A very late race report
Friday, December 10, 2010
It is almost a week after the marathon and I am just now in the mental state to write. I am in the process of questioning my training, nutrition, race day strategy to find where it went wrong. On paper I should be able to run the a flipping 2:44. I just don’t have the strength to do it. I am questioning my coaches methods but I think he is being harder on himself. Ever since I hooked up with him I haven’t improved my marathon time. Something isn’t right here.
This marathon was unique because it had a 2:45 pacer. I have never seen a marathon with a pacer under 3 hours so that was cool. I decided to stick with them and if I felt good towards the end I could pick it up for that 2:44. We had a pack of runners of about 20 but people slowly started to fall off. I was on pace and feeling good for 13 miles. My half time was just seconds off my half PR. I started feeling it and stayed with the pack for one more mile. I started slowing after that but was still on pace till about 17 or 18. If I could have dug deep and picked it back up I might have made it. The problem was there was nothing to hold on to when I dug. My quads were existed. The rolling hills up to mile 15 then the down hills after that tore me up and spit me out. My lungs were ok until about mile 20-21 and then I started to get a sharp pain in the left side of my chest. I really wanted to just stop running at that point. I saw Alan (my hubby) at the mile 26 marker and looked at him and said my quads are killing me. He looked at me with a smile and cheered me on, never giving up. Knowing I wasn’t going to make the time and still smiling. I couldn’t resist. Even though I felt like crap I smiled back.
After I crossed the finish I saw my whole crew waiting (mom, dad, husband, mother-in law, and aunt) standing there. They all looked at me with a worried face. I think they were trying to figure out how I was feeling. I looked back and began to smile and wave my hands. They all looked relieved that I wasn't too upset and congratulated me. I found my bag and we went to feast.
Although I didn’t do as well as I would have hoped for I did have fun. I did better then at Grandma’s. I mentally crumbled at Grandmas and I didn’t here. For 14 miles I could finally picture myself making that time. I really don’t know if I believed it before. At that Grandmas I felt like crap at mile 2 so I guess 13 is an improvement. I ate a crap load of food. We found the Pyramid Brewery restaurant and I drank their lovely apricot beer. We had a great time as a family.
So after thinking about this race over and over I still don’t have answers. BUT I think I have my next marathon picked out, Green Bay. I don’t think Alan wants to go there (he is a HUGE Bears fan) but it is only 5 hours (which is close compared to CA) and it has some good competition that I would be able to run with. The plan is to relax a bit in December and pick it back up starting the 1st. I told Alan I think I will even take a couple of nights here to have a beer or four. My mind/body needs a break.
I want to thank everyone for their support and for believing in me. I am not throwing in the towel. Even if I don't make the 2012 trial I am still young enough to make the 2016.