OK, so the goal for this marathon was to run it in 4 hours 5 minutes or less, so that I could qualify to run in the Boston Marathon. At about mile 22 I was wondering if I really wanted to run another marathon.
I chose the Phoenix race because it had best chance for good weather, and it's a very flat course. The weather was fine. COLD but not wet. The tv stations kept warning about the SEVERE FREEZE ALERT.... wrap your pipes and plants. It was under 30 F at the start, and I passed two time & temp signs that said 32. I think by the end it might have been 40. I started with 3 shirts and finished in my tank top. Wore my gloves the whole way. The better to high five spectator kids along the way and not get their germs. Really, it was fine, but a few extra degrees would have been nice. Oh, well, at least the weather can't do anything to the topography of the course. Still flat.
One problem occurred at about mile 7 or so. My knee started up with the same ache I experienced in the half ironman last summer. Something I never had before and never again, til race day. It was annoying, not as bad as then. And of course a toe nail came loose about mile 19. That was pleasant.
I was running under a 9:00 minute/mile pace for the 1st 9 miles. Then my pace slowed a bit, anywhere from 9:00-9:48. At about mile 16 or so, the 4 hour Pace Group caught up to me. These are folks I should have been with all along but who knew where they were ?? anyway, hung out with this group for a while. Now I know why the Kenyans run in packs, it does make life easier, physically and mentally. The leader (who promises if you stick with her you WILL get a 4 hour finish time) was mentioning that they had a two and a half minute cushion at mile 20 so everyone could 'relax'. She walked thru the water stations. I was slowing down, not on purpose, and when I saw Gina at 21, she told me to keep the group in sight. So I did, and would catch up at each water station. I kept up this yo-yo effect until mile 25 water station when they slowed again. I mean, please, the end is in sight. So I 'sprinted' and ditched them for a
3:59:20 finish time !!
Bet you were wondering when I would get around to spilling that most important fact. That averages out to a 9:08 pace. Those higher ones were when I did stop to walk thru aid stations, and one time I stopped to actually stretch to see if it would help the knee issue. It didn't. Just a time loser.
Gatorade Gina ( G G ) did a fabulous job of meeting me at the 5,10,15 and 21 mile marks with drinks and good cheer. At the second spot she mentioned she might not be at the next ones due to more road closures than we anticipated. I said "no worries"... After the race she tells me this story... "So, when the cop pulled me over he said he could give me 2 tickets... one for driving on the sidewalk and one for driving around a barricade." But he didn't. And she bit her lip to keep from telling him her opinion about why that road didn't need to be blocked off. He told her to turn around and go back. He left. She waited. Then drove thru the next barricade. Ann MUST have her gatorade.
So, as the title of this posting suggests... the real accomplishment of note is the fact that I did not stop for ANY porta potty breaks. Of course, I
pee-ed about 18 times in the half hour before the race but... bathroom breaks are also why I run a bit faster in the first several miles, to bank some time for nature's call. I'm calling it
My Marathon Miracle.And for my pet peeve of the race, people who wear their iPod... and insist on chatting with their running partner... at full volume.. Dude, the rest of us don't have earplugs in, so quit YELLING your strategy for a 3:50 finish. I guess I should be happy he wasn't singing along with his iTune. I must have been getting a bit cranky.
Post race activities included reclaiming my gear bag, along with the other 39,000 runners. Then trying to find the agility to change into warm clothes. The stiffness set in immediately. But it went away with a few recovery drinks. One was even a sports drink. The other 3 were adult beverages while watching the end of the Seahawk game at the closest sports bar. Back at the hotel I jumped into an almost ice bath. Well, that was after some food and more drink in the lobby bar with our new friends, the Pistachio nut salesman and his lovely wife, Bunny.
Massage, steam and jacuzzi and I'm ready to go again !
Well, once these 3 toes are no longer open wounds.