"In every race there is a crucial moment when the body wants to quit. Then it needs imagination and mental tenacity to survive the crisis. Otherwise the penalty is defeat." --Derek Ibbotson
Well, friends...it was a valiant effort. We went in to the Surf City Half with all we had. I got a good night's sleep and was up and at 'em super early at 4:30am, took my ginger juice shot, caffed up and grabbed Adri--my favorite training partner--and we were off!
I was feeling strong and pacing 7:05 at the 3 mile and 7:25 at the 8.2 mile mark, but I'll be honest: at about mile 7, I started to hurt. Like ouch. And even though she was super careful with it the week before Adri's injured foot started to give after mile 5. It was a perfect reminder to me that no matter how many times I compete, how many races I run, how many classes I teach or people I train, if my base training isn't up and I'm not increasing distance aggressively in those training runs, my body gets mad at me. Lesson learned. So I'm tweaking my base training for the Bayshore 70.4 and the Oceanside Ford Ironman for sure.
I crossed the finish at 1:45:07...3 minutes below my PR and 6 minutes below my Surf City goal. Our worthy adversaries Team BJ ran a fast, clean race beating us to the finish and a bet's a bet: Adri and I will be slinging beers and tater tots at them at Riley's. Date TBD. Boo!
Next up this month is Race on the Base in Los Alamitos, then Bayshore 70.4. Onward and upward!