Richmond Marathon
It feels weird to be finally sit down and write this report. 2015 has been a crazy year for me and all roads ended up leading to this race. Most of you know, this was not the way I planned it. My big marathon was supposed to be in March but it was not to be. God had other plans. I had a crazy heart arrhythmia that wouldn't cooperate but with the help my cardiologist, we burned that thing away...hopefully forever. To me, Richmond would be a second chance. With that in mind, I decided I needed to fully commit. Maybe actually try a REAL marathon plan for a change. Maybe actually wear my heart rate monitor. 18 weeks. No slacking. Could I do it? Could I survive uninjured?
So I set some goals... 1:27 half marathon (I would have to PR the half if I was going to run a solid marathon) and of course the big one, 3:08 & a BQ in the marathon.
I'll tell you what, training was not easy. I soon found out that training for a marathon during summer pretty much sucks. You get up early and it's still hot. There's really no escape from the heat and humidity in VB. But you just push through knowing that one day it's going to be 40 something degrees and that cool air is going to give you super powers. Sound good anyways. I guess you tell yourself anything you can to get you motivated to get your ### out of bed. But I did the work and as you guys know, I whined that it was making me slower. That my legs had turned to crap. Etc. Then some weeks I felt great. The training was working! Then it wasn't! I've got no chance at a BQ. I've doubled my training volume and I couldn't honestly tell you I was faster at ANY distance. I was down.
Then I finally got to my half marathon and I exceeded all my expectations. 1:26:51. If this wasn't a sign that I was surely going to BQ, then I don't know what was. My confidence was back. Then it was time to taper and all my friends were telling me how I was going to "crush it". For some reason, I felt the need to temper expectations. Then I started to feel the pressure of how disappointing it would be if I didn't preform. Maybe I hadn't prepared enough for the course I choose. I hadn't had a single hill work out and my goal race was fully of hills! Idiot. Maybe I should find another race? Maybe I should bail all together and be happy with a PR in the half marathon? Fear of failure after all this work was constantly on my mind.
But eventually I told myself as I do in all my races is, you've done the work and all you can do now is commit to doing your best on race day and the rest will take care of itself. No retreat..no surrender. I finally had peace about Richmond. I didn't know it at the time but maybe my up and down training cycle might have just prepared me for the emotional swings I would experience during the marathon.
The wife and I drive up Friday and check in to our hotel about a half mile from the start line. We then proceed to the expo and then to a Pizza place for my traditional pre race meal of as much cheese pizza as I can eat and a couple beers. We then head back to the hotel for some sexy time and my other tradition of sleeping like #### the night before a big race.
Race morning I'm up early. Shower. Walk down to the local 7/11 and grab a banana, a cliff bar and some bandaids for my nips. Get back to the room, throw on my headphones, choke down the food and start to get ready. About 25 minute before the gun goes off, I jog down to the race. I didn't bring my monitor but with the nervous energy, I know my heart rate was high. Find my corral and look for any familiar faces...don't really see anyone I know, other than the guy I know who's pacing 3:05. I settle behind them and lightly stretch. Game time.
The gun goes off and I've decided to run with 3:05. It's short lived though because it seemed 3:05's pacing strategy was to start fast. I probably only hang for a mile, even though I'm holding 7:06ish through the first 3 miles. By mile 4, I can't even see them. At that point, I decided I just need to run by feel. The first 6 are slightly uphill and I don't want to work too hard. It seemed to take forever before I really relaxed into a rhythm. But I finally get there and start chatting up with a younger guy. It was nice to have some company. Took my mind off the task a bit. Our pace slows a bit and we're running around 7:10ish toward the end of 10K. ~ 44:45 (7:12 pace)
Mile 7 has a pretty steep downhill and it felt difficult to control my momentum while trying to to land softly. Guess it would have been smart to train for this. Slammed down my first powerbar power gel. Mile 8 starts to head over a bridge and then down to a river. Probably the most picturesque part of the run. Also, was probably my lowest point mentally. 8-12 was hilliest portion of the course and it really took it's toll on my legs and my psyche. My pace was slipping and 3:07 (changed my goal after the half and seeing the new Boston standards) seemed to be impossible. Hell, 3:10 seemed to go bye bye too. I don't know why but the letters DNF started to come to mind. I was struggling. I was positive that this portion of the course would ruin me for the last 10K.
Mile 13 had a nice gradual downhill and a good amount of spectators cheering us on. This was exactly what I needed. People kept yelling my name and telling me that I was looking strong. I ran a nice split and hit the halfway timing mat at 1:34:18. Slammed down another gel here. I started to feel better but I was still thinking the goal of a BQ was probably out of reach. I mean, 2 minutes slower on the second half and it was over. 2 minutes is nothing. Now I was just going to focus of running patiently and within myself. I just needed to prepare myself for 15-18 which were all uphill. I told myself I if I could survive that portion intact, the last 10K had a nice gradual decline.
Mile 15-16ish was one of the more difficult portions on the course. We came to a long bridge that left us completely exposed to wind and it had a nice steady incline. I wasn't feeling great but I was surviving. At 16.5 I saw my wife and it was awesome to get that boost when I really needed it. I keep grinding up hill and eventually I catch this older guy wearing a shirt that says "coach" on it. We're almost to the end of 18 and I tell him, "coach, I need a pep talk". He asks me if I've been hydrating...yes...have you been taking your nutrition...yes...he then says, we've basically only have one more hill left and that it's time to go. Who am I to argue with the coach? I slam down another gel, this one with 2x caffeine and we head down a nice decline. I run one of my fastest splits of day. I'm starting to believe that I'm going to make it. Mile 19 we have one more decent hill and then it's literally all down most of the way from here.
The last 10K is just tried to focus. Stay in the moment. A couple times I started to think about after the race and next weekend, etc. Snap out of it and take care of business here. At this point in the course it converges with the half marathon through this nice neighborhood. Lots of people out cheering. It was great. I was passing people running both the full and the half. I felt strong. Mile 23 I started to feel my hammys tightening up though. My stride felt like it was shortening but I just tried to hold it together. By the end of the mile it worked itself out and I was still rolling pretty good. 24-26 I was just cruising by runner after runner. How can you slow down when you get that feeling?
The final .2 is almost -100. It's crazy. You just pray that something doesn't lock up and you fall flat on your face. I cover the last .33 on my watch at 6:00 pace. Hit the finish at 3:08:43. Only a 5 second positive split! Who would have believed that before the race??? I'm emotionally and physically exhausted by the end. I hug my wife and it starts to sink in. I got my BQ. (of course it's bittersweet knowing that I don't actually get in the race with time but oh well) Wow..what a ride. There's nothing like running a marathon all out. It takes everything you think you have and a little extra.
Anyways, tl;dr I finished officially in 3:08:44 148/4509 & 18/302
Here's the strava data if you're interested in all the splits:
https://www.strava.com/activities/432551636
ETA: Oh yeah, BTW this was a 27 minute PR.