I am a member of the 2015 Rock 'n' Blog team for the Rock 'n' Roll marathon series. That means I help them promote their races by blogging about them and sharing on social media and in exchange I have the opportunity to run a few races with them for free. Pretty good deal, right? They gave me a Tour Pass at the beginning of the year which gets me into three races. Spoiler alert: All I had to do was register for them. This year I chose the Dallas, Las Vegas and San Antonio rock 'n' roll half marathons. I actually managed to register for two out of the three races, I just thought I registered for all three.
I had a pretty sweet deal with Toyota for the San Antonio race. Toyota is a rock 'n' roll marathon race sponsor and they offered to host me in San Antonio. They delivered the crazy-luxurious Land Cruiser on Friday morning and sent an email on Friday night to check in the night before we were scheduled to hit the road. They wanted to know my bib number to verify I was all set for the race. I log onto the site to look up my number and terror struck with the realization that I never actually registered. Online registrations were closed. I've been talking about running San Antonio all year, I just never actually did it. D'uh.
I had this amazing Land Cruiser parked in the driveway just itching to get on the road and I wasn't even registered for the race. Time to freak out.
I called my Toyota contact in a panic and she quickly saved my weekend by calmly assuring me that they would get me registered when I arrived at the expo on Saturday. Whew. Note to self: Register for the races you plan to run.
|San Antonio is about a five hour drive. Time to hit the road!|
|Posing with my Fancy-Shmancy Land Cruiser, Keyless start, whaa?|
|No Texas road trip is complete with a stop at Buc-ee's|
|We made it to San Antonio!|
|Me and my new BFF Jody at the Toyota booth at the expo.|
|Hotel swag courtesy of Toyota|
|Is this what they mean by carbo-load? lol|
|Toyota media dinner on the beautiful riverwalk Saturday night.|
Toyota hosted me at the Grand Hyatt downtown San Antonio. It was so nice to wake up on race morning, roll out of bed and walk in the dark to the start line. It was a little chilly in that early hour before the race, but the excitement (mostly the coffee) warmed me as I headed over the VIP tent for a Rock 'n' Blog meet up. I found Margarita from Cupcake Cardio. We took a picture, wished each other well and headed our separate ways.
I was finally at the start line and my knees were hurting just standing there. This was odd since my knees never hurt just standing or walking and especially since I just ran Las Vegas three weeks ago with no pain at all. I always have pre-race jitters before a half marathon (13.1 miles is hard, y'all) but this weird knee pain was really freaking me out. It took quite awhile to make it from corral 32 to the start line, but eventually I was off on my fourth half marathon of the year.
|San Antonio Rock 'n' Roll Half Marathon: A little bit county, a little bit rock 'n' roll|
Now let me preface this next sentence by saying San Antonio was wonderful, the weather was perfect, the course was lovely, the weekend was magical and Toyota rocked my socks.
My run sucked so bad. So bad.
A few years ago I used to chase PRs (personal record) at races. My half marathon PR is 1:59 at Dallas Rock 'n' Roll half marathon in 2012. But back when I was busy chasing PRs I soon realized I was chasing the fun right out of it. I learned to slow down a bit and enjoy the race, but something different was happening here. Several miles in I was feeling pain in my knee. I stopped to walk and call hubby at the five mile marker. I had eight miles to go and I really wasn't sure I would make it. He encouraged me to keep moving forward, run or walk..and so I did. For the rest of the race I proceeded to send curse words via text to him during walk breaks at every mile marker (just kidding mom, I would never do that).
It was a rough road. My head wasn't in it. My body wasn't cooperating. I've never been so glad to cross a finish line. I didn't finish strong and I certainly didn't finish fast. But hey, I finished. I tried to answer the big question...why? What did I do wrong? Was it something I ate? (those stupid nachos?) Was it too soon after Vegas? Did I push it too much by running four half marathons in one year? But sometimes there is not a straight forward answer.
One lesson that I learned a long time ago as runner is, simply put, they all can't be good ones. If you run you know that sometimes running is awesome. Sometimes running is easy. And sometimes running flat out sucks.
Some of it is controllable. You can train for months, fuel properly and get enough rest. But even when you do everything right, sometimes things go wrong. You just can't control the outcome of any race and that has to be OK. This is fun, remember? I won't let a bad race get me down. In the grand scheme of life, I went on a kick-ass road trip in an amazing Land Cruiser, spent quality time with my husband and good friends, met some awesome new people, ate well, slept well, crossed another finish line and collected another medal. I'd say I had a pretty good weekend.
|Looking a little tired. Buc-ee selfie on the road trip home.|
|A smooth ride back to Dallas. YAY! Toyota! Thanks for the fab weekend!|
|I think I'm funny.|
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