|Kicking it to the finish on Boylston Street.|
A week out from the race, the weather forecasts started to get ugly. The temperature forecast kept climbing every day, finally topping out at a forecast high of 89 degrees for Patriot's Day. The actual temperature at the start in Hopkinton at 10am, according to the BAA web site, was 79 degrees, and it ended up being 85 degrees when the men's winner finished just after noon. I can certainly attest that between noon and 1pm, it definitely felt hotter.
The other issue was that midweek before the race I felt a cold coming on. A sore throat and cough soon settled in and by race morning, I woke up with a headache as well. This was not supposed to happen, but quit whining and run already. I thought about checking myself for a fever, but I didn't really want to know at that point.
With the forecast in mind, I changed my goals a little. My main goal now became to re-qualify for Boston by at least 10 minutes (less than 3:15) so that I can run it next year with my niece, Laura. After much thought, however, I decided I would still go out at close to my original goal pace (around 6:35 per mile) while it was still relatively cool and see how I felt along the way. After all the training, I didn't just want to give up on running a fast race. I told myself, however, that if it started to get difficult, I would back off the pace so I wouldn't overdo it in the heat. I did still want to finish, at least.
At 9:30am, as we walked to the starting line in Hopkinton, we could definitely feel the heat. I sought shade by the side of the road, rather than getting into my starting corral right away, and I sat down on some wet grass to wait until it got closer to the starting time. I saw one of the other Nittany Valley Running Club members, Andy Cunningham, who had qualified with the exact same time that I had, and called him over. We sat in the shade until 10 minutes before the start and then got in our corral (number 3). I had never actually started in my assigned corral at Boston (I had always went to the back of the first wave and let everyone else get a good start before I went so there would be more running room) so I wasn't sure how crowded it would be at the beginning. The gun went off and we were on our way.
Andy and I ran together at first but there wasn't much running room right away. After we talked about our desired paces, he wasn't interested in running quite as fast as I wanted to so we ended up separating fairly soon. The first two miles I could not run the pace that I wanted to (6:30-6:35) because there were just too many people. It would have taken extra effort to run faster and I was okay with taking it a little easy because of the conditions. After the first two miles, however, I was able to settle into a faster pace and started getting some miles in the 6:30s. At Boston, there are aid stations with water and Gatorade every mile so I started with a strategy of getting Gatorade one mile and then water the next. The Gatorade I would drink (while walking to the side because I never like getting it up my nose, which is what happens when I try to drink while running) and the water I would dump on my head. Fortunately, I never confused this.
After the first 5K however, I was drinking Gatorade every two miles and getting water and dumping it on my head every mile. I was determined to try to keep my core temperature down, especially in light of my cold. The frequent walking while drinking definitely cut into my time as those miles when I drank my splits were slower. My goal was to run comfortably and not try to make up time. I did not want to push it early and pay for that later.
Every few miles, I made a point to do a body check and see how I felt. Surprisingly, I continued to feel pretty good as the miles added on and did not feel like the heat was dragging me down. I was hoping to get through Wellesley (about 11 miles), at least, at a pretty good pace (sub-3:00) and then see how what I could do. I got a bump from the Wellesley screaming and cruised though the halfway point in 1:28:53. I was pretty excited about this, especially because I was still consistently churning out miles in the 6:40s. By this point I was taking water from spectators whenever I could and dumping it on my head. I knew the Newton Hills, and eventually Heartbreak Hill, were coming up at miles 15-21 and would undoubtedly slow me down but I felt ready for the challenge.
I hit the first couple hills and took them in stride. I even through in a 6:28 mile at mile 16 for fun. The hill before Heartbreak, however, took a little out of me. I knew Heartbreak was going to kick my butt a little, but I was determined to just steadily work my way up it, take what it would give me, and then see what I could do on the other side. I did not want to redline it any point when attacking the hills and have a really ugly end to the day.
A 7:29 mile up Heartbreak did take some of the wind out of my sails, but I was able to reel off another 6:50 mile on the back side so I had some hope for keeping it going. The next four miles, however, would see the distrance and the heat catch up to me. Although miles 22-24 show and elevation drop of 150 feet, I will say that it doesn't feel like it at that point in the race, at least not to me. It is rolling, and then the last two miles are overall flat, while rolling. My headache, which had largely been absent up to this point, came back and I really started to feel the heat. My legs were heavy and I guess you could say I was hitting the wall. I knew at this point that unless I really pushed it, I was not going to get under 3 hours, so I decided to just get home without pushing it. It was, perhaps, the easy way out. Is it also the smart way out? Maybe, I don't know. I would like to push through one of these some time but this day was probably not the day to do it.
I "limped" through the last two miles. I saw more than one guy being carted off on a stretcher during this time, so close to the finish. I hit the turn onto Boylston Street and cranked it up for the last straightaway. The crowd noise is so amazing at this point, that it just carries you to the finish.
Having said all that, I did physically feel pretty beat after this one. I was eyeing up places along the street to go to pass out and vomit, if necessary, because I felt a little vomitish. I found a concrete bench to lay on for a little while, until my head cleared up a bit. I was also eyeing the wheelchairs with desire. The bag of chips was helpful, but nothing else, in their food bag (why do they have such a crappy food bag after this race with as much money as you pay to run it).
This will probably be my last fast road marathon of the year. I may run one more road marathon with my daughter in the fall. I would still like to make a new PR, but given my age of 46 I realize that I am trying to outrun father time. It may not happen, and that is okay. I'm not willing to spend as much time as I used to pounding pavement for speed when the trails are so much more fun. Speaking of trails, now I have four days to recover before taking on the Hyner Challenge 25K again on Saturday. It could be ugly, the way my quads feel now, but it will be fun.