Place: 24 out of 180
AG Place: 2 out of 10 (Male 20-29)
Average Heart Rate: ?? (Still need to download)
Like I said in my previous post, the Marathon 2 Marathon was going to be my homecoming race - except there would be no smoking under the bleachers or heavy petting after the dance. This race was my spring race to set a PR! My stretch goal was to run a 3:15 and my primary goal was to run a 3:20. I have been really hitting my training runs so I thought that it was a realistic goal.
The race was a point to point race that ends in Marathon, Ia - population 302 - approximately 30 miles from where I grew up. It has actually gained quite a bit of a following given the small population in the area. That said, it was certainly going to be a small race. 200 marathoners, 100 half marathoners, and maybe 50 spectators.
Race morning at a small race = REAL bathrooms!
I THINK my phone camera noise was off when I took this....
While I was waiting for the start of the race, I not only met up with C2Iowa but also saw a guy I went to high school with! He was running his first marathon and decided to make the home course his first attempt.
Tom, first time marathoner, and myself. What is up with my shirt in this picture? I look like I'm 12.
Miles 0 - 6.5: I'm the king of the world!
With a quick pep talk by the race director via bull-horn, we were off! I soon settled into a 7:20ish pace run right behind a gal with a strange oval shaped tan line that must have been from a one piece bathing suit - either that or she is horrible with sunscreen. While the Rock and Roll San Diego crowds never thinned out, the M2M course was single file after the first half mile. I could tell from the start that this was going to be a very different race than I am used to
The course wasn't closed, but we had no issue with traffic
Miles 6.6 - 13.1: Rolling rolling rolling! Keep those doggies rolling!
I continued to hit my mile splits and, while I started to realize that there were quite a few rolling hills, nothing seemed to be too horribly large. Honestly? These miles flew by.
The 'scenery' during 90% of the race......much like the 'scenery' for 90% of Iowa
Miles 13.1 - 20: Boom goes the dynamite
This is where the wheels fell off. As I crossed the midway point in 1:37 (right on a 3:15 pace), I was still feeling okay. My breathing wasn't labored, my HR seemed to be under control - but my sweat rate was quite a bit higher than it normally was in Phoenix. It wasn't until 16 miles that I felt a slight twinge in my quads. This slight twinge turned into full on cramping at mile 17.... and the race spiraled downward through the circles of crappy race finishes from there:
- "Oh, maybe I'll just slow down for the next half mile to take a quick rest"
- "Well, that didn't work, legs still killing me. Maybe I'll just start walking through the aid stations"
- "Still tired, what if I just keep walking for 30 seconds - but that is it!"
- "If I called a cab, I wonder if the race director would notice me being dropped off 1/2 mi from the finish"
Gutting it out - or maybe trying to push out a poop?
Miles 20-26.2: So, this is what the Trail of Tears feels like
Possibly one of the worst feelings during a race gone awry is the feeling of other racers passing you by. Nothing against the racers themselves (as you don't know their story) of course, but being passed again and again is demoralizing. As I ran/walk the last 10k of the course (taking 30 seconds or so a mile breaks to try to stretch out my quads), I couldn't help but
As I think back to the race, I am pretty disappointed with how it turned out. I tried for a stretch goal and fell short. But, I'm plotting my comeback. I'm going to work in more hills, more progression running, and figuring out SOME way to do some humidity training. I know that I can run faster, it is just a matter of putting the right race together and training for all possible circumstances. And that, gives me hope.