Okay, vat_mans marathon report
I was a good boy on Saturday night didnt have a drink, and went to bed at around ten. The other half was recovering from a virus she had last week, so she was happy to retire early. Despite being pretty nervous for about a week leading up to the marathon, I slept very well, which is unusual the night before a race. I usually ensure I get a good nights sleep on the Friday before, mainly because I expect to struggle for sleep Saturday night.
I got up at about four, and had a good sized bowl of porridge, attended to other personal matters, and went back to bed at about 4:20, and actually managed another hours sleep before getting up at about 5:30.
Had a strong cup of coffee, attended to personal matters again, quick surf of the net, and then at about 6:20, we were away. Partner drove me over to the start in North Sydney, dropped my bag off, and then warmed up, waiting for the start. Bumped into a couple of people I knew who were also running Im part of a loose community of Sydney runners, and weve just started getting our own running singlets which are quite distinctive. Cant say I felt fantastic warming up legs were a little sore, including my troublesome left calf, but actually felt better than my 2km system check jog on Saturday afternoon, which I chose to take as a good sign. I usually go on how my foot landing feels the Kayanos felt like pillows, thats generally a good sign.
Didnt have too much of a hold up at the start, and we were away down Miller Street. I didnt have a big warm up, since I figured with 42.195km I could probably call the first 5km a warm up! I was a little slow to get going initially, but fortunately the start is pretty gentle so it wasnt long before I was cruising along at a shade under 5 min a kilometre pace. Bumped into a couple of people who recognised the new singlet for the community, and had a chat with a woman who knew a common acquaintance I used to go to school with in Melbourne.
Hit the first drink post at the 2.5km mark, and made a point of stopping for fluids at each stop (every 2.5km), water initially, then water and sports drink from 12.5km onwards.
Hit the 10km mark in Centennial Park about a minute ahead of schedule (49 minutes rather than the target of 50). Remembering the advice of a friend who said it was critical to ensure you didnt go out too hard, and carrying a slightly uncomfortable bladder, I elected to make a quick pit-stop to both attend to personal matters, and take the opportunity to calm things down a bit.
Had a chat to a guy who was wearing a GPS watch unit, and caught up with another member of our running community. I ran with him until about the 34km mark, when I dropped off the back of the little pack wed formed.
I felt fantastic from about the 10km mark (toilet stop was a good call) through to about the 25km mark got through the half marathon at about 1 hour 44 minutes 30 seconds, about 5 minutes outside my half marathon PB from May. We were starting to work a bit the headwind had come up since the turnaround point at Randwick, which wed be fighting all morning. Took my first carbo gel at about the 20km mark, and took them probably every 5-7.5km from there onwards.
We hit the start of the Anzac Bridge (the first serious hill at about the 25-26km mark) a touch under 5 min km schedule, and it was here that we started to see our people starting to walk. Its a pretty serious hill there, just at the back of Darling Harbour (Giles might remember it its the ramp at the back of the Imax Theatre there). The Anzac Bridge is a double hill youve got the first climb up onto the overpass, and then another climb up to the peak of the bridge. The second climb took a bit out of me, but I was still feeling pretty good. Had a little emotional touchstone as we went under Victoria Road just under three years ago, I stood right next to the road with my late mother and watched the Olympic marathoners go past she was wearing my replica Ayrton Senna cap (remember the blue Nacional cap?) which freaked out one of the Brazilian runners.
Just on that I should give some emotional background to why I did this to myself. As many of you know, my mother passed away from lung cancer in February last year, after my father died of either stomach or bowel cancer in late 1997 dont get me started on smokers, neither made it to their 60th birthday. Anyway, Mum signed up to work at the 2000 Sydney Olympics as a volunteer towards the end of 1999, before being diagnosed with lung cancer in March of 2000. She went through chemotherapy, and managed to get into remission in time to get to the Olympics to realise her goal of working as a volunteer at Olympic Park Sunday was actually the third anniversary of the opening ceremony, hence the significance of the event
Anyway, I got knocked around a little by the next climb up to Norton Street, and I had a little numbness in my left hand (courtesy of my old neck problem) I managed to recover over the next flat 4-5 km stretch, but I was starting to bleed time away from my 3 hours 30 mins target, and I knew I had to conserve strength for the climb into Five Dock and the rolling hills up Queens Rd through to Concorde.
At the 32km mark (20 miles the spot where the wall lives for a lot of people running marathons) at the back of the Iron Cove we had our first guy carried off in an ambulance.
About a kilometre later, we started the first part of the climb into Five Dock I gently dropped off the back of the group I was in, and once I got to the top of the hill in Five Dock and started to head west along Queens Road to Concord, it was a pretty lonely run from there.
The wind continued to strengthen. Fortunately, Id run this section of the course three weeks ago in even stronger winds, so I knew what to expect. I was keeping a bit of an eye on my pace, as I wanted to ensure I got in under 3h40m.
Theres another big climb from Concord Oval (at about the 37-38km mark) up to Concord Rd that one hurt, and I was starting to hurt in the quads. Lets not talk about how my feet felt. Once I got over that hill, and started to head over Concord Rd to North Strathfield Station, the voices wondering about stopping started I kept telling myself that the disappointment of wimping out would hurt more if I stopped now than if I carried on to the finish, and thinking that my mother had had to endure much more pain than this just to fight to stay alive. I was passing a lot of people who were walking, shuffling, injured along this stretch.
Next to North Strathfield station (about 39km), as we climbed ANOTHER short hill, two police were keeping a very close eye on a guy that looked to be on the verge of passing out. He actually wobbled right in front of me I had to put my hand on his shoulder to make sure we didnt collide. I think his day was done!
My little crisis continued through the 40km mark, as we passed under Homebush Bay Drive and the final fluid stop, and into Olympic Park I struggled onto Sarah Durak Avenue the final hill! and turned right onto Olympic Boulevard, to see the gentle downslope and the finish line. There was a solid crowd there, and the adrenalin started to pump at this point there was no doubt I was going run it home! My pace picked up, and yeah, I got a little teary. Saw a running mate of mine who went nuts when he saw me that helped a lot! Continued to push all the way to the line the announcer was calling the names of people finishing. Crossing the line I yelled YES, with my arms raised cant wait to see the photo!
I walked awkwardly into the finishing area, and saw two guys from the running club. Joined the queue for the after-run massage, which was pretty damned painful, I can tell you, especially when I cramped in the left calf.
So, was it worth all the work and pain? Absolutely. Will I do another marathon? Absolutely. Im planning to do three next year. Am I sore right now? Good god yes yesterday at lunchtime I had a massage that would rate as the most painful hour of my adult life. Im probably as sore today as I was yesterday, but with a little strength returning to my quads, so were progressing.
Just amazing. Im rapt. Would have been nice to get under 3h30m, but given the conditions Im very pleased with around 3h38-39m. I ran the whole way (well, apart from my pitstop at the ten km mark, but the alternative was wetting myself), and I finished well. Cant wait to recover and get after a half marathon but Ill have to. They say it takes 4-6 weeks to recover properly from a marathon. Nuts.