On July 13th I did the Carlsbad triathlon. The weather was nice (not burning hot like last year) and I beat last year's time. I hadn't trained nearly as well as I could have, not out of lazyness, but lack of time. This has been a hectic year and doing all these events have helped me cope with it all. I have the Malibu Triathlon coming up in about six weeks and I've decided to make a few changes before then:
The race! To begin with, I’m writing this post which means I survived the race. Overall, a pretty good race. Considering I had only two months of training and some terrible long runs the race went pretty well. It was an early start (6:15am!) which meant I had to wake up at 5am at the latest. I ended up waking up at 4:30 because I was paranoid about my alarm not going off. I may have mentioned previously that I have a hard time eating really early and so soon after waking up and eating my breakfast was like eating a block of wood and spooning sawdust into my mouth along with it. It was not a pleasant experience Most of the race went pretty well and I was on track to meet my target time until mile 19. I didn’t hit the wall or fall apart but I did have a small cramp in my leg that started around the halfway mark. After drinking some water and slowing down a bit the cramp eventually went away and was manageable. No, what killed my time and spirit was the awful hill at mile 19. Take a look at the elevation screenshot below:
I always have trouble visualizing how bad these look on paper. My first marathon in Oakland had an elevation map that looked similar to this but it ended up not being nearly as bad as this one. I ended up running the entire hill during the Oakland marathon but this one was too much. It was on the freeway, which should have a been a fun experience but it wasn’t at all. I got on the freeway between 9-10am and it was already blistering hot. There was no shade and no aid stations along the way. If I hadn’t brought my own water (a mistake I made during Oakland) I probably wouldn’t even have finished the marathon. Usually during these runs there’s always the lone crazy guy who runs the entire length of the hill. In this race, however, the lone crazy guy wasn’t around. It was too much, even for him. As I shuffled up this hill, I could feel the air of defeat around me. There was just an atmosphere of disappointment as people watched their personal records (including my own) slip away from them. Instead of being happy after getting over the hill, the feeling was more of a “Ugh now I have 6 more miles left.” The remaining miles weren’t too bad, but after the demoralizing experience of running up the 163 freeway, it was more painful that it should have been.
Aside from that the rest of the race was a crazy experience. There were two men who ran the full marathon completely bare foot. It was admirable until I saw one of them step out of a porta-potty. Gross. Right after stepping onto the freeway and just prior to the hill I saw a police officer playing around on his motorcycle and swerving back and forth, like you would on a bike when waiting around for something. The bike ended up falling on top of him and a bunch of runners ran over to pull it off of him. He was fine, though, but he must have been extremely embarrassed. Now that my personal record attempt was ruined ( I still beat my first time but that time is an embarrassment) I’m making plans on running one more to redeem myself. I won’t run the San Diego course, however, unless they get rid of that stupid hill or at least put it earlier in the race. I spent the following two weeks eating pizza and I’m about to dive back into training for a sprint Triathlon next followed by the Malibu Tri again September. Fun!
Hi! I'm Ashok. I like computers, movies, building stuff, and exercising more than is considered acceptable by today's standards. I live in California and I cohabit with a dog named Juggernaut.
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