“Getting what you want is not near as important as giving what you have” – Tom Krause
I arrived at San Dieguito Park around 6:40 on Sunday morning. I lucked out and was able to park in the lot close to the start line.
It was cool and cloudy- perfect running weather. I picked up my bib, used the portapotties (no line!) and then started the 10 minute walk to the start line.
After catching up with a friend from college (he is crazy fast) I took my place at the start and was ready to go. It started to sprinkle and I crossed my fingers that we would not end up in the midst of a downpour.
The national anthem was sung and then the gun went off. Time to do work.
The first mile or so was a slight downhill. It’s easy to go out fast so I tried to find that comfortable yet slightly hard pace that I thought I might be able to hang on to.
Mile 1: 7:25
Ok, probably too fast. My original goal for this race was to run a 7:30-7:35 average. I knew it was hilly but had forgotten how hard this course actually is. I was quickly reminded as we started the first big climb at mile 1.5. We went from 14 feet to 300 feet in elevation. At that point I figured if I could stay in the high 7′s I would be lucky!
Mile 2: 7:37
Mile 3: 8:00
After mile 3 the course started to roll. I started to feel warm and knew I could run sub 8′s, even in the hills. I would have to run my uphills smart and take advantage of the downhill. I was determined not to let my pace increase to 8′s unless it was during a climb.
Mile 4: 7:18
Mile 5: 7:40
Mile 6: 7:47
Mile 7: 7:51
Once we hit mile 7 I knew we had some flat and that the turn around was approaching. I knew I could make up time on the flat
Mile 8: 7:21
Mile 9: 7:28 (at this mile a young volunteer yelled out you’re in the top 25 of all females. I figured she had to be nuts!)
At mile 10 we hit another solid climb and then had a sweet decline before heading up once again at mile 12-13. Yeesh!
Mile 10: 7:59
Mile 11: 7:15
Mile 12: 7:28
Mile 13: 7:45 (the last climb just felt cruel)
When we made the right turn to head toward the finish I could hear the announcer and kicked it into gear. I knew I was going to be able to break 1:40. I GAVE IT MY ALL…
Last .10 6:45 pace
Finish 1:39:46, 7:36 avg.
143/1094 (small race)
3rd in AG Awards! (Technically 4th in my AG but the 2nd female was in my AG so she received a top 3 finisher award)
I crossed that finish line and teared up a little. My purple tank was drenched in sweat. The bible verses on my hands were smeared. My legs were quivering. I freaking did it. 2 weeks post marathon I pulled a PR out of my hiney. With each uphill that felt so ridiculously hard I reminded myself that I was lucky to be able to do it.
Take that hills.
As I gained my composure I quickly looked for my family. I couldn’t wait to see them light up. My inlaws have never seen me race and my husband never misses one. He loves celebrating PRs with me!
After a few minutes of not being able to find anyone I pulled out my phone to call. It was then that I saw the text that my MIL was not having a good morning and they stayed home. I said a little prayer for her and texted back letting them know I did it. I broke 1:40 on a tough course and just like Mimi I refused to give up. We had a little celebration when I got home
I am so proud of myself. I feel like I am finally coming into my own as a runner. I have found what works for me and I have stopped being afraid to just go for it. Man it is so awesome! Not every race will be a PR, but one thing that is certain I will give it my all each time. Heart and soul my friends. All heart and lots of soul.
My friend PrettyFittie had a big fat PR on Sunday too. So glad I got to see her do it! Congrats Ash!
Winner of the StrideBox giveaway will be anounced tomorrow! GOOOOOOD LUCK!