I promised you guys a race report, so here goes.
I’m not going to spend a lot of time on the pre-story, but suffice it to say that I wasn’t feeling super confident coming into this race. With a newborn at home, my training had been inconsistent at best—I had a couple bigger weeks, and I did manage to do one 20-miler and a couple 18s, but I didn’t really do much quality, and my overall mileage wasn’t anywhere near where I’d normally like it to be. On top of that, I was probably 10 pounds over my ideal racing weight, and at 1-2 seconds/mile/pound, you're talking 4-8 extra minutes. Bottom line, my expectations weren’t super high. Absolute best-case scenario, I’d run 3:10 pace (7:15/mile) through the first 20 and then hopefully drop the hammer and finish somewhere in the 3:06-3:07 range.
I got into St. Louis on Saturday morning, where my gracious host
@gianmarcopicked me up at the airport. The flight was pretty turbulent, so I wasn’t feeling the best. We headed straight downtown to grab my race packet (navigating the various street closures for the Saturday races) and then to his place for a quick 3-mile shakeout run before going back downtown to catch the Brewers/Cardinals game (9-5 win for the good guys). I distinctly remember just feeling “off.” My stomach never really settled down from the flight, and I was nervous about the race—I was unprepared, and I was afraid that I’d be running 26.2 miles all by myself due to the wave start. On top of that, this was my first time away from home since having the baby. After the game, we went to dinner, and I could only eat half my food…and then I went to the bathroom and threw it all up. Thankfully I’d done a good job of topping off the fuel stores on Friday. When we got back to the house I sampled a couple of Mrs. Gian’s delicious desserts, got my stuff organized for the morning, and headed to bed.
Race morning was thankfully uneventful. Up at 5:00, got dressed, put Vaseline on my toes, took care of my bathroom business, and ate a blueberry bagel with some cream cheese. We were out the door by 6am, and I was at the start line by 6:30. We started at the Chain of Rocks bridge roughly 15 miles north of downtown, and they had it set up like a school drop-off where you pulled in, dropped off your runner(s), and pulled out. Every 10 minutes they released a new wave in staggered groups of 10-15 runners. I used the porta-potty and watched as the 6:30, 6:40, and 6:50 groups went off. I turned on my music and did a couple of easy strides, and I actually started to feel a little better. Temperature was OK in the upper 40s, but there was nasty west wind gusting well over 20mph. I got into the chute with the 3rd or 4th group of runners in the 7:00 wave, and soon we were off over the bridge into Illinois.
Miles 1-3
This course was kinda unique, starting with an 11(ish)-mile out-and-back section to the northeast and then point-to-point south to downtown St. Louis. We immediately went up and over one bridge and crossed another shortly thereafter. Garmin says the race had 409 feet of elevation gain, and these two bridges (which we’d ultimately cross twice) made up a lot of it. That said, it was early, and I had the substantial wind at my back, so I clipped off these first 3 miles at 7:04/7:03/7:02. There were probably 250 runners who’d started ahead of me, and I was picking people off left and right. I was feeling pretty good.
Miles 4-8
At this point, we navigated a couple of hairpin turns and then headed northeast for a little 5-mile out-and-back section on a crushed limestone trail along the Mississippi River levee. This part sucked. The trail was wet and mushy, and I was wearing shoes (Saucony Endorphin Pro) that really weren’t suited for the terrain. On top of that, it was wide open, so there was nothing to block the wind, and at times it took a conscious effort to keep it from pushing you sideways. I held pace reasonably well (7:08/7:15/7:08/7:12/7:16) on this section, and I collected dozens of “kills,” but it required more effort than I would’ve liked this early. Gian was posted up at the beginning/end of this section, and as I turned right to head back west over the bridges towards the start, I remember saying to him, “Shoot me after this part.”
Miles 9-11
Same two bridges, and straight into the wind. The first bridge wasn’t too bad, as the incline actually helped block the wind a bit, and for some reason it wasn’t too bad on the stretch between the bridges either. Miles 9-10 were 7:12/7:04. But the second (last) bridge sucked. I remember looking at my watch at one point and having to really compel myself to pick up the pace. I managed to finish the mile in 7:23, and shortly thereafter we came off the bridge and turned south onto the paved St. Louis Riverfront Trail. We’d run on this for roughly the next 14 miles.
Miles 12-15
Almost immediately, the trail crossed the road and went up and back down a fairly significant hill before crossing back over to the original side of the road less than a mile later. If the RD had cared at all about making it a fast(er) course, they could’ve just had us run on the shoulder of the road for that little bit. The hill itself wasn’t that bad—it was just annoying. The Gians were there cheering at both ends of the hill. It was really nice being able to look forward to seeing them throughout the race. This stretch was heading southwest, so it was still a bit of a headwind, and I felt it. That said, while one guy did pass me during this section (the first of only two times I was passed all day), I was still picking off runners left and right. This is actually the stretch where Gian posted the video of me passing the guy. Nothing else too memorable from this part. Splits 7:15/7:08/7:17/7:15.
Mile 16-24
The course took a hard turn towards the southeast at this point, and you could really notice the difference with the wind now being much less of an issue and even providing a bit of tailwind at times. As we got further south, there was even a concrete barrier adjacent to the trail that made the wind even less of a factor. Unfortunately, my left hamstring was starting to tighten up a bit, and at one point I asked Gian if he could get me some BioFreeze spray. I was a little worried that it might totally seize up on me, but thankfully it never did. Overall, I was feeling OK, and HR was holding pretty steady in the 160s (comfortably uncomfortable), but I gave up on my original plan of trying to negative split and instead just focused on holding pace through the end. Somewhere around mile 20ish I got passed for the second and final time. The course at this point was super flat with only a couple of minor inclines. Somewhere around Mile 22 we came off the trail and onto city streets. We did a completely arbitrary and unnecessary right turn up a hill, then turned left, then turned left again back down the hill before turning right and continuing on our original course. I can only assume this is because they needed to add mileage, and if that’s the case, there are certainly easier/better ways for them to have done it. We continued down along the riverfront for about a mile past the Arch and then did a 180-degree turn and came back past it again. I know there’s one last hill heading back up from the riverfront, and I’m not looking forward to it. Splits 7:05/7:06/7:06/7:03/7:10/7:15/7:20/7:17/7:18/7:20
Mile 25-Finish
I’d been dreading this hill all weekend, and it didn’t disappoint. About a quarter-mile long and a pretty decent pitch. I made it about a block and a half before my watch chimed to show 7:37 for Mile 25. Ugh, I'm fading. I was running so slowly at one point (or at least it felt like I was running so slowly) that I actually stopped and walked for a few seconds. When I got to the top, my “current mile” pace was showing 8:30-something. No way. Heart rate was hovering around 170 as I started to empty the tank, dropping the pace for Mile 26 to 7:25 by the time I hit the marker. I came around the final turn and looked at my watch, and I knew I could still finish under 3:10. More importantly, I knew I’d be PISSED if I finished in 3:10:02 or something stupid like that. I pushed 6:30 pace into the finish, clocking an official finishing time of 3:09:54. I already have a 2:58:29 BQ in my back pocket for this year, but it was still satisfying to sneak in under the 3:10 qualifying mark for my age. We walked back to the car and headed back to the house, and we capped off a great weekend by having a few beers and watching the Brewers beat the Cardinals AGAIN.
Closing thoughts
As I sit here writing this, I’m happy with my performance given the circumstances, but I’m disappointed in myself for getting out of shape and having to work my way back like this. I actually ran yesterday (Thursday) with a friend of mine in Texas, and my left hamstring and right knee and still both pretty sore. That said, I feel like I’ve got the fire in my belly again (next to all the extra fat), and I’m looking forward to getting back with my coach and working my ### off this summer/fall to get back into PR shape for Monumental. I’ll need to run almost 12 minutes faster than I did on Sunday, but I think I can do it. Actually, I know I can. Thanks to Gian for the support this weekend, and thanks to all of you guys for following along.