Long Race Report follows. It was a great day. Thanks for all your support and encouragement. Short story is I met my goal of breaking 3:21:00 by running a lot of strong, consistent miles, and then struggling through a tough finish up some big hills.It was just a perfect day for a marathon. Partly cloudy, minimal wind, and temps that were below 50 at the 9 a.m. start and rose probably only to the low 60s by the end.My goal for this, my second, marathon was to break 3:20:59 – basically to run a time that would have qualified me for Boston until they toughened standards by 5 minutes. This would also get me halfway from my previous 3:25:25 PR to the new 3:15 BQ time. To reach this goal meant to run a 7:40 pace. My mileage for this training cycle was really pretty low, so I was worried about my endurance, but my fitness was excellent. I felt like I could run a 7:40 mile with minimal effort at this point. The trick was going to be stringing together 26 of them in a row. My thought for the day was “Free Miles.” I didn’t want to focus on “Fast” because I knew I was fast enough to run a 7:40 – I wanted to focus on running the miles so easily that they cost me no effort, and so were “Free” on my way to reaching the end. It’s a small race – about 500 runners and another 40 2-person relay teams. When the gun sounded I was near the front of the pack, though not in the very first few rows, and I quickly got to a comfortable pace without being crowded. The first 1.5 miles are on winding country roads that lead down to the bike/running trail where most of the Marathon is held. Right as we started, we ran past a thoroughbred horse farm and it was cool to see all the horses standing in the field, staring at us as we streamed by. The first mile in particular is very steeply downhill (unfortunately, we would be running back up that hill 25 miles later). Between the hill and the excitement of the start, I cranked out Mile 1 in 7:17.Halfway through Mile 2, we got to the trail, and I focused on settling down and accruing as many Free Miles as I could get. It was at this point that I also felt something slapping my right ankle ever so slightly. I looked down and saw that my shoelace was untied. I love my new racing shoes so much, but the laces are kind of garbage – they’re really just ribbons like you’d find on a Christmas package. And despite double-knotting, this one had slipped loose. But the shoes fit my foot so well, that it wasn’t slipping off my heel or anything. I decided that I didn’t want to stop to retie the lace before I’d even really gotten warm and that I’d keep going for now unless the shoe started to slip, or I started to alter my footfall or stride to keep the shoe in place. I think I did baby it a little, but it never caused any cramping or soreness, so I must not have altered my stride too much.In addition to “Free Miles” my other thought for this race was that I was going to break it up into 4 laps of 6.5 miles each. My goal for the first lap was to focus on getting loose and running with the most minimal effort possible, and it went well. Splits were:Mile 2: 7:34Mile 3: 7:45Mile 4: 7:37Mile 5: 7:37Mile 6: 7:31At Mile 6 we crossed one of the small roads that intersects with the trail. They had traffic stopped for us to go by, and the first car waiting in the line was a hearse. I thought that was a funny bit of black humor. I also heard the first gunshot blasts echoing through the hillsides. It was the opening weekend of Maryland’s hunting season, and there were hunters aplenty in the nearby vicinity, based on all the gunshots I heard. Made me a little nervous to be in the woods, and glad that my racing shoes are orange.Right around Mile 6.5, the end of my first “lap,” I ran into a pretty big group of runners. I ran with them for a couple tenths, but decided I would prefer to be on my own, rather than get pulled into the pace and rhythm of the group. So I put on a tiny burst to get by them. My focus on this next lap was “Keep it easy.” If at any point, I found myself breathing hard, I forced myself to slow down and get things back under control.After passing that group, I didn’t pass many more runners until the midway point, and one guy passed me. Other than one relay runner, and then 2 marathoners who got me on the hills in the final 1.5 miles, nobody else would pass me after the 6.5 Mile mark. Lap 2 splits:Mile 7: 7:32Mile 8: 7:37Mile 9: 7:29Mile 10: 7:30Mile 11: 7:32Mile 12: 7:27Mile 13: 7:27To be honest, I was getting a little worried in between Miles 9 and 11. My legs were a little tight, and I just wasn’t sure if I would be able to sustain my pace for the distance. Starting at Mile 10 until the turnaround at Mile 13.5, there’s a slight incline (about 1 percent). Not enough to really notice, but enough for you to feel. But then getting to the midway point was a big lift. I was there in about 90 seconds ahead of pace and making the turn toward home, plus starting to head downhill, were a big boost.Right at Mile 14, I pulled over to a picnic table I had seen before hitting the turnaround, put my foot on top and quickly retied my shoe – it probably took my about 12 seconds. Having the shoe tied really made a difference. Instead of worrying with each step if my shoe would slip off, I could really dig in and push off with each stride. The two miles that followed were fast. Splits for this section:Mile 14: 7:24Mile 15: 7:15Mile 16: 7:18Mile 17: 7:27Mile 18: 7:25Mile 19: 7:30At about Mile 18, there was a race marshal standing in the middle of the path, diverting runners from the right side of the trail, to the left. A medical cart with red light flashing was there, with 2 or 3 EMTs sitting in it. Oh no, I thought, I hope nobody’s dying, remembering the Philly Marathon. But then I wondered why the EMTs were just sitting there. When I got to the marshal and looked over, there was a dead deer lying in the path. I’m pretty sure he must have been shot somewhere then ran to this spot and died. I immediately thought of Ned and imagined some kind of hybrid Marathon/Deer Hunting biathlon, which would be his dream come true.In my first marathon, I mistakenly thought that 20 miles was close to the finish and that kind of thinking made the last five miles excruciatingly long and slow. This time, I knew I was just starting the fourth quarter, and that I needed to dig deep. Also, my family was waiting for me at Mile 22 and I wanted to be running strong when they saw me. So for this final lap, I again just told myself to keep running as easily as possible, and focus on moving my legs at the same pace I had been for the previous 150 minutes.Mile 20: 7:35Mile 21: 7:36Mile 22: 7:42Here I saw my family and that was great. But looking forward to seeing them had kept me going, and now that it was over, things started getting hard. All I could think about now was putting one foot in front of the next. But after that last big intersection at Mile 22, a lot of people were hurting worse than I was. I must have passed a dozen people, and I saw my first walkers. I didn’t want that to happen to me and I just kept going.Mile 23: 7:44Mile 24: 7:52Finally at Mile 24.5 we turned off the trail and back onto country roads, and after just a couple hundred yards, the course hit a very steep, though not very long, hill. As I started to climb, my calves screamed. I had to stop to walk the last half, and 2 people passed me. Luckily the back side of the hill was almost as steep going down, and I just let gravity and momentum pull me forward.Mile 25: 8:15The last mile back up to the school had two big hills. I walked the first, and then almost walked the second, but a nice guy I passed told me, to just keep jogging, however slow I had to, but not to walk. That boosted me and I covered the last Mile in 8:53, with an 8:44 pace for the final 0.2.Official time was 3:20:30. A 7:39 pace, and good enough to beat my goal. I feel pretty good today, just a little sore on stairs. And I know that if I maintain this level of fitness, and then commit myself to a Pfitz 18/55 plan in the spring, that the 3:15 I need for Boston is well within reach. But I also have to say that running another marathon is the last thing I want to think about right now. With work and family, it’s hard to find the time to really commit to an intensive training program, and the genuine exhaustion I felt in the closing miles on Saturday is too fresh in my memory. Running a marathon is hard frigging work. So right now, I’m going to focus on staying fit with some shorter races, and hopefully will suffer enough amnesia in the coming weeks to get me back out there againAs always, your support is tremendous! Sorry for being so long-winded.