Male, 29, 6'0", 130 lbs.
PRs: 3K: 8:40.12 (2022) 5K: 15:18 (indoors) (2021), 8K: 25:16 (2021), Half Marathon: 69:22 (2022), Marathon: 2:30:25 (2019)
Goal races: Boston Marathon,
Goal: Boston Marathon: 2:20 mid/finally break 2:30
M: Off
T: 8 miles @ 7:21 avg
W: 2 mile warmup, 6 x 2 min on @ 5:07 avg/30 second jog recovery, 5K down
TH: 6 miles @ 7:02 avg
F: 7.45 @ 7:33 avg
S: 4.67 miles @ 7:29 avg
Sunday: 1 mile warmup @ 10:04 pace, NYC Half: 69:22
Total: 48.48 Miles
Notes:
Prerace: I had been having horrible heel issues for the past week. My friend that I was staying with let me use her scraper tool and it worked wonders for me. I think it was just an issue with tight calves but as I used it more and more on Friday and Saturday I felt much better.
Race Day:
Early wake up and train ride out to the start. Had no issues getting there which definitely calmed my nerves. The corral is where the issues started to happen. There was no separation between the AA and A corral members. I pushed my way up to the front of my corral and still had people from the A corral trying to put themselves right on the line. It was really frustrating but I figured I'd only have to get around a couple people before I could settle in.
Race Start:
The elites were about 20 meters ahead of us on the start line with us behind a rope. Gun goes off and they drop the rope for us. Immediately a staff member runs in from of our corral yelling that we had to wait 2 minutes. Absolute confusion in our corral as we try to reset our watches. 20 seconds later he says, go go and we're racing I guess. My watch didn't start for about 15 meters and I had no time to reset satellites so this was gonna be an interesting first mile.
Miles 1-4: (5:1?, 5:06, 5:10, 5:00)
In the craziness of the start I find myself being separated from the buddy I was trying to run with. With hills coming in the middle miles I got really cautious and backed off as much as I could. Last thing I needed was ripping a sub 5 mile at mile one. First hill at a half mile was tough but I just focused on staying calm and not over extending myself early. I have no idea what I went through the first mile in but it was most likely just under 5:20. I cruised downhill trying to not get too excited and took the hairpin hard almost coming to a dead stop. Second mile was right where I needed to be, 5:06 as we crested a slight uphill section and proceeded to a gradual downhill section heading to the base of the bridge. I noticed a guy basically matching my stride just behind me and moved over to talk to him for a second. The guys in front of us were slowly coming back to us. Even this early, our decision to not take it out as hard may have paid off.
Miles 5-8: (5:08, 5:04, 5:06, 5:10)
We hit the bridge pretty hard and started to make a move on one of the elites. I felt like I had made a big move here and I was the front of my pack, getting smacked by the wind. As we crested the bridge and went through the downhill I realized I was not alone. A couple guys blazed right past me as we moved down the bridge and I attempted to stay in contact at this point. Crossed through 10K at 32:40, basically equaling the opening 5K split. I stayed pretty strong over the next 2 miles and despite being confused by each mile mark showing a time that was 20 seconds off from what I was running, this was going fairly well. Early on in the race I had made the decision to just race. The course and the windy conditions and lack of pacing groups made it tough to get into any rhythm. So I just focused on the next guy ahead and trying not to let anyone pass me.
Miles 9-11: (5:21, 5:23, 5:31)
As we ran on the lonely FDR, I felt myself start to falter. The quiet highway and the small uphills had begun to take its toll on my muscles. A lingering glute issue from last fall decided to start creeping back up and as each mile passed I just focused on trying to hold on. The time I was looking for was definitely out of reach at this point and I still had a tough couple sections to go. Even at this pace I had an opportunity to PR and no one was really moving past me. If anything I was starting to catch people who were also on the pain train. The run up Broadway was the darkest point for me. While I felt I was running within' myself, my muscles were not having it. I was this far in though so at the very least I'd try to finish strong.
Miles 12-finish: (4:50, 5:13)
It was at this point that the racing really started. A guy I had been running back and forth with over the last couple miles started putting his foot on the gas and I started to move with him. To my surprise I got a second wind and he wasn't gapping me. Mile 12 buzzed and to my surprise it was a 4:50. This pumped me up. I had no idea what I was on pace to run but with some people coming back and another elite bib within striking distance I decided to make my move for home. With 800 to go I charged up the last uphill section and caught up to the elite guy I'd been chasing with the finish line in site. He took one look at me, and kicked it in, completely leaving me in the dust. Crossed the finish line and while it was not the time I wanted I was happy to come away with a PR. 43rd overall in a field of over 22K is also pretty cool
Overall thoughts:
I'm happy with this result and looking at the GAP paces definitely gives me more confidence that I have a big one coming and that I'm ft. 3 miles basically almost sealed my fate but the last 2 salvaged it. I'd happily come back to this race as it's the perfect tuneup ahead of Boston next month.