Running race (Road) 3:09:38 [5] 26.2 mi (7:14 / mi)
slept:3.5 shoes: Asics Gel Landreth II
The weather was perfect! About 48F at the 6am start and no wind. I didn't even need an extra layer, just a pair of cotton gloves.
I was running with a group (Laurie, Joe F., and John) with a 3:10 pace in mind, but it was so crowded at the start we got stuck behind the 8:00/mile pace sign. So navigating through traffic was a bit of a challenge, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Starting out slow (a +8:30/mile pace) helped me loosen up and saved the energy for later.
We caught the 3:40 pace group in Newport. One down, three more to go. Then at mile 4, we saw Ryan and talked him into running the rest with us. On 3rd street downtown we passed the 3:30 pace group, which was a huge group and taking up half of the road.
By now the pack has thinned a bit and we're able to gradually pick up the pace. The next portion of Eggleston-Reading-Gilbert to Eden Park was pretty uneventful. We're now set into a comfortable groove going uphill, trying not to exert extra effort here. "Elvis" was entertaining us just outside of the Krohn Conservatory. He actually sounded kinda like the real Elvis! It was at the lookout point that I realize I've forgotten to wear the strap around my quad to help with the IT Band, but I was feeling fine, so no harm done.
At mile 8, we're still about 4:00 off the intended pace, but there's a long way to go yet so I wasn't worry. We did started picking up the pace a bit after 9, with the help of a down hill run on Madison and Erie. Ryan let Laurie and I through Hyde Park Square with a 6:30 mile! The huge crowd certainly helped, but that was too fast a pace, and too early to in the race, so we decided to dial it down.
We finally caught up to the 3:20 pace group after around mile 12. A fellow runner told us the group was running ahead of pace, at about 3:15, which made us feel a little better.
When we hit the half-way mark, we're just under 3:00 off the even pace. Since the goal was to do a negative split, we're still on target with the game plan. It's just a matter of whether we can pick up the pace enough in the second half.
Passing through Madisonville and Mariemont was pretty nice, as spectators were lined up alongside cheering us on. Laurie and John dropped back a bit as Ryan and I marched onward in a brisk 7:00/mile pace, still trying to make up time.
Leaving Fairfax and onto Columbia Parkway came the most desolate part of the course. There was no spectator, no music, and not even cars on the road! At least I had Ryan as a running budy.
Next came the dreaded Eastern Avenue portion of the course. We would stay on this road pretty much for the last 7 miles of the race. By now, my legs were getting heavier by the minute, not to mention into unchartered territory (the longest I've ever run before today was 20 miles). They actually went numb somewhere around mile 20.
Just before mile 22, the numbness had progressed to the next level (more numb?), but since I feel no pain, the thought of stopping never crossed my mind. Ryan told me to just keep my head down and not look at the buildings downtown. This technique helped as my mind was also getting fatiqued.
Pace wise, we're now within striking distance as we logged a couple of 6:45 miles earlier on Eastern. But as my mind tired out and wandered, I could no longer sense my own pace, and could barely read the fine prints on my pace chart, much less calculate my needed splits to make 3:10.
I used the downhill by Adam's Landing at mile 24.5 to separate from Ryan. I could sense the finish and knew it would require some effort still to get to 3:10. At the Montgomery Inn Boat House (mile 25.2), my watch read 3:03:15, which meant that I'd have to do a 6:45 last mile. That's almost to a T according to my pre-race plan, except physically I wasn't sure if I had that much in me to do it.
The crowd here in the final stretch was tremendous. Several of my friends were there cheering. I hadn't hear them as I was in a zone. But when I finally heard the call and turned around to acknowledge their presence, my legs gave out and I almost lost my balance as a result. That's when I realized I had no control off my legs any longer. And God knows how long ago I had lost control of them! They were just moving on momentum and robotic muscle memories at the point. I was just glad I avoided a tumble on the course! As it was, I regained my balance, and used the adrenaline rush from the crowd to power my way to the finish.
It felt great passing some folks on my way there. It was an even greater feeling when I could see the clock hanging over the finish line, reading 3:10:10! I knew it took 40+ seconds at the start before I officially crossed the line, so my chip time should be just under 3:10.
I could hardly stand up on my own after the finish, as I could not feel my legs. But walking still felt better than standing around, so some medic helped me along for a bit.
Ryan, Laurie, and John all came in moments later. They all did great! It was a perfet day to run. I had one of those good days. I completed my first marathon, and qualified for Boston in the process. Really an ideal scenario, it couldn't be any better. Life is grand!