Home again! What a great weekend at the San Francisco Marathon! The hubby and I had an entire "date weekend" after dropping the
kiddles off at Grandma and Grandpa's.
Woohoo!!! It was much overdue and I can't tell you how much we enjoyed ourselves. We started with some tasty "cow" at Fog City Diner on our way to the expo set up...we even enjoyed a glass of champagne (counter productive to expo set up!). Delicious and nutritious :-P We celebrated each night with an exquisite dinner out. My favorite was Boulevard where we had a forbidden encounter with a scrumptious basket of bread and some fabulous wine.
The San Francisco Marathon Expo was located at Pier 30/32 on the
Embarcadero. It was a great venue with a nice layout. Bart
Yasso's booth was right around the corner and we enjoyed watching the hoards of runners lining up for signed copies of his great new book "
My life on the run". We had a super busy expo and it was great to meet all the Bay Area runners. I especially enjoyed working with one of our favorite "skirts"
Glorybelle Lillie.
Glorybelle, THANK YOU! Your rocked the
RunningSkirts.com booth and you rocked the SF Marathon! You
definately are a speedy skirt!
After two very busy expo days on my feet I took Cindy's advice and "indulged" in an
icebath. We had room service bring up 4 buckets of ice, not to mention the water was already icy cold, and I settled in for my 10 minutes of torture.
AAAaaaaagggggghhhhhh.....
IIIIIII hhhhhaaaatttttteeeee iiiiicccceeebbbaaatthththththhhhhhhssssss! The torture! Once my dues were paid I popped into a nice hot super long shower and then crawled into bed and ordered up some room service. In hind sight Vietnamese cuisine is probably not the best
pre-race meal. duh! We were staying at the
Clift Hotel though and Asia
de Cuba was the room service restaurant and I was so exhausted after 2 days of busy expo that I couldn't muster up the energy to
blowdry and put on makeup. I would just so much rather get the extra much needed
z's. I scarfed down my meals (yes plural...couldn't decide what to order) of
Calimari Salad, Salmon (another one of Cindy's
pre-race recommendations) and some baked
plantain fries. Delicious but
uuugh...full belly ache.
Wake up call came at 4:15 am although it was a pretty restless night. I forgot how loud it is in the theater district! There must have been 4 murders and 10 fires because there were sirens all night long! Anyway it was still very dark when I made my way to the huddles of the race start. I was sporting my
CamoAqua Running Skirt and matching Tank and a fabulous pair of navy blue gloves...thank you Gypsy Runner! It was a bit chilly standing around waiting for the start but I made my way to the
portapotty lines where it was substantially warmer. The lines were long and slow going and I had to scramble to find the Wave 2 start in time.
It was still very dark when the race started and I was wondering if I had made a bad decision choosing the First Half. I was looking forward to running over the Golden Gate and that was the specific reason I chose the hilly half and now I was realizing it might be dark. The race started good. I was running a little faster than planned for the first mile but it felt fine and my
Garmin was telling me it was a 22 minute pace. My
garmin stinks! I have got to upgrade to a new model! I overheard someone behind me say there were 3 big hills. I logged this in my brain and carried on. The first hill was a
doosy going up the
presidio to the Golden Gate Bridge. It was a little bigger than expected and the legs were pretty tired at the top but I knew I had made it to the bridge so all was well.
The first half of the bridge was a big long uphill climb....it seemed to climb upward forever before leveling out for a second and then scooping down. It was super windy too...I didn't even think about the wind factor. It was a lot of fun having those huge gusts of wind at your back...
weeeee. It was a different story though with the head winds. Yikes. I was blowing all over that bridge. It was the funniest thing and I was just laughing out loud as I blew side to side with the gusts of wind. I came close to blowing right into the oncoming runners. At this point I knew it wasn't going to be a pr day. Then I saw Bart
Yasso. He high
fived me and yelled out "good job". How cool...I was running over the Golden Gate Bridge while high-
fiving Bart
Yasso. In a runner's world, does it get any better that that? It was
definately a highlight of my race. That, and I actually kicked a pigeon. It flew out of nowhere and landed right in front of my foot. It was so random and weird. There was not a lot of time to react and I thought it would move but it didn't so it got one of my new
Mizuno's right in the
hooha. Sorry little guy!

After running over the bridge we had a nice downhill into the
Presidio. I love downhill! But I knew there was another hill to climb through the
Presidio so I took it easy. That hill was a beast. I think it was a 10:45 on my
Garmin...
uuuughh. Should have done some hill repeats! Duh! There were a lot of people walking up it in front of me and that's not a good sign. I did make it to the top without walking (took all the mental power I had left) and then I realized I had just mounted 3 of 3 hills. (wrong!) I sped up to enjoy the last 4 miles of "downhill" finish.
Weeee I love downhill and I picked up the pace. I passed a lot of other runners and I was wondering why none of them were picking up the downhill pace. Stupid! I should have known something was up. After turning a corner I see all the runners in front of me climbing another nice steep hill with no plateau in sight. Oh jeez...I thought it was a downhill finish. Well it wasn't. It was one climb after another.

By mile 10 I started having some stomach issues. Oh no. I think I have to go! I started scanning the route for
portapottys because I was now in dire need. I've heard about situations like this from Cindy. She refers to it as the "goo
poo's". I was trying out the new
Gu Roctane and
I'm thinking that might have been my problem. That or the Vietnamese food for dinner last night. Once I got up to the top of the latest hill though it seemed to subside. Then I saw a
portapotty and thought about stopping for a second. No, I can make it. I feel better now and if I don't stop it just might be a pr day. Then another climb...and another stomach cramp. Yikes...should have stopped. Oh No! I was now scanning the neighborhood sidewalks for a makeshift "
portapotty". I was freaking out that I was going to have one of those "
lifes most
embarassing moments" Paula Radcliffe style. This was such a huge distraction to my race. All I could think about was that I was going to have to go and it wasn't going to be pretty. Where are the
portolets when you really need them and why didn't I stop at that last one?!
Then we turned into the park. I knew it was the home stretch and that I would make it, hopefully, across the finish line where I could dart off to a beautiful blue box. Whew! I sprinted it in passing everyone near me, not out of competitiveness, but out of the sheer urgency of my situation. I heard the announcer yell out "
Christy Baker from Cardiff by the Sea" and I smiled inside because I knew I was finished and I knew it was a PR. Thank you God for letting me finish this race with my dignity intact. Of course, once I got through the shoot my stomach was fine.
All in all though I really enjoyed this race. The scenery was beautiful, the weather was perfect and it was a fun, challenging course.
Splits:
mile 1 7:45
mile 2 7:29
mile 3 7:36
mile 4 7:39
mile 5 7:40
mile 6 8:25
mile 7 7:23
mile 8 7:33
mile 9 7:40
mile 10 10:46
mile 11 4:22 ?
mile 12 8:13
mile 13 7:17
mile 13.2 1:33