See that tab on the bottom right of my race bib? It’s the one that says BEER. Well for the last six years, that tab has remained on my bib… unused. This year would be no different. I’ve been running this race since 2007 (full and 1st and 2nd half marathons) and every year they run out of beer by the time I cross the finish line. It doesn’t matter if I run the full marathon, the 1st half, or the 2nd half. I never get my beer.
I started off race weekend by picking up my bib and schwag bag at the expo right after work. Of course, I had to swing by and say hi to the good people at Fleet Feet SF right off the bat. I got to know them during the Nike Women’s Marathon training program that they hosted last year. You tend to grow attached to people after running a bunch of miles together.
Since I got to the expo rather late, a few exhibitors had already run out of things to give away and some had already packed up and closed for the day. Not a big deal since I would be back the next day. I didn’t leave empty handed though. I ended up buying a shirt from the race merchandise, pint glass, phone case, and a pair of shoes.
I started off Saturday with a quick 3.5mi shake out run over at Crissy Field. It was the maiden run for my newly purchased New Balance 890 v3 that I got the day before at the expo. They felt super light and responsive, and was pretty happy with their overall feel. I headed back over to the expo after finishing my run, mainly because I wanted to meet up with some other runners. However I encountered an abomination of nature beforehand…
As I was walking around the expo floor I laid my eyes upon one of the most hideous and terrifying things I had ever seen. It was the mascot for Blue Monkey Coconut Water. Holy Lord, I was scared shitless. This thing looked like the illegitimate child of the evil monkey and someone from the Blue Man Group. I don’t know how effective this monstrosity was at promoting that its brand of coconut water, but I’ll let you know that I’ve never wanted Zico so bad. Thank goodness I had met up with Captain Linz and Pavement Runner shortly thereafter to erase that image from my short term memory.
I recognized Captain Linz while I was waiting around, and to my surprise he still had the Energy Bits that he was offering earlier in the morning. Huge score for me. It’s such a pleasure meeting people from social media in real life. Captain Linz is one cool dude.
And then there’s Pavement Runner. I met Brian for the first time, albeit briefly, at the Boston Strong run in San Francisco. It’s always nice to chat with fellow runners when not actually running.
After grabbing some of the products that the exhibitors were handing out, I headed over to SoMa StrEat Food Park for lunch. A few of my favorite trucks were serving there that day, including Little Green Cyclo, Manna JPT, and Adam’s Grub Truck. I don’t always see Manna so I decided to grab some sushi from them.
I went with the unagi (barbecued eel) with golden Japanese curry and fried egg over avocado roll. This is usually on the menu, so don’t think I ordered some crazy off-menu dish. I did request for brown rice for the avocado roll cause I didn’t want to feel like a complete fattie. I love that Manna serves Japanese comfort food, unlike the typical Japanese dishes you see on restaurant menus. It’s this kind of food that I crave and grew to love during the time I worked at a Japanese bilingual preschool some years ago. It’s nothing very fancy- just good homestyle comfort food. Totemo oiishi desu nee!
Being that I was running a full marathon, I decided to have something from Adam’s Grub Truck as well. I have to carb load don’t I? Although I love their food, I seldom visit because their food isn’t exactly healthy. Okay let’s face it- their menu is a cardiologist’s nightmare.
Putting aside my better judgement I ordered the Ultimate AGT fries… for dinner. This is a mound of season criss-cut fries, pulled pork, Asian coleslaw, house-made bbq sauce, fried egg, jalapenos, and two dinosaur chicken nuggets. I’ve always wanted to try this but I knew I would feel too guilty. And I did feel guilty. I did take solace in the fact that I would have 26.2 miles to burn off the calories the next day.
On race morning I took some of the Energy Bits with my morning coffee. Later on I found out that drinking coffee while taking vitamins and supplements inhibits their absorption into your system, since coffee is a diuretic. I guess that explains why I wasn’t exactly bouncing off the walls at the start. I’ve taken Energy Bits before (during work) and about 90 minutes after taking them I wanted to do push-ups and jumping jacks in my cubicle. I swear I was ready to do an Insanity circuit or run a few miles right then and there. Well I know better now don’t I?
I felt pretty good from the start up until about mile 16. Running on the Golden Gate Bridge is amazing. It’s the only time you actually get to run on the road deck… and not dodge tourists in ugly shorts. I took it nice and easy and I was still feeling strong. I’ve run this race plenty of times, and I train on much of the acutal course throughout the year. I just knew I had to save myself for the final 8 or so miles. Also, my training wasn’t as rigorous as I wanted it to be. I only topped out at 18 miles for my longest run during training. I was trusting my experience with this race and fittness from running the Oakland Marathon back in March to get me through.
I was pretty bummed when I got to Golden Gate Park and the Hash House Harriers weren’t offering runners beer as they customarily did. It’s always something to look forward to when complete strangers offer you alcoholic beverages. After seeing them for several years on the course, I finally took them up on their offer a couple years ago and grabbed a beer from them. It was the best decision I’ve made during a race. I didn’t feel anything for the next half mile and I was smiling a hell of a lot more after that. This year they had a sign that said “Sorry, no beer. Cops busted us.” Fuck. You. Terrorists.
With my one sure shot of getting a beer vanishing, I really didn’t care anymore for the rest of the race. When I got to Stow Lake, the police cruiser sweeping the course was right on my tail. It passed me once I got onto JFK Dr., but I got a second wind while running down Haight and passed it. I had a good quarter mile lead. I thought I was in the clear. For the record, it’s not fun running from a cop car. And it’s even more demoralizing when it’s only going about 5mph.
By the time I made it to Potrero Hill, I was gassed and my feet were really nagging me. The cop car passed me and I never saw it again. SFPD asked runners who were behind the cruiser to run on the sidewalk because they were ready to open up the streets. This actually didn’t bother me one bit. I was disappointed, but I wasn’t upset at all. I was disappointed because it was the first time that I had been swept.
From mile 20 to mile 23 I felt that I was still in pretty good shape. Yes my feet hurt like hell and I was slower than molasses, but I wasn’t in any major pain. The last 5k however was excruciating. This is my least favorite part of the course: the Dogpatch. Course support usually wanes here and spectators are scarce. Even worse, I hate how hipsters gawk at me with their glasses while having brunch curbside. The least you can do is clap or raise a glass to us you assholes.
The last mile of The San Francisco Marathon is always the longest. It never fails. It seems to go on forever and ever. I had no incentive for running out the last mile. I knew the beer garden was out of beer by that time, so I really didn’t want to push myself. I did however already pay for my registration. All I was doing was getting my money’s worth and taking in the sights. I was born and raised in the Bay Area, and yet the views never get old. I took my time and I crossed the finish line with dignity.
I didn’t care that I finished with one of my slowest times for a full marathon- 6:19, and I didn’t care that I got swept. I did care that for the seventh straight year I failed to redeem my post-race drink ticket. I vow next year to finish fast enough to finally hand that beer ticket over for a nice cold one. If it takes a PR for me to do it, then so be it. I will be healthier. I will be fitter. I will be faster. I will be better. Training for SFM 2014 starts now. I want my fucking beer.
Cheers,
Francis