The Long Beach half marathon was overall good. The weather on Sunday was ideal for running. I think the highest temp was in the low 70's. The course itself was flat as advertised except for a few inclines up 2 overpasses. Approximately 18,000 runners/walkers participated. It felt like it as marathoners and half marathoners were all lumped together (much like Nike) before the start. I was placed in Corral B since I guessed I would finish the half between 2 to 2.5 hours.
As you probably saw in my previous post, my fastest mile was my first mile. That was not good, but it was hard to keep a slow pace as runners near my pace were passing me up. I was letting ego overrule good judgment. After that I realized I could not keep up that pace if I wanted to survive. Miles 1-4 was all on the freeway and it brought back horrific flashbacks of RNR San Diego. The freeway was slanted and after feeling like like one leg was half the length of the other, I just stayed to the right where it was the highest peak.
Miles 5-10 was all on a concrete path that split the sandy beach where it was probably the most scenic of the run. It kind of reminded me of running in Santa Cruz. While this was the most scenic, it was not all that picture perfect. First the sun was glaring right in my face for most of this part. Second it was such a lengthy stretch, I didn't think we were ever getting off the path. It felt like an eternity and it got boring fast. Third because the path was pretty narrow, we didn't have any breathing room. It's good if you are a people person. In fact the pack didn't really disperse until after mile 10, where we were back on the streets.
Meanwhile I was hauling ass and couldn't believe I was running sub 10's for most of the miles especially during the second half of the run. The only time I walked was through each water stop and I don't think I walked more than 30 seconds. By mile 8, I felt hints of my calves cramping. I knew me pushing the pace earlier would eventually catch up to me. The calves really didn't bother me until mile 10 and that's when I took a salt tablet. It really didn't do much for me this time.
By mile 11, I was ready for the run to finish. My calves were slowly cramping and I couldn't go as fast as I wanted. As much as I wanted to stop and walk, I just told myself to "shut up" and just kept going. At this point I knew if I kept the same pace, I was going to PR. However, by mile 12, both calves were cramping. I was still running, but again not as fast as I wanted. I knew if I fell back to an 11 minute mile, I was not going to make 2:10 and I knew at that point I had a legitimate shot of going under 2:10. Then my right calf tugged and I stopped for a split second. I said, "C'mon? Not Now!". I picked it up and started running again.
I made the last turn and looked at my watch 2:07 going to 2:08. I could see the finish line which was about 0.2 miles away. I then turned it on because I really wanted under 2:10. I was passing runners left and right, but it didn't feel or look pretty. Looking back, it seemed like I was speed jogging. Not quite running, but not quite walking....but I felt like I was moving fast. I looked at the gun time clock at it said 2:10. I looked at my watch and it read 2:09. I PR'ed like I didn't think I could. I was very happy. Of course now I want to break 2:00, but that'll require a perfect 9 minute/mile. Seems impossible, but so did sub-10's at one point.