hey, now I know what I need to work on right?
BUT shoulda, coulda, woulda.
All that matters is that I had fun and I learned from it. Check and check.
The biggest thanks to Kyle’s mom for signing us up, and to Kyle. The best boyfriend out there. Kyle also hopes I never have a race in the rain.