Ok, so this race report is super long overdue! As much as I hate to say it, wedding planning (+honeymoon planning) sorta took over my life for a bit, but alls well and done now so we can get back to our daily running program.. errr or lack thereof ;)
This was my third time running Long Beach and I initially signed up with the intention to PR, but it didn’t happen this year. I can’t say I’m surprised because I didn’t train for it at all. Like zero. Like no running at all. Like the last time I ran was the Mud Run back in June… I knew there was no way I could PR, BUT for some reason, I had it in my head that I could still come in at 2:45-2:50. Why you ask? Because I’m ca-razy delusional, my friends. Ca-razy delusional.
So the night before the race, I did a little math and figured out that I needed to hold about a 12:50ish pace to come in at 2:50. Again, my delusional mind thought… “I can TOTALLY do that.” I went to bed that night, excited about the challenge. I think in the back of my head I knew I wouldn’t hit it, but I was still excited to try for it.
I woke up in the dead of night (or what seemed like it) to drink some tea, eat some oatmeal, gobble up a banana, get dressed and ready before FFABulous Chris (of What I Run Into and Pop Overeasy) came to pick me up. We arrived in downtown Long Beach and parked with no incident. We walked over to the race startline and quickly got in the massive line for the port-a-potties. With empty bladders, we were ready to go!
We ran the first three miles together, and then we split off after that. Maggie the Garmin told me that I was steadily holding a 12:45 pace until I hit mile 7. Then, heading into mile 8, I ran into some really terrible stomach issues. And by terrible I mean… sharp, stabbing, gut wrenching, breath-stopping stomach cramps, plus what Flo likes to call…. “the Bear.” I have never before experienced anything like it. I seriously could not breathe, it hurt so much. I walked and I had to clench so as not to release…. stuff (sorry, I know, totally TMI!).
At mile 8, my average pace breached a 13min pace. It was the fork in the road. I still had enough mileage/time to bring it in at 2:45, but if the cramps didn’t subside, I had no chance. Unforch, the cramps stayed with me the rest of the race. It was TERRIBLE.
I crossed the finish line at 3:07:40. Not even the best of my untrained races, but again… the stomach issues and the Bear were a huge factor.
Peter (the Hubs), arrived just in time from his bachelor party in San Diego to come pick me and Chris up.
So endeth my last race of the year.
I’m not sure what my racing calendar looks like for next year. I’m registered to run the Los Angeles Marathon, but things might change and I might not be doing that. I’ll just be playing it by ear :) Perhaps I’ll do another half marathon next year. In either case, I’ve really gotta get back into shape!
More to come soon, I promise :)
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