We (my hubby and I) headed to Denver early Saturday morning. We checked into the hotel, met up with my mom (who came from OH to see me run), and headed over to the Convention Center. We got to the expo around 1:00 to pick up my number and chip. I also decided to buy a new skirt to run in rather than the shorts I bought on Friday night. I broke cardinal rule number one - "don't try anything new on race day". Well, the skirt was just so cute I couldn't pass it up! Plus it had POCKETS! None of the shorts I own have pockets so I had no where to store my Honey Zingers. Anyway...back to the story.
While we were in Denver we were also able to meet up with the best man from our wedding (Matt). After visiting with Matt for a couple of hours we went to dinner at Vine Street Pub. We ended up eating a little bit later than I would have preferred. Got back to the hotel at a respectable hour and tried to get some "sleep". I had the alarm, my phone, and a wake-up call set for 4:45. Basically, I was up every 30 minutes looking at the clock waiting to get up. Thank goodness I did get some good sleep on Friday night.
When 4:45 finally rolled around I set out for the Starbucks across the street from the hotel. I was a little stressed about where I would get my oatmeal from on race morning, but good ol' SBX came through for me!
I had arranged to meet a friend of mine from Silt, who was also doing the full marathon, in the lobby at 6:15. So, after eating breakfast, I had plenty of time to don the race gear. Skirt, tech shirt, shoes, etc. Everything felt "just right"!
As we got to Civic Center Park the porta-potty line was very easy to find - because it was so long!!! Finished up that task with about 15 minutes to spare. Just enough time to check my bag and make my way to the corral.
I figured I'd start somewhere between the 4:00 and 4:30 pace groups. That's where my training would put my finish time. The corrals were VERY crowded and it was tough to find a spot, but eventually I made it across the start line - about 7 minutes behind the gun.
As I started off - I was near tears for the first mile. I'm sure that was for lots of different reasons - excitement, fear, etc. As I settled into my pace and found my own space I was so happy! I was excited to finally be in this moment, proud of myself for all of the hard work I put into this, and just having a good time taking in the sites of the city of Denver during a beautiful morning.
The first half of the race was pretty uneventful. I felt great! Legs were fresh, nothing was hurting. I had to stop around mile 8 (I think) for a potty break and some refueling. Up to this point I had been drinking water at every aid station.
I did start to second guess myself around mile 9. I wasn't sticking to my plan of running a mile, walking a minute. I had done this on all of my long runs and my splits were pretty consistent. My splits were consistent during the race, but I was about 15 seconds per mile faster than I should've been. Rookie mistake, right?? "Don't go out too fast, aim for negative splits." Oops. More on that later.
As I approached mile 13 I was very envious of the people who were running the 1/2...I was wishing I was one of them. I pushed on down 7th Street (I believe) and was still feeling pretty good. After the turn around I started getting hungry and parts of my body started screaming. When I got to Washington Park things started going downhill pretty quickly - and not in a good way.
Mile 19 was tough...I really wanted to quit, had a few tears and a few words with myself and pulled it back together. I wonder if Washington Park was more of a mental challenge or a physical challenge? I knew I had fallen off my pace for a 4:15 finish and was looking at a 4:30 finish - a far cry from the 4:00 I was hoping for. The way the park is configured you can see all of the runners who are about 30-45 minutes ahead of you looping towards the exit. It was very frustrating to see how far ahead they were and knowing I had a long way to go, just to get through the park! I had used up all of my Zingers long before mile 20, so I took a Shot Block from the cute little cheerleaders at the aid station just in case.
I finally made it out of Wash Park and was determined to finish this thing. The 4:30 pace group passed me somewhere near mile 22 and I didn't want to let that fading dream get too far away, but then, my AWESOME husband appeared out of no where. He caught me at the perfect moment! I was in tears (yes, again) and walking. I had just turned on to 1st Avenue and in to mile 23. There he was ready to snap some pictures...perfect timing! He gave me a good pep talk, walked with me a bit, and left me smiling. I told him to jog ahead a bit and I would start running so he could get a "good" picture of me. You be the judge...
Since I only had 3 miles to go my spirits were up. I was so excited about finishing this endeavor that I honestly don't remember any pain. The folks who were running near me were definitely feeling the pain I was. We must've all been a little bit punchy because we were awfully chatty. That was a good change. Twenty-some-odd miles of running in silence is BORING!!!
As I caught a glimpse of the Capital Building I started to pick up my pace, even though there was a slight uphill. I felt as though I was sprinting but um, no, not so much...I think my split was about 10:30 on that one. :)
I saw my hubby and Matt right before the finish line and gave them a quick high-five. As I crossed the line I threw my hands up in the air and let out a great big "woo hoo!" I'm sure I looked like an absolute dork, but I earned it!!!
I received my two bottles of water and then my MEDAL!! Such an awesome feeling! My hubby joined me in the post-race area. I think he was surprised by how much energy I had left - I think he was expecting me to collapse.
We met up with my mom and headed back to the hotel, after a stop by Subway. As soon as I inhaled that sandwich, I took a short, luke warm shower (ick), and then lowered myself to the tub for an ice bath. Not fun, but so worth it. I stretched for a bit and took a short nap. Sunday evening I was feeling pretty tight but not terrible. We went to a great restaurant for dinner (Irish Snug on Colfax). When we returned to the hotel B and I went for a short walk on The Mall to find some ice cream.
I was a little afraid to go to sleep because I was afraid of how sore and tight I would get over night. But, surprisingly I felt great today! It's a little rough getting up out of a seated position but I can make it up and down steps under my own power. Pretty good for a first timer.
Now on to the numbers...
Mile 1: 9:32
Mile 2: 9:12
Mile 3: 9:31
Mile 4: 9:14
Mile 5: 9:27
Mile 6: 9:20
Mile 7: 9:14
Mile 8: 11:10
Mile 9: 9:21
Mile 10: 9:31
Mile 11: 9:50
Mile 12: 9:14
Mile 13: 10:08
Mile 14: 9:55
Mile 15: 9:15
Mile 16: 10:44
Mile 17: 11:00
Mile 18: 10:45
Mile 19: 10:46
Mile 20: 11:22
Mile 21: 11:24
Mile 22: 10:23
Mile 23: 11:26
Mile 24: 11:19
Mile 25: 12:01
Mile 26: 10:47
.2: 10:01
Garmin Time: 4:30:08
Chip Time: 4:33:20
Gun Time: 4:38:25
Thoughts for the next marathon...
I'm definitely going to change my training plan. Not sure to what, but whatever it is I will definitely run more long runs. Due to weather and injury I was only able to get one 20+ miler in. I believe I ran 2 16's, 2 18's (early on in the training cycle), and 1 20+ miler. Obviously this was one of my problems.
I'm also questioning the likelihood of qualifying for Boston in my next attempt. I was hoping to do that this Spring (April 2009) in Salt Lake City. I really don't think I can shave off 50 minutes between my first and second marathon. I don't know what the "learning curve" is in this situation, but I'm pretty sure it isn't possible without quitting my job and training full time. Hmmm...the idea has merit!
Before I end this report I want to say thank you to all of the people who have supported me through this endeavor. First of all my hubby - he has put up with a LOT of crap from me and helped me to keep everything in perspective. I also owe a big thanks to all of my work friends who've had such kind words for me, although, I know they all think I'm crazy! Thanks also to the WL Forum of RWOL - you gals are the best! Especially LA Runner - you are such an inspiration! Thanks also to the BF folks who also suffered through the trials and tribulations of training for a first marathon. I think the second marathon should be considered a "THE first". Concur? Finally, thanks to my other "local" runners - deltarose and Kazz. I look forward to all sorts of fun with you gals in the future.
In the event that I have some major epiphany regarding my experience I will update this diatribe. Thanks so much for spending your time reading.
Some pictures from the race...
"Break Down at Mile 23"
Post Race