Late is better than never…right? Truthfully, I was very disappointed with my race and I have really dreaded doing this race report. I tried to get all goals out of my head due to the injury issues I had before the race, but when face with the awful truth…I was upset. I’ve gone over the race in my mind several times and I just don’t think I did myself any favors. I will list them right off the bat just so I can get them over with and move on to the actual race report.
1. Taking my video camera. I was playing cheer leader and using a lot of energy to get people pumped up for the camera. I was running a lot of extra distance by crossing the road, dodging other runners and putting strain on my legs to get in “good” position to film bands or cheerleaders. I wasn’t watching the road and actually tripped and fell once. I was running in an ackward position by carrying the camera. All that just to get some marginal footage at best. It was choppy and really hard to follow. That will be my last time filming a race.
2. Wearing my fuel belt. I ended up losing most of my water bottles and there was more than enough liquid along the race course. It was nice to have my phone, but there are easier ways to carry a phone. It was sliding around on me and just generally getting in the way. It also makes for bad pictures. Just uncomfortable and added unneccesary weight and bulk.
3. Eating too late and too much. By the time my wife and I got to eat, it was already about 6:30 at night and we went to Olive Garden. Despite my better judgement, I ate quite a bit and that haunted me in the race as I had to make a pit stop on I-90. I then walked around the mall a couple of times before going to the motel to try to get some sleep (which proved difficult next to the elevator).
So there are the mistakes. Live and learn. Not that any of them are surprising, but I didn’t think it would take such a high toll.
I didn’t really have a good feeling about the race from the start. I couldn’t go to the bathroom, which meant I probably would have to on the course at some point considering the meal I ate the night before. Also, it was pretty warm from the start. I was in my running outfit…shirt and shorts and I was not cold at all, which is a bad sign at 6 in the morning. Then as I lined up I noticed my heart rate was already at 85 beats per minute. My normal resting rate in about 50 BPM so I knew I was in trouble just due to adrenaline. Then as the countdown began…it went up to 110 BPM.
I was in the 9th corral so I started about 10 minutes after the official start of the race. I started out pretty well. I did have to pee again almost immediately so that sucked. I kept a pretty conservative pace and did not go too fast. I felt pretty good so I skipped a few of my walk breaks because I thought I might be able to make a run at 4 hours. I mamanaged to keep on pace for a four hour marathong for about nine miles and then the Olive Garden struck with vengeance and on the I-90 bridge no less. I had to make a pit stop for about 7 minutes.
I then got back on the road and was encouraged when I passed a 4:15 pace group, but they probably started in a later corral. I was still feeling pretty good at this point. My heart rate was a little high and that was discouraging. I then noticed that my half split time was about 2:11, which was very discouraging and, the way I was feeling, a realization that I was not going to make 4 hours. There was no way I could make up that 11 minutes considering the flat part of the race was over and the hills were looming.
I think I was beat up pretty badly in the I-90 tunnel, which has a pretty steep bank in it and the uneven running took a toll on my legs. I wished I was like some people who ran on the sidewalk to avoid the bank, but I thought the concrete of the sidewalk was an equalizer. I then entered downtown Seattle, which I was looking forward to for some time. There were large crowds and a lot of cheering.
At about the 14th mile, I was filming a band and not paying attention to the road. I thought it was a smooth road, but then I forgot it was a city road. I hit a lip in the road and totally hit the deck. Fortunately, I have a lot of experience in falling on my butt so I rolled into the fall like an expert. I scraped up my elbows a little and my gps gauged my wrist a bit, but the was no other damage. That really marked the end of the “fun” part of the race.
About a half a mile later I notice my right calf seemed tight…like it was about to start cramping. I don’t know why I always cramp during runs and I really don’t know why I did in this race. I drank plenty of water. Stretched well. It was hot, I fell, the video camera there were all kinds of possabilities and I still don’t know why and it bothers me. Probably a combination, but there I was cramping at just over halfway in and the huge hills loomed in front of me.
At mile 16 or 17 a mile long hill kicked my butt. Followed by a calf-wrenching down hill stretch and then another gut wrenching up-hill and then a long stretch where you can see 3 miles in front of you and it looks like forever and you can still see people running. I was downtown Seattle and the turn around was the West Seattle Bridge and it looked so far away that I just could not picture myself running that far. You don’t realize how far 3 miles is until you can see the entire 3 miles stretched in front of you.
I had to keep stopping to stretch and every time I stopped my toe would curl up under my foot and I would have to stretch it out. Then at mile 24 my toe curled under my foot and I could not get it straightened out. I was standing there trying to get it stretched out, but my foot and brain were not on the same wave length. I could not think clearly enough to take my shoe off and straighten it out with my hand so I waved down a medic who was passing by on a bike. He was great. He told me to take my shoe off and then he had me do some stretching and it was like he unlocked another 5 miles from my calf. I took off and was able to run at about 9:10 pace and felt wonderful. That lasted about .75 miles.
At mile 25, right before the last hill, I noticed a guy bent over the on ramp and he was not doing well. Someone had stopped and was asking him if he knew where he was…he didn’t and then he started dry heaving. I was filming so I caught a little of the “lows” of a marathon on video. Then you can hear a woman telling her running partner that she will start running at the 50k mark, which is well beyond a marathon (about 31 miles). I thought that was funny and told them I would start running in July (we were all walking). Then I had a moment where I could not remember if it was June or July. It took me a minute to work it out and finally had to remember the start date of the race and then figured it was probably still June, though I seriously thought it could have been a day later.
The end of this marathon is pretty great. You get to run down the off-ramp of the via-duct to 1st avenue and then right past Quest Field to the finish. It’s very narrow and filled with screaming encouragement. I crossed the finish line and the timere read 4:40 something so I figured I finished around 4:30. My GPS was not accurate because we ran through several tunnels and I had not turned off the auto-pause feature so it was not a reliable source so I had to wait for the official results to post. It was 4:36:59 a pr but only my second marathon.
As I analyzed it, I thought I made a lot of silly errors and was not as careful as I should have been. In truth, I had fun for the first half and then it was just pure determination to get through to the end. I’m glad I ran the race and I learned a lot from it, but I want to do another just to see if I can improve and get, at least, to the 4:15 mark. I think if all goes well I could post a sub-four hour time. Maybe not. I think I have to lose at least 20 more pounds for that to be a reality. But I ran a ten miler at 8:19 pace at one time earlier this year so I have to think it can be done.
The race itself was well-organized. It was a little hard for spectators to watch and there were long stretched towards the end of the race where there were no spectators at all as it was on highway 99 and closed off to traffic. I have to say the oranges at the end of the race were heaven sent and I could have ate about 20 of them.
I have a lot of thanks to pass out. The biggest go to my mother-in-law, Joyce, who watched the kids on most of my runs. I could not have done it without her. My wife for putting up with all the running. It takes a lot of time and effort and that takes away from “family” time so my two boys for sure deserve some thanks. I also have to thank a co-worker who turned in some of her vacation so I could take the time off to run this race, so thanks Stephanie.
Also the people who ran with me…the podcasters: 2 Guys, 1 Brain, Running in the Center of the Universe (Dave you’re awesome and a total inspiration…congrats on the Strolling Jim BTW), Running with the Pack and, of course, Running Stupid for all the humor and reminders that there is nothing wrong with running at the back of the pack. I don’t know how you all do a podcast on top of your busy lives and schedules but I’m grateful for them and will keep tuning in…thank you!