{"id":3426,"date":"2012-11-12T04:46:33","date_gmt":"2012-11-12T04:46:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.johnpedroza.com\/blog1\/?p=3426"},"modified":"2021-01-24T16:02:12","modified_gmt":"2021-01-24T16:02:12","slug":"6-and-19-a-race-to-remember","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.johnpedroza.com\/blog1\/6-and-19-a-race-to-remember\/","title":{"rendered":"#6 and #19 A Race to Remember."},"content":{"rendered":"

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not<\/em> to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others” – Marianne Williamson<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Hard things are possible.<\/p><\/div>\n

Three little words: I did it!! It took a whole year’s worth of training, my legs feel like they may never walk again, and my time wasn’t even that great but it doesn’t matter I am just happy to have finished. This is going to be kind of a long post, so if you are just interested in results I will give those to you first. I finished in 5 hrs. 23 mins. and 23 seconds. I was 1228 out of 1375 timed finishers. I was 206 out of 222 in my 30-39 male division.<\/p>\n

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Prepping For The Race<\/strong><\/p>\n

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I will remember this number for a long time.<\/p><\/div>\n

The race wasn’t perfect, but overall it was good. The weather for the race was perfect weather. I was a little worried because the day before the race it had been raining, but somehow by the night before it had all cleared up. On race day itself there was a slight chill in the air but that was perfect for running conditions. I had eaten a lot of carbohydrates a few days leading up to the race which was good for me because the day before the race I was so nervous. I had trained well having run all my training runs exactly to schedule.\u00a0Despite this preparation I still\u00a0found myself not being able to eat much of anything at all. Despite having no appetite I forced myself to drink a lot of water and salty foods. It was kind of funny because at lunch I had some nachos and I put extra salt on them, which kind of made them taste a little off, but I was bound and determined not to have a sodium deficiency during the race (if you salt goes low you can cramp up and then faint). I laid out my clothes the day before which also helped ease some of my anxiety because I knew that all of my gear was ready to go. I tried to go to bed early, but because of the anxiety I had I am not exactly sure how much sleep I got. I got under the covers at 8pm but how long I actually slept I am not sure.<\/p>\n

Pre-Race Jitters<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Look, see I am happy. Runners must be crazy. Can you believe I actually paid to do this?!<\/p><\/div>\n

On race day I got up at 4:30 am, the race wasn’t scheduled until 7:30 and our hotel was only 15 mins. away from the drop off point. Needless to say I was at the starting line super early. We got to Los Pueblos High School (the starting line) at 6 am. Luckily, the race organizers had though about crazy people like myself and they allowed us to stay in the gym. Which was nice, because it was cold outside. Not that I minded that it was cold outside, but standing in the cold and running in the cold are two different things. In the gym I met a lot of interesting people. I met the pacers, race organizers, people running their first race, people running there 18th race, people from Santa Barbara, people from Australia, people who thought they could win the race, and even people like me that were just hoping to finish. At about 7:30 am they herded us out of the gym and out to the starting line. They had a big yellow inflatable start line and a big ladder fire truck with a US flag draped over it. As part of the starting ceremonies the mayor of Goleta addressed the crowd from an\u00a0army jeep (I didn’t see it though because I was way in the back of the crowd, but he\u00a0said he was in jeep) and they had bagpipers doing a rendition of the\u00a0Star Spangled Banner. I should\u00a0have been\u00a0moved, but my anxiety did not let me enjoy the moment too well.\u00a0Luckily for me I met a family friend that was also running her first marathon. It was good to see\u00a0someone I actually knew,\u00a0it helped calm my\u00a0nerves. As soon as I wished my friend good luck it seemed they were sounding the bugle to start.<\/p>\n

The First Half of the Marathon<\/strong><\/p>\n

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I remember this place, too bad I didn’t have enough time to stop at Freebirds (a burrito shop).<\/p><\/div>\n

The start of\u00a0the race was\u00a0nice. Physically I was feeling my best ever (100 pounds lighter will do that to you). I weighed in\u00a0the day before race day at 210 (I think I was a bit bloated from all that water and salt) and feeling ready to go. The taper down plan went exactly the way I wanted it to go and my legs\u00a0felt like two race horses\u00a0begging to be let free to run.\u00a0The first half the race consisted of a big loop that went past UCSB, Isla Vista, and Goleta. It was a bit of nostalgia as I ran past the places of my freshman year of college. The first half of the race felt like it flew by and looking at my GPS it looks like it\u00a0did go\u00a0pretty fast. I\u00a0did the first half of the race at a 10:15 pace.<\/p>\n

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The first half went by really fast. Probably too fast.<\/p><\/div>\n

Looking back at the race that was probably not that best\u00a0idea to go out that fast, but I got caught up in the moment.<\/p>\n

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The Second Half of the Marathon<\/strong><\/p>\n

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After a while it all begins to blur.<\/p><\/div>\n

At mile 14\u00a0my stomach rumbled really loudly and I knew I had to make a porta-potty break. I wont go into\u00a0details but I will say it was not good. I didn’t take too long of a break however and was back up and running. Then at about mile 15 things started going\u00a0worse. It was at about that point that the race went from\u00a0the streets to a bicycle path. It was also at that point that I found I could no longer run. I tried to\u00a0break out in spurts of speed, but I was never able to maintain a steady\u00a0pace for more than a half a mile.<\/p>\n

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I felt very much like this sign at mile 22. How either of us were standing at this point was a mystery.<\/p><\/div>\n

By mile 20 I was in some serious pain. I could feel the blisters forming and\u00a0it was all I\u00a0could do to keep going. It was also at mile 20 that I found the husband\u00a0of my friend who was running the race. I knew why he was there but it was kind of weird seeing someone from home in the middle of the race. I remember\u00a0saying “Is that you Josh?” He said “Yeah John how you doing?” I said “In a lot pain, but moving. I am sure Crystal is back there somewhere.” It\u00a0was like\u00a0kind of surreal,\u00a0I would have liked to have\u00a0chatted with him more but given the\u00a0circumstances that was just not going to happen.<\/p>\n

As it turned out miles 20-24 would have a lot more surreal moments.\u00a0I guess it was bound to happen, 20 miles was the longest distance I had gone in training, so everything was seemed out of the ordinary. Everything kind of just melted together in those last miles. Somewhere around mile 21 I remember thanking a police man for stopping a white suv that decided\u00a0he wasn’t going to wait for\u00a0“all those runners.” I remember at mile 22 this marching band drumming away and just when I got to them they stopped, packed up, got in their cars, and went away. At mile 23 there was a big hill that\u00a0made me wonder why I wasn’t somewhere else.<\/p>\n

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Did you know there is something called an ocean?! You look at it and it is shiny and there is no pavement, and the smell of the salty wind catches your face. It is awesome.<\/p><\/div>\n

Then finally came mile 24. I could smell the ocean, I knew it was close, and then\u00a0I turned the corner, and it was there!!\u00a0You would’ve thought by my reaction I had never seen the ocean before in my entire life. I remember passing this little park\u00a0and someone posted some baloons on a sign.<\/p>\n

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For a few minutes these balloons belonged to me.<\/p><\/div>\n

I\u00a0think they were having a birthday party at the park, but I pretended\u00a0in my mind that the baloons were mine and that\u00a0someone had placed them there just for me (don’t worry I didn’t take them, I just looked at them). I played a lot of mind games with myself like that, anything that helped me keep walking was a good thing.<\/p>\n

Finishing The Race<\/strong><\/p>\n

By mile 25 I was running parallel with the ocean. It was a great view,\u00a0I wish I could have enjoyed it more, but\u00a0at that\u00a0point I just wanted to finish. I\u00a0am not sure how I looked at that point but little kids were\u00a0giving me strange\u00a0concerned looks, so it\u00a0couldn’t have been that great.<\/p>\n

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The caption was “the first 25 miles are for me, the last one is for them.”<\/p><\/div>\n

At about .5 miles from the finish there was a big line of flags in tribute to our vetrans. I knew at this point it was time to\u00a0put everything\u00a0out there and so I mustered up one last sprint to the finish line. I saw Denise at the finish line and was\u00a0happy I could still smile and wave.\u00a0I must of caught the race announcer by surprise because I heard “Oh, we have a runner! Who is it? It is 1047, um, it’s John Pedroza from Crestline!”<\/p>\n

A\u00a0bright flash… Oh no, did I\u00a0just faint (it has been known to happen)?!!<\/p>\n

Nope, it was just a photographer, I had crossed the finish line.\u00a0A\u00a0nice young lady gave me a medal and I slowly limped\u00a0my\u00a0way to the recovery tent to get a well deserved banana.<\/p>\n

Post Race Recovery<\/strong><\/p>\n

WARNING: This section contains some descriptions and pictures that are not all that pleasant.<\/p>\n

I tried to get some food in me but\u00a0I\u00a0knew from past experience that after really long runs I can’t eat solids. I did take two 500 ml\u00a0bottles of water and downed them in less than 5 seconds.\u00a0Some volunteers gave me some fritos, but as much as I tried I couldn’t find the strength to chew on them so I gave up after two. I found a chair to sit on and\u00a0waited until Denise found me.<\/p>\n

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Yes, it hurts as much as it looks.<\/p><\/div>\n

By the time I had finished the race things were beginning to shutdown and the wind was picking up.\u00a0As it was I wasn’t really in the mood to hang out for the post race activities. I am sure they were fun, but I\u00a0didn’t really have any strength left in me. As\u00a0we\u00a0tried to walk up the hill to the parking lot I found that I got to\u00a0a point\u00a0where my legs got so stiff that I couldn’t walk anymore.\u00a0Denise left me at a retaining wall and she went on\u00a0and was able to get the car to me.<\/p>\n

By the time we got to\u00a0State\u00a0Street (which wasn’t very far at all from the finish line at SBCC stadium) my legs felt like they had rigamortis.\u00a0Denise again was very kind and went to CVS and got me a big cold chocolate milk. I don’t know why it works, but it\u00a0works almost every time. Just a few minutes after\u00a0drinking the chocolate milk I could feel the swelling going\u00a0down. It was like taking a Motrin, but it tasted 10 times better, didn’t require a prescription, and has no known side effects.<\/p>\n

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This is shepard’s pie and yes, I did wear the medal all day.<\/p><\/div>\n

Getting back to the hotel I\u00a0was able to take a shower and treat my feet. By that night I\u00a0was able to eat\u00a0solids again and my hunger\u00a0came back like a raging\u00a0lion.\u00a0Fortunately, we\u00a0live in a country where finding food is not a problem. We went to a\u00a0place called Mac’s, a\u00a0British Fish\u00a0and Chips restaurant. It was fun ordering whatever\u00a0I wanted and not worrying about it.\u00a0From my calculations I burned 3,823 calories\u00a0in completing my marathon.<\/p>\n

After\u00a0dinner\u00a0we went to Yogurtland for dessert had all the\u00a0yogurt and\u00a0toppings I could handle (it\u00a0wasn’t a lot, but it wasn’t a little).\u00a0\u00a0As of\u00a0right now I am doing ok, still in a\u00a0bit of\u00a0pain but I am getting a better.<\/p>\n

A Final Thought<\/strong><\/p>\n

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In the end it is just about being at peace with yourself.<\/p><\/div>\n

In a way it is kind of ironic because a year ago I was sitting on a couch with sore legs and feeling really bad because I couldn’t walk really far and now I find myself sitting on a couch feeling really bad and I really can’t any more that I did a year ago, but the difference is now I have a medal! And even though I can’t walk very far now I know that tomorrow will be different.<\/p>\n

Different from that first run last year I now something that back then I didn’t and that is tomorrow I will be a little stronger than today and the day after that I will get even more stronger. The stronger I become I will be able to do more things and the more things I can do the better I will be and the better I become the better I will be able to help others do the same. I don’t know why you are reading this. Perhaps it is entertaining. If that is the reason great, I hope you are entertained. Better yet I would hope you got this far reading because you too have something you want to do. I don’t know what that is, but you do and if you feel it is important enough to you I hope you go after it. As great as this goal was for me I still have more things to do, we all do. The road doesn’t stop, it just leads us to new things. New things that are all shaped by the things we decide to do (or not do) today.<\/p>\n\n\t\t