the weather in san diego has been pretty schizophrenic lately. today was full-on summer with the scary kind of winds that cause wildfires. today's goal was to break 1:30 in the half marathon. we woke up early (poor james had only slept a few hours after he pedaled his chicken legs off at a 12-hour mountainbike race on saturday. of course, did awesome. check out his race report).
but my man sucked it up like a champ and shuttled me and my friend molly to the start line (i think i get the award for "picks-the-most-logistically-nightmarish-point-to-point-or-two-transition-races... LUCKY JAMES!). thanks to him, i've never had to take the stinking (literally) race shuttles.
i met up with the breakaway training boys at the start and we were off. the first 6 or so miles were as smooth as they come. it was hot, but the conditions were nice, and the course couldn't get any flatter. i settled in with some folks running the same pace and we were what i'd call "comfortably charging it".
THEN, someone turned up the inferno winds and we proceeded to run straight into a headwind for 5 miles. no, i am not (well only mildly) making excuses for my super-flawed anti-negative split pacing. this wind was for real. see?
at this point (when things got mega windy) i was quite lucky to be a girl...i have found the running male folk to be very accomodating and motivating to women who can keep up with them. several fine lads today were excellent wind shields, split-givers and morale boosters... i got some great pep-talks, "just one girl ahead!" or "she's fading"..."looking strong"... "let's catch that girl!". ....even "hey, you're lucho's girl! california training!" (thanks for the help, Nick!). no need for positive self-talk and brain training for me- i've got the nice running dudes!
when all was said and done, i ran my tail off and squeaked out a 1:28:30. (6:45min/mi pace) 2nd woman overall! (clearly there was no money on this course to draw out the big time racers/competition, but i'll take 2nd in a race of 4,000 any day!). first place was less than a minute ahead. i saw her on a short out and back. but didn't have it to catch her. no problem. today i was racing myself.
here's james, chilling after the race. i'm not sure what this look is, maybe his faris look? or blayne gone rugged.
me and molly (rockstar who ran 1:37 (i think) in her first standalone half!!) pre race walking to the start. those sweats i am wearing are now hopefully acting as a nice pillow or something for someone needy (had to ditch 'em- good old point to point races)
post race with felipe and molly....
me and faris...
the breakaway training elite team crew: felipe, erik, and some chick whose shorts are hiked up too far because she pinned her race number to them
so, good times, good times...i'm really a lucky one to haveawesome teammates and coaches with breakaway and mr. tim (who lives with lots of goats as i found out from kerrie's blog) and my life coach, james.