Where else in the country can you find a bazillion adorable homes; watch fog billow over steep hills; Or find the beach, the woods, and an internet porn studio within the radius of a few miles? SAN FRANCISCO! And what’s the best way to see the city? On the run, of course!
ROCK n ROLL – SAN FRANCISCO HALF MARATHON RECAP
I’m not one to run a road race more than once. Been there seen that…. except this one. This one keeps me coming back. There is just something magical about the Rock n Roll San Francisco Half Marathon. Getting to the start line, listening and watching the city come to life. (The start line is usually on The Great Highway – so you watch the sun rise while listening to the ocean waves — but this year they moved it to Golden Gate Park. Due to noise ordinance, there was no music playing to get you pumped UP. It was…..quiet & peaceful, which is the opposite of what you want or expect from Rock n Roll Series Races).
Before I break down the race part of the weekend – let me start with setting the scene for you: Kyle’s sister and her fiance were in town for the weekend (they live in Alaska). I made it crystal clear that I had a run Sunday, so they could party hardy & I would hang for a bit, but I was hydrating, fueling, & resting for Sunday. I have been preparing and training for this weekend since I got back from Phoenix Marathon (which if you missed that recap, you can read it here) .
This would be my 3rd time running RnR San Francisco and I had goals. (My first time running the course can be found here – take a second to read it and you will quickly understand why the course is near and dear to my heart. My time was 2:12 and my goal this time around was to beat that)
SATURDAY MARCH 25TH – THE EXPO
I left Kyle, Scott and Meegan behind to have their own fun in the city and I headed off to the Health & Fitness Expo. Picked up my bib, some last – minute essentials for race day and made my way over to the We Run Social meet up.
AFTER THE EXPO
After all the cupcakes (not pictured) were eaten and the fun was had, I made my way back to North Beach where I left Kyle, Meegan and Scott. They had befriended Terry, who playing guitar outside of The Belle Cora . Drinks were flowing, they were having so much fun and all I could think was “can we go now, so I can kick my feet up and relax in my pro compression socks & mentally prepare for tomorrow”
Hubby knows me oh so well – got me a glass of pinot noir and asked that I relax and enjoy the moment. It’s not every weekend that we get to spend time the 4 of us. FAIR ENOUGH. We stayed for about an hour. Terry is so fun & super high energy. We will be coming back to Belle Cora to see him again soon.
ONCE WE GOT HOME
Kyle and I are huge fans of home made grilled pizza. We’ve got the process down to a science so we made that. Enjoyed dinner, talked, laughed and their drinks continued to flow. I was being good & enjoying my glass or two of wine…… (just keeping it real here) and keeping up with my water.
A couple hours later, it was time to start thinking about bedtime, but it was hard to tear myself away from all the fun.
Long story short, next thing I knew…. it was 1:30am. WHAT THE!!!! Time flies when you’re having fun. OYE. I had to be up in 2 hours. I said my good-nights and byes (Meegan and Scott were leaving in the morning, so this was the last I would see them until next time) and headed off to bed.
THE NEXT MORNING
The next morning came fast. (yaaaawn. As I say, you do the crime, you do the time) I somehow got up, pulled it together and prepped for the race. (I requested & scheduled my LYFT the night so I knew exactly what time they would be arriving which was nice and one less thing to worry about). While I was waiting for my ride, I pulled up facebook to send Mataya ( my I Run 4 buddy) a message letting her know I was up and ready to Rock n Roll. She (her mom) had beat me to the message. My little buddy was in the hospital, with a temp of 103.2. My heart sank.
Together, we are on a mission to teach the world about neuroblastoma cancer – creating awareness and fighting for a cure because NO ONE, especially a newborn, should ever have to go through all she’s been though. For now, I’m her voice, as she gets older, she will start being her own voice.
I knew that very moment, that no matter how I was feeling, I needed to dig deep and RUN THIS WHOLE COURSE. Mataya was embracing a hill with this high temp she was fighting. If she can do it with that adorable little smile on her face, so will I. Off I went.
The Pro Compression ambassadors chose the Gibblers as the unofficial sock of the race. The Gibblers seemed fitting right?!?! We all met up at the start line, took a few pics and go ready to run.
The race doesn’t go past these ladies, that would have been a cool pic!
After the EPIC sock pic, I hung with Brian @pavementrunner, Richard @blingwhore & @fitmfam6 at the start line. Knowing that first couple miles were HILLS, I knew I would need a little extra support to PULL me up them.
Brian was AWESOME and pretty much kept me sane ( and laughing) the first 3 miles of the race. I wanted to puke, faint and cry, but held it together because that would have just been embarrassing! As we made our way up and onto Golden Gate Bridge, I fell back a little bit with my pace and told Brian I’d catch up later. One would think running the bridge was flat….nope. it’s a slightly rolling hill (and in my condition of running on 2 hours of sleep, I needed to conserve as much energy as I could if I stood a chance of finishing). My goal of finishing in under 2:12 quickly flew out the window. My new goal was to run non stop. Dig Deep, embrace the hills and just KEEP RUNNING.
It started to sprinkle a little bit on the bridge and I thought, CRAP. As if this wasn’t hard enough already. Thankfully it didn’t last – the weather was actually PERFECT for running. I got to the other side of the bridge just in time to find Brian and ask him to snap a pic. The view never gets old and I never take for granted this is in my backyard.
I chugged along back over the bridge, through the city and across the finish line I went. Running, the whole time. I DID IT.
As I crossed the finish line, I spotted Brian, Richard and Dave (who had finished a few minutes prior to me) and Brian snapped this AWESOME picture. “I FREAKING DID IT!”
This face has been dubbed my finish line #raceface .
While this wasn’t my finest moment in my running career, I’m still proud of how I did. 2:17.
My lesson learned: life is too short, enjoy the moments. Have the glass of wine, stay up an hour later, be present, always. Life is about balance.
I wouldn’t change this weekend for anything, not even more sleep. I can do that tomorrow!
Sometimes it’s not about the pace, but the experience
LOVED this years bling as well. I’ll be sending this one to Mataya. If it wasn’t for her, I would have stayed in bed. She is my WHY.
San Francisco Rock n Roll Half Marathon will always be one of my favorites.
What’s one of yours?