Race Report: 45 Seconds

I ran the San Diego Women’s Half Marathon this morning and I’m a grab bag of emotions when it comes to how I did. I was set on running a sub-1:40 race and yet my final time came in at 1:40:44. It’s frustrating to know I was that close, and I keep re-running the race in my head trying to pinpoint exactly what I could have done differently.

The medal gets my stamp of approval!

The medal gets my stamp of approval!

At the same time, I PR’d by 3:35 minutes and ran about 15 minutes faster than I did a few weeks ago at the Surf City Half Marathon. Additionally, I almost puked during the last 100m, which leads me to believe I gave the race all I had to give—and that’s a good thing.

The race started at 6:30 AM, so I was up at 5:00 AM. It always amazes me that waking up at 9:00 AM on a weekend is a struggle, yet if I have a race I’m up, awake and energetic before the sun rises. The race logistics and size were wonderful—parking was easy, bathroom lines were manageable and with approximately 1,200 – 1,500 runners, the race succeeded in having that crowd atmosphere but without the uncomfortable cramped crowd feel.

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Race Prep & Puking Pink

Currently, I am getting ready for tomorrow and the San Diego Women’s Half Marathon. I spend significantly more time (and am ridiculously more meticulous) in getting reading the night before a race, than I do before I head to work, hit the bars with friends or go out on a date. I’ll paint my nails, shower, shave my legs, blow-dry and straighten my hair, use a clay facemask and spend time laying out my clothes. Any other time, my routine consists of deodorant and maybe brushing my hair. It must seem silly, but if I feel fresh off a spa day and clean attractive, somehow I am more confident during my run.

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After the expo I saw this–what a breath of fresh air!

During my lunch break, I popped on into the expo to pick up my bib and meander around the booths. I’ve never ran a “women’s” race before, and I have to admit that the forced pink/purple, glitter, girlie theme that enveloped the expo made me want to roll my eyes, puke or both. Don’t get me wrong—I love the color pink. But, believe it or not, I also love the colors blue, beige, green (my favorite), charcoal, lavender, orange and so on. The ever-present “girlie girl” stereotype that accompanies this race frustrates me and makes me cringe.

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Weekly Miles: Gunning For One Forty

I had a wonderful six miles today. I took things easy because I have a race on Saturday, and I want my legs to be fresher than the first sip of a Pliny.Screen Shot 2014-02-20 at 9.03.36 PM

Speaking of which, I accidentally signed up for a race on Saturday. Last week I stumbled upon the race online (Women’s San Diego Half Marathon), and signed up for it without fully thinking things through. I posted about the Surf City Half I did a few weeks ago and while I was proud of myself, I know I didn’t leave everything on the course. I’ve been feeling confident in my runs lately and getting in solid mileage—I know I could have given that race more. So not only was I yearning for another chance to prove myself, but I also already had 13 miles scheduled for Saturday…so why not, eh?

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Sunday Miles: The Manipulative Mind

(written yesterday, posted today)

Today was my long run and I had 8 miles on the schedule. It was an interesting run, not hard per say, but not comfortable. I do my long runs on the weekend and generally use them as a way to reset my mind from the previous week, so I have a fresh mental slate as I venture into the next week. When I say reset, I mean I literally turn off my brain—almost like a meditative state. I know I must be thinking during that time, but I really just space out, daydream and come back without a memory of the run, but always calm, collected and happy.

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San Diego Rock ‘n’ Roll Training Strategy and The Black Cactus

As mentioned previously, I recently began training for the San Diego Rock ‘n’ Roll Marathon that takes place on June 1. When preparing for a marathon, I always create a personalized training plan that incorporates aspects from the various (free) training calendars I can find online.

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But before I jump into what plans I parsed and the specifics of my training, I want to emphasize something I think is more important than the workouts themselves—and that’s attitude.

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Surf City Half Marathon Thoughts

A week ago, I celebrated Super Bowl Sunday the traditional way—chips, dip, fried food and beer. However before that, I decided to run the Surf City Half Marathon.

Screen Shot 2014-02-06 at 8.44.16 PMA mere seconds before the race started, I made a conscious decision not to look at my pace the entire race. Until mid-January, I hadn’t run regularly in almost three months, so my focus in the three weeks before the race was to get my body used to daily, organized and less sporadic running again. In order to get in the miles, I was averaging a pace of 10 minutes per mile during most of my runs—for me this was frustrating, but I knew I needed to gradually work up to a faster pace. My goal for the race was simply to run at this pace and finish strong.

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Let The Party Begin: An Introduction

I’m a runner, so naturally I love beer. This is a blog about running (mostly mine), sometimes beer, and on rare occasion, maybe cats.

IMG_0045I went on my first run when I was twelve with my older sister. She berated me the entire 20 minutes for running too loud, pounding my feet and swaying my shoulders—I loved every minute of it. Today, 13 years later, I still run regularly.

I don’t run for one specific reason, but more so for an infinite clusterfuck of reasons. Some days I run to be alone. Often I run to think about my life and organize my thoughts. Other times, I run not to think, but to daydream instead—I regularly start a run and find myself at my front door an hour later, without a single recollection of what thoughts moseyed through my mind during that time. I run to stay in shape. I run for the Southern California beach summers and the bikinis that accompany those months. I run to see how far I can push my mental and physical limits. I run for the runner’s high—you know that feeling, that feeling after a particularly hard run when you are panting on the kitchen floor and your body is numb, in pain, yet filled with a goodness that makes it impossible not to smile? I love that feeling. I run when I don’t want to run. I run to pass people. I run to pass the time. I run for the beer. I run to race.

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