Well, I'm still riding high for finally breaking the sub 3-hour barrier. I knew it was going to feel good, but I had no freakin' idea! I ask for your indulgence as I lay out a full-blown race report, with all the gory and not-so-gory details of race week-end. Thanks to all of you who offered support and advice; all of it helped. Special thanks to Kurt Jewell, who helped pace me to my goal; his enthusiasm and math skills were desperately needed in the final miles. Special-special thanks to my wife and daughter who put up with me and support me through this madness! Here we go:
Pre-Race - Kurt and I headed to Des Moines early, giving us all day Saturday to drive the course (bad idea) and do some "light" sight-seeing in Des Moines. There ia actually quite a lot to see in Des Moines and it is a very lovely city. I got a room at the Savery Hotel, which is downtown and literally right at the start and the finish of the race. I walk out the front door and the starting gate is 20 feet away. I don't have to worry about parking, waiting in the cold and most importantly, my own PRIVATE BATHROOM. This is the only way to fly! I feel like an elite runner. The pasta feed was great and also got a pre-race pep-talk from Jeff Galloway. Our table was right next to the elite runners and wow, can those chaps put away the food! I got to bed by 9 and would have slept right to my alarm, but was scared out of my sleep by PA and mike checks down on the street at 4:40! Ear piercing, blasting Maroon 5 is a less than an ideal way to be roused out of a peaceful slumber. Do we really need to be "Moving like Jaggar" at this hour?
Race Start - after using my very own personal bathroom one more time, I make my way to the start. It's not a big race, so its easy to move up to the front. The weather is perfect, about 48 and no wind. I am wearing a singlet, shorts and a pair of old socks on my hands, which I shed after two miles. It really was a gorgeous morning.
Early miles - the first two miles are a quick out and back through downtown, showcasing the State Capitol and the thriving downtown. I love this part of the marathon, when a pace of 6:48 feels like a leisurely jog.
Mile 1 - 6:48
Mile 2 - 6:56
Hill Portion - I mentioned that driving the course was a bad idea. The hills looked so ridiculous in the car, that I almost psyched myself out. Thing is, the elevation chart is completely bogus. On the chart it looks like two moderate hills then one long downhill. In reality, there are 7 or 8 moderate hills between miles 3 and 9. I wore a pace band for the first time and so glad I did. The pace band called for a 1:30 negative split, which gave me plenty of motivation to do the hills easy, easy, easy. Here were my splits through the HODS (Hills of Des Moines)
Mile 3 - 6:52
Mile 4 - 7:01 (first hill)
Mile 5 - 6:48 (fun downhill)
Mile 6 - 6:56
Mile 7 - 6:54
Mile 8 - 7:14 (big hills)
Mile 9 - 6:51
I ran this portion a little ahead of schedule and was ahead of the pace band by about 40 seconds. The HODS were behind me and I could relax and focus on a steady pace
Middle Miles - this part of the course is miles 10 through 14. Relatively flat and features a lap around the track at Drake. We were on the big screen, but seriously, I forgot to look! I was locked in and focused with the task at hand. I took my first gel at mile 10 and started to fight through a slight side stitch at mile 11. I would have the stitch through mile 20 or so, but luckily it never got out of hand. Here are my splits though the middle miles:
Mile 10 - 6:55
Mile 11 - 6:49
Mile 12 - 6:46
Mile 13 - 6:59 (this mile was long) (half split was 1:30:41)
Mile 14 - 6:50 - (gel number two)
The Fun Part - this included a nice steady downhill from 15 to 18. Not too steep, just enough to let gravity do its thing. This felt awesome after all the earlier hills.
Mile 15 - 6:21 - this mile was way short
Mile 16 - 6:38 - weeeeeeeeee! At one point I was cruising at 6:15 pace!
Mile 17 - 6:39 - again, with enthusiasm - weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Mile 18 - 6:46 - ride over, time to get to work.
The Not So Fun Part - all flat, all bike trail, and crowded with slow, walking half marathoners. Luckily my personal pacer, Kurt joined me (he was part of a marathon relay team) The job was now to crank out as many 6:45 miles as possible. I really had to work, but was able to run steady all the way to 25.5 miles. At some point in the marathon, my brain ceases to function. I kept telling Kurt, that I had lots of time to make up to break three hours. He kept asking me. "Are you sure?" I had told him earlier that I was about a minute ahead of schedule at the half and had kept pace up to mile 19. I kept thinking that I had a more than 30 seconds to make up, so kept pushing the envelope. It was until mile 23.2 at 2:38 and change, how wrong I was. Kurt yells, "you're flirting with 2:58 baby!" I couldn't believe it. I had this; it hurt like hell for 3 more miles and had a hamstring going wonky in the last half mile, but this was happening!
Mile 19 - 6:43
Mile 20 - 6:43
Mile 21 - 6:45
Mile 22 - 6:40
Mile 23 - 6:43
Mile 24 - 6:47
Mile 25 - 6:50
Mile 26 - 6:56
Mile .20 - 6:42
total - 2:58:56
Wow, what an amazing feeling. I'm not the blubbering type, but there was some blubbering going on. Just when I thought I was over it, another wave of blubbering would come over me. I knew this was going to feel great, but I had no idea. It was worth every mile, every work-out, every cursing of the alarm at 4:15, every double, every long run in the July humidity and every sore muscle. Truly incredible.
This was a small marathon field, less than 2,000. My time of 2:58:56 was good enough for a win in my age group and a 36th place finish overall! What a day!
Thanks for reading and as always, Happy running!
Rick