Instead, I met up with some of my other runner friends at the start of the race.
Even though I knew other people running, I decided to go it alone. I could work on getting back to my pre-pregnancy race pace. Plus it felt right to run solo, with my imaginary L&O beside me.
I actually really impressed myself with my speed for the first 9 miles. I always forget how much faster I am when I'm not running the hills around my house. And the first 9 miles of the San Diego Half were predominately flat or downhill.
Mile 9 has A HILL. All caps. Because "hill" doesn't even begin to give a fair description of this puppy. Y'all, San Diego races - anywhere they are in the county - have got some gnarly hills. I've run in other places, and their races do NOT have hills that compare.
I knew SDMom was going to be at the top of the hill, so I used that to motivate myself forward. And there she was.
I never really recovered my oomph after that and struggled those last few miles. But eventually we were back downtown and I knew we were just a few blocks from the finish line. And one of my favorite songs hit my playlist and I was sailing in to the end.
One of the highlights of the race was the finish inside Petco Park. And I knew exactly what was coming as we rounded the corner. Here, let me take you with me.
Into the park and right to the finish. As you enter you're up on the Jumbotron with the score board showing your name.