Well, what can I say. The marathon did not go as I had hoped.
Tapering went horribly because I kept resting my glutehammy and really cut back on mileage for 3 weeks leading up to the race. I got sick a few days before the race as well.
When you know you aren't feeling great, 'they' say to adjust your goals accordingly.
Did 'they' train hard all freakin summer? I knew no matter what, I was going for it. I promised myself I wasn't going to look back at the race and wonder what would have happened if I had really went for all the marbles. I'm always conservative...but not THIS time I told myself. I wanted the marathon of my life so badly.
Like I mentioned, things just didn't feel right even the morning of the marathon. I wasn't feeling very confident. But I stuck to my routine.
Weather was perfect too. I got dropped off at just the right time...waited a short time for the rest room, sat down inside the dome and collected my thoughts for a few minutes and then went to the starting line.
The very front of the 2nd corral starts with 3:30 or faster runners. So I was lined up at the very front of 8,000+ runners! The first corral was off (maybe couple hundred people?), and then they brought us up to the front of the starting line to wait for GO. Seriously, there was not a runner in front of me at the start of the marathon. HEHEHE. 8,000 people chasing us front runners down right from the gun baby! I just kept thinking, I put in all the training, I deserve to be here.
Of course, I started too fast. How could I not? I blew through the first mile in around 7:30 vs. my goal pace range of 7:57 - 8:00.
Mile 2, quick stop to empty the bladder, maybe took 20 seconds?
I felt like the wind for the first 5 miles. Doesn't everyone? This was my day baby. I tried to settle into a groove after that but I just couldn't find a comfort zone.
Regardless, my splits were pretty stead-eddy through 17, with a cumulative average of 7:54.
(Ignore mile 1 split here...innacurate due to tall buildings downtown...it was about 7:30. Mile 2 slower due to emptying of bladder).

Mile 18 in 8:24
Mile 19 in 8:35
Mile 20 in 9:14
and the rest of splits worsened.
Its like I had never run a marathon before, or I didn't know how to fuel myself to prevent a meltdown. But I had a good race last year, I thought I had it figured out.
If it weren't for my support crew, I might now have even finished. I felt so disappointed with another 6 miles left to run, knowing that my training over the summer would not pay off in proportion to my finishing time.
Its pretty hard to run miles 20 to the finish under those conditions. There is no joy or triumph. With 2 miles left, I quit looking at my garmin and told myself to just jog it home as steady as possible. I was going to finish this thing. If not for me, then for my support crew that cheered me on all summer long when I had to get out there every saturday morning to put in a 3+ hour run. And for cheering me on all day long with bright enthusiasm and encouragement out on the course. You guys are awesome, thanks for helping me push through when things got tough. Three cheers for my wife, sister, parents, and also my friend Shawn and his daugher for making it out to the race.
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Almost forgot to mention, I finished in 3:40:xx.