The Long Beach International Marathon and I have a somewhat torrid history, and true to the definition of “insanity” and bad boyfriends – I just can’t stay away.
In 2011 I ran the full marathon, my fourth, with a very public, overly confident “SUB4ORDIE” goal.
I didn’t run under four hours that day, but I didn’t die either. And given the finish line’s close proximity to the ocean and piers to jump off, we’re calling that a win.
2011 silver lining – mine and Sweaty’s first meeting and the spawning of our now internet-BFFness
In 2012 I ran the half as part of CIM full training, and PR’d (!), but had to finally accept the reality that the pain in my stupid leg was not a phantom injury. I struggled through the next two months attempting to heal while training, riding a “it’s better!” “no it’s fucking not” roller coaster the whole way. I eventually wound up with a DNF (did not finish) at the marathon.
2012 silver lining – getting to beer garden before the first keg kicked
So this year, I’m bound and determined to make amends with this race. I signed up for what I’m fairly confident cannot break down my fragile Long Beach history any further –
mostly-irrelevant selfie of B and I volunteering at SGK Race for the Cure a few years ago
Brian’s department at work calls for “healthy community involvement” or something like that, and he chose to help out at a race for his. I couldn’t let him go alone, and felt obligated to pay some karma back to the race I’ve cursed so heavily in the past, so we’ll be at the finish line on Sunday from 9-2. (hopefully we’ll get to sneak down a little early to catch some of the fast half finishers)
If you’re running this weekend please let me know! I have no idea what area or what duty we’ll be serving, but I’d love to pass out as many sweaty finish line hugs (or medals/water/bagels, depending on assignments and your touchy-feely preferences) as I can.
Fast legs and overcast skies to all you racing this weekend – here, there, and everywhere.