I absolutely love this race. It is local and I know the course well. Besides having run the race itself five times previous, I frequently do my training runs around the course, so I know the terrain, the elevation and what to expect. The one thing I have always despised about this race is the start time. I have always felt like it was waaaay too late (typically, 7:30, but this year they moved it up by a whopping 10 minutes) and the heat typically zaps me and leaves me nauseous by the end of the race.
However, the weather could have not been more perfect! It rained the day before and the clouds hung around throughout nearly the whole race.
I knew it was a good sign when the sun was not beating down on me already, at the start. On the right is a picture from last year before the race, and the left is from this year. You can see how the cloudiness cooled the morning down.
I arrived early enough to do some stretching, find a good spot at the start, kiss my family good-bye and soon enough, head off.
Even though I have done this so many times before, I was nervous! I knew I would finish the race, but I cannot say that my whole mind and body was in it. I was worried about how difficult the next 13 miles would be.
This course is definitely challenging. There are tons of hills to contend with, but knowing where to expect them helps. The elevation chart is below. My plan was to start and end fast and take it slower in the middle, when the hills made their appearance.
I probably started off a little too fast and was experience side stitches around mile 3. At mile 4, I stopped and did some quick stretching. This really seemed to help and I scaled my pace back a little, and did not experience the pain again.
Around mile 5, the first big hill was conquered and my hips were wondering why I was doing this to them. I continued to struggle with tight hips and hamstrings through the remainder of the race. This was not something that I was expecting, and it begin to slow me down.
With the hip and hamstring pain, I really scaled back on the hills and did not push myself up them too hard. I did not want to push myself to the point where I was miserable or not enjoying it.
I made the decision a few days before that this would probably be my last race, at least for awhile. I know this is very dramatic and Jay-Z of me, but I think I have officially burned myself out of running. I have an overly dramatic post about it all planned later this week, so stick around.
I was thinking about how this may be the last time I ran this race and felt a little emotional at certain points. I also saw some of my fellow runners wearing shirts from past races I completed, and I begin to reflect on my running experiences.
I saw one from The OC Marathon, 2010, in which I ran my best marathon time ever! I also had one of the hardest races, that time around, resulting in me throwing my water bottle at mile 17, like an insolent infant and spewing a string of profanity, that was equal parts innovative and hateful, that I am equally proud and ashamed of it.
I saw many from Surf City Marathon, which was my first ever marathon in 2009, and will always have a special place in my heart for showing me what I was made of, and making myself proud.
I saw quite a few from past Run Through Redlands’ races, and I reflected on the various ups and downs I have had in the past years in my personal life, and how those ups and downs were reflected in my performance on the course.
Still, I felt my heart and soul not completely in this race like it normally was, and felt certain that it was time for retirement.
As I started to get to the downhill portions, I tried to increase my speed. As the miles begin to build, my pace slowed more and more and the pain in my hips and hamstrings increased.
I stopped around mile 10 to stretch, which helped a little, but my pace continued to slow. I tried not to let this bother me too much, and tried to make peace with not pushing myself too hard. I did not want to finish this race miserable, as I have so many other races where I have put too much pressure on myself.
Around mile 12, the sun was barely peeking through the clouds. I felt incredibly grateful that the weather cooperated, especially knowing that the temperatures will climb to the 90s, later this week.
I also felt a little bit of stomach cramping, but was thankful that I was almost finished!
As I rounded the corner towards the finish line, I heard my mom’s ever present cheering and saw my family, and a few friends. I felt so fortunate to have their support and I was ready to cross the finish line!
I was glad I did not feel the heat exhaustion I have felt in years passed. I immediately started chugging coconut water and fresh juice made with pears, turmeric, fennel and golden beets. I am hoping the turmeric would help combat any potential inflammation.
As per tradition, we went to eat at my favorite, local Mexican restaurant, Oscar’s. Once we got there, I felt a little…off. I was begin to feel dizzy and nauseous, something I hoped the hydration right after the race would have prevented. I had a hard time even looking at the menu, but less thinking about what food to order.
I defaulted to my Mexican roots, and ordered a Sprite, which we pretty believe cures everything. Turns out, it does. Within about ten minutes, I felt normal again and could finally start eating chips and salsa.
I ordered chilaquiles (just asked for no cheese, and add veggies), with a side order of beans and a melon margarita.
My husband ordered the tofu platter. It comes with grilled tofu, veggies, beans, rice and hand made tortillas. It is delicious and filling.
Overall, I feel the race was a success. It definitely was not my best, but I am obviously not at my best in running, anymore. If this does in fact, turn out to be my last race, I am glad it was Run Through Redlands. This has always been a favorite of mine and one I may return to run, just maybe in the 5K.