I had a great weekend in San Diego County and ran the Safari Half Marathon at the Safari Zoo. Once again, I want to give you a run down of the stupid crap I think about during my race. This wonderful 13.1 miles was on a green hillside on a cool misty Sunday morning. And no, I normally would not run a race on Sunday, I need to remember that the rest of the world, outside of Utah, does stuff on Sunday. Sometimes, I find myself trapped in the Utah bubble.
First I was late to the race, like really late. I woke up at 6am (Race started at 6:30) and went the wrong direction to the start line. But I finally made it there, and I started at 6:40. I had just enough time to put my timing chip on, down a banana and my first PowerBar (cookies and cream) which was funny because I spent the weekend with one of relatives of the women who created PowerBars.
Mile 1 -" I'm late, I'm late, I'm late. What am I the stupid rabbit in Alice in Wonderland"
Mile 2 -" I acted stupid last night. I'm still upset. Why did I do that? Run faster until I feel better."
(This also made me think about when I first learned that being upset helped me run faster back in high school thanks to my friend Cari (the person that made me mad) and I ran to Justin (the cute boy in my life at the time). And then I thought of Jen who tried the rest of my senior year to upset me before cross country meets.)
Mile 3 - "Wow I passed a lot of Fatletes. Good for them, rock it until you lose it."
Mile 4 - "Cows!! And Tony the Tiger? It's Grrrreeeat!!"
Mile 5 - Overheard an interesting conversation between three girls.
Girl 1 "Ok, we made it to mile 5, so for that one we can drink"
Girl 2 "If we make it to mile 6 we make out with that one guy."
Girl 3 "No, No, if we make it to mile 6, you just make out with the guy while we watch and drink beer."
I swear this was real conversation between these three girls. I can't make stuff like that up.
Mile 6 - "Who are all these chicks with tattoos on their backs. Like every other girl has some hideous design on their upper back. What happened to the good ole days of girls just having tramp stamps that most shirts covered up. WTF"
Mile 7 - "Look a hill with sandy dirt. Ahhh just like at home. No big deal"
At this point I just saw a little hill, but as I turned the corner I heard people start to gasp and someone said "Don't look up." So I looked up... duh. And there it was, 1 mile up not a hill but well you see.
Mile 8 - "One mile up now time for the down hill race. Watch this!"
Mile 9 - "Ahh one of the tattooed chicks wants to race. Let's do this"
Mile 9.5 - "Ha ha, left tattoo chick at the bottom of the hill. I got the up hill race down."
Mile 10 - San Diego Police Department and San Diego Fire Department manned the 10th mile. "God I love a man in a blue uniform. I need to start running with a shirt that says I AM SINGLE"
Mile 10.5 - "I kissed a girl and I liked it." 'WTF!!!"
Sorry I was listening to Katy Perry.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tAp9BKosZXs&feature=player_detailpage
Mile 11 - Thought about him (just like I did last race). Thought about an etch-a-sketch. Stopped thinking and ran faster up the last hill..
Mile 11.5 - Another runner said "Nice place for your phone."
I always run with my phone in my sports bra, because lets be honest, it isn't holding my boobs, I don't have any, so at least I am putting the bra to good use.
Mile 12 - "Last mile time to sprint!!"
Mile 12.5 - Passed a panther (girl in panther costume) and she said "you got this." "Yes I do."
Mile 12.8 - "Last turn pick someone to race. Cheetah Girl, I am going to race Cheetah Girl!"
Mile 13.1 - Cheetah girl beat me by about two steps, both of us at full sprint. So just to recap that for you, I am faster than a panther, not as fast as a cheetah.
GOT A PR OF 1:58:47
After the race I met a Tough Mudder, Justin, who was totally cool and we talked smoothies and a love of running on the way back to our cars on the shuttle. If by chance he reads this blog... Justin I can't find your facebook, you'll have to send me a request. And hope to see you at the Santa Barbara
Marathon or Tough Mudder in July.
My stomach rumbled the rest of the day from running, it does that after a long race. I still took a small hike and still made it to church. And at the end of the day I had the best cold oatmeal ever!! And that help settle my stomach.
As for the rest of my trip to San Diego. Again, I had a great time. To my new friend Maggie, come run the trails of Southern Utah with me anytime. I promise to rub your belly afterwards. (Maggie is a dog BTW LOL)
Friday's blog should include a new song for everyone, that I hope you will all love, called Big Booty. My new fav, from a fav band. Who wants to run the next race with me? Anyone?
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