The One of the Wipro San Francisco (half) Marathon Race Report

Um, wow. Just … yeah. Wow. I am humbly blown away by the response to my bloggy return. To all of my blog friends, internet-based and real-life, thank you so much for your kind words! I always feel weird reaching out and, you know, not being perfect, so I can’t tell you how much I appreciate all the love.

Okay, sappy stuff over with. I promised a Wipro San Francisco Half Marathon race report, and sweet 8 lb 6 oz baby Jesus help me I will not let my computer eat this one.

Where do I start? I was a beautiful day for a half marathon. Sunny and warm on the East side on the Embarcadero, a friggen’ fog-tastic ice planet of Hoth over in Golden Gate Park. As all SF mornings start out, I suppose.

When I registered Hulk an myself for the race, we had two options: one was to run the first half of the marathon, and the other to (see where this is going?) run the second half of the marathon. The start/finish of the marathon was on the Embarcadero and Howard St, about a mile from our apartment. Since we’d need to shuttle one way or the other, I decided the preferrable option was to shuttle to the second half start line at Golden Gate Park, then walk home after the race. We’d have to wake up a littel earlier to battle the pre-race zombie hoards at the shuttle pick up, but at least we wouldn’t have to stand around on post-race legs waiting with the rest of the post-race zombie hoards for the return shuttle. This turned out to be a fantastic decision. My best one of the whole race experience, for sure. Hulk was impressed by my forthsight.

So impressed.

Anyway, we boarded the shuttle at 7:00 am near our apartment and headed to our 8:15-ish start. Hulk was in the wave in front of me since he’s a big, strong, manly man and much faster than my stubby little legs. So I got to do a lot of standing around alone.

Just me and my 5,000 closest friends.

Which made me hungry. And thirsty. And, since Hulk and I are cool kids (not to be confused with smart kids) I didn’t bring food or water or anything with me to the start. By the time my wave started, I was sprinting just to find the first water station. Which was about 4 miles in. And those little dixie cups with about 1/2 oz. of water in them was not doing it for my thirst monster. I pounded about 5 of them as I jousted with the other more prepared runners grabbing their little sips.

Somehow I survived and made it on to the Gu station finally. I grabbed the Gu’s or whatever the voulenteers had in their hands and them in my bra for later. I think I grabbed someone’s phone as well, I’m not sure. Anyway, after a spectator was also handing out full-sized water bottles in the Mission I was able to pound down sufficient water and feel good about life again. That was about 9 miles into it.

The Grant Ave. Lululemon also had a cheer section around mile 8 and were giving out bananas. That was awesome.

I also ran into one of my neighbors (not literally) who was running the second half. That was awesome, too.

Okay, then we came around AT&T park. I had fun at this point, because even though it was around mile 11, this is where we always ran to train so I felt like I was on my home turf. I (kinda) knew where the finish was, so I just cranked it and entered “mantra mode”. I try to forget about everything except making my legs go and I have a couple of phrases I cycle through to keep me focused. I repeat “just go”, “XX miles to go” and “almost there” the way a crazy cat lady repeats her cats’ names. I don’t think I annoyed too many people since by this point everyone is either too comatose to care or I’m passing them anyway.

Then I saw the finish line, sprinted and about tripped on my face, finished anyway, and met up with Hulk who was waiting for me by the medal chute.

As we were herded through the free food line I took a peek at our results. Here was me:


You can’t really read it, but it says right there – 2:21! Woot! My last half was over 2 years ago, and I ran a 2:36. So I was pretty happy that I about cut a minute off my pace. Hulk was a modest rock star, of course. His first running race EVER and he pulled a 1:46. So hot.

And then we walked home. And then we died.

It was like this, only not as cute.

And then we remembered my brother was watching the Squish and we should probably, you know, feed them or something. So it was Super Duper Burger all around!

I can almost say, “do you want fries with that?”

(Okay, this was from In-n-Out. But I didn’t take a post-race meal picture. Plus I felt the need to squeeze in another Squishy shot somehow.)

In other news, my friend reminded me on Facebook that I am still registered for the North Face challenge in December, since last year’s race was cancelled and I have a free entry this year. I completely forgot about that. So if you are going to ask if I’m doing another race soon, the answer is that I suppose I am.

The cool kids

Conclusion: bring water regardless if you think you’ll need it or not, and no one looks good posing with a “duck face”.

The One Where I Ran 8 Miles

My 8 Mile run, by the numbers:

Distance: 8.3 miles

Time: 1:48

Avg Pace: 13:01 (I forgot about the hills …)

# of Gear Worn for the first time: 1

Rocking the Fuel Belt
Rocking the Fuel Belt

Times consulted the map thinking I’m lost: 3

# of Streets visited: 12 … Jackson – Steiner – Broadway – Pacific – Scott – Clay – Fillmore – California – Kearney – Market – First – Mission

# of Neighborhoods crossed: 5 … Downtown – Chinatown – Nob Hill – Pacific Heights – Presidio

# of water stops: 1, and it was glorious

# of Hills: lost count after 5

Minutes where I never wanted this run to end: 13

Minutes where I cursed myself for pickup up running as a hobby: 72

# of Times Stopped for a photo op:

Took this from my roof. See that little green sploch on the horizon? I ran there!
Fillmore Street
Pac Heights has the best private residential gardens
You can’t really tell, but this hill is STEEP
My favorite Pac Heights game – museum, church, or single-family private residence?
Again, museum, church, or single-family private residence? Give you a hint – this one has a backyard private tennis court.
More trails!!
Lafayette Park
Market St … and almost-home

Miles from home when my Garmin decided to die – 0.2

# of days until I can do this run again – 5 … can’t wait for Saturday!

The One Where It’s Almost Tuesday

Happy Monday … er, oh, it’s Tuesday? Hmm.

First, I ran 8 miles on Saturday. I have lots of lovely pics so this news will be it’s own separate post. I just wanted to start with something cheery. So fist bump to me, I rock.


Next, I had another amazing weekend of nothingness. Well, I actually did things this time, but they were sporadically inserted among long bouts of Netflix streaming.

bachelorette carebear periscope


(One of these things is not like the others …)

Finally, well, that’s it.

The One Where I Ran Seven Miles

Happy Monday to ya!

FYI, my posting might be a little off-and-on this week. I’ve been reorganizing my schedule and am trying to figure out the best time to blog. I’m going to do the ol’ fashioned trial-and-error to figure out what works. Ooh, a project! I know, right?

I, um, can’t walk today. Which wouldn’t be so bad except I forgot my badge at work this morning. Since all of the elevator lobbies require a badge to enter the floor, I’ve had to use the stairs to all of my meetings, which have seemed to average 3 floors away from my desk. Holy mother of dog, this was a bad day to forget my badge. I guess it could be worse. I could have to run today, too.

Ah yes, the Sunday Runday. To prep for my scheduled 7-miler, I fueled up with a delicious bfast of another sausage and veggie frittata.


+ unpictured coffee. Lots of it.

Squishy and I got a little park time in while I digested. It was such a warm, sunny day that it would have been a travesty to not get a little Vitamin D for the Squishers.


Another stealth photo while he’s not looking. Otherwise my phone is in his grubby paws.

Then I went on the most horrible, godawful, unscenic and hot run I’ve been on in a long time.

First, my legs were still shredded from yesterday. Stupid, stupid.

Then, as I was heading out I found my Garmin was dead. I’d blame Squishy because it’s easy, but really I just was too lazy to put it on the charger after my last run. So I had to figure out how far to run 7 miles with a combination of Google maps and counting the number of songs played on my iPhone. I can usually run a mile in 2-3 songs, so I just estimated it from there.

Also, it was HOT. Okay, not HOT hot, but hot for someone who hasn’t run in a temperature above 60* in several years. When you only run in the mornings in SF it doesn’t get much warmer than that. I was so glad I thought to bring a water bottle, but I still got home red-faced and a little sunburned. I do feel a little guilty whining about it being too hot and sunny since most of my relatives are still under several inches of snow, but you weren’t there and you’re not sunburned. So I’ll whine.

Finally, since I didn’t have my Garmin I didn’t want to experiment with prettier routes. so I just ran straight down 3rd Street and back. 3.5 miles down past the Port of San Francisco and back. Ugh. Treeless sidewalks and big, abandoned, industrial buildings were my scenery. There was a Giants game playing, so there were enough people out and about to make me comfortable, but it was still a pretty hot and dreary run. I’ll be experimenting with some of the side streets that looked a bit more scenic and inviting in the future.

I did find a bike trail on a small portion that offered some bay views. Still hot with no plants, though.


After I stumbled back to the apartment, I took an ice bath. That was another notch in the things-I-haven’t-done-in-years belt. But it actually felt really good after my toes went numb.

Then I did a lot of this. Pardon the finger bomb.


He just wishes he could have joined me. I just know it.

Then I ate a whole lot of food that I didn’t bother to photograph. I know you’re crushed, I’m sorry.
Down the hatch in no particular order:
– bunless burger
– monstrous salad with about every veggie we have on hand
– HB eggs
– a handful of Squishy’s cheddar bunnies
– Roasted chicken
– some chips and salsa (just a few; I have a superhuman ability to not eat a whole bag/jar)
– peas
– beer (to celebrate a running victory!)

Then I watched a lot of movies and sat on the floor with Squishy, rolling and stretching my argumentative hamstring.

Then we had a pillow fight.

And that was my Sunday.

How was yours?

The One Where I Cheat, then Cheat Again.

I cheated.

I weighed myself this morning.

I’ve gained three pounds.


I am not surprised. I’ve been having a tough time getting dressed for work, and my sweats don’t even feel comfortable anymore. So I weighed myself to confirm what I already knew – all of my “little” wine and candy indiscretions have been adding up.

Oh, and in case you are confused – I don’t share all of the food that goes in my face on my blog. I’m not that disciplined, and I’d be too embarrassed to put out in public the mass quantities of candy I can eat.

Whelp, I guess my little sugar bingeing is done-zo for a while. Time to climb back on the horse. It was a fun detour, but it’s time to head back to Reality and Clean Eats.

I was super exhausted last night (another sign I’ve been eating like crap) but managed to put together a simple dinner of chicken and peas while Hulk made a Costco run.


Then Hulk brought back the spoils. He needed to borrow one of the bellhop carts to get it upstairs. Everything but the booze:

I don’t even know what half of it is. All I know is that our fridge is stocked again! Wheee!


Still, I packed a pretty lame breakfast/lunch. Turns out Costco quantities of food is only good if you cook & prep it ahead of time. Six pounds of raw hamburger does nothing for me at 7:30 in the morning.


Mixed baby greens with evoo & a can of tuna, 2 hb eggs, 2 carrots, AB, and an apple.

I did get a quick run in this morning. Despite my fears from the article I read yesterday, I was really itching for a run. I did some speedwork and intervals when I felt like it, and walked for a couple of the scenic stretches. It was “very nice”.


20130418-100255.jpg (I don’t know why this picture won’t turn over)

And now it’s time to start the day. Or afternoon. Depends on what time this post is scheduled to go up.


Have a happy almost-Friday!

The One About Goodbyes, Links, and Labels

I don’t know who or why or how, but I finally woke up on the right side of the bed this morning. I’ve been a buzzing, productive little hummingbird all day.

First up, dinner last night WAS very good.


Some weird Italian concoction I threw together. Ground beef, zucchini, onion, tomato, and Italian herbs. Never mind the messy plate, Squish was pulling off zucchini chunks before the pic.

Then I got my butt out of bed and to the gym. I missed the last couple of days so I did both Chest/Back and Arms.

W/U 10 min on the elliptical
Bench Press – 3×10 @ 35 lb dumbbells
Lat Pull – 2×10 @ 30 lbs, 1×10 @ 35 lbs
Bent-over rows, 3×10 @ 20 lbs
Bicep curl – 3×10 @ 15 lbs
Shoulder press – 3×10 @ 15 lbs (my right shoulder has been bothering me, so I went down in weight so I won’t injure it)
Bench dips – 3×10 @ bodyweight
Stretch & cool down

I had to get into work early today, so I packed both bfast and lunch to eat there.


Bfast – 2 hb eggs & mixed baby greens with evoo
Lunch -leftover Italian beef thingy from last night, carrots & AB

I found a LOT of inspiring posts on the Internets today. Which gives me a lot to talk about. Because I like to talk. That’s kind of why I have a blog.

First off, my dear bestie Alexis moved to Boston this week, of all places. Great timing, eh? I miss her terribly, and I can’t imagine being on a plane to start a new life, thinking about my new apartment and starting my new job tomorrow, then getting the news that such a horrible thing happened in my new home. She’s a tough cookie, and talks about taking care of yourself, especially during traumatic events. Miss you, friend!

Next, as I have mentioned, I am schedule to run a half marathon in June. So Melissa’s post scares the crap out of me. Apparently, research indicates that steady-state cardio (working out at 65% of your max heart rate) disables proper thyroid functionality and actually makes you fatter. All of those elliptical and treadmill jockeys are really hurting themselves. Oops. I guess I’ll be walking/sprinting the SF Marathon. Okay, not really, but I will be tweaking my (nonexistant) training plan and lifting a lot more heavy things.

Finally, Lindsay at The Lean Green Bean Blog’s post about not labeling her diet was sooooo good. I love these posts that instantly get my brain swirling back and forth. I could write a really long post on my reactions to diet labels. But no one really cares, so here’s my shorthand: On one hand, diet names/labels are good for people that need to follow a strict regime, like gluten-free for celiacs or being vegetarian for religious reasons. On the other hand, if you don’t have medical dietary restrictions and just make certain choices out of preference, then labels are sort of misleading and annoying when the Food Police come after you (“you’re vegetarian? Then why are you eating bacon?”). Fun stuff to think about.

What’s been getting your brain going lately?

The One Where I Drink Wine and My Mommy Comes to Town!


I have exciting news, but I need to get the crap stuff out-of-the-way first.

You know, sometimes life hands you lemons, and sometimes it just backs a dump truck of lemons up to you and release the load on your head. At least it’s just lemons and not, like, dog poop or something.

I came home in a horrible mood yesterday. Horrible. For one, I had been ravenously hungry all. Day. I ate my lunch at 11:00 and proceeded to sit at my desk and talk myself out of heading to the nearest bakery and devouring every chocolate chip cookie they had (yes, it’s THAT week). Plus, we’re on Week 2 of the Hulk Is In Charge of Food experiment. Lunch was a spinach salad with tomato and evoo, can of tuna, edamame, and the last cran-raspberry sparking water. Also two unpictured clementines that my sister left the last time she visited.


Ravenous, I tell you. Plus it was just a crappy day at work. I arrived home to a raw roast in the fridge, no dinner being cooked, and a bottle of wine just sitting there. I was no match for that wine.

Fortunately, Hulk picked up some chicken on the way home from his interview (Interview #2! On a roll!) so he quickly roasted it with some peas. I devoured it.

But before Hulk came home and I was saved with Real Food, my friend offered her leftover Chipotle bowl from lunch. It had tofu, beans, and rice. I didn’t care, I killed the whole thing.

On the upside, I did NOT go to the store and buy my weight in candy like I had been telling myself to do all afternoon. So that’s a win. I’ll take tofu and wine over a candy bomb as an indiscretion any day.

On the other upside, I’ve worked out for three days in a row. Whoa, I know, right? This morning I went for an easy half-hour run. I felt soooo slow, I think my legs are still getting over the six miles I put them through on Sunday.


Aww, the city looks so sweet and innocent when it’s sleeping!

I think I forgot to mention my workout yesterday. Chest and Back day. Since I’m doing a triathlon in September I figured I’d better start with the biking again. I might need to even go on a ride soon *gasp*
– Warm up: 10 min bike ride on stationary bike
– Bench Press – 3×10 @ 40 lbs (I switched to the smith machine, and I don’t know how much the bar is, But I did put 40 lbs of plates on it)
– Lat Pull – 3×10 @ 35 lbs
– Bent over rows – 3×10 @ 20 lbs
– Stretch & foam roll

Then this morning was eggs with green pepper, spinach, and pesto again. Here’s my picture from yesterday, since it didn’t change. At all. I’m going to start calling this “green eggs”.


And now for the exciting news: my mom is coming today for a visit! Yay! I’ve got some fun activities planned so maybe I can talk about actual things to do rather than food and workouts this week. Oh gosh, you never know where I’m going next on this crazy ride. There may be more wine and cake consumed in the upcoming week, FYI.

The One Where I Quickly Share my Whole30 Day 3

This’ll be a quickie, as I am running around getting ready this morning. Which is kind of dumb, I’m running around every morning. Details, details.

As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, I’m being a little lax about the Whole30 rules. Lunch was partially eaten standing over the counter as I dug into the massive ham bone. Then I cleaned myself up and finished at the table like a lady. Eating a massive bowl of plain peas.


Don’t worry, I saved a couple of spoonfuls for Squish.

Dinner was a clean-out-the-fridge night.


The last of the ham (yay! And Sad Panda, that was really good ham), brussel sprouts, and sautéed mushrooms.

This morning I got in a quickie 2.4 mile run and did a set of squats in the weight room. I added 10 lbs to my squat, which is great, but I was really nervous about the fact that I don’t have a rack. But I guess I haven’t hit my one rep max yet on my clean and press, because I’m still able to get the bar over my head and shoulders. 55# squats FTW!

Hulk and I tag-teamed breakfast this morning. He made bacon and egg scrambles while I cut up strawberries and made the coffee.


It is soooo nice having Hulk up with me in the morning. Mostly because I can make the bed.

Throwing a totally random lunch together from the leftover depths if the fridge.

Leftover brussel sprouts from last night mixed with the bacon peas from Easter, can o’ tuna, orange.


Normally I don’t eat so much fruit. There’s nothing wrong with fruit, i jst try to eat less sugary, more nutrient-dense things when i can. But we have a pile of it that no one has been going through so I’m taking a few for the team. My sugar demon is still lying in wait so my cravings haven’t kicked in yet. Once the cravings start I’ll pull off the fruit until I have it under control.

Have a happy hump-de-hump day!

Running and other Randomness

Happy Friday, kids!

Things are still ballz-to-the-wall crazy around here. My department was just “restructured”, so there is suddenly a mountain of work to do and no one knows who’s supposed to do it. Which means I end up doing it. At least it keeps me busy and out of trouble.

It's been kind of like this.
It’s been kind of like this.

(source)I did run 3.5-ish miles this morning. With the sun.

– Up Kearney to the sketchy part on Broadway with all the girly bars
– Down Broadway
– Along Embarcadero
– Up Market

It took me almost an hour from when I left to when I returned. Since I hardly use my Garmin, it takes a good 5-10 minutes to find the satellites, and that’s if I’m out in the open with good access to the sky. Um, I live downtown in the middle of blocks of highrises and skyscrapers. So I either have to A) sit on the roof until my watch synchs, then lose reception in the elevator down to the street, or B) walk accross the street to the park and stand in the middle of the green where there’s decent sky exposure. This morning I opted for option B since I wanted to walk around and warm up in the downtime rather than stand on the windy roof and freeze.

Anyway, after a 10-minute warm-up in the park I was able to do my run in 33 minutes. Then a 10-minute cool down so I could talk again. But I forgot to stretch and now my hamstring is killing me.

God, my life is so hard. Kind of like Squishy’s



Ice cream!




Ice cream!


Here’s another what-I-wore-to-work-today, exposed toilet edition.


Blazer – from my Stitch Fix
Top – Ann Taylor
Pants – Macy’s
Shoes- I don’t remember, they’re a million years old

And this concludes your Friday Edition of Emily Rocks the Randomness. Have a happy weekend.