As most people know, we got stuck in San Diego for an extra few days. Since we were stuck on a weekend, we looked for another local race. After Pring at the Carlsbad half and spending the next week enjoying steep hikes and runs, neither of us had any race goals. Until the day before we didn’t even know we would be racing again.
San Diego is also much hillier than where I live in NJ, so all of my runs were on a much different terrain. I loved it though!
I knew the race wouldn’t be another PR but who cares? I enjoy running and thought it would be fun to do another race.
We got to the race a lot later than we had hoped and we had to cut the warmup short. We got around 2.5 miles and quickly ran to the start.
To my surprise, they had self-seeded, corrals with rope dividers. There were over 1000 racers and luckily I found a spot near the front. Before the race started, they let the corral ropes down and all of a sudden 20 young children headed to the very front. HA, I guess the ropes defeated the purpose.
The race started at 7:30 and we were off. The course immediately went uphill and then back into a dirt trail. It was a gorgeous view. I passed two women and found myself as first female overall.
There were a few cracks in the trail but nothing to prevent speed or footing. We passed the first-mile marker just under 5 minutes. I thought to myself, “wow I have gotten so fast these days”. I knew the mile marker was not in the correct spot… My Garmin beeped about 40 seconds later. I did run my run my fastest mile in about two years (5:39).
The second mile began rolling hills as well as uphills. It reminded me a lot of the mile hill repeats I have been running back home. It was one of the hardest miles I’ve run in a while.
By the end of the mile, my quads were screaming. I heard a woman coming up behind me. She made it seem effortless as I’m about to vomit on the side of the road. I hit the second mile in 6:19. I thought: hopefully I can, at least, maintain that pace.
The last mile was a lot less stressful. I just focused on the end. My quads and muscles were tired. The 5k is a funny distance, you feel great, and then you feel awful.
It’s all of the pain, and lactic acid of a longer event compressed into the final mile, every single time. I was extremely tired but focused on the finish line. I could see my husband as well as several people including the women in the finish shoot and I thought, “why can’t that be me”. Luckily it wasn’t too far off. I ran the last mile in 6:07.
I finished in 18:40 and second women overall. I was pleasantly surprised since unlike my PR, the race wasn’t in optimal conditions. I’m glad we signed up for the race and enjoyed another California race.
Questions for you:
Is your area hilly?
Have you ever gotten stranded somewhere because of a storm?