I finished another 1/2 marathon this past Sunday with Coastal Trail Runs and that marked the end of my racing year. I no longer fear the long distance and the boredom of running. Except on a treadmill. I was really enjoying the run this past Sunday. It was a beautiful day. Mostly trail running, good for the soles. Only a few hundred runners so it wasn’t packed. I paced myself along nicely at 9 min/mi.
9 miles into the run I started to feel really weird around my front left hip area and at the end of mile 9 it hurt even more if I try to speed things up. For that I stopped and stretched with the hope that the pain or cramp in this case will go away. Picked myself up and ran again but no improvement. At that point I knew it won’t go away. I can either quit by taking a short cut back to the finish line or limping along for the next 3 miles in pain. I chose the hard way. I sucked it up and ran for as long as I can and stop to stretch.
When I get to mile 11 intersection, one of spectator told me to quit by taking a turn at the bridge. But I’d never do that. Duc doesn’t quit…not in a million years. The last 4 miles seemed like forever but I managed to cross the finish line.
I spent the rest of my Sunday wondered what went wrong. Here are some possible theory: not enough hydration for I was drinking on Saturday night at a Christmas party, didn’t perform proper stretching before the race. The cold weather can be dangerous.
I set myself out in the morning to beat my last 1/2 marathon time in Morgan Hill but I failed. I hate losing especially to myself. Now I got to train even harder.