Finishing Strong


Today marks the last day of JustIn Control and what better way than to recap the 10k I ran on Sunday. (you may see some of the same pictures from Sarah's blog and some pictures have "proof" on them because the race photos are craaaaazzzy expensive, so I just took a screen shot of the proofs. Sorry)

The day started in a rush. I planned on waking up early, doing my devos, having a bowl of Wheaties and get mentally prepared before the big day. But the morning went completely different. I woke up just minutes before the Tatos showed up to pick us up. So it was wake up, get dressed, and out the door.

We had time to grab some coffee and oatmeal from Starbs to get a little fuel in our bellies and then it was over 152 to head to Santa Cruz.

The Tatos on our way to Santa Cruz

Our ladies dropped us off and immediately I felt overwhelmed and crazy excited all at once. They had some people from a local gym or something doing warm up exercises which meant a lot of techno music and dancing around. They had huge inflatable beach balls that people were bouncing back and forth and you could just feel the excitement and energy on that foggy Santa Cruz morning.

Kissing the baby for good luck.

Even though I anticipated about a 10 minute mile, we moved up to around the 7 minute mile marker because there were 15,000 people and to get stuck behind a bunch of walkers would have really slowed us down even more. They had some local girl sing the national anthem and then a guy with a horn came up and played that famous trumpet line that everyone knows for horse racing (ba ba ba bababada bababada ba ba ba bum) the crowd of 15,000 surged and we all got really close to each other, eagerly anticipating the gun...tension built, excitement rose, the guy held the gun up in the air as we watched eagerly for our freedom to start running...then the gun fired...and we.......walked. I mean really really slowly walked. It took us over 2 minutes just to hit the start line. It was like being in line for a ride at Disneyland.

The sea of people (there were twice as many behind us)

Game Face

Finally crossing the Start

After we crossed the start line, we walked some more. Then the road closed in and we were funneled into a tighter group. Very slowly but surely it started to open up. Now we could pick up the pace a little bit but we were still forced to go at the pace of the people in front of us. We were jogging, but pretty slowly. After a half mile or so we could really start picking up the pace, but it wasn't until mile 2 that we found our stride.

All along the way there were bands. Every type you can think of. Drum circles, punk, country, one band was so terrible it was almost good, metal bands, A huge group of old people playing ukuleles (kind of like the salvation army meets the polyphonic spree), there was a marching band, bagpipe bands, 80's glam rock cover bands, one guy just playing his drumset by himself, Japanese drums, etc. When you take Santa Cruz and say "hey we need bands to play" you are going to get quite the turnout. It made the run amazing.

The first Bagpipe band (there were several)

One little gem I did not expect to deal with was this thing called running uphill. I guess I expected maybe one or two (due to Tato's analysis) but there were a lot of hills, steep hills, steep long hills. Actually the whole race is one big gradual uphill. So around mile 3-4 I was really feeling it in my legs. I knew I wouldn't stop, but it made for a much more difficult run than I anticipated.


Every couple of miles they had water stations. At mile 4, Tato and I decided to grab a cup of water just like the pros. I also had developed a pretty strong cramp in my right side and thought the water might help. Well let me tell you, running with water is not easy my friends. I grabbed the dixie cup while running, took a sip, and kept running and the water was splashing everywhere. I tried to take another sip and more water got on my face than in my mouth. I eventually just crushed it like the pros do on tv and threw it on the ground (though I thought of myself as a bit of a litter bug).




The cramp eventually went away and soon enough we hit mile 5. From here on out was uncharted territory for me. Due to a really busy schedule lately, I was never able to get to 6 miles in my training. So this day would mark not only a major accomplishment, but a new record for me. Tato and I picked up the pace and I anticipated seeing my wife's beautiful face and her beautiful pregnant belly at the finish line and I could not get to her fast enough. Tato was incredibly encouraging and we even high-fived to get ourselves pumped for this last mile. Luckily Jesus was on our side too because the last 1/4 mile or so is downhill. This made for awesome speed at the end and huge, gazelle-like strides.



Catching sweet air

Then there at the finish line I saw my wife, with a smile on her face and a camera in her hand and everything slowed down. I crossed the finish line in 1:04:15 and could not be happier. I didn't care about time, I just cared about finishing what I started and finishing strong. I set out to run 6 miles without stopping and did it. I set out to make my wife proud of me and did it. I set out to prove to myself that I could do it and did it. I was victorious.

My wife snapped this just minutes before our finish

Eye on the prize



They told us we couldn't stop and had to keep moving and sadly I didn't get to give my wife a kiss (plus my brain was still trying to catch up with all that just happened). We kind of just went with the flow down to the beach where we picked up our gift packs that included apple juice (which really never tasted so good), a t-shirt, some snacks and a bunch of ads to buy stuff. I called my wife and hearing her voice and thinking about how proud she was made me emotional. I'd love to blame my crying on the pregnancy, but the reality was just that I was so happy and knowing how proud she was of me was a lot for me to handle...and it was the pregnancy.

My Baby

My Beauty
(And I eventually got that kiss)

This marks the end of my little JustIn Control experiment (it had to end sometime). I am not at the exact weight that I plan on being but I think it has served it's purpose. Exactly a year ago today I began this journey and you came with me. I set out to lose weight and get healthy without using a gym, a fix-it-all diet, or any gimmic. Just good old fashioned eating right, exercising, and accountability. I dropped over 35 pounds and ran a 10k. I've had my ups and downs, my major successes and major failures, but you have stuck with me. So from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

SO WHAT'S NEXT
Well even though this is the end of JustIn Control, it is not the end of me being healthy and losing weight. I am going to continue on this journey and continue with the momentum I've gained with this major accomplishment. Tato and I are already talking about future races. We know we are going to do a 10 mile race in January and probably a half marathon next summer. Running races is really a lot of fun. I may never get onto American Gladiators (because it is canceled) but I would mark this journey as a success. I have developed good discipline, the awareness of what I eat, and the joy in exercise.

This is where I began a year ago
(And I used to think this was a really flattering picture)


A year later, down 36 pounds and running 6 miles.
Thank you for your support

I'm going back over the journey from the beginning for nostalgic sake. If you have nothing to do and want to follow along from the beginning go to http://justincontrol.wordpress.com/page/9/ and see how far we've come. I'll leave the blogs up forever so I always can come back and see what this journey was like when I need encouragement.

Thank you so much for all of your support. Without you I don't know where I'd be. Thank you for your honesty, thank you for commitment, thank you for your encouragement, thank you for believing in me.

Love you guys
Justin

Soooooo....I'm back. Anyone still here?

I have been so busy these last few weeks and a lot has changed in those weeks. I apologize that there have been no updates, but I'm here and if anyone is still out there reading this, here is your update.

First I officially started at the church. It is so amazing to actually look forward to coming into work each day. My first week of work consisted of going to Summer Camp (a trip I would usually have to use my vacation time for and now it's part of my job). I tried to keep up on my runs while I was there but a combo of altitude change and schedule prevented those dedicated workouts. I did run around a lot and even went on a couple mountain bike rides. But alas, no 10k training.


Then we got back and Sarah and I took off for Lake Tahoe for a couple of days to celebrate our 3 year anniversary. It was an AMAZING time of reconnection, relaxation, and rejuvenation.
Our pastor let us borrow his tent trailer and we went to Tahoe Valley Campground (a Slavich tradition that has now become an official Richter tradition). We slept in (i even took a couple of naps, which never happens), played games (I got owned at Gin Rummy but my manhood returned when I owned at Connect Four), read books, and turned off electronics (minus my phone in case of emergencies. I've got a preggo with me). But seriously just we just relaxed.

We went out to a super nice anniversary dinner with a view of Lake Tahoe right at sunset and it was awesome. The food was amazing and the service was fantastic. They even gave us a little anniversary desert for free (it had a chocolate "happy anniversary" thing on top of it too.) We were actually sitting next to a couple who was also celebrating their 45th anniversary. So cool to see people celebrate long anniversaries like that.

I did actually go for a couple runs in Tahoe because I have a crazy supportive wife. There was no way to judge exactly how far I ran, but I am assuming it was around 2.5 miles for 2 days based on pace and time ran. But I'll tell you, 2.5 miles in Tahoe on mountain bike trails feels like 7 miles in Morgan Hill on the track. I was beat after the run.

Well we got back and I got into the swing of things here at church. It got really busy and again, no more running. Dreading my weigh in on Monday I stepped to the scale...and to my surprise...


That's right my friends...214!!! A new JustIn Control record. If that wasn't inspiration enough I got my bib number in the mail.


Wharf to Wharf is just a little over 3 weeks away! It is time to finish strong.

I am going to really kick training into high gear. This week, there has been no running unfortunately, but it starts today.
Here is the plan for the rest of the week

Wednesday:3 miles
Thursday: 3 miles
Friday: 4 miles
Saturday: 4 miles