Pirates Cove 30k Trail Run

a.k.a - “Am I a Mountain Goat?” Extravaganza

Saturday, March 22, 2008, Marin Headlands, Sausalito, CA

Pirates Cove was my “virgin” trail running event last year with the 20k, and I was excited to come back and face the challenge this year with the 30k. Wendell and Sarah of Pacific Coast Trail Runs (www.pctrailruns.com) always put on great events, with their motto being “Runs that Aren’t Races in Beautiful Places.” There are no great prizes at the end, just the knowledge that you completed a competitive and challenging course . . . with the greatest aids stations

It’s funny how time helps fade the memory of agony, which is sort of what happened with this event. I remembered that the first portion of the trail was uphill for a good mile or so (as well as the treaded 1.25 (or longer) mile climb in the middle), and planned to start at the back of the pack and walk it, which I did. As one smart individual advised me last year, “Only the really good or stupid runners try and run the first hill.” (A) I’m not a really good runner, and (b) I generally think I’m not stupid, although that theory was challenged this year.

My running buddy, Karen, had planned to stick with me for awhile, and bless her heart, she did. However, after the second steep climb, at the top of which she was waiting for me yet again, she announced, “This is the last time I’m going to wait.” So I promptly handed over the cars keys, said good luck, and didn’t see her again ‘til the end.

This event runs along the Marine Headlands in the San Francisco Bay Area, just north of the Golden Gate Bridge. Runners are gifted with stunning views of the Pacific Ocean, the Bridge, and Sausalito, which I suppose are intended to help alleviate some of the pain and agony the unprepared or uninitiated will experience. I took a few picture postcard photos at the beginning, but cursed the thought during the second half of the run.

The event was sold out with approximately 500 people participating, 100 in the 30k. The 50ks and 30ks started promptly at 8:30, with the 12ks and 8ks sent out approximately 15 minutes later. We had just reached the lovely straight up, ever-shifting shale rock climbing section when the 12ks started catching up. (What? Holy cow!) When safe, I dutifully stepped to the side and time again and marveled at these runners’ ability to traverse this mess without slipping and falling. (Surely there’s goat somewhere in these people’s heritage.) It was at the top of this particular climb that I bid Karen a fond farewell, as previously mentioned.

We were still sort of packed up at that point, and coming down the hill to the horse stables, this loud belch erupts from the guy running behind me. I congratulated him on its productivity, and assured him I wasn’t at all disgusted while trying to discreetly wipe remnants from the back of my head. ;o)

We hit the first aid station, I stuffed a few goodies into my baggie and split from the 12ks. I was only a few minutes up the trail when I had to stop and deal with a hot spot on the top of my big toe. In the approximately 5 minutes it took me to disengage myself from the hydration pack, fix the spot, and put my shoe back on, nary a soul came by. I had seen a large group of people waaaaay ahead of me, but fearing I’d gotten off course, I backtracked a very short distance until I saw an orange flag, then turned around and retraced my steps. Thus began the extensive, lonely climb to the top (At least there was suppose to be top. Right?). About 10 minutes later, a recreational walker was coming downhill toward me, and since I had neither seen nor heard anyone else, I asked him if he’d seen any orange flags up ahead. “Yep, there’s lots of people ahead of you. You’re not lost.” A breathless thanks and I kept climbing, and climbing, and climbing, and freaking climbing.

This is when I realized I might be in trouble. You would climb 20, 30, 40 minutes at a time, 20+ stairs at a time, have a flat or downhill for 5-10 minutes, then start climbing again. It was unbelievable. I had looked at the course map and understood there was a good amount of elevation change (3,500'), but obviously didn’t comprehend what I was going to be up against. My legs are were talking to me way too soon, and I began to doubt my ability to finish the run.


Except for the occasional recreational runner, walker, biker, I was on my own for a very long time. At one point, just as I was about to start another climb (stairs this time), an older couple came down around the corner. He smiled at me and said, “You may be the last, but you’re looking pretty in pink!” (Running Attire: pink shirt, black tights w/pink stripe down by legs, and awesome DirtyGirl pink gaiters) I told him that they’d at least be able to find me if I died on the trail. A few minutes later as I stood on the stairs catching my breath, here comes another runner from out of nowhere. She passed me, but must’ve been in her own zone ‘cause I didn’t receive any kind of acknowledgment of existence. I don’t blame her.

About 20 minutes later, I hit a wide service trail and started the descent toward the second aid station (same station as the first). I had to incorporate my downhill zig-zagging because I knew my legs couldn’t handle a straight approach. I passed a couple of female participants who, besides the lady who passed me earlier, were the first runners I’d seen in probably close to 1½ hours. Once the road flattened out, I started running/walking, trying to figure out how I was going to make it through the next 7 or so miles. Suddenly from behind me I hear, “It looks like you’ve done this before.” One of the women I had passed had caught up to me, Anissa. She was referring to my zig-zag approach, and I explained that it lessened the pressure on my quads. We powered-walked into the aid station together, refueled, and left together to make the 1.25 mile ascent that I’d been treading since the beginning. It was really nice to have someone to commiserate with about the climb. We both thought it sucked and questioned our ability to keep running once we hit the top.

About halfway up the hill, my stomach started acting up. It wasn’t really nausea, but it wasn’t comfortable, and I felt bloated. I also kept getting a little light headed and would have to stop and walk a few steps, even on the flat sections. Anissa stay with me for awhile, but I knew I was holding her back and told her to go on. She asked if I wanted her to send someone back for me but I declined, determined to finish this thing come hell or high water. Although Anissa ended up a good distance ahead of me, whenever the trail bent at an angle where she could look back, I would see her checking on my progress, which was greatly appreciated. I kept trying to eat, but it became nearly impossible to swallow. My body just didn’t want to cooperate. I kept drinking, but my stomach felt so pressurized, I was worried about drinking too much. It sucked.

After awhile, I came to another service road and started another descent. At Mile 15.32, I came upon Anissa attending to a mountain biker who was down on the ground. He looked to be in a lot of pain, so I thought he had injured a body part. Ended up the guy was having a heart attack! What?!? Anissa asked if I knew how far the next aid station was, I told her I didn’t, but would get there as quick as I could. You know the ole saying, you never know what you can accomplish until you have to? My adrenaline was pumping so fast and I ran as hard as I could, praying the aid station wasn’t too far away. Thank God it was only .20 from where the guy was down! I ran up the hill yelling, “Hey! Hey! There’s a guy having a heart attack! Hey!” The worker called Wendell, who called the park rangers and 911, and the last I heard, they thought the guy was going to make it. Anissa ended up staying with him for over an hour, but came in only 34 minutes behind me.

I asked the worker if I could sit down in his car for a few minutes. My hands were shaking so badly at this point from low fuel, I could hardly hold a cup of water, and I actually felt a dizzy spell try to come on. After a few minutes, though, I sucked it up, put my pack back on and trudged out of there with one of the workers promising me it was all downhill now. At this point, I was intermingling running and power walking, sometimes talking to myself, “Left, right, left, right,” to keep my legs moving.

About 2 miles or so from the finish, I had a sudden need to go to the bathroom . . . really bad. The problem - there are lots of people around, the only grass about knee high, and there’s a lot of poison oak. Nowhere to hide, nowhere to squat safely. Ho-ly smokes! Ack! I was forced to stop a couple of times to try and compose myself before continuing on, constantly surveying the area, trying desperately to find a spot where I could go to the bathroom. At some point I just told myself, screw it. If I mess myself, well, it won’t be the first time, there are showers at the end, and I have clean clothes in the car. Thankfully, the Running Gods were carefully watching over me, as they had been the entire time, and allowed me to keep my dignity.

Now, in the back of my mind I was remembering the wonderful patch of sand we had to run through last year at the end. I began talking to myself, psyching myself up about getting through the sand. You can do it! You know you can! I left the service road, and crossed and began running along the frontage road, wondering where it would turn back to go over the sand. I soon realized this was not going to happen, and my confidence was bolstered somewhat. Also, all along the frontage road, people were out just to enjoy the beautiful day, but had nothing to do with the race. However, many would start yelling for me as I approached them, “Go 3000! You can do it 3000!” (my race number) and it gave me that little bit of umpf needed to push through last quarter to half mile to the end. As I charged up through the parking lot toward the finish line, I could hear my friend, Karen, yelling, “Come on, Leslie! You’re almost there! You can do it!” After 18.80 miles, I crossed the line in 5:00:04 and I wobbled my way to a bench and sat down before my legs could give out me. I was so happy, I almost started crying, and did finally break down when I called my husband. I had waged a war with my body and in my head for 5 hours and had won!

(Exhausted but happy!)

30k Results
Age: 15/15
Overall: 89/100

As an aside, I’d like to acknowledge REO Speedwagon and their song, “Take It On the Run,” which played over and over and over . . . and over . . . in my head for five freaking hours. I don’t care to hear that song again for a very long time and plan to remove it from my iPOD.

Countdown to Pirates Cove

(Picture: From our trip to Savannah, GA)

March 22 will be our (Karen and I) second running of Pirates Cove, which is just a few miles north of San Francisco, outside Sausilito. It's hard to believe it's been a year since our first trail running event. First time around, we completed the 20km (12.43m). This year we're participating in the 30km (18.64m). It's a beautiful course, I just hope the fog isn't too thick this year. Last year the foggiest part of the run was also the most dangerous part. It was this skinny little trail on which there is no way you could pass someone, which was dug into the hillside. The fog was thick, the wind was trying to blow you into the hill, or off of it - interesting. It was after that run that Karen decided she needed to get contacts for running. She needed wipers on her glasses that day.

After this run, we'll be gearing up for the Forest Park run in Portland, OR, which will be our first attempt at an ultra - 50km (31.07 m). I have no doubt Karen will be able to complete the run, but I have doubts about my ability. If the past is any indication of the future, however, I'll end up injured or sick a few weeks prior to the race. Never fails. . . . Never. Right now I'm nursing a slight knee injury (no more squats) and trying to avoid having an MRI. About 10 years ago, I fell down the stairs (all 3 of them) to our garage and tore up my ankle. Grade 3 sprain. Would've been better off breaking my ankle. Ever since, I've had a slight problem with my knee. Doc says it's quite possible I had a slight tear there as well, but we can't tell without an MRI. I'm hoping that the knee strengthening exercises and anti-inflammatories will do the trick. Keep your fingers crossed for me.

Anyway, I am very excited about the ultra, although very nervous, as well. But I know that if I can complete an ultra, anything is possible.

OBSERVATIONS ON PRAGUE

We made it back from vacation in one piece, and we had a wonderful time in Prague. Took LOTS of pictures (560), most which are downloaded here:
http://s182.photobucket.com/albums/x194/fatozzig/prague/, if you'd like to see them for yourself.

I've been working on a "Prague Vacation Report," but, alas, the longer I don't do it, the more my opinion is, "Eh (shoulder shrug), maybe it won't happen." However, I'll do a quick review for you here.

It took us about 13 hours of flying to get to and from Prague. We flew out of SFO on Delta to Atlanta (4 hours), and from Atlanta to Prague (9 hours), which was an overnight trip. On the way back, we went through JFK. From Prague, we flew Czech Airlines, which I don't care to ever fly again. I'll spent extra dinero and fly British Airways before I fly Czech Airlines again. Their planes are so old, the seats still have ash trays in the armrests!

Prague is beautiful, even in the winter with nothing blooming. We had absolutely gorgeous weather almost the entire, as you will be able to tell from the pictures. It was cold, but not unbearable, and Shorty ran around in a long sleeve T-shirt under a long sleeve shirt most of the time. I, of course, wore a scarf, long coat, and gloves as I am a delicate flower that needs to be kept warm. (Ha!)

We spent most of our time in Prague, walking at least 4 miles a day, if not more. Twice we took the train to towns outside of Prague, to Kutna Hora and two days before we left to Cesky Krumlov. The trip to Kutna Hora was my first train ride ever. Figures I gotta leave the country for such an experience! The train ride to and from Cesky Krumlov was on the old style trains (think Harry Potter). It felt like stepping back in time 50 years or so.

The architecture in this city is phenomenal. If you don't know, Prague was not bombed during WWII; therefore, all the old buildings are still intact, which makes for absolutely stunning views. It seemed that every building, big or small, had something unique, architecturally. And there's a lot of reference to the zodiac signs, as well. I haven't researched that yet, so I don't understand why, but about our second day there, I realized what I was looking at all the time. You'll see many references in the pictures.













The food was good, although fairly heavy and rich. We found a couple of places that we really liked. A restaurant/bar in an underground area that used to be used for coal storage, and a little place down a side street that had just the best atmosphere. Really cozy and excellent food. At the bar/restaurant, we made friends with the bartender, Thomas, who spoke fairly good English and was a really nice guy. He is the only one who served me a drink with ice without asking. (Further down, you'll see why this was extraordinary.) Luckily for us, many restaurants print their menus in three or four languages, including English, so we were able to understand what we were ordering. The big thing over there is roasted pork knee, which Shorty had on his birthday. Ask him about it - - he remembers nothing. But he enjoyed it!

The other interesting thing is that drinks (alcoholic or non-alcoholic) are not served with ice. You have to specifically ask for it, and then it comes in a separate glass. I never did get an explanation as to why. And when I ordered a vodka and soda, I got a shot of vodka in a tumbler, a glass or bottle of soda water, and, if I wanted ice, a separate glass with ice. Guess it's kind of a mix-your-own deal. Shorty, of course, was in heaven 'cause there's beer, beer, beer everywhere. Or, as they say in Czech, "Pivo." Small factoid: More beer is consumed by Czechs than by any other country. (I know grammatically that sentence is incorrect, but you get the idea.)

Another observation - those people smoke like crazy! Good grief! Philip Morris is making bank over there. Also, most of the women wear calf-high, high-heeled boots. All the time. It's crazy. I don't know how they keep from turning their ankles on all the cobbled sidewalks and streets. We met up with a couple of young guys from England, and they said that was pretty much the style throughout Europe. What do I say? Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I need to do some research on the incidents of broken or twisted ankles, lung and throat cancer, and emphysema.
They're a fairly dour people, as well. Not a whole lot of smiling going on, at least not at us tourists. I figured they knew we were tourists by (a) we weren't smoking, (b) we were wearing sensible shoes, and (c) we would smile at people.

We made three tips to the Prague Castle area, twice to visit the castle grounds and the HUGE cathedral. The third time was to visit an art exhibit. The cathedrals, as you will see in the pictures, are absolutely awesome. Note re the pictures: Those photos I identified as St. Barbara's Cathedral (in Hutna Kora) are actually St. Nicholas (in Prague). So many pictures, just little bit of confusion. With regard to the cathedrals - holy cow! You can tell who had the money at one point . . . and it wasn't the citizens. These places are incredible works of art in and of themselves.

We arrived in Prague in the morning, and even though we were tired, we following the suggestion of a friend's parents, we made ourselves stay up (there's a 9-hour difference between Eureka and Prague). However, by 3:00 p.m., we were thoroughly exhausted and decided to go back to our hotel for a "nap." Well, that nap turned into an 18-hour affair, and boy did it feel good! Needless to say, by 6:00 a.m., we were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready for adventure. However, I needed to get a run in, so off I went while Shorty hunted down "coffee." I say "coffee," 'cause it's definitely not what you think. If you like espressos, mochas, lattes, etc., you're good to go. If you want regular ole cup of coffee, just keep wanting. Ain't gonna happen.

As I said, I was a good girl and got some running in. With all the walking, I figured I was doing good. Didn't gain a single pound! However, my first day of running, which was our second day, was ridiculous. Not only did I not know where I was going, but since we slept so much the day before, I hadn't eaten in over 18 hours and my body was wondering what the he!! was going on. I got about half an hour into it and felt like I was going to ralph all over the place. My other runs went much better because I found a park about half a mile or so from our hotel. But there are only a few of you who give a rat's rearend about that part of the story, so I'll spare you anymore details. :o)

All in all, we had a really great time, and I would love to go back during the spring or summer when plant life is in bloom and more of the castles are open for visiting. Many people have asked, "Why did you go to Prague? Family history?" No. Then why? Because it's there. Because I've never been before. Because it's a beautiful place. Because it's history. Because . . . well, why not?!? If you get the chance, go. You won't be disappointed.

2008 Goals

Thought I'd post my goals for the year - make 'em more real:

February - Clam Beach Run, 3/4 miles (didn't happen; sick)
03/22/08 - Pirates Cove 30k Trail Run
05/24/08 - Forest Park 50k Trail Run
07/12/08 - S.O.B. 50k
10/10/08 - Bizz Johnson Marathon

If I can accomplish all that, I can do anything I set my mind to.

My "Kids"

Many of you are aware of my love for cats. We chose early on in our married life to not have children; therefore, I have filled that void with 4-legged hairy creatures instead. We now have 5 cats, with the 2 newest additions having been adopted last August (much to my surprise when I came home from an out-of-town conference).






Our last additions are above on the ottoman (l-r): Oscar and Wilson.

Our other 3 are on the couch (l-r): BK, a feral kitty we captured, neutered, and released, and he chose to stick around. It took weeks of coaxing and a few cans of tuna, but he finally decided to trust me, and 2 years later, well, as you can see, he makes himself right at home. Still a little sketchy at times, but I guess that's to be expected when you've spent most of your life just trying to survive from day to day. Fatso, our old guy, about 17 1/2 years old. The biggest love you'll find, especially if you have a lap available or are standing in front of the heater. Warmth is his best friend these days, cold's an enemy to the ole arthritis. Ziggy came to us about 8 years ago from our vet. He had wandered into a vacationer's yard. He was scrawny, all ears and eyes, and a belly swollen from undernourishment and worms. Of course I couldn't turn him away! After free worming and lots of love and food, he has turned into the gorgeous cat sitting on the chair arm with Wilson,shown in the prior post.

People have asked me what my "name" means: Fat=Fatso, Ozz=Ozzy (one of the best cats I've ever had and who had to put down last year), and Zig=Ziggy.

Yes, I will have to be careful, 'cause I could definitely one day be the old "cat lady" at the end of the street with 14 cats running around!! . . . . sad, but true . . . ;0)

Random Thoughts

Let me introduce you to a couple of my pals: Ziggy aka Tony Ma-Rony (L) and Wilson (R). They are 2 of 5 black cats who call my house "Kitty Nirvana."


It's storming like crazy here this week. Gonna be some wet runs. I imagine most of you are getting yourselves and/or families ready for Christmas. Good luck with the crowds out there!

Big controversy has been the switch from CoolRunning to Active. It has not gone well and, needless to say, many CR people are abandoning ship. Many of us have headed over to www.runningahead.com, which is turning out to be a really nice site. I think one guy is basically handling all the traffic, and all I have to say about that is, he must be a computer superman. I think it's safe to say he's been bombarded with CR folks who are pissed about the ragtag conversation. But enough ranting . . .

For the next couple of months, I will be getting myself ready for my first trail run of the 2008, the 30k at Pirates Cove in Sausalito, CA, put on by Pacific Coast Trail Runs. If you ever have a chance to participate in PCTR event, do it! They have, by far, the best aid stations, Wendell and Sarah are outstanding, and the whole thing is a great experience. I've participated in 3 (?) of their event so far and will keep going back.

Goals for the rest of the year include gearing up for my first ultra trail run in May, the 50k at Forest Park in Portland, OR, then the 50k at Salt Point in Jenner, CA, and then the Bizz Johnson Marathon (trail) in Susanville, CA. (yes, i live in california!). If I can make it through those four, I'll be one happy camper, and will achieved what to me only two years ago would have seemed the impossible.

Closer in time, though, is a trip to Prague in January. Oh yes - snow, snow, snow. And yes, I'm gonna try to run in it. I can't go almost 2 weeks without running and be ready for a 30k in March. Ain't gonna happen. So we'll just have to see what happens.

For those of you brave enough to wade this these random thoughts, you're strong people! I don't post in here much, but will try to from this point on and keep you - okay, me - apprised of my progress. As I lay in bed writing this, I can hear the storm - to read, lots of rain - goin' on outside. Should make for a cold, wet run in the dark-early a.m. hours.

Hey - thanks for checkin' this out!

The race was Sunday, November 11, 2007. I had signed up for this race about a year ago, wanting one of the really cool finisher’s medallions designed by a local artist. I had no idea how big the race was until Friday when my husband and I were at dinner and our waiter remarked that he’d read in the paper there were about 5,000 participating. I think my eyes just about popped outta my head. I’ve never participated in an event that big, so it just made things a bit more exciting for me. (I believe the 5,000 consisted of the Fun Run, 10k, and HM.)

We had left Thursday after work and drove about half way to Monterey and arrived there mid-afternoon on Friday (a straight-thru drive takes about 7-8 hours). After finding our hotel, we took off on foot to find the Expo Center, also the starting line, then headed back to our hotel and drove the 15 minutes to Carmel for a walk around town and dinner that night. Really great, intimate little place called Casanova. The building has a wonderful history - - and the menu and wine list carry a hefty price tag. Let’s just say it’s the first wine list I’ve ever seen make my husband sweat! It’s the kind of meal you do once in a decade to give your pocketbook time to recover. But then again, it was Carmel and nothin’s cheap in Carmel.

We spent a good part of Saturday at the Monterey Bay Aquarium and walking around Monterey, and then spent the rest of the day/evening at the hotel relaxing. I’d started coming down with a cold earlier in the week, and by Saturday it’d become a full blown chest congestion/infection and I was feeling pretty crappy. The weather started turning on Saturday, as well, and a look at the weather report indicated showers for Sunday. Great! Oh well. I’d be sweaty anyway, and like my daddy always said, “Ain’t no soap in the rain.”

Sunday morning I was awake well before my 5:00 alarm and basically laid in bed for an hour listening to my husband snore. When finally I couldn’t take it anymore, I got up and started getting ready with a face wash to wake me up, a couple of Luna bars, and a cup of coffee to get things moving. A long look out the window confirmed that it more than likely wouldn’t rain, but it would probably be breezy and cold, so I decided on a long sleeve tech shirt (which would later be a mistake). I almost always wear long pants (unless it’s summer) ‘cause I don’t want to scare people or lead the pack in the wrong direction with my blindingly white legs.

I had been debating for the better part of a week whether or not to use my Camelback waist pack for hydration as opposed to relying on the Gatorade at the aid stations. Basically, I didn’t want to look like an idiot with it. However, I knew what worked for me, how often I needed to drink, etc., and whether or not it looked stupid, I was going to use it.

Hub and I took off about 6:20 to head the 6 blocks to the starting line. It was easy to find - follow all the people dressed in running clothes. After finding my corral and standing around for a few minutes, Hub took a picture, kissed me goodbye, I took off for a warmup, then . . . . waited. Unfortunately, I chose to wait right over a sewer grate, and every so often a not-so-pleasant odor would waft it’s way through the air. A small group of people commented on the smell when they finally figured out where it was coming from, and I jokingly asked the guy, “You thought it was me, didn’t you?”

In that position, we were at a slightly higher level than the three corrals in front of us, so we could see the expanse of people in front us. It was pretty cool. At some point, it drifted back through the crowd that someone was singing the National Anthem, not that we could hear anything. When the crowd roared, we knew he/she was done. There were a few inaudible instructions (think adults talking in the Peanuts cartoons), the gun went off . . . and we stood there. It took me 3:17 from the time the gun went off until I crossed the mat. I know that in bigger races (i.e. Boston Marathon, etc.) this is nuthin’, but it was new to me.

The bolters were speeding off and the crowd slowly began to spread out. A couple of blocks into it, I heard my name being called, and looked over in time to see Hub on the sidewalk taking pictures. We passed a McDonald’s, which evoked a few comments, and began winding our way through various sections of Monterey before heading off to run along the ocean bluff. Before the bluff was a tunnel we had to pass through and everyone yelling as they went through . . . then you could hear the sounds of a bag piper on the other end. What a neat surprise! He was one of 4 or 5 different “bands” that were set up along the course to provide entertainment. One band was set up on a corner turn . . . next to a small hotel that had put out a sign reading, “Shhhh - people are sleeping.” Guess someone didn’t get the message!

Upon reaching the first aid station, I was happy I’d dealt with my own hydration as it was pretty much a congested affair. There were plenty of tables out with lots of water/ Gatorade, but it seemed like almost everyone stopped at the first couple of tables, creating clog. I smiled to myself, took a swig off my GU2O, and passed on through as quickly as possible. It was shortly after the first aid station and about 4 miles into the run that we started seeing the Corral A runners coming back. If you’re interested in the race results, you can see them here: http://www.runraceresults.com/event.asp?ID=RCHV2007. The winner was a 22-year old young man who finished in 1:04 - a blistering 4:53 pace. Unfathomable to this here 41-year old fairly new runner.

At the turn around point, I started getting hot and was regretting my long sleeves. Nothin’ to do about it now except push the sleeves up and pick up the pace. At the next aid station, I doused my head with water, but forgot to take out my one earphone I was using with my iPOD. I think it’s a gonner. I was having a hard time breathing due to the chest congestion, but kept it at a manageable, albeit uncomfortable level, with my inhaler - and I was getting some pretty good practice in hawking loogies! I also started getting a hot spot on my left big toe, but these days I’m a Blister Queen and, knowing there wasn’t a whole lot I could do about it now, just kept going.

There’s a Marine Corps Station in Monterey, and young men and women were positioned all along the route as traffic patrol/control and time callers. At about Mile 10, the young man called out the time, and I pretty much knew there was no way I’d make my self-imposed time limit of 2:20 or under. I felt like I had a 10 pound weight on my chest, and not being able to get a good supply of air in was a hindrance (at least that’s my excuse!).

When I finally was able to see the finish line, I pushed it as hard as I could, finishing in 2:22:34. Hub was at the finish line snapping pictures like crazy, and since this was the first race he’d ever seen me run, was sort of emotional over the whole thing. It was pretty neat. I felt sorry for the young lady who was trying to remove my timing chip ‘cause my leg was shaking so much! We were then herded through the food lines, which went relatively fast considering the number of people and on to find our finishers shirts (Marines were walking around with armfuls handing them out).

I got my finisher’s medallion (which is very cool) and shirt, and I now have my first HM under my belt. I’ve done a few trail runs for longer distances, but they are two different animals, at least to me. I have to say, I prefer trail running, but this race was so much fun, I’d definitely like to participate in it again.