This past weekend was the 34th Annual Marine Corp Marathon.
I was ready, I trained somewhat meticulously for it, and awoke the morning of feeling refreshed and ready to run fast.
Based on my 1:04:14 finish at the Army 10 Miler 3 weeks prior, I decided to go out with the 3:10 pace group. I had my mind set on a Boston Qualifer, and was looking forward to achieving it.
I arrived at the start early enough to get a good spot in the 3:00-3:19 corral along side others who were going for that coveted 3:10 Boston qualifying time. I did some light jogging and stretching to prepare myself for the long journey ahead. After the gun went off, it took me a mere 20 seconds to get to the start line. Not bad for a race that had 30,000 registrants. Although the start was crowded, I did not feel like I was getting boxed and forced to compromise my pace.
Miles 1-3:
Felt great, I was right next to the 3:10 pacer, and we were spot on pace. I didn’t feel like I went out too fast, and felt pretty comfortable.
Miles 3-8:
Things didn’t really pick up, but stayed constant. Still feeling good, I couldn’t wait to cross that finish line with a 3:10, but told myself to hold back. “I could run like this forever,” I thought. It’s mile 22 where I would have my chance to pick up the pace if I felt good.
Miles 8-15:
Crossed the half way mark in 1:34:39. That’s a half marathon PR for me! I was feeling good about it, but had a feeling I would have to fight pretty hard for that 3:10, but still felt it was well within reach. At this point, I was already thinking about mile 20, and how it’s a 10k race from there to the finish.
Mile 15-17:
Things took a turn for the worse around here. My pace slowed, not sure why this happened all of a sudden. I still remained optimistic. If I slow down now, I can conserve some energy to chase down the 3:10 group when the time comes. However, with each passing step, I felt worse. My legs were feeling heavy. “What is this??!,” I thought. I downed another packet of Gu and a cup of water, and kept treading along. Another half mile went by, and my legs started to cramp. Oh man…
Mile 17-20:
I was forced to a slow jog. I even had to walk some. I stopped for a few seconds to stretch out, but thought I must keep moving forward to that finish line! At this time, I exhausted my last Gu packet, and was taking anything handed out on the course. Spectators were still as awesome as ever giving me hope that I would make it to the finish line.
Mile 20-24:
As I crossed the 20 mile marker, I did a quick calculation. In order to catch the 3:10 group, I would have to run a 40 minute 10k. I would be quite capable of that if that with fresh legs, but 20 miles with cramping have already taken their toll. There was no way I would be able to keep up anywhere near 6:30 pace. As I passed some spectators were handing out bananas, oranges, and licorice. I hastily ate them hoping they would help me salvage this race. No luck, my legs were shot. I started feeling a bit discouraged from all the walking I had to do, and even more so when the 3:20 pace group passed me, then the 3:30 pace group passed me. Well, maybe I can still get a PR out of this race, I thought.
Mile 24-26:
“Only 2 miles left to go!!,” a spectator shouts. So close yet so far especially when you are painfully walking/running.
Mile 26-26.2:
As soon as I saw the mile 26 marker, I remembered the warning I received about the brutal uphill finish. My quads were aching so bad, I couldn’t run straight, but had to run a little sideways. I probably looked ridiculous, but that didn’t matter. I saw the finish line ahead, and hobbled to it where I was greeted with relief and accomplishment. My time: 3:38:28, a super positive split, and not a PR. Although it was not the time I was hoping for, I still felt relieved to have finished, but not once did I ever think about giving up.
Post Race:
After the race, I went straight to get a free complementary massage. Great idea MCM organizers!
After the massage, I walked around the finish festival, and decided to head home. The Rossyln Metro was packed with everyone trying to get back. It must have taken at least 45 minutes for me to get to the escalator to go down to catch the train.
Reflection:
Well, I have been having a string of good races recently which I am thankful for. I am not too bummed I didn’t qualify for Boston this time around or have the race of my life. Those last 9 miles were a good learning experience. I have never hit the wall before, and never considered walking in a race. I know now I have to increase my endurance, and keep electrolytes in balance to prevent the cramping.
After resting for the last 2 days, my legs feel a lot better and I am able to lightly run again. I’m looking forward to getting back into training, increasing my long runs, and maybe someday have a breakthrough marathon.
































Eastbank Esplanade, and back across the Steel Bridge. Although I am not a great, highly experienced/hardcore runner, while on that run, I realized how much I really like running. I didn’t even care(too much) that it was raining bullets and I was dripping wet the whole time. Maybe it was adrenaline that kept me going for duration of the 5.97(according to my iPod’s Nike Plus sensor) miles, or the fact that there were bagels and refreshments waiting for us back at Niketown(for Run Club).

