Want to make God laugh?
Tell him your plans.
I didn't make my planned goal of 3:00 in St. Louis. Before I even started, I knew that goal was not going to happen. The temperatures hit 85 by 10:00AM and the winds were out of the South at 25-30 mph.
Add on top of that the fact that the St. Louis course is constantly rolling--much more than I anticipated--and I was happy to finish in 3:18, for 68th of 1900 finishers. Just under 3,000 runners were scheduled to start, but the weather forced the race director to close the course early (I wasn't even aware of this until we were checking in to our return flight and the TSA agent mentioned it). There were strong winds--25-30 mph the entire time--but they weren't cooling winds. The wind was as warm as the heat! This is my third HOT marathon (Grandma's and Fox Cities are the others), and it's always a battler, to say the least. This course is definitely not a PR course, either. None of the hills are as steep as the hills I run on normally, but they're constantly rolling, and they wear you down after a while.
My first mile was right around 6:50, what I needed to run under 3 hours, but I quickly realized I needed to slow down. I brought my pace into a more comfortable area and kept it there, deciding to make this a good training run for Ice Age. That decent rhythm lasted until...
I had a horrible patch from about miles 13-17. Ellie was waiting for me at miles 14 and 20, and as I worked my way through the halfway point, I had made up my mind to stop and drop when I got to Ellie. When I told her of these plans, she looked at me with a look I see often--"you're an idiot"--and told me I wasn't quitting.
Mile 14, approaching Ellie.
Fine, I thought. I'll just hike it to mile 20 and drop when I see her then. Miles 15-17 were terrible (splits of 9:06, 8:14, and 8:19), but I kept taking in salt, sugar, and water, and at about mile 17.5 a 3:20 pace group caught up to me. I hitched on to them, and Tony (pace leader) carried me out of that bad spot. I ended up staying with Tony for the last 9 miles, and finishing relatively strong. Despite some dry-heaving at about mile 26.5, I still was able to finish with a kick.
I keep thinking back to that bad spot, and how I was lifted out of it. I was worn down, ready to give up, feeling like I did at Grandma's, and a couple prayers and the thought of Edwin had me kind of tearing up. At that point, I figured, okay, I'll hold on to this pace group as long as possible, and it must have been the Gu kicking back in, along with the salt, and I was ready to run! I had to actively remind myself to stay calm, to relax my running form, and to stay steady. My mind wanted to sprint off from the group at a sub 7 minute pace, but by actively taking control and staying relaxed, I was able to hold a nice pace the rest of the run instead of crashing and burning at some point in the future of the run.
Mile 20, with the pace group. Yes, the pace is wearing a skirt.
It's difficult to explain exactly what I was feeling at that point but I won't forget what it was like. I thought I was DONE and broken, and I actually turned it around. "It doesn't always get worse." I hope to be able to push myself to that point once again and learn something from it in the future. I just hope it's not 80 effing degrees out.
At the finish, "feeling it", post dry heave, pre medal.
My legs are sore, and I've got some killer blisters on my feet from all the water I was dumping on myself, but overall, it was a great weekend, and a great run...during which I learned quite a bit more about myself.
There was a great finish among the leaders, as well.
Here's a video regarding the heat.
6 43:24 (7:14 pace)
Half 1:36:28 (7:22)
20 3 2:34:34 (7:37)
26.2 3:18:36 (7:35)
Still chasing that Sub 3.