So, on Saturday, May 19, I wore the
standard race gear, and ran 42.2 kilometers in 4:37:57. Yeah, it’s
long.
We headed out from Helena to Missoula
(the land of hope and dreams) on Friday. After getting into Missoula
later than expected, we headed toward Spokane, and arrived later than
we wanted to. We were staying with my awesome friend Catherine, so
life was awesome. In our packets, I got a really cool jersey style
shirt, a cool grocery bag, and another sweet beer coaster for the
Missoula Marathon. At the last moments, I found out that Don was
downgrading, so I would be running this one solo.
For some reason, this marathon turned
into a mental battle. On the way from the bus toward Post Falls, I
started to realize how crazy I was to run this insanely long race.
After all, I’m coming off of a nasty 30K from last weekend. On the
other hand, as I often remind myself, there’s nothing to do but get
ready and run for the next four hours.
So, I got ready, and got to wait
around Post Falls industrial park for half an hour. There were
plenty of honey buckets, including a special ‘men’s room’ that
had no lines. God bless the port-a-urinal!
The thing about running a marathon is
that marathon runners tend to be a talkative sort, and Montanans are
just naturally talkative. I got a chance to ask Amy Biviano about
Spokane’s political situation (she's running for state
representative, and you should vote for her, if you live in Spokane
Valley), I talked with a man from Spokane doing his first race, I
talked with one of the race sponsors. I felt strange, because
everyone seemed to know the course marshals except for me. I was
like the new kid in a John Hughes marathon.
We start in Post Falls industrial
park, and head east, to get the required distance. The start is
chaotic (as usual), but fun. My goal was to start slow and steady,
and rock the course. I start slow, and get moving super fast on the
downhill part of the course. Once we get heading west, I notice a
huge billboard for Showgirls, the Northwest's Premier Gentleman's
Club. I thought perhaps the smart people were there, rather than
running a silly long race.
Anyway, I spend the first two miles
jostling around and trying to find pace. I love crossing over the
river into Washington, over an absolutely beautiful bridge. There's
a good deal of roll in the first part of the course, but the weather
is still reasonably cool. We head down toward Spokane. I skip the
first water / Heed station, and enjoy talking and pacing with Darrel.
Yep, the start of the race is strong and steady, just the way that I
like. The course parallels the river, and I see a flock of Canada
Geese flying over the water. There's some amazing irises growing
along the way.
I keep a steady slightly over 9:00
pace heading for the first part of the marathon. I feel good and
steady for the first ten miles. Then, between mile 10 and 11, the
wheels come off. I go from easily running at 9:00 per mile to
struggling to run 10:00 per mile. I have to walk the slightest
uphill. The only explanation is that I was worn out from running the
30K last weekend and doing the nasty 10K Rodney Ridge run on
Wednesday. Yeah, I ran too hard, and overdid it. So, all I had
ahead of me was sixteen miles of hard and heavy running.
I trudge toward the spot where the
full marathon and half marathon come together. I see a lady run by
me, and I congratulate her, only to have her turn around and ask
where the relay is. Yeah, I am annoyed by relayers. I actually am
more annoyed by the high school relayants who passed me after
Argonne.
When the full and the half meet up, a
great sense that I actually might be able to finish this event. The
rule for finishing marathons is that one should not worry about time,
or honor, or pain, but merely to continue forward. And, so, with
legs of pure jelly, I head onward toward the finish line, with
distances counting down, rather than up.
At the 10K point, Catherine joins up
with me as a pacer. It's nice to have someone to keep my mind away
from the pain and frustration. She leaves me at the four mile to go
mark, but Don comes back and pulls me to the finish line.
The strange thing about it all is how
surreal running a marathon is. I didn't get anywhere near my
sub-four goal. On the way back from Spokane, I talked with Don about
how running Rodney Ridge with a bunch of hardcore old men on
Wednesday didn't help. Yet, I finished what I set out to do this
past week. That's the point, to finish.
In some sense by aiming for a sub 4 marathon you were reaching for the moon given your past hard long runs during the weeks. Although not the moon you did land among the stars as most people have never done back to back weekends of distant races. Stupid yes but a life that when desired chose to live every weekend to the fullest.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the kind words. I guess I didn't quite see it that way, but feel so much better now that I do!
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