Workout: National Capital 20-Miler race, Alexandria, VAThe good Lord was kind indeed, by giving us race-day conditions which were nearly 20 degrees cooler than earlier in the week, and with overcast skies. This matured into a very important event for my marathon training, in two regards. First, I considered it to be a dress rehearsal for the marathon with respect to the week before (carbo-loading) and my race morning routine. And secondly, I determined target splits for mileage which would put me on pace for a sub-3:00 MCM. I hope.
The splits I'd targeted were approximately a 6:40 - 6:50 pace for the duration of the race, with a breakdown of: 7:10 for mile 1 (due to starting line chaos); 6:40 for miles 2-15; and 6:50 for miles 16-20. To eliminate the need to memorize a bunch of mileage/split times, I took a red Sharpie marker an wrote down the split times for miles 1, 3,6,9,15 and 20 on my left forearm, along side my HRM. This seemed to work pretty well, and normal sweating didn't cause any of the numbers to blur.
After almost four full days of the carbo-loading/stomach-gouging, I could barely finish my bowl of cereal and banana for breakfast. As with the race back in July, I was again humored by our neighbor across the street waiting at the end of the driveway at 5am for the Sunday paper to arrive. I had my coffee and OJ, did some light stretching and pulled together my "stuff" for the day--outfit, shoes, Fuel Belt, salt tablets, GU, etc. In reality, I didn't have enough to do, so I took a brief nap around 5:45am. I'd only decided to wake up so early in order to fully 'process' breakfast before heading to the race.
The race start nearly caught me by surprise, as I was waiting in the pack and talking with a fellow ND alumni I'd met the day before at the number pick-up. After we both realized that, hey, I guess the race has started, we exchanged well-wishes and headed out.
Unfortunately in my focus to maintain my splits, I forgot to actually record them on the HRM. After the slog at the start, I think I did about a 7:20 for mile 1. Thereafter, most of my target splits stayed at approximately 30 seconds off the target pace, which made me confident that I was progressing as planned. [Of course, that makes one wonder how slow the start of the MCM portends to be with 30,000 runners.]
The
start of the course went through some neighborhoods in Mt. Vernon then turned south along the MVT. My pace remained steady, and I carefully picked off other runners ahead of me, using them as interim targets to keep my pace moving. By mile 2, it was easy to navigate past runners as the packed had really thinned out. I primarily used the Gatorade/water stops, and only reverted to the Fuel Belt later.
Something funny happened around mile 8-9. I was fairly certain I was on pace, but when I checked my split at mile 8, it was about 56:00, instead of the 53:00 I was--I thought--maintaining. Oddly, thereafter, my splits all came in at about 1 1/2-2min over. Because I was able to resume my pace and keep the difference from increasing, I wasn't too worried.
After the 5-mile turn, the course became a bit more dicey, since suddenly the throngs on runners on my heels were now coming at me from the other side of that thin, yellow line. One guy I was tracking--a larger guy in his 40s by the name "Howard" (everyone knew him and yelled his name!)--was in front of me from miles 4 through about 9. Each time I would edge ahead, he would speed past me on the next hill downslope. Having heard too many stories of blown-out calves and other muscles from racing down a hill, I downshifted and slowed on most hills with any steep incline. Eventually I pulled away from him, but it was great to have him push me along! Likewise, about that same time a guy in a yellow shirt passed me (just a personal affront--I gauge how well I've trained but limiting the number of runners who pass me during the race. Call it my "
none shall pass!" mantra.)
As I continued on I couldn't help but think that all the hills through miles 2-9 may have contributed to the lost time on my pace. I decided that I would focus on keeping my pace for the duration, and do a split at 12 miles to gauge my progress.
I continued to hydrate at each water stop, chased the guy in the yellow shirt, and had a GU banana gel just after the mile 8 marker. After 12 miles, my split came in at 1:22:34, which translates into an--ugh--6:53 pace. Damned hills.
The rest of the race went well. I continued my steady pace, keeping 30 seconds off my targets at each marker. I kept following the guy in the yellow shirt, but we didn't meet up with any other runners. At the 14+ turn to head back home, we saw 3-4 guys a few hundred yards ahead. I figured that at our current pace, we could easily take them. But at the turn, yellow shirt guy realized I was right on his heels and turned on the afterburners. I finally caught him at mile 15, when he pulled off to the side, said "good luck" and left me to my own devices. [When I talked to him post-race, he said his plan was to pace for 15 miles.]
The last 6 miles were fairly uneventful. I had my second GU gel at mile 16, and was sufficiently hydrated thoughout. After the turn, I knew--courtesy of another leading runner shouting out positions--that I was in position 14. I also knew with the small pack ahead of us, that if I set an post-turn goal to make the top 10, it could only help my goal pace. Yellow shirt guy and I caught two of them just before Belle Haven and when yellow shirt guy dropped out, I only had one more to catch. I didn't see him for awhile, but I finally did and caught him. At mile 17 I saw another guy in front of me, and passed him at mile 18.5.
I finished (by my watch) at 2:15:15, which I tend to believe is more credible since there was a mass start time (no chips). My last 8 miles came in at 52:45, or a 6:36 clip. I don't think I'll be keeping that pace in the final miles of the marathon, but I think I still had a few good miles in me after 20 yesterday. My time was good enough for
9th overall.
Five weeks to race day.