San Diego: The Half Marathon

Sunday, August 17th, the race day had finally come. For months, I have been training for America’s Finest City Half Marathon. I had invested many hours, running upward of 25 miles a week. The training required a combination of physical discipline and social sacrifice to accomplish the long distance runs that prepared me for the race. Although I followed my training by the book, I was still nervous about the race.

I slept so lightly the night before the race that when 5am came along I practically jumped out of bed. I ate breakfast, put on my big dorky watch, pinned on my bib number, grabbed Shuffley (my iPod Shuffle) and headed out the door. I sat down on board the freezing shuttle bus, wishing I had stopped at the Starbucks for coffee. A woman in her 40’s sat down next to me and as if we had been awake for hours and known each other for years, we immediately started up a conversation. I found myself more outgoing and talkative than I usually am, especially towards a stranger, to distract my thoughts from the race. We were dropped off at the starting point, Cabrillo National Monument at around 6am. My new friend and I hung out for the hour that remained before the race started. At this point, it started to feel surreal to me; the many months of training alone had made running become a personal outlet for me, but now I was surrounded by hundreds of people, all in it together with the same purpose and goal.

At 7am, the runners began to slowly move forward meaning the race had begun. I said my final words to my new friend, put on my headphones, and went on my merry way. The merriness quickly came to a halt when I realized Shuffley would not turn on. Months of training and preparation to the sound of music, only to have the next 13.1 miles without a song or a beat. Within a few strides, I realized that being upset about it was useless and nothing could be done. I had no place to store the headphones, so I kept them on, secretly hoping that maybe Shuffley would start working throughout the race. In the meantime, I listened to sneakers hitting the pavement, conversations, and cheers from the sidelines. I was surprised by the number of people who stood outside their homes in their pajamas, with a cup of coffee in their hand, cheering everyone on with words of encouragement.

I ran across the finish line to Coldplay’s Viva La Vida playing on the speakers, a song I never thought would become so important to me. My finish time was 2:21:04, which means I was running at a 10:46mins/mile pace. My overall place was 4169 out of 6474. In comparison to all females, I was was placed at 1787 out of 3335. And finally in comparison to all females between the ages of 20-24, I placed 185 out of 303. As you can see with these results, I am not a very fast runner. However, the race for me was not about speed and competition, but instead more to do with finishing. Although very tempting, I never stopped and walked, but only pushed myself through to the finish line.

In the end, I enjoyed San Diego and it’s half marathon; it certainly is a fine city. I love running and I have come a long way with it, which makes me happy. I definitely plan on doing another half marathon again, along with hopefully someday completing a full marathon. However, I am in no immediate rush right now to start training again for long distances, but will continue running regularly.

Note: Shuffley started working again while driving to the hotel on the shuttle bus (!)