Alarm went off at 430am, which would give me enough time to eat, load my fuel belt and get down to the hotel lobby for the shuttle. I’ve been battling a nasty cold this week, with I think Saturday have been the worst. Day of the race, I seemed to have felt better. At any rate, waking up at 430a, gave me enough time to get dressed, eat and load my fuel belt. I thought I had everything ready when I looked down at my left wrist and no Garmin. I frantically looked for my Garmin in my suitcase and it’s nowhere to be found. I had a mini meltdown and decided whatevs on the Garmin, figured I’ll run by feel and not have to focus on looking down at my watch. I needed to be at the shuttle by 5:20am, I kissed James good-bye and told him I’d see him somewhere between the 5:00-6:00 mark. The shuttle arrived in Balboa around 545am or so and the portapotty lines were jam packed. I wandered a bit and could not find anyone so I found the gear truck, lubed my thighs up with Vaseline and Body Glide and waited in a Portapotty line. After I did my business, I found my corral and within a few minutes, we were off. I was standing next to an elvis and a few heads in front of me was Barefoot Ken.
Miles 1-4: just warming up and trying to settle on a pace. No sooner after I hit the start line, I suddenly remembered where my Garmin was, it was in my backpack (oops!). Consumed 1 salt tab at Mile 3 with water.
Miles 5-6: I had to use the bathroom really bad but the lines at the portapotties were too long, decided to pop a squat at a tree in the park, I didn’t care, no time to lollygag.
Miles 7-10.5 : I think this was the start of the 163 freeway, I remember reading that if you stayed to the left of the freeway, the road isn’t cambered. I eventually found a spot on the left and stayed there. I felt the gradual incline, slowed my slow pace down a bit and conquered the 163. Which in hindsight was not that bad, I was expecting it to be worse. Or maybe it was the hills I’m used to running. Between Mile 10-11, I see one of my former TNT Coaches, Coach Al J. I give him a high five and tell him that hill was not bad!
Mile 12-14: I see a few more TNT peeps I know – which was great, it improved my spirits. Even though I was not running or had trained for this with team in training, these were the only people I recognized on course since everyone else was ahead of me in the race. My quads and IT-band start to tighten up again, so I take some walk breaks, head to aid stations to lube up my thighs (hate chaffing and luckily I did not get any).
Miles 15-20: Cruising along Mission Bay area, taking some walk breaks here and there (for how long I don’t know), once I got into a residential area there was a family who handed out watermelon and another family down the road who had Otter Pops. I took both and they felt so good.
After Mile 20, I told myself today was not going to be the day where I hit the wall. The bottoms of my feet were aching, I could feel a blister on one of my toes but as long as I walked fast (there were a lot of people walking this portion), consumed more Cytomax and water and ran when I felt it, I would do fine. I knew James was there at the finish waiting for me, this gave me huge motivation to keep chugging along.
Miles 20-24.5 were the longest – We ran past Sea World and onto some part of the road where there was a dirt trail. I stuck to the dirt so it would be softer impact on my feet and legs, walked a bit, enjoyed the music when I passed a band. Around mile 23, I see Gary (from TNT) and gave him a high five, he told me that Al K. (former TNT coach who helped me with Nike) was somewhere between the 24th-26th mile marker. That was the motivated I needed. I continued to plow on, my pace increased passing those who were fatigued. Knowing that I was almost done, a few more miles to go and then I could stop running (I did not think I would have a sprint to the finish as that was the last thing on my mind). I found Al at mile 25 on Barnett Road, he ran with me until the gate and from there I booked it to the finish, which again sprinting to the finish was the last thing on my mind! Once I inching near mile 26, I heard the announcer call out my name, I was scanning for James and spotted him and my face lit up. He was able to snap a picture of me and I continued to sprint to the finish. Finish time, 5:13:24. I shed a few tears because I just ran 26.2 miles. Wow, I ran a marathon. If you had asked me to run a marathon or even a half marathon two years ago, I would have laughed in your face J
James and I found one another after I got a cold towel, Cytomax, water, a banana and my medal. Went to the bathroom, changed shoes and walked to his car. My post race meal was going to be In-N-Out but there was a 2 hour wait – so we opted for Wendy’s…triple cheeseburger, fries and chocolate milkshakes J A few hours later, we went to Oceanside to Joe’s Crab Shack, where I consumed a 22oz of Miller Lite (tasted so good), crab dip and Parmesean Crusted Shrimp Pasta.
Overall: The weather was a tad humid, however, it was not brutal heat wise. I’m glad there was cloud cover. I would run this marathon again, thought the organization and crowd support were great as were most of the bands. I enjoyed meeting a lot of marathoners from Runners World the night before and the weekend including the long drive home was worth it. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.








