Saturday, April 16, 2011
Last Sunday I ran the Santa Cruz Half. I had been training for this race for thirteen weeks. I have done four half marathons but I have never trained as hard before as I did for this one. My usual goal is to "get 'er done." My goal this time: do it faster.
You see, I've always been kind of a half hearted runner. Yeah, I like how it makes me feel, yeah it's a great way to lose weight, blah blah blah BUT I never just ran because I enjoyed it. With this training, I actually got to the point of looking forward to it. I relished the sweat, the soreness, the time and effort mainly because I was seeing results. I was getting faster.
The course was gorgeous, the weather was perfect. After I got over the disappointment of not getting a swag bag (what the heck?!), I got myself psyched for the race. I needed to make a 2:30 time in order to get placed in an actual corral for the Disney half, instead of at the back with the walkers and gawkers. I didn't feel nervous at all, I felt... prepared.
Pre - race rituals went well: I ate a banana with almond butter, and there were no lines at the porta potties. So far, so good. I got off to a great start and paced well. Other than some stomach issues that I will not expand upon here, I felt SO HAPPY. I felt like I was finally..... a runner.
Unfortunately despite the fact that five people were waiting for me at the finish, noone saw me cross the line..... in 2:19.
But here's a picture of what you really wanted to see anyway.... what I had for lunch the day before:
Spinach, cucumbers, Newman's Italian (I measure out one tablespoon, yeah call me obsessive), hummus and two kinds of fish: tuna and cracker. Let me tell you goldfish make the best croutons.
I am very, very happy and very, very proud. And you can bet your life I'm buying a Spibelt and taking the damn camera with me at Disneyland.