OMG LA MARATHON MY FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR!!!
Yes, the one event in my life for which I am shamelessly, obnoxiously, totally cheesy-ly and excessively excited and enthusiastic!!!
I was looking at my marathonfotos, and in almost all the pics IDed so far I have the most ridiculously blissful great big smile, it’s like, who is this person?! hahaaa.
Because I love LA. I love the LA Marathon.
Every year, without fail, it’s a grand, fun, challenging, and emotional journey unlike any of the other marathons I’ve done.
Turn-by-Turns where I choked back tears a little:
little Santa Monica Blvd
so…… almost all of them 🙂
No, not horrible tears of pain and frustration. Like the Tony Awards. How I Met Your Mother, Harry Potter, the Tony Awards, and now, apparently, every mile marker of the LA Marathon are the occasions during which I tear up.
This one was rough.
We had record high temps, so the vast majority finished slow, and we had double the number of medical aid requests and DNFs, according to the reports I’ve seen/heard.
I was terrified, to be honest, not about the weather, but about kneehab. My very darling, loving, insomniac husband stayed up to drive me to the shuttle at 4:45 a.m., and on the way over:
Me: I mean, now I’m nervous… I could just go home and nap.
Spouse: F that, I stayed up all night and we are two blocks away. You are racing and I don’t want to hear from you until you cross the finish because I am going to sleep. Where do I turn?
Oh, what a sweetheart. He always knows exactly what to say 🙂
Really, Seattle and Kneehab had me scared. The farthest I’d gone in kneehab was about 16 miles, in the safe and controlled environment of my gym’s newer treadmills.
But I’m me, and the fact is I would eventually be doing another full, so it may as well be LA because I LOVE LA. Gotta start somewhere. If the knee is going to fail, at least it will be on a course I love surrounded by people and places I feel really comfortable with.
So that was the Race Plan. No pushing hard. Easy pace, pay attention to the knee, see if you can cross the finish with no alarming or questionable LCL sensations, and see if things feel normal the day after. Running by feel to finish with two knees that could run again (albeit much shorter distances) later in the week. I mean, I was hoping to come in around my LA course record, which I felt was reasonable because it’s almost a half hour slower than my PR and matches nicely with the kneehab paces. But that was a back-seat thought, not an actual goal.
I am grateful for 2 things in this race: That I was already set to do it as a Kneehab test, so no agressive pace goals, and that I ran with my heart rate monitor.
Because it was HOT. So very very very hot. Record breaking hot, with clear, cloudless skies, running on shade-less, blacktop roads. FANTASTIC beach weather, though.
“Am I running or am I driving? Because Santa Monica Blvd is a f[rea]king nightmare!!!”
There came a point where walk breaks were frequent. Most notably the stretch on Santa Monica Blvd from Beverly Hills to the VA. This is when I finally thought to scroll through the garmin and check my heart rate. 176-177 running, and even with the specific decision to walk and slow my heart rate down, I had a hard time getting below 160.
My resting heart rate is around 60. I am a generally fit person and experienced marathoner, drinking extra water and gatorade, wearing plenty of sunscreen, weather appropriate attire and a very effective visor, and I can’t get my heart rate below 160 during a walk break. I can not imagine how it was for some of the other people I know or saw.
So it was a challenge. I don’t know that I’ve ever been so happy to cross mile 18. I heard later that many people behind me dropped around 18 and 19, and one of the elites had dropped at 20 much earlier in the day. Once we got off Santa Monica and into the VA, there was more shade and a little Ocean breeze, and only about 10k to go.
I got my 3 oz beer at Mile 20, finally stopped at a bathroom around 22 – I’d had to pee since the start, but refused to stop until I found one with no line, also in the hotter areas, whether I still needed to pee was a good indicator of whether I was adequately hydrated.
Finally started to cool down around 23 and putt-putted on through to the finish.
Met up with a Maniac I had talked to earlier in the race, he finished about 10 min ahead of me.
Got a bag of ice from medical to put on my head.
Made sure to get the official finisher photo, since this is one I especially wanted to commemorate.
Out of the finisher area, straight up one block to the 2nd street Coffee Bean for a latte and croissant (they were out, so I had marble loaf instead).
From Coffee Bean to the Sanuk on 3rd to buy the sandals I’d been daydreaming about since mile 4 or so.
From Sanuk to the Double Tree to check in with Leggers, cool down, and figure out how I was getting home.
BFF, who was supposed to pick me up since he only lives 3 miles from the Double Tree, woke up sick.
The traffic was horrific.
The cab co. said it would be an hour wait, which mean it would be an hour to get back out of Santa Monica, too.
And like hell I’m paying for cab fare to sit in a cab for an hour when the place I’m going is only 3 miles away.
“This traffic is ridiculous and you sound terrible. Forget it, I’ll walk.”
So after a little sit and some ice water at Double Tree, I reapplied sunscreen, refilled my latte cup with water, put on my new sandals, and walked to BFFs house in Venice, where, once he woke up, spouse came to pick me up safely outside the zone of ridiculous and horrific traffic.
DID YOU NOTICE HOW NONE OF THIS STORY INCLUDED ANY KNEEHAB ISSUES WHATSOEVER?
Yeah, that’s because there were none. My knee was fine.
My knee was fine and another fantastically fun LA Marathon has been completed.
Now, I get to work on kneehabbing my way back to my normal paces… I’m looking at you OC Marathon 😉