There was only one reason I ran this race: time. Four out of my last five marathons had been greater disasters than the Edsel. So this year I skipped the Tim Ferriss “don’t bother with the long runs; just do speedwork instead” antics and actually did runs over seven miles. Never mind that three out of my four long runs over 18 miles were also complete disasters; my final one—just last week—actually gave me hope for running a sub-3:30 marathon for the first time since May 2011.
There was another reason for Fred Rogers-like optimism: this was a net downhill course. And I have been in decent shape this year. Which could explain why in this race—dubbed the Fall Classic Marathon which went from Estes Park to Loveland, Colorado—I was able to tick off most of the first nine miles in the low seven-minutes-per-mile, and push the pace to sub-seven-minutes from Miles 9-14. After Mile 9 I passed and stayed ahead of the four lead women who were engaged in a really impressive battle (they all ultimately finished in consecutive places within two minutes of each other) until Mile 19, when blisters and fatigue were starting to set in and they caught me. I even felt halfway decent from Miles 21-24, where there were some significant uphills.
But with 1.6 miles remaining, I did have an epic collapse again. This time, literally.
What happened is that my lower left leg completely seized. Then my left quad clamped up like a vise and I went down on the ground. Then my lower back experienced a cramp. I lay face up on the ground for 10-15 seconds waiting for the body parts to unlock, all while softly repeating a four-letter word under my breath. Two bystanders ran over to offer me a hand to get back up, but I refused the help despite appreciating the gesture.
I now knew first hand how Julie Moss‘ legs could no longer support her as she took a spill in the 1982 Hawaii Ironman so close to the finish line (in her case, less than 50 feet from what would have been victory). Sometimes the body can just no longer go regardless of whatever mental commands given to it.
In my case I think it was dehydration. I drank Heed or water (mostly Heed) every aid station but it wasn’t enough. It certainly wasn’t due to a lack of electrolytes! (I ate two sodium- and potassium-containing Clif Shot Bloks—which I carried in my hat pocket—every three miles like clockwork.) It didn’t help that during the last 10 kilometers—during the warmest part of my race—a water stop that was supposed to be at Mile 21.9 was missing, I think.
Anyhow, I eventually got up and managed to run the rest of the way at nine-something-per-mile pace, being on the verge of seizing up during that entire time. (In fact, with 0.2 miles to go, my right trapezius did.) All I could do was limit my losses, to not cramp up and collapse again.
Ultimately, my performance met my upper expectations. I missed out on my dream goal of 3:15:00 by only a few minutes, which would have qualified me for Boston again in 2016 (the race result is good for the next two Bostons). But the end result of 3:18:48 was still a lot better than my real goal of getting back to under 3:30 again.
It feels really good to get that monkey off my back.
Here’s a photo of me, Bob—who finished in a smoking 2:55—and Dan, who crossed the finish line 10 seconds behind me and placed second in his age group in his first marathon back after a broken foot bone injury. Dan and I had done several races together years ago, so it was great to get to do another one with him after all this time.
- I discarded a free pair of gloves I got from the 2012 Montana Marathon into a trash bin at Mile 13 as the day warmed up. It felt great, like I was tossing away all the marathon disappointments I’ve had in the two years since that race.
- Several miles later I noticed there was sweat on my face, so at Mile 20 I took off my arm warmers. The day heated up quickly, from 38 degrees Fahrenheit at the start to high 60s or low 70s by the time I finished running, and to 80 degrees by the afternoon.
- I got hot spots on my feet by Mile 14 and by the end had large blisters between the balls of my feet and the second toes. I was able to ignore them and they weren’t the primary limiting factor at the end.
- While the race had 2500 feet of net downhill, there was also 745 feet of uphill. Hence, Bob (who finished in 2:55) thought the course was “tough,” and Dan said he thought the Colorado Marathon course was faster despite having less downhill.
- The last quarter mile of the race I thought of Jane and her “quada quadas.” May her soul be in a beautiful place.