3:37. Yuk. But lets take a look at those splits:
4:22 to the start
5:57 (10k -- ~41:30)
5:1:1 (1.1 -- ~1:30:20)
5:1:1 (2-- ~ 2:32:00)
5:1:1 (3.2 -- 3:37:47 (chip time))
Folks, I am at odds with my performance at nyc. I was shooting for a sub-3, at the worst a 3:10 BQ,
and (thought) I did all the right training (~55mpw peak), had 5runs at 20+ miles, set prs in the 10k
(5:2) and half (1:24), so I thought I was there. Hell, I even took my *own* sports drink there just
to keep things consistent. But, lets start at the beginning.
Hung around Ft. Wadsworth for ~4 hours, and even though it's boring as sin, it's great not to have
to fend off the masses for the port-a-san lines. I have what you might call "nervous runner
intestine syndrome" and usually have a need to take care of business. =) It actually was a little
brisk that morning (reminder -- take more warm clothes there), but really didn't mind the sun when
she came out around
6:00ish. Also managed to get some zz's. Had a bagel, 32oz of gatorade, and a couple of banannas
during those 4 hours.
The start: First and foremost, I was annoyed by my seed (bib 5402, 3rd green corral), but
approaching "my" corral I realized that the corral numbers were apparently just suggestions. So I
joined with the many others and just went forward as far as I could until I saw numbers that looked
more like mine. Still, was pretty far back from the start, heard the cannon unexpectedly, and we
were off. Took over a minute to cross the line there, but immediately saw a difference in other
races -- the course had a choke point *at the start line*, which was great, since it let people get
running immediately as people fanned out. I was able to get on pace quickly.
My goal, as I said, a sub-3, so I was to hold ~6:45-6:50 at the start and see how it went. Splits: 1
-- 7:23 (all uphill -- that's OK) 2 -- 6:00 (all downhill, maybe a little fast, but IN control) 3 --
6:40 4 -- 6:39 5 -- 6:41
7.2 -- 8:10 (where did mile 6 go?) 7 -- 5:15 8 -- 6:50 9 -- 7:00 10 -- 6:41
Through out all of this, I felt great. I felt like i was holding back. I was focused on my
breathing, I knew the effort I had to maintain to lock in a good time. It looks like I was 5 or so
seconds ahead of pace, so that was probably error number 1. But, I had just an amazing experience
during these first 10 miles, it was like a dream. The pacing looks a little uneven, but not too bad.
My plan was to drink ~3 oz of sports beverage every 3 miles, and a cup of water every other 3 miles.
So, mile 1.5 was sports drink, 3 was water, etc. I like to eat those gel packs, too, so I took one
every 4+ miles. Again, nothing terribly new here, although the frequency fuel consumption was
increased.
11 -- 7:15 12 -- 7:23 13 -- 7:18
From mile 11 to the end of the race is very hazy in my memory. My stomach started to act up (like
bad gas) and I slowed considerably. I think. I honestly don't know what was going on here. I do
remember thinking that I had *too much stuff* in my gut, and had a wave of nausea somewhere betweeen
12 and 13.1 that I actually had to stop for. 3 hours was out, but perhaps I could hang on for 3:10.
14 -- 8:49
And then it happened -- I lost it all. Literally. Anything and everything I had eaten that morning
came out on a sidewalk on Vernon Ave. Ans with it came 6 months of hard work. I've never had this
happen before -- well, yes I did, after my last 23 3 weeks ago, but I attributed that to a) not
fully recovering from my 1:24 half one week prior + a bit of a head cold + too much hydration after
I finished (although the last 2+ miles of that training run was absolutely horrible) It's easy to
chalk things up to excuses, but looking back I can see the signs that point to today. Strangely
enough, I began to feel better after that, and kept going. I made a decision to try to get some
water in me (slowly) at the next water stop.
15 -- 7:10 16 -- 7:47
Up (and down) the Queensboro bridge. Probably not terrible times, even if I was on pace, but that
little bit of water started to make my tummy rumble again (and my legs were leaving me).
From then on, my stomach was completely in a knot, and I could manage no more than ~1/2 mile running
followed by walking. I could not tolerate any additional sports drink, nor the power gel I tried to
eat around mile 17. Somewhere on First Ave, lost my lunch again, although there wasn't anything much
left to lose. I do have to say that the crowd was great (although I did them all a courtesy and left
the course to do my business) with everybody (even a couple of FDNY folk) offering me water. I just
had to chuckle -- it's what I needed, but also the last thing that I could use.
17 -- 8:22 18 -- 8:25 19 -- 12:02 20 -- 9:51 21 -- 10:07 22 -- 9:26 23 -- 10:34 24 -- 12:07 25 --
12:25 26 -- 9:26
8.2 -- 1:51
Well, the rest of the race was a struggle just to keep moving forward, running about half of each
mile, cramping up, and trying to get sips of water down. I was extremely disappointed, and broke
down sobbing (dry sobs!) two or three times. Scared my cheering gallery at Marcus Garvey park by
heading over to them and letting them know the news. I lost all hope of a 3:10 aroud mile 17/18, and
a PR around mile 21. I'll have to say that I really wanted to quit, but kept going. Felt like I had
asthma somewhere around mile 22 to the end, my breathing felt like my head was hollow between 24-25.
But, by that point there was a large clan of us "running" about the same pace -- we kept
leapfrogging each other as one of us would stop to walk.
And so I finished. I knew I would have tears in my eyes finishing nyc, and I did, but for completely
different reasons. But I finished. I don't even think that I am upset, because I did leave it all
out (literally!) on the course.
What lessons can I learn?
9) Don't overfill your stomach.
10) My sports drink may have beeen to concentrated -- that's bad
11) Lighten up the pace a bit more in the early miles, but there's NO WAY that caused me to blow up
that soon.
As I said before, I think I can look back and see the signs that this was coming. Four weeks out I
set a PR in my half, but immediately got a cold. Never got into my chest, but I was always having
just a little bit of a trickle in my throat, even up to race week. Was I sick on race day? Don't
think so. Three weeks out, I had that disastrous 23, complete with nausea/vomiting spell
*afterwards* Two weeks out, had a rather bad 10k (40:00 -- all hills) that I just didn't feel up for
-- probably still under the weather, and didn't want to ruin my marathon. 10 days out had a hard
time with my last set of mile repeats (on a track, in 20mph winds!). But the last week felt great.
Each of these workouts, I could "excuse", but if I would have looked back (or seen the whole
picture) it probably would have pointed to predict this.
It's done, my legs feel fine, I can eat and drink all I want. I'm in for next year, and I'll
probably do it. But I think I need a break from running for a bit. I've had a sucessful season,
setting prs from the 5k to the half distance. I refuse to be classified on the basis of one
performance.
Thanks to those of you who read this. If anybody has ever had this happen to them, *please* let me
know what you think caused it, and what you would do to prevent/fix it when it happens.
--Ryan