TL;DR
The experience was electrifying... the crowd support all along the course, the HeartBreak Hill, the feeling of running down folks on Boylston street... hadn't dreamt of that atmosphere in a marathon. Went in with a goal of 2:59:59, ran 3:19:59. One of my toughest marathons in the last 4 years. I can point at humidity or the cough/cold that I was carrying for the disappointing result; but not sure that it equates to the 16 minute positive split that I landed on.
Details:
Saturday:
- Landed at Boston on Saturday morning. Didn't sleep in the red-eye because two gentlemen seated a row behind me decided that they wanted to speak about options to double their money in 3 years for the whole duration of the flight.
- My sore throat got way worser, to the point where I was asking for warm water from the flight attendants every half an hour.
- Checked into the hotel and got in a few hours' worth of sleep before going out to Quincy market, Hanover St. (Mike's pastry is yummy) and a friend's suburban palace for dinner :).
Sunday:
- Some more site-seeing in Boston.
- Picked up my bib, met RRR and picked up the most interesting looking headband [Thanks man].
- Got my legs massaged by AirRelax, that thing is legit!!
Race day:
I had managed to snag a seat on one of the Hopkinton club buses. That meant that I did not have to wait at the Athletes' village. I basically went from hotel to the pick-up point at 7:45 am, got driven down to near the start line, used the porta-potty inside the bus, and then straight to the starting line.
Because of the heat and humidity situation, I had decided to carry a 500ml bottle of Maurten fluid and 4 ToRQ gels for consumption every 5.5 miles. The goal was to sustain the 500 ml bottle for atleast 2 hours into the marathon.
Mile splits:
7:06, 6:51, 6:52, 6:47, 7:04
6:55, 6:52, 7:04, 6:57, 7:07
7:04, 6:59, 7:02, 7:01, 7:16
6:47, 7:24, 7:36, 7:32, 7:56
8:36, 8:23, 7:41, 8:46, 8:49
9:10, 8:13 (pace for last 0.6 miles)
5K: 21:54
- Ran the first mile at 7:06 pace. I was feeling very claustrophobic with the number of people that were running alongwith me. Was worried that I was going to get tripped from behind and my Boston marathon will end in the first mile.
- As I ramped up the pace to get to MP in the 2nd mile, realized that 6:51pace was feeling harder than usual. Chalked that down to being too amped up about Boston. Hoped that things will get better in the next couple of miles.
- Hit the 5K mat. Effort is way up there..beginning to realize that I should probably reset my goal a little bit.
10K: 43:45
- In this phase, I had already decided in my head that I should start getting conservative and shoot for a 3:03 goal or sub 7 pace.
- My heart rate at this time had already breached 170, which is basically half marathon territory for me.
- I had gobbled up half of my water bottle in the first 10k..very, very thirsty at this point.
- Took my 1st gel here.
15K: 1:05:42
- Not thinking much, just plodding along.
- Trying to keep the effort and pace consistent with a 3:03 (sub 7:00) goal.
- Beginning to evaluate if I should just think of a PR (so sub 3:05)
- Finished up my bottle of water here, way ahead of schedule.
Half: 1:32:49
- Still convinced that I can negative split a a little bit and still hit the 3:05 - 3:06 range, which will guarantee me a BQ for 2020.
- It is beginning to feel hard though, so I chalk that down to general marathon tiredness. Also, hope that the ladies on the course in Wellesley will perk me up.
25K: 1:50:19
- Beginning to start thinking about bonking. Hoping that I can at least hit 3:10, 3:15 - I don't know.
- My last good mile happened here, as I find a friend who looked stronger than me. Ran down the downhill after Wellesley with some zeal, thinking that "If I can stick along with him, I can still hit a 3:10 - 3:15".
40K: 3:07:46
- Had accepted the fact that I am not running the marathon I envisioned.
- Lots of walking and lots of drinking gatorade, running was limited to "let me get to the next mile marker and then I can walk"
- Saw a friend on his haunches at mile 23. Asked him if he wants to run with me. Threw down a 7:41 mile. The friend waved me on just as we hit the mile marker. I slowed down again, with no desire to run any faster.
Finish: 3:19:59
- Heard and saw my family just before I turned left into Boylston. The only reason I heard my daughter in the midst of all the cheering from the spectators was because she was yelling "Dad" "Dad" in our native language :).
- The run on Boylston street was amazing. Felt a little bit emotional, just as I had felt 6 years back, when I finished my first marathon.