I recently completed my 6th half marathon – the Carlsbad Half Marathon. It was pretty much my most favorite race to date – and the slowest. But, who really cares about that… I ran with my brother and my sister-in-law who battled through sweat and tears (thankfully no blood) to finish her first half marathon.
Let’s back up a little bit – 4 years ago, as I was training for my first 10K, my brother threw out a challenge to me. And, being siblings, who was I to back down from a challenge from my big brother. He said – let’s run a half-marathon together. I laughed at the sound of the enormity of that task, but said ok. We planned to run the Disneyland Half. Fast forward 5 months when I was building up a good amount of mileage – and my brother wasn’t. Needless to say – I ran that half marathon alone.
Over the course of the last few years, we threatened to run races together and it never happened.
Then, my sister-in-law caught the running bug. Maybe not so much catching the bug – but she stepped up her competitive game and it was a “if you can do it, I can do it” kind of thing.
So, I slowly eased built up my training mileage and prepared to run with them and we made it to the start of the Carlsbad Half Marathon together.
The race was amazing! I have to say that this was the most well run race of any that I’ve done. Parking wasn’t a big deal, the race got off to an on-time start and the waves all went off quickly and efficiently.
The crowd support was incredible. People set up music outside their homes and cheered on all the runners. Lot’s of spectators with awesome signs, lots of water stations, bathrooms and aid stations.
The views were spectacular. Starting with the sunrise as we were parking. All the way to the gorgeous ocean views that flanked us for most of the race.
The race itself was challenging. I learned the week of the race, that my running buddies weren’t quite getting in all of their training miles. Oh no! However, they were determined to do this race, well trained (or even adequately trained) or not.
The first 4 miles were fabulous. We all ran in step with each other and enjoyed the crowd and the views. There was much conversation about how amazing this was, and how much fun we were having…Starting at about mile 5, my SIL started to complain about tightness in her foot. That’s when I learned she had been battling some PF pains. Uh oh.
The wheels kind of fell off from there. We were still mostly running, taking walk breaks on the hills and stopping occasionally for pictures.
At the turnaround, we stopped so that SIL could stretch her foot. And then, it was just hard to start up again. Turns out, she was wearing a compression sock on the bad foot that likely started to cut off her circulation and she ran in a major amount of pain for the entire second half of the race. I didn’t realize that she’d never worn the sock before and none of us thought that the sock was the problem. We thought she was just having PF pain and we just kept going.
We kept going. Mostly walking from about mile 9 on. But, we did it. We finished and she was so proud of herself. I took 1,000 pictures of her getting her medal.
It was such a great day. While my foot issues kept quiet, the sheer fact that we were on our feet for 3 hours and 43 minutes plus all the standing around before and after the race was exhausting for my feet. They hurt like I’d been standing in high heels for 18 hours. The weird thing is that my brother complained of the same pain.
Speaking of genetics… at one point, SIL had run a little ways ahead of us and my brother and I fell into step with each other. We run exactly the same way. The same cadence, the same stride, the same everything. It was wild. I’ve never run with him before. We have the exact same comfortable pace and everything. So cool.
Have you run with your siblings?