Call me dramatic, but the OC Marathon on Sunday May 6th blew my mind. In a good way.
I ran faster than I thought my body was capable of running. I proved to myself that if you set your mind and heart on something (and put in some training of course), big things can came your way.
So let me set the scene:
'Twas the Night Before the Race...
The dearest Margot from
The Faster Bunny was my host on Saturday night, and I couldn't imagine a better arrangement. It was such a treat getting to meet her in person, she's just as smart, genuine, and down to earth as you would have guessed. She helped distract me from any pre-race jitters, which was crucial.
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Appetizer for the evening was a potassium-rich frozen banana with rainbow sprinkles! DELICIOUS. |
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Pre-race dinner of pasta and such from Newport Brewing Company |
After some race strategizing and last minute details, I had a cozy night, nestled in a fluffy down blanket.
I hopped out of bed at 4:15am for the 5:30am start.
The Weather
The temp ranged from 58 to the mid 60's.
This was WAY warmer than MY ideal racing temperature (40's), but there was nothing I could do about it, so I just went with it. Fortunately, the sky was overcast for the majority of the race.
The pacer near me said there was a bit of a headwind, but I didn't notice anything too significant. However, I was running slightly behind a couple of really tall, older guys for probably half the course, so that may have shielded some of it?
The Course
For the most part, the
course was GORGEOUS.
The course meandered through some gorgeous upscale neighborhoods and had some breathtaking views of the ocean. Multiple beautiful, expansive cliff views.
That being said, there were some
somewhat non-flashy, desolate miles in the last part of the course where we funneled down near a concrete water thing. But now that I think about it, I'm not sure if the course actually became all that desolate, or if it just felt that way because of the mental battle going on in my head? I'll have to think about this some more and get back to you.
In my opinion, the course was hilly-- a few big ones, plus a number of roly-poly hills. BUT, hilly is a relative term, so don't take my word for it. I'm sure a Cali native would disagree with me.
My Nutrition
I ate a total of 5 gels. One around miles
6,
10 (w/25mg caffeine),
15,
20 (w/25mg caffeine), and
23 (w/100mg caffeine).
I drank water or gatorade at EVERY water stop.
The Race
Where on earth to begin?
My strategy going into the race was to
stick to around 8 minute miles (which would equal a 3:30), see how my legs liked it
and then pick up the pace later in the course if it felt right. I started out conservatively and felt just fine.
I was mostly running by feel (since an 8 minute mile is sort of like my auto-pilot speed in my life), but I checked my Garmin every so often to make sure I wasn't getting carried away with myself.
So of corse, tons of people were passing me on the downhill in the beginning, but that didn't matter to me because I didn't want to burn out my quads.
And I ended up passing many of those people later on anyway.
Everyone has their own unique race strategy that works for them, so I just focused on myself and let the people around me do their thing.
I'm not going to bore you with a mile by mile recap (because honestly, it is all a HUGE BLUR in my head when I think back on it) so I'll just give you a general gist of what was going on.
First half of the Marathon
I ran the first half of the marathon in 1:44:49, which is exactly a pace of 8:00.
I felt in control and relatively comfortable, taking in all the crazy beautiful California scenery and trying not to freak out about the fact that I was actually running a marathon.
The 3:30 pacers were hovering somewhere in the vicinity, at times right next to me, but I wasn't focused on them.
There were some downhills, tunnels, headwind, and some moments of doubt sprinkled in there.
I did spend some mental effort getting used to the heat and telling myself that it didn't matter, even though I was drenched in sweat.
Second half of the Marathon:
I was still feeling good, just working on relaxing mentally and keeping the pace around an 8:00.
I did start to work a little harder from mile 17 onward, you can see my HR started creeping up a little bit.
Everyone has different HR zones that they're used to, and for me anything above 170 usually means that I'm cooking.
And yes, it felt like I was working hard, especially after mile 23 or so. And I could really feel the heat.
I do remember feeling SO relieved to see the 20 miler marker.
That's when I made the decision that I was going to break 3:30, it was not up for negotiation in my mind. How many times in my life had I run 6 miles? I convinced myself that I was just taking my legs out for one of my typical 6 mile jaunts and I pushed on.
I was too dumb at that point to do the calculations in my head, I just knew that when I looked behind me, the 3:30 pacer group was nowhere to be seen and I felt like
I had a pretty good amount of gas left in the tank.
I did feel
a little alone at times during the last few miles, most of my earlier running fake-buddies had dropped away (you know, you spend a lot of time hovering near certain people, even if you don't talk with them, but it somehow still gives you some sort of mental support.)
I was so tired and confused that when I saw the mile 25 marker, I asked the lady next to me how much longer we had to go. In my foggy marathon brain, I couldn't figure out if we had 2.2 miles or 1.2 miles left, I couldn't remember that the mile markers showed you the end of a mile, NOT the beginning.
Clearly, I was exhausted at that point.
But I still had some energy, apparently!
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| (and PS we went through a few tunnels, so a few of the numbers are wonky) |
So as soon as I realized that I only had a mile left, I really picked it up.
My last mile was a 7:12 pace.
For the last half mile,
I was chasing a super fast bunny (in the neon green), who was ONLY 19 years old and won her age group (congrats by the way, if you ever find this, you were awesome.)
I sprinted my ass off for the last 0.2 (pace around 6:05 based on my Garmin graph). I forgot to turn off my Garmin when I finished running, that's why the pace on the photo above is obviously not correct.
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| Sprinting my butt off at the end of the OC Marathon |
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Sprinting on the home stretch, 0.2 to go. LOOK VERY CLOSELY at my arms/hands-- that's my failed and feeble attempt at trying to get my double thumbs up to Tappan. My body was done. |
The neon green bunny and I finished together and I was so worn out, pale, and tired that I draped myself on her at the end in an awkward giant hug/thing. I hope they got official photos of that at the end, I bet it was quite the sight.
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Pale and tired at the finish ...but SO ECSTATIC about the race!! |
I finished in 3:26:53, a huge PR for me!
Average pace of 7:54
6th in age group
"I've learned that finishing a marathon isn't just an athletic achievement.
It's a state of mind; a state of mind that says anything is possible."-John Hanc
A few reflections on this marathon:
- My body FAR exceeded my expectations. You never know what your limits are until you try to push them!!
- I'm still in shock that I ran a marathon 3:26:53, it still sounds plain crazy to me.
- I am so glad that I (temporarily) conquered my fear of hills and relative warmth for this race, maybe I won't get so hung up about such things in future races.
- I don't have any other marathon time goals, does this mean it's time to retire? Just kidding. Maybe.
- I do really want to run Boston 2013 and hopefully I'll get in with this time. My first BQ was within 5 minutes of the cutoff time, and based on my (poor) understanding of the registration process, I wasn't sure if I would have gotten in with that previous time.
- I know I tried REALLY hard in this marathon because my quads are SO sore today and usually I'm not this sore after races.
Thanks for sticking around to read this novel of a race report ;)
But most of all,
THANK YOU so much for being so supportive of me! During some fleeting moments of self-doubt during the marathon, thoughts of everyone believing in me popped into my head and helped me get back into focus.