Didn't quite cut it

Okay, so I had a bad day in San Diego. My race was fairly miserable. The day started out slightly muggy, and overcast with a temperature of 65. It seemed like decent running weather but the humidity started to climb and despite the cloud cover, the start line resembled a sauna complete with steam rising from the asphault. I felt like I was in Honolulu in December.

I positioned myself in Corral 6 with my friend and we started off together at a moderate 9min/mile pace. As usual, I kept surging ahead and my friend had to call my name several times and tell me to slow down. At around mile 10, I lost him and later had to make a pitstop around mile 14. By mile 15, I started to get dizzy and lightheaded. Lack of oxygen to the brain? No. I was dehydrated. Not good.

Apparently, I didn't take enough electrolytes and my salt packet pretty much disentergrated in my shorts pocket from my sweat. And where was the water station? I had to weave on ahead until I found water. It was the longest mile I have ever walked.

In retrospect, there were mistakes I did that I could have easily prevented but I lived and I'll learn. I finished 10 min slower than my PR and that didn't sit too well with me. The good news is that I wasn't too sore nor stiff. Probably because I did more walking than I planned. My right knee did hold up with the Cho-Pat I purchased from my chiropractor last Friday. Of course, running with my knee brace for the first time on a 26.2 mile course wasn't a bright idea. Whatever. What's done is done.

Time to concentrate on the Reno-Tahoe relay and sprint tri.