Race details:
Los Angeles, California
Run: 26.2 miles
Course Reported Finish: 4:08:12
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Race Summary:
This race was a real tough one. Coming in, I was already nursing some really sore feet. In addition, I got a pair of blisters on the balls of my right foot, one of the worst places ever. So I had some really big mental blockers. And as the days got closer, I started to feel other lingering, annoying pains on my body (hips, knees, everywhere). So the signs weren't good to start. But I may never run this race again, so I felt like I had to run it, especially since I could take a few months off.
Race morning was okay. I slept well and had breakfast and coffee all on time. I couldn't find my friends at the shuttles so I started to get nervous. I got to Dodger stadium and pooped and it started to seem real. Then the smiles came! I saw Waldo, heard Dave and then Pat popped out. It was a great moment. They really lifted my spirits up high and it felt great. The guys were so pumped and I really fed off their energy! Then we found the mountain main Yurko and the main crew was together at last! We even got a couple pictures together!
We said our motivating words and good lucks and I headed to Corral B. There I waited as they did the usual. The chilling Star Spangled Banner. The few words of thanks to sponsors and some from the Mayor. Then the blast of the gun for the start! Here we go!
I tried to settle in at a slow pace. Everything was good. The vibe of downtown really lifted my spirits. From Dodger stadium to Sunset/Caesar Chavez to Chinatown and Little Tokyo. It was great to run through such iconic places I've seen and visited before but not with empty streets and screaming spectators. And by mile 8, I heard a familiar voice. It was none other than Mr. Yurko himself! The beastly mountain man had stormed through the open corral. He shouted "daizbiz," told me how the got stuck for about 10 min and then said stay strong as he whizzed by. The man is beast. He ended up finishing a strong 3:15 marathon time. Amazing.
We kept going through towards the rest of Sunset and Hollywood and the many sights there. I was so focused on running and pacing and staying positive that I can barely recall the many clubs and theaters we passed by. But even as we passed by Hollywood towards West Hollywood, I felt upbeat and hopeful and the run seemed familiar.
Then as I approached Beverly Hills, the wall hit. I started to feel the pains more. At some point, I actually felt my blister pop in my right shoe. My pace was slowing and yet my heart rate wasn't. The signs were not good. I tried every mental trick in the book to stay positive, to push past the pain cave. But really I just couldn't. Right around mile 17ish, I just decided I had to walk. I couldn't fight no more...
Then a smack on the ass! It was none other than Dave himself! Dave put in a great time, but I had totally calculated that he would pass me much earlier. I was actually quite surprised (and proud) that I held him off this long. He gave a positive "c'mon man, run with me" and I really tried for about a quarter mile. Then I said "not happening bro, push on" and I never saw him again until he had crushed his goal time! Dave was such a beast for a first time marathoner!
The rest of the race was just a battle of wits. From here I did a lot of walk running. I was actually still relatively positive at this time. I was so focused on seeing my friends just outside of Westwood at mile 20. I knew I was going to have a bunch of friends there and, of course, Amanda would be there. So I hurried along to get there and see everyone. I found them and it was just happiness. Just so glad to see everyone and even gave Amanda a quick kiss for Valentine's Day. Of course, she and everyone else just yelled at me to keep running and not stop! Haha. But I had already knew this was not my day and why not savor this moment.
So I had a bit of momentum to run past the Veteran's hospital. As I passed, my college buddy Quinn shouted my name. We had a nice little chat. We discussed how we both were feeling some injuries and that this marathon, despite both our struggles, still felt better than our marathon runs during the Ironman. After some other words, I told him to push on for that sub-4 time as I couldn't make it!
From there, it really was the pain cave. The walking came quicker and the running was shorter. My pace was bad. There was times I looked at my watch and it said my Avg Pace was going to be 11 or 12 minutes for the mile. I was sad. I had self pity. But I tried to stay positive. I kept telling myself that I was wearing the CTF shirt and I couldn't quit. I didn't quit the Ironman, I can't quit the marathon. So walk and jog I kept going. Everything was familiar. I had run down San Vincente before, I could surely do it again. It was even all downhill. So I just kept putting one foot in front of the other.
At the last stretch, I got a "surge" of energy. I write it like that because it really was only a slight boost, but it felt like a huge uplift. I "ran" every step of Ocean Blvd to that finish line. My ego had suddenly kicked in and it told me that despite the pain, despite everything, YOU ARE NOT WALKING DOWN OCEAN BLVD!!! And I didn't. I kept a good stride and I made it all the way down what seemed like miles of Ocean Blvd to that finish line and just wanted to collapse!
And that was it. I came in at a "slow" 4:08. But time wasn't the goal once the race had started. The goal just became to push through, to never give up and to finish what I started. I think that's the biggest character building part about a race. No matter how much you prepare, no matter what your fitness, no matter how the course is laid out... Every race is you against yourself and the unique challenges you'll face along the way. Who you are is defined by what you do. It's a great parallel to life. You'll have challenges, you'll want to give up and quit, you'll want to take the easy route. But the strongest people push through, they fight to the finish and, if they can muster it, finish strong!
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