“Casual” marathon yesterday. Here’s the report
Goals:
A1: Finish in/under 3:10 - Nope
A2: Don’t destroy myself and compromise next couple weeks - Maybe???
2: PR - Check
3: Verify Alphaflys will work over a marathon - Big Ole Check
Training:
A 2 month marathon build is something very new to me. Coming off XC ski season I had a TON of aerobic fitness and did pretty minimal running, so this was bound to be interesting. Venturing into new territory. I ended up logging around 23 hours of running in those two months with 293km while also building up my swimming and biking because this is/was a pretty low priority race. Longest run was 27km and I did my long runs a bit faster than marathon pace. Unconventional timeframe and I guess unconventional training. Anyways I felt really confident from them if for no other reason than I was knocking out my HM splits in around 1:31-1:32 and it really wasn’t feeling all that tough. (Again, I’m coming into this with a TON of aerobic fitness.)
Pre-Race:
For a Sunday race, I went to a concert on Wednesday. In hindsight jumping up and down on a concrete floor, may have not been the best idea. Friday I did a “Rage Room” with my family and smashed up a bunch of furniture and old office equipment bats, crowbars, and lead pipes. Again in hindsight, not the best idea. My motel was around 3km from the packet pickup/start line, and instead of grabbing an Uber because I didn’t have a car with me, I decided to walk. It was great from a mental perspective but again probably a bit too much wear in the legs. Hindsight is a bitch. So between Saturday afternoon and Sunday I logged around 9km walking. (Why am I so dumb!!!) Had dinner with the Outpace team at a wonderful Italian restaurant, and got back to the motel pretty early. I was in bed by 8:30 after some yoga but noticed that my hips were a little tighter than normal. Oh well, let’s see how it goes race morning.
I tossed and turned for a couple hours before finally getting some shuteye as is pretty typical before a race. Good thing I did a decent job getting sleep earlier in the week, concert night excepted. Woke up and felt like crap, but after I got moving things felt alright. packed up my things into my transition backpack, checked out of the motel at 5-something in the morning and began my 3km walk. Took off my warm clothes at the start, checked my bag, and went with a 10min warmup run with Mark and Nick from Outpace who were also doing the full. We got done 5min before the race start and because it was a smaller race could easily get to the front. Nick was shooting for sub-3 and Mark was going for 3:25 +/- 10min so we were pretty close in the starting pen.
Weather was around 50F with drizzle. No significant wind.
The Race:
First kilometer was great! I went out at a 4:25 pace which wasn’t too fast. Put me in at a 3:06 pace. I felt good. Had a small group around me that was nice and steady. Then 2nd kilometer I noticed my shoe was untied. Shit! I tied it back, double looped it, then doubled the other. Mark came up behind me and gave me a well deserved “Come on Mike!” heckle. So after a nice smart first kilometer I went full on moron for my second. I burnt a match or two to catch up with the group I had decided I liked. 2km later I caught back up with them and I didn’t feel like I expended much energy but it’s the start of a marathon. It should feel easy. Anyways I kept pace with them for the next 15km or so until the race turned onto a dirt path. With all the rain the previous day and drizzle during the race, it had turned to mud. running through that was pretty challenging and I finally did something smart. I ran to feel instead of trying to keep up with anybody or keep a certain pace. I ended up giving up 10s or so per kilometer but was also doing quite a bit of lateral movement from side to side to find the more solid running lines, which sometimes meant running in grass or on uneven terrain. This went on for around 4km and if I had to guess where my poor choices from the previous week met the realities of the race.
The dirt road was and out and back, so I got to see Nick and Mark, both looking strong. That was cool to see, as well as the leader who was cruising like a beast. When I finally got back onto pavement and was looking forward to some nice easy terrain to get back on track, I was smacked with one of the 3 hills the course serves up. This one had a good 25m of elevation gain and really sapped my spirits. I tried to shift down to a lower gear and not spend too much energy going up, but alas that wasn’t the issue: my legs and in particular my hips were unhappy. Once I got to the top of the hill, I sliced off a good 15s/km from my pace, bringing me more into a 4:35/km kind of pace but even that just plain hurt. The worst part was when that uphill went back down and everything just began to suck. At the same time some pebbles from the dirt road had worked their way through the loose knitting of the Alphaflys and now I had stones in my shoes. And I had to pee because I was drinking too much for the cool weather. Yup, found my dark place.
Eventually I spied a porta-potty, took care of the excess water. Took care of the pebbles. Had my slowest kilometer of the race. But at least I was still making progress. A group of students had setup a cheer spot in the middle of nowhere and perked me up a bit. One of them had a football so I pointed at him. He threw it at me, I caught it, and tossed it back (poorly) but got a good roar from them. For around 30 seconds my legs didn’t hurt. I settled back in and embraced the pain. I ran pretty steady, with any kind of elevation (up or down) slowing me down a bit from the legs, but I think I had made it through the worst of it. Eventually the route followed a nice paved section next to a railroad track so it was super flat and straight. Here I really got back into the groove and I was feeling quite upbeat. I even passed a couple people that had blown up ahead of me.
Around 30km in the full course merged with the half course and based on the time staggers, I was suddenly running with the 2:30 HM pace group on a narrow path. My nice solo run was suddenly jam packed with traffic I needed to weave around. It was nice to be blowing past people. Nothing does more for your confidence than passing folks. But it pretty quickly took a toll on my legs. I made a deal with myself to walk the aid stations so got a good 15s rest every 2km or so, but starting back up was so hard. Still I pushed on as much as I could, but by the time I hit the 35km mark, my legs were officially shot. My HR dipped into the mid Zone2 range and my pace hovered around 5:00/km. I was still passing half people and keeping up or rarely passing other full runners, but it hurt. Still, I wasn’t going to let myself walk outside of an aid station no matter how much I wanted to. My PR of 3:14 looks to be just a bit out of reach at my current pace. Maybe I can pick it up at the end and salvage the PR? Maybe?
40.5km in I hear somebody shout from behind me “Come on Mike!” and it’s Mark. Mark is flying. Competitive adrenaline and “almost finished” adrenaline kicks in and I catch up to him. I run alongside him for a bit and we chat about how he’s on an absolute flier and going to crush his PR. I latch on and say “Tow me to the finish line.” I don’t care about the pain now and am just running. Again, aerobically I’m great and have energy. It’s just a matter of the legs and seeing Mark next to me is helping me ignore that. But then the road turned up as we approached the last bridge and I couldn’t anymore. I tell Mark to go get it and I’ll see him at the finish line. He sped away from me but I kept pretty close contact. Once off the bridge it was a flat straight run to the finishing arch. With nobody to weave around, no turns, and no elevation changes I was able to find just enough in me to power through to the finish line and crossed in 3:13:47. 9 seconds behind Mark.
Post Race:
Pain. Lots of pain. Never have I been that unable to do anything that quickly after a race. It felt like somebody had poured a gallon of superglue into each of my legs, getting all over my muscles and into my joints. BUT, my feet felt great still. Normally a marathon makes your feet feel like there were battered by a regiment of hammers, but today they felt just fine. Alphaflys for the win! Mark and I had a drink and some food at a nearby restaurant with some other folks from the Outpace team. Nick managed to go 2:58 and nailed his goal too. The others had done the half and had a mostly positive experience as well. It was a good day for everybody except my legs, but I didn’t care. I was in celebration mood. Mark was also my ride back so we had a lot of fun chatting in the car about the race and what we have coming up. He kept saying how he felt bad passing me knowing it meant I didn’t get my 3:10 goal but I really didn’t care all that much. 3:13 was close enough for me on the time part and any disappointment I had was more than compensated for by seeing him smash his own PR by 15min.
At home I ate some Oreos and pizza with my feet in the air pressure boots watching basketball. Didn’t move too much but enough to keep breaking up that superglue in my legs.
Lessons Learned:
I’m not 20 anymore. I can’t just go and run a marathon on expedited training and not pay a hefty price.
I’m also not 20 anymore and can’t subject my legs to a bunch of unnecessary pounding and wear leading up to a race. It won’t turn out well.
I’m really aerobically fit. I’ve never finished a marathon with that much left in the tank. Battered legs aside, that felt easy.
80-85g of carbs per hour in Gu/gatorade is no issue for me during a marathon. Caffeine of 60mg/hr is also no issue.
If it’s cold, drink less or you’ll have to pee.
Alphafys are amazing and thankfully they work with my feet. Bodyglide on the feet, then socks, then shoes = winning combo.
If I don’t have speed laces in my shoes, be sure to double knot BEFORE the race starts
Bodyglide can also be put around the wasteband of your shorts. Otherwise you run the risk of some chafing you might not notice during the race but will later on in the day.