Yesterday I ran in the Dallas White Rock Marathon. This was my second year doing this race, and my fifth marathon overall. I had a great experience last year, as I ran my first 'successful' marathon (completing it without injury), and was very impressed with the overall race.
As with last year, this is not the race that I trained my peak performance for, but more like a forced training run. Going into the race, I hadn't even had a run over 14 miles since the Austin Marathon back in February. It was not necessarily the smartest thing to run a Marathon with this level of training, but I felt like I was in pretty good shape from the level of running I have been doing (~13 mile long runs the previous 4 weeks) along with my tennis cross training, and I could use the motivation of a Marathon to get a good 20+ mile training run in.
I was in a similar situation last year when I ran a 3:32.56. I was ecstatic with that result, and it jump-started me towards my goal of running a Boston Qualifying time. This year, I decided to start pacing with the 3:30 group and go from there.
The start was very crowded, so I made a point not to spend extra energy to stay exactly with the group, as I knew I could catch up with them after a few miles. The pacer was holding balloons and I had them in my sights up to mile 3 or 4 when I caught up with them again. I felt very relaxed and good, so when I caught up with them, I decided to pass them instead of getting mixed up in the big group. I prefer to run with 1 or 2 other runners as opposed to a large group.
I was running very smooth for the first 10 miles. I started running 7:45 miles to put some distance between me and the 3:30 group (8:01 pace), and I started thinking I might have a shot at 3:25. Up to the Half Marathon point I felt great.
After the half point things got a bit tougher. Running 7:45s was not as effortless now, but I was still feeling good. I started pacing other runners to keep up the pace and it was definitely taking more effort. By miles 15, 16, and 17, I was clicking off 8:05 miles and getting slower. Mile 21 has the uphill section of the course, and I clocked that mile in a 8:15.
At the end of the hills on mile 22, the 3:30 group had caught up to me. During the subsequent downhill miles on 22 and 23, I was able to pull away again. I tried to put on more pace during the downhill and flat sections, but I got to the point where I couldn't anymore, as my legs were hitting the limit. I felt a few little twinges down my left thigh, and I knew if I pushed it too much I would cramp up.
Mile 23 to the finish was a battle with myself to keep running. My legs really felt like they could go at any moment, and all I could think about was getting to the next mile marker- which seemed to take forever. I had thoughts of stopping and stretching and/or walking, but I started thinking about my friend Gary's badgering during training runs: "Just keep moving! Even if you have to slow down keep moving!".
The 3:30 pace group caught me through the streets of downtown Dallas, and I felt helpless as they ran past me before 25 mile marker. I tried saying with the back of the group, but at this point I was worried about finishing intact and I just couldn't keep up.
Mile 26 was
really hard. The 3:30 group was in front of me by quite a bit, and I was struggling to keep running. I was thinking "I've come this far, and now I'm going to cramp in mile 26??!". I seriously thought that I may end up running 26 miles only to walk to the last .2, but I did not want that to happen.
Knowing that I should see the finish line soon, I kept pushing. When I finally could see it, I did some quick math in my head and realized, "If I can just push these last 400 meters, I'll break 3:30!". I did the best I could to finish strong and clocked in a 3:29.50.
I am very happy with my results. I beat last year's time by 3 minutes, and I hope it puts me on track to get ready to go for a Boston Qualifying run in the Spring.
At the same time, the race was humbling. The last 2 miles were a huge struggle- maybe more so than in any race I've run before. It reinforced my respect for the distance, and made my results particularly satisfying.
Labels: Marathon, WhiteRock