The weather here in Long Beach was absolutely perfect for a race yesterday.
Okay, I have to admit something before I go any further. I had two goals for this race. I know I said I didn’t really plan on going for a 3 hour half marathon but secretly, I hoped I could do it. I had the Clif Pace Team bracelet on my arm just above my watch. My other goal was to run the entire thing.
The morning started off chilly so I layered a “disposable” cotton hoodie over my running outfit. I took the Long Beach Transit down to Shoreline Village and headed straight for the porta potties.
I usually avoid drinking more than 8 ounces of liquid before a race because I’m one of those people who always has to pee but at the second bus stop, I realized I had forgotten to grab my Gatorades out of the freezer before I left. I decided I’d finish off the water bottle I’d brought to drink with my usual pre-race favorite snack, a Fiber One bar.
After my porta potty stop, I headed to the third corral to find the Beach Runners. One of my coaches, Steve Mackel, gave me a big hug and wished me luck.
As I waited for the race to start, I immediately started regretting having finished off that water bottle. I had to pee again. Bad. I glanced over at the porta potty line and knew there was no way I’d get through in time. I hoped that feeling would go away.
I stretched and when I felt warmed up, I tossed my hoodie in the bushes next to the corral. There was already an assortment of sweatshirts, long-sleeved shirts and sweatpants in the bushes and hanging from the trees.
As the race started, my body felt good. My legs muscles didn’t feel too tight. The only problem was that I really had to go pee.
In retrospect, I should have just gone in the bushes but instead, I waited in line at the porta potties just past Mile 1. I ended up losing time from 25:00 to 37:07.
I really enjoyed the scenic course. I loved how we passed the Queen Mary in the distance.
I’ve spent countless mornings running along the Long Beach bike path and I thought it was kind of cool how I could run in the bike lane instead of always having to stay in the running section. I felt a little bit like a rebel. I know, I’m a dork.
| Mile |
Split Time |
| 01 |
12:49:84 |
| 02 |
25:00:90 |
| 03 |
11:39:30 |
| 04 |
12:43:65 |
| 05 |
12:49:71 |
| 06 |
13:02:43 |
| 07 |
13:00:99 |
| 08 |
13:38:73 |
| 09 |
13:36:74 |
| 10 |
13:34:15 |
| 11 |
14:29:19 |
| 12 |
14:30:08 |
| 13.1 |
14:08:00 |
Everytime I hit a mile marker, I compared the time on my watch to the corresponding distance on my Clif Pace bracelet. I did a good job closing the gap for a few miles but then I got too tired.

I wish I could have dug deeper towards the end but I didn’t have it in me. My positive split times reflect how I was feeling. I ran the entire distance but my official chip time was 03:05:50. My family and friends keep telling me I can just subtract the porta potty time from my official time to make my goal but I feel like your official time is your time, no matter what.