Race Day Weight: 282 lbs.(127.9 kls)
Miles: 13.1 (20.92 kms)
Clock Time: 2:58:33
Chip Time: 2:55:20
Overall Place: 3299/3960
Age Place (males 35-39): 132/135
More than five years ago I did my first race; it was the Agoura Hills 5K (3.1 miles) race. I didn’t know anything about racing back then. I weighed 305, saw some cheesy sports movie and all the sudden I thought I was Ryan Hall or something. After about 41 minutes (of all downhill running) I found out I wasn’t. I barely made it over that finish line, but yet, I did!
Fast forward to 2007 and I ran the Disneyland Half Marathon. I don’t even remember the last 3 miles of that race. All I really remember is waking up in a medic’s tent yelling at a doctor telling him there is no way he was going to put an IV in my arm until someone handed me a finisher’s medal. I didn’t remember the last three miles, but I knew that I had crossed the finish line. I couldn’t walk for a week after that race. My feet were shredded, I didn’t know if I would ever try another race again, but, I did.
I doubt anyone remembers, but back in 2010 I did a series of blogs that I called “Fat Man Running.” It is just as well that no one remembers them because I totally failed; I only ran three weeks and then I stopped. Mostly, it was too embarrassing having to report continual weight gain. Then, on a random Monday (9/20/11), I started walking again. It was slow, but for some strange reason, I kept it up. I don’t know why this time was different. I didn’t blog about it. I didn’t plan anything. I just walked. It wasn’t until 4 weeks of walking that I decided that I should do something more, and that was when the idea of the half marathon hit me. (Denise’s note: actually that’s when he came to his wife and said that he needed a race in about January, and I came up with the Irvine Half. Why yes, I am taking credit.)
At first I was scared. Although I finished the only half marathon I entered, it wasn’t a very pleasant idea to know that I could potentially faint again, or that I might shred my feet and hobble myself again. What if I couldn’t find the time to train and didn’t even want to show up to the race (thus wasting the $60 entrance fee)? What if I got out on the track and they told me that I was too big and then I wasted $60 dollars plus the gas to get to Irvine?? The questions just got bigger and bigger. The rational me screamed “what the heck are you thinking?!!” But there I was, 4 days a week training for a half marathon.
They say races are mind over matter, but I think this was a case of matter over mind. I think my body wanted to do this race, because my head certainly didn’t. I can’t explain it very well, other than it is like all the cells in my body (except for my brain) have gotten a group consciousness and they are now demanding better working conditions.
Thankfully for me, this half marathon was much better than the last half marathon. Not only did I finish it, but I smashed my PB (Personal Best) by more than 20 mins. I was very tired after the race, but I do remember all of it, and I didn’t even come close to fainting. I don’t have many pictures of the race, but lest you think I wasn’t out there you can check out the Official Photos (looking at them I think they make for great black mail).
I think this is going to turn out to be an interesting road. My body isn’t ready to be quiet yet. In fact, a couple of days after finishing this race, I signed up for another half marathon race in June. There is also a distinct possibility for something bigger in Oct. I would tell you what that was, but there are currently two different options and I will not know for sure which option I will take until February. It should be a very interesting year, where it ends up is anyone’s guess.
Go John! Very impressive!
No one gets anything they want without planning. Your maturity and obvious growth are inspiring. Keep it up!