2012 Philadelphia Marathon
Well, what can I say? Third time was the charm! I feel a huge weight lifted off of my shoulders with that 3:31. I've wanted a 3

x so badly for almost 2 years now. To finally get that in such a huge improvement has me beside myself.
The plan was to meet
steel curtain and
comfortably numb at the gear check-in at 6AM. CN and I ended up parking in the same lot, so we walked down with my family towards the start. We hit the portopots and I no sooner step in to do business and my phone rings. It's SC, of course. "Hey it's SC, I'm walking towards the gear check-in. Where are you?"

"Ummm I'm in the portopot right now. We'll be there in a minute!". Talk about an awkward first meet.

We all catch-up at the gear check-in and things were great. My entire family was there, so I was hoping that SC was a normal cat. There was zero 'internet' awkwardness. SC is a cool dude.
I was calmer than normal at the start. Maybe I'm becoming a more seasoned racer, but the anxiety levels before the race are nowhere near where they used to be. Before we knew it, we're in our corral and waiting for the gun. SC and I both agreed to go for a 7:55 pace and assess on the way. We both had our HR targets (roughly 10bpm apart) and agreed if one or the other had to adjust to not worry about the other guy. Just do your thing. The conditions were ripe for a PR, so we went for broke - <3:30.
I will fully admit that I owe a lot of this run to running with SC. The first 15 miles went by in the blink of an eye. Having someone to pace with, chat, etc was a huge boost. As we got going, the miles were coming super easy. Somewhere around the 2nd or 3rd mile we realize something. Our HRs are identical. WTF. Either someone's running in the wrong range or our watches are reading the same HRM. We tried running on opposite sides of the road to see who's strap we were reading to no avail. We finally gave up and ran by feel. Periodically checking on each other to see how we felt.
Miles 1-5: 8:01, 7:47, 7:44, 7:49, 7:55
This was stupid easy. The crowd dispersed pretty quickly which was nice. We were able to get pretty close to pace right from the start. We were chatting up a storm and having fun. This went by so fast I don't remember much about it other than us trying to figure out WTH was going on with our HRMs. We had to keep reminding eachother to ease up a bit as we were under pace at this point. So easy to do at the beginning, but overall we were doing well.
Miles 6-10: 8:07, 7:25, 8:03, 7:44, 7:59
Miles 6-7 are on Chestnut street which is usually packed with spectators and generally downhill. I forewarned SC that I always end up running mile 7 too fast because of this and wanted to chill. Sure enough, we nailed a 7:25 any way. There were some rolling hills after that piece and then the main hill at mile 9. Surprisingly we ran that really well, split wise. I was getting very antsy at this point. I felt awesome and was having a blast. I was genuinely excited to be out there and didn't have much doubt that we were pacing correctly. All great signs at this stage.
Miles 11-15: 8:07, 7:50, 7:48, 7:45, 7:50
Miles were still melting away here. I couldn't believe how easy they were coming. I kept thinking back to where I came from when I used to think running a 39

x 5 miler was an all out gut busting effort. Freaky to think we're at mile 13+ and still cruising along like we were on a Sunday stroll. Mile 13 brought us back to the Rocky steps where we split off from the half marathoners. This started the quietest part of the race where you run down the Schuylkill river. I noticed how SC and I were still chatting it up, but most of the other runners were dead quiet. What a great sign that we were still full of energy at mile 15.
Miles 16-20: 7:52, 7:45, 9:07, 7:59, 8:05
Mile 17-18 were somewhat hilly. This was the first time I noticed that things were suddenly not as easy as it was just a half hour ago. A series of small hills and a bridge actually hurt at mile 18. I have no idea how that turned into a 9:07, but that matched SC's readout also. Getting right back on pace after that has me wondering if we lost satellite signal in the trees for a moment.

Mile 19 was the start of the Manyunk section which had some good hills to it. Somewhere around here SC pulled away. I tried staying with him on the hill, but I had no answer so I tried to stay smart and fell back. It was here that I looked down and saw my HRM showing - - -. Well crap. We were running off of his HRM the whole way. That spooked me a bit. Was I pushing too hard the whole way? Nahhhhhh, I felt fantastic up to this point. Screw it. It's too late to worry about that now.
Miles 21-26.2: 7:59, 8:16, 8:19, 8:20, 8:38, 8:26, 0.33-7:27
Mile 21 was hard, but I was still clinging on to 3:30 pace. My hips were starting to bark at me. Getting good knee drive was becoming a chore. Each mile became progressively harder to stay on pace. More and more muscles started to gripe at me. My left achilles got pretty tight. Calves were melting. I started to chop the miles up into half mile segments to try to keep myself motivated. It's amazing how the last 10K can spiral out of control. Tenths become miles. "24.6..... cool don't look for a while. Just keep moving....." What seems like an eternity passes and I look again. "24.72.... WTF MAN!" Around mile 25 a girl was holding up a great sign - "WTF..... Where's The Finish?!". So perfect. As I neared the finish, I heard my brother yell out "193!!". (That was the unofficial measurement of my buck) That was the perfect thing to get my attention. That pumped me up pretty good and I gave him a huge YEAHHHHHHHH!!! All of the emotion that was piling up inside me was let out with that yell.
At the end of the finish line chute was SC waiting for me. We exchanged congrats and our stories of the final 10K. SC ran that last 10K like a beast.

GB. Well done. We waddled our way back to the gear check to get his stuff. He checks his phone to see our times (he had signed up for the text updates). He gets this look on his face like he just saw a ghost and showed me the update from CN's race. He had a 2:09 HM split and was on target for a 4:2x marathon. WTF?!?! Did he miss the split?!?!?! Nah, that's nearly impossible! Come to find out SC signed up for the wrong CN. Whew! I was freaking out thinking he was stuck on the marathon course.
3 friggin 31....... YES! Finally, I've conquered 26.2. I'm sore as all get-out today, but it feels oh so good.