Great to read everybody's stories. Pablo, you've got it right. That was humbling. PS, no sweat man, we were both pretty out of it and if you hadn't been wearing the easiest number to remember in the whole damn field, I would have walked right by you.
At the beginning of this thread, I'd set a goal at 2:45, but as the race got closer, my workouts and a 1:14 half were suggesting maybe, just maybe I had a shot at getting under 2:40.I decided to go out really conservative and see what my legs told me.
Through the first several miles I couldn't get into a rhythm. I felt like it wasn't my day and while I was running easy between 6 and 6:10, I was always expecting the next split to show me a 7:00. I was getting passed by tons and tons of people. Pretty quickly I gave up any hope of sub 2:40 and went back to my earlier goal.
I passed through Wellesley and in the quiet after the screaming stopped, I noticed my legs were already feeling really heavy. I had 20 mile legs with 13 miles to go. I went through the half under 1:20, but with the feeling that there was no way I was gonna hold it together much longer.
I kept pulling back the throttle to avoid a really ugly run down Boylston, but the splits kept staying in the same range. Then I got to the Newton Firehouse and a funny thing happened. I started passing people. Lots of them. I train on the flat, so this was a big surprise.
When I hit mile 21 with the hills behind me, I started hoping. Not believing, but hoping. Then 22 and 23 passed in 12 minutes. Then 24 and 25 in about the same. 26 was full steam and I was falling apart. Took me a couple seconds to get my wits about me after the finish, so I wasn't sure about my time until my dad called a half hour later and told me I'd made it under 2:40 with some time to spare.
While I wish I'd had one of those days where you just feel amazing, I think feeling not-so-hot early on is what made my race. It forced me to be even more conservative than I would have.