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Could I have been a marathon finisher?

Yes, I could and now I am!

If you follow me on Twitter or are friends with me on Facebook, you have already received confirmation that I completed my first marathon on Sunday, the 28th annual California International Marathon and I’m not sure it could have gone any better than it did.

Dave, Katie, Booger and I ventured our way up to Sacramento on Saturday afternoon, following a strict schedule I laid out in preparation for the race. We checked into our cute little two bedroom suite at the Residence Inn in downtown Sacramento, went to the expo to pick up our bibs, shirts and race packets, watched Despicable Me while trying to stay off our feet at the hotel and enjoyed a seriously delicious dinner at Cafeteria 15L across the street from our hotel. My shrimp scampi carb feast was delicious!

Derek and Dave at Cafeteria 15L

Someone is excited for tater tots and mac 'n' cheese

We went back to the hotel to finalize our race day outfits, gear and Gu, and were miraculously in bed by 9:30 PM! (on a Saturday night… wow.)

Protector of the bib

Alarm clocks started going off at 4 AM and by 4:30 AM we were up toasting bagels, munching on bananas, and chugging water and Gatorade. By 5 AM we were out the hotel door and on our way to the buses which shuttled us to the race start in Folsom. The 45 minute bus ride really made me realize how freaking far I was going to run because we kept driving and driving and driving, and I knew I was basically going to be running the entire way back to downtown Sacramento.

By 6:15 AM we were at the start and we had our own little camp out spot arranged near some quiet port-a-potties. For the next 40 minutes, we put the finishing touches on our gear, peed again and again, and did a little pre-race stretching. Dave departed for the front of the start line (’cause he’s fast) and I waited and waited and waited for Katie to finish peeing so we could go find our pace group. Eventually she came out of the port-a-pottie with about 5 minutes to spare and I scurried us to the 4:05 pace group. My goal finish time: between 4:05 and 4:10.

My race day 'fit

The race started at 7 AM and before I knew it, we were off and running (literally… obviously…) and my first marathon was officially underway.

The first 6 miles went by quick as Katie and I shared high 5’s after each mile marker. Our pace group was running 9:20 minute/miles, which felt slow given the excitement of the race. I anticipated this and knew I had to be disciplined. I could have easily started in the low 8:00’s but I knew it would catch up to me and that I wasn’t trained for 26 miles at that pace. So we stuck with it and watched the miles tick on by.

By mile 11, I had peed about 3 times, and Katie and I had fallen about 100 yards behind the pace group. I told her that by mile 12, I wanted to catch back up with them. Over the course of the next mile, through a series of rolling hills, I picked up the pace and rejoined the pace group. Unfortunately, somewhere along the way I lost my dear friend and amazing supporter, Katie. I kept looking back for her, hoping she’d surprise me and catch back up too. I was strong enough to keep going though so I wished her well (wherever she was) and pushed onward.

As we passed the halfway point I felt strong and I was starting to feel optimistic that I was going to have a good race. I had done everything I could to prepare not only in 18 weeks of training but more specifically in the two days leading up to the race. I had some doubts given that some of my long runs (particularly my 21-miler) were tough. But thankfully those tough long runs prepared me for what was still to come. I knew what to expect in terms of wanting to just be done with it and learning how to shut off my brain and run.

Miles 13-18 continued to go well. The crowds started picking up and despite having awful weather the day and night before, the sun was out and we couldn’t have asked for better running conditions. Between miles 18 and 20, I started to mentally prepare myself for what was coming up. As many marathoners or running coaches will say, anyone can train to complete a 20 mile run, but it’s that extra 10k you slap on to the end of a marathon that really tests and challenges a runner.

I continued to pop back Gu’s left and right and drank fluids at every aid station, making sure I was hydrated and nourished. I told myself over and over that I was strong, prepared and that I would finish this race without killing myself. Over and over and over. Once I passed 21 miles, I knew was unchartered territory and I started taking it one mile at a time. And by that point I knew I had less than an hour left to run, which seemed like nothing after 3 hours.

I felt strong enough to seperate myself from the 4:05 pace group by about 20 yards. I wanted to stay out in front of them so in the event I started to crash, I could let them catch up to me and hopefully I could will myself to stick with them to the finish. Luckily this never happened and they never caught up with me. There were times I wanted to stop and walk, because my legs were tired, my right knee was aching and my left ankle was causing pain. But I knew if I stopped I might not be able to start back up again. So I just kept running.

The last 4 miles are pretty fuzzy. The thing I remember most is passing a lot of people. Runners who were obviously crashing. Maybe they had started out too fast, maybe they hadn’t trained properly or maybe they were just taking a break. The last mile I cheered myself on and started to go a little bonkers. I threw off my sweatbands that I had been wearing for almost 4 hours and enjoyed the final stretch passed the beautiful California Capitol building.

Apparently I looked right at Dave as I rounded the final corner but at that point I was so excited to be finishing strong and happy that I didn’t see him… or at my tired brain didn’t actually process that I was seeing him.

I (somehow) sprinted the final 20  yards and passed a few more people to finish with a chip time of 4:04:16.

This is what success looks like!

I was done and I felt great.

I stumbled my way through the finish area to get my medal, have a finisher’s photo taken and seek out the nearest massage tent. I enjoyed a nice long 20 minute massage, stood in line for cookies, bananas, pancakes, and trekked back to the hotel after not being able to find Katie or Dave. They were waiting for me back at the hotel (and Booger too!) and when I arrived we shared race stories as we stretched, moaned and hobbled around. We checked out a few hours later and hit up Five Guys for amazing hamburgers on our way back to SF (exhausted and drained). (Katie somehow mustered up the strength to go to Bikram Yoga that night! Crazy girl!)

All and all it was a great experience and like I said before, I couldn’t have asked for a better race. It went exactly as I had hoped. I probably could have gone a little faster and pushed myself a little harder (and probably would have experienced the joy of hitting the wall) but I wanted a good, enjoyable first race. One that would leave me wanting to do another…

Which is exactly what has happened… I want to do another one and I think I’m going to just continue my training. I don’t want to lose the “I’m addicted” feeling which I think so many people feel and then let go after they letting too much time pass.

So, stay tuned for details on marathon #2 where I will run under 4 hours! 🙂

My new photo blog: Derek and Booger

I’ve been flirting around with the idea of a photo blog for quite some time. I’ve had a tumblr account since the birth of Could I Have Been because I briefly considered using that platform for this blog.

Most recently, I realized I take a lot of photos of my food. So I uploaded all of my food photos from my iPhone and thought maybe it would become a What Derek Eats blog. I was never that excited by the idea but it made sense at the time because I had so many photos already. After I set it all up, a week went by with no more activity and I started to realize this was going to be a flop. Back to the drawing board.

I don’t know what triggered the idea of taking and posting a photo everyday of Booger and me, but I was most likely influenced by a few things I had seen on TV recently including a 20/20 story about the guy Noah, who took a photo of himself everyday for a six years and made a video which went crazy viral.

After a week or so of posting, with confidence that this will survive long-term, I am ready to formally introduce: Derek and Booger. One Photo. Everyday.

Hopefully this new project doesn’t come off too narcissistic. 🙂  (Booger and I admit we are pretty attractive.) It’s more personal than this blog, and I am not planning to enable commenting. I don’t really want feedback because I don’t want to start taking pictures in attempt to get more comments. I think it will be a fun photo diary to have and keep, and will be especially special in 20 years when Booger is prancing through doggy heaven with Lassie and Toto.

Doin’ it for Bessy

Someone could be persuaded

When I have questions about something I want to do or something I want to eat, lately I’ve been asking myself, “what would occur naturally?” This has been helping guide me.  The litmus test is sort like this, “Would a caveman have eaten this Big Mac?” Sometimes the answer is no. “Would a caveman have run a marathon?” And sometimes the answer is maybe, yes.

This weekend when Dave, Katie and I were camping in Yosemite the topic of milk came up. I don’t remember what on earth we were discussing but it started getting me thinking about how many cows must have to be milked to produce as much milk as we drink in this world. And I thought about all those miserable cows getting milked their entire life. And I started to think of my litmus test…

Did caveman drank milk?

No, cavemen did not milk cows and therefore did not drink milk. Therefore, I should probably not drink milk.

I made my case to Katie and Dave that I wanted to stop drinking cows milk. Transitioning to soy milk, almond milk or rice milk will be difficult yes, but to be honest, so was switching to Diet Coke for Dave and I. But we did, and now that’s what we prefer. I think the same thing can happen with milk.

No more cows milk.

Anyone with me?

Things you might do in 3 hours

Someone is not impressed

There are many things you could choose to do that takes up 3 hours of your day. You could roast a 6 lb. turkey. You could watch Braveheart or Dances with Wolves. You could get your notary license.

One thing you probably wouldn’t want to do in 3 hours is run 18 miles — which is miraculously what I did last Friday as part of my marathon training. It was painful and exhausting, and as expected, had me questioning why on earth I want to run 26.2 miles. Thankfully, I’m only halfway through my training schedule because the thought of running 8 more miles after my run on Friday would have been out of the question.

Booger’s fame knows no bounds

You may know Booger as former Dog of the Day on Dogster or hit star of the insanely popular viral video Booger does the crazies.

For quite sometime he’s been a mainstay on the homepage of his kennel, the Sausalito Pet Hotel. But now he’s taking his fame to a whole new level. He’s a calendar boy! Check out Booger as one of the feature stars (and definitely the best looking) for May in the 2010 Sausalito Pet Hotel calendar:

Merry early Christmas to Booger

Today on this lovely Christmas Eve, Booger has been honored with Dog of the Day from Dogster (the once cool social networking site for dogs that made the audacious decision to reject me from consideration for a job that I would have been perfect for, especially as an early adopter of their product.) Congratulations Booger! You have officially arrived.


I thought I had seen it all

I had thought I had seen it all… that was until Booger started receiving his own junk mail.

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