I ain’t even mad, bro.😀.  Actually my new motto might be “just hang on”.  But before we get into that, let’s talk about the expo real quick.
The Expo-

Saturday dawned rainy and windy. Â Those running the 5k ran in the rain. Â The rain had cleared by the time I arrived to pick up my packet and attend the ambassador meet and greet. Â Picking up my packet was super easy and I wandered around the expo before heading out to the meet. Â I was there less than 10 minutes before I spent money at the Lorna Jane booth. Â Oops, but since that was the only thing I bought, I think I showed restraint!
The meet up was outside and it was so damn windy, I thought we were going to blow away. Â It was nice catching up with the repeat ambassadors from last year and meeting the new ones. Â A few of them I had been trying to meet since the Ventura half. Â Â It was so windy and cold that after chatting, getting our shirts and taking some pics, we all scattered to do our own thing. Â Â I headed home to rest a bit and figure out food. Â I had been having a mental struggle all week, going back and forth between following my new diet rules or following conventional running wisdom. Â Â Spoiler- I chose wrong.

The Race-
Sunday was supposed to dawn cold and windy, so I tried to prepare for that. Â I didn’t feel like I got enough sleep and my stomach was cranky but neither of those are new things on race morning so I didn’t pay too much attention. Â My mom was dropping me off so I didn’t have to catch the 4am bus to the start. Â I got to the start with 15 minutes to spare so I figured I would hit the port-a-potty line just to be sure. Â The lines were huge. Â By the time I got out of there, they had moved the corrals up to the start line, oops.
Miles 1-5-Â 9:25, 9:14, 9:20, 9:36, 8:31
The whistle blew and we were off- sort of.  I ended up starting behind the 2:45 pacer. Rutro. My fault but the first mile and a half were spent bobbing and weaving.  I dropped the 2:45, 2:30, and 2:15 pace groups when I decided I just needed to run my own race and not worry about catching the 2:00 pace group.  In one way it was freeing not having to worry about keeping them in sight.  It meant I had to pace myself and while I knew breaking 2:00 was unlikely, I was feeling strong and thought I could PR- sub 2:05.
We hit the first of the long hills and I still felt good going up. Â Last year at this time I was already sucking air and tiring out. Â Thanks to all the weaving I did at the start, my Garmin and the mile markers didn’t match so I just checked my total time at each of the course markers. Â I was feeling pretty good as we the flat section before turning up another long climb.
Miles 6-8- 9:36, 11:25, 9:29
About a 1/4 mile into 6, my stomach started to make itself known.  I began to wonder if I was going to have an issue. But wasn’t even the biggest thing to happen that mile. Maybe it’s because I was focused intently on telling myself I was fine and not paying attention to much else, but the next thing I knew, I was airborne.  Â
It’s still kind of blur but I remember hitting the ground and rolling.  My water bottle ended up about 10 feet down the course. WTF?!  About 5 different runners stopped their race to come help me.  Some helped me up while one chased down my bottle.  A bike medic was there in seconds.   I was kind of in shock/ denial, so I honestly don’t remember if I thanked all of them.  I posted a big shout out to them on my Facebook page but I feel bad if I didn’t say it right then.  😔  I assured the medic I was ok and kept running.  It was few yards later that it all set in and then I was trying to talk myself out of hyperventilating myself into an asthma attack.
Eventually I calmed down and I was still on track to PR.  Halfway through mile 6, my stomach let me know that I needed a bathroom and I needed it now. There were no bathrooms at that point.  I had to start walking because it was either walk or embarrass myself.  I walked the rest of 7 just taking deep breaths.  I felt a little better by the turn around so I picked up the pace.  I said goodbye to the PR hope but knew I could still beat last years course time even with the fall and the walking.  At mile 8, I was 4 minutes ahead of a last year.
Miles 9-11- 13:01, 9:48, 9:54
Around 8.5, my stomach reared again. I was near an aid station so I looked for bathrooms. Â I finally found them off to side and back away and bolted for them. Â Â Not sure if I looked urgent or if he did this the whole race but there was a volunteer who directed me to which port-a-potty was open. Â Thank you!
After that snafu, I was back running but had slowed a bit.  Shockingly enough I was still on track to beat last year’s time.  I just had to stay under a 10:00 pace the last few miles.  My legs felt strong; bruised and bleeding but strong. My mental game still felt on point as well.  Despite the morning so far, I wasn’t defeated and I wasn’t  giving up.  We had a nice decline portion before we went from the roads to the railroad trail.  I knew there was the suspension bridge and a few streets left before the finish line and I was still hopeful.
Miles 12-13.1- 10:37, 12:49, 2:17
Mile 12 slowed some towards the end thanks to my stomach again but I thought if I could a 9:00 for the last mile and sprint the .1, I could still pull this off.  I shouldn’t have gotten cocky.  My stomach threw a fit in the last mile.  Why are there no bathrooms at mile 12.5?! Ha!  There were 2 times I had to get myself completely off the road, out of the way and just stand still, focusing on deep breathing and calming my stomach.  My fastest pace was now a jog but I was mostly walking.
It felt like more than 100 people passed me in that last mile.  Including the 2:15 pace group.   The last .25 mile is a paved path that goes around the pavilion at the Madonna Inn and I had been looking forward to sprinting it.  I walked 90% of it before jogging across the finish line.  Half marathon#12 done.
Finish-Â 2:15:07
Once I crossed the finish line and got my medal- which I feel like I fought for!- I was looking for a bathroom. I had wanted a finishers picture but the line had about 50 people in it and that was just not going to happen. I also should have stopped at the medical tent but I had other priorities.  Plus, my arm warmers had done a pretty good job of drying the blood.

My mother found me fairly quickly and we headed for the back of the pavilion where the port-a-potties and UPS trucks (bag check) were.  After that, I made it as far as the grass by the trucks and just tried to calm my rolling stomach.   I wanted to try to find some of the ambassadors and see how they did but was just not up to moving.   I had eaten nothing and had drank very little throughout the race as I knew my stomach was just not up to it.   I let myself have a bit of the chocolate strawberry protein smoothie that Jamba Juice made for the finishers.  It tasted like a Frosty.  🙂  We ended up leaving not long after that, I was feeling rough again and couldn’t handle another port-a-potty, so we headed to the McDonald’s down the street. Real bathrooms and I got an ice-cold Diet Coke. Oh the magical healing properties.  🙂

Like I said at the beginning, I am not mad or even sad.  There were quite a few times throughout the race where I could have said screw it and bailed or phoned it in (see Ventura) but I knew I was stronger than that. My legs were feeling fresh, tumble not withstanding, my head was in the game and I was determined.   I think that’s one thing that came out of my McMillan training plan that I wasn’t anticipating- the confidence. I knew I could I do it, and I still honestly believe that if it hadn’t been for my stupid stomach, I would have PR’d, hills, fall, headwind and all.   Yes, the wind had picked up and was pretty bad but by that point it was the least of my concerns. 🙂 So with everything that race morning threw at me, I am damn proud of that 2:15.
I love this race. I love the course and the crowds.  The expo is still my favorite and the volunteers and staff are amazing.  Seriously, I think the bike medic was there before I stopped rolling. I am already looking forward to next year.
Ever fallen while running? This was my first time.Â
What race/ run are you really proud of?
















