Due to Hubby's new work schedule, he decided not to join us for this race - the Tijuana Flats Summer Beach Run. Unlike many races, this was an evening race; it started at 6pm.
The Kiddo came again this year, to conquer the 1 Mile Fun Run. I was going all in on the 5-Miler again.
We stopped at the Circle K for some road snacks and caffeine for me (I don't think I even ate the cookies), and the trip to Jax Beach was pretty uneventful.
|All runners prep with gas-station cookies!|
|Beautiful Partly Cloudy Florida Sky|
I was smart enough to put in the address of the 7-Eleven (close to the beach) so we didn't have to drive around again to find it. As we were coming into town, I happened to look down at the thermometer in the car...
|Yes, it's actually 103º (and yes, my dashboard is dusty!!!)|
We got a spot right near the 7-Eleven (three years in a row!), geared up and headed to packet pickup. The vibe of the area was completely different this year - since there were only two of us, and both women, we got a lot more "hey, how you doin'?" from the local beach bums. Flattering, but annoying.
We got our bibs and tracking chips, then headed down to the beach.
|This is maybe a 1/3rd of all the runners|
|The Kiddo™ - toting the BEST water bottle ever! (Polar)|
|You betta werk|
We split up after our pre-race photos; the Kiddo didn't take off until after we did, so she was sidelined for now.
I got a shoe selfie while we waited for the race to begin. Then I got my Garmin and tech ready.
|C'Mon, Get Happy SparkleSkirt|
|Hanging out in the middle of the pack|
|Those are Warrior brand bluetooth earbuds - Big Lots, $15!|
|I didn't keep up with them like I did last year|
|Yay. Mile 1. Am I done?|
|Go, Speedy, Go!|
I think this photo is supposed to be Mile 2, but by this point, I was giving no fucks, so it could just be a water stop.
|Could be Mile 2, Could be Water Stop, who knows?|
Also, it was very windy, which can be a godsend on a race, but it was a HOT, WET wind that blew right in my face.
I made it to the turn-around and started to head back.
|Whoa, where did she come from?|
There were still people behind me, so at this point, I knew I wasn't last.
By the time I got to Mile 3, my stomach was hurting (which has happened EVERY year I've done this). It's like major bloating or gas. Really uncomfortable, and renders me unable to run (because of the jostling).
|Mile 3? I think so... Why is the sign so far over?|
I wasn't feeling much better at Mile 4 either. Still bloated. Really hot, really ready to just be done.
|There's a sign up there somewhere|
|How about YOU go for it and I sit on this damn beach and die?|
Oh thank you Jesus, I see the finish line!
My official time was 1:34:33. I beat a big whopping FOUR people (I think three of them were in that photo up earlier in the blog) and I came in last in my age group (F35-39). Definitely not my best race.
Somehow I had enough energy to get a great pro photo though... and I think it's my first "flying" shot!
I got my medal and a bottle of water and immediately looked for somewhere to sit down. My heart was beating a million miles a minute and I felt like I was going to pass out. Last year was bad - I got Heat Exhaustion. I'm pretty sure this year, I went all the way to Heat Stroke. The kiddo was there with me, and we just traded race stories back and forth for a few minutes until I was feeling well enough to walk back up to the pavilion.
|Smaller medal this year|
At the pavilion, we got in line for our free Tijuana Flats tacos, chips and salsa. I was feeling good for about 5 minutes, then I wanted to pass out again. We got our food and took it over to a corner of the grass where it wasn't super-crowded and I just laid out on my back while the Kiddo ate her taco and chips.
|See all the people behind the tents? That's the line for tacos!|
I got up and walked over to one of the trash barrels and kind of leaned on it. Then I bent over it. Then I hugged it. Then I, .... well, I think you can guess.
|See that trash can behind Yellow Shirt Man? Yeah, I puked in that (these people just posed with it)|
It was mostly water, so it didn't hurt, but I did it for a long time! At one point - God help me if I ever find this guy - at one point, while I was actively vomiting, a guy (or gal) came by and threw a half-drunk cup of beer in the trash can, inches from my face! Like, seriously, if you saw a fat chick hovering over a trash can puking, wouldn't you a) have the decency to NOT throw anything away in that can, and b) ask that person if they were okay? Yeah, this guy did neither.
Once I was done with that and I was up to walking, we headed back to the car. We changed our clothes in the 7-Eleven bathroom, grabbed some snacks (I think I only got a soda, for the bubbles) and just came home. I obviously wasn't up to grabbing food anywhere, and the Kiddo had already put away two tacos (she ate mine), chips and salsa.
I'll say it again... I really don't think I'll do this race again. At least, not until I'm in better running condition!