DATE: Sunday, April 27, 2014
LOCATION: Big Sur to Carmel, CA
RACE BEGAN: 6:30 am
FINISH TIME: 05:34:56
As I am scrambling to catch up with life after taking a three-day weekend to do this race and feeling under the weather now, I decided to throw something up here as soon as I could. (Extra delay due to me dumbly upgrading the software on my iPhone, which has pretty much kind of broken it.)
We made our way to Monterey, CA the day before the race. We woke up at 4 AM and started our trek, stopping around the Buellton area at Ellen's Danish Pancake House. I had never had Danish pancakes, which were pretty much very thin regular pancakes. Although I didn't want to get anything else, "The Ukrainian" demanded that I at least get an egg, so I decided to raise him a cinnamon bun.
We got the expo around noon and were kind of disappointed about a couple of things. First, parking -- there wasn't much of it in the area, and we also ended up getting a parking ticket. Knowing this was an event weekend, there should have been more of it, or more leniency in the process. Second, the expo was packed with cliques (super athletes, wine buddies, etc.), and there weren't really any samples. We decided to walk around the Old Fisherman's Wharf and comfort ourselves with food.
|Salt water taffy.|
|Shared paella by the water. Was so tired from the wind that I forgot to take a "before" shot.|
After checking into our hotel and taking a catnap (because we woke up too early), we headed to dinner at the local mall. There was a pizza-by-the-slice place that seemed to suit our pre-race needs.
|Yep, drinking a kiddie drink here.|
|Back of the race shirt.|
The next morning, we woke up at 3 AM (i.e., very early) to get ready before heading to the buses. The marathon and 21-miler had different buses, so "The Ukrainian" and I parted at this point. It took about an hour to get to the start, winding around in the dark. I guess I'm glad it was dark, since everything was still a surprise when I was to run the distance myself, but I did get a bit nauseated from that. When I arrived at the starting area, I used the port-a-potty and then was sad when everyone already ate all the bagels. Really?! Luckily, I was able to snack on some banana and a trail mix bar I had in my backpack. Yes, I decided to run with a backpack, as I knew I needed to bring fuel with me.
As the sun rose and the race was about to begin, I, wearing my sister's Boston Marathon 2013 shirt, got a little emotional as the national anthem was being performed. Then, we took off. The 21-mile course (it's actually 21.6 miles) begins around the Mile 5 point of the marathon. It started off on an incline (and I think some elevation might have gotten to me??), and I think that's when I decided to stick to my "taking it easy" guns.
Here are some pictures I was taking along the way. I stopped taking them pretty quickly, because around five miles in, my fingers were swollen like sausages. I have no idea why this happened so early, as I was definitely hydrating at every station and topping off in terms of electrolytes (I think I stopped for the bathroom five times). It became kind of painful to hold my phone, so I put it away for the rest of the race and enjoyed the views with my eyes instead of my phone. I ran/walked until we passed the tough Hurricane Point area (around Mile 13). "The Ukrainian" passed me around Mile 11 (Mile 16 for him), and he unloaded his gloves into my backpack as we walked up an incline and complained about the difficulty of it all.
So here are some of my race pictures. I look tired in most of them, and they are quite representative. The course was obviously beautiful and worth experiencing, but for the under-trained, and even for the trained, it is certainly no joke. Also, I think by going more slowly, it just made the whole thing so much longer. Overall, my legs felt as swollen as my fingers, so even walking was kind of painful, and I was clocking 18-minute miles at some points. I somewhat worried that I wouldn't make the 6.5-hr cutoff, which has never quite been a concern for me before. I likened it to a really, really long hike. Luckily, there were many people out there just kind of walking along, just trying to finish, so I definitely wasn't alone in this at all. A few people asked about my Boston Marathon shirt, which I said was my sister's, and they continued on, hah.
|So tired I could barely hold up my arms here. Was slumped over in the previous pic.|
As a slower person, I was trying my best to stay as left as possible (per instructions), but a few runners decided to nearly ram into me, anyway, weaving around me. Also, the far left was also very slant-y, which caused more foot/hip pain. I did feel like the 21-milers were kind of regarded as "less than" the marathoners, but I do understand the logistical reasons for this.
My Garmin died without a low-battery warning when I had less than half a mile to go (again, very representative). That last climb before the end was soul-crushing, and I imagine it would have been worse running. When I finally crossed, I could barely make my way anywhere, though scarfing down a small apple, a bagel, and a bran muffin in five minutes certainly helped.
|Love this medal, though!!|
Here was our post-race food:
|Beefiest fish 'n chips ever.|
|Chowder, chowder everywhere.|
Oh, and it was my first time in the Monterey area. It was beautiful, and I hope to return sometime soon!