Yesterday I ran my 22nd Marathon - the Army Marathon in Killeen, Texas. I squeaked in just under 3:16 at 3:15:47, good for 2nd place female.
The last time I checked in on this blog, I had skipped a workout, unable to shake fatigue from a heavy week prior. One workout led to several skipped workouts, a low mileage week, which unfortunately didn't fix the issue at hand, and I found myself sitting here early last week with a marathon looming on Sunday, still feeling like I had bricks attached to my legs and with very angry hips.
Admittedly this training cycle (or whatever you call it) has had its ups and downs. I either had really great weeks where everything came together or really crappy weeks where running was bad, I made equally poor nutrition choices, didn't get enough sleep and seemed to lose focus completely. Without following a training plan, I found myself teetering on the very fine line between being trained and over-trained by no fault other than my own.
My biggest concern going into the race was the dreaded leg lock feeling I get sometimes which sends my hips into a tizzy, causing me to drag my left leg. The marathon was a point to point, and with my husband traveling and not being able to make it to the race, the last thing I wanted was to end up on the side of the road somewhere in-between Killeen and Belton.
The first thing I did last week was schedule a (long overdue) massage. I have only had 2 massages in my entire life; the idea of a strange person touching me creeps me out, and I am equally bothered by shelling out large amounts of money to do something I don't feel 100% comfortable with. But, I put on my big girl pants and made an appt and it was well worth it.
Going into this race it was important for me run with joy and not put pressure on myself to hit a time on the clock. I needed to be okay with whatever the day brought and not associate my self worth with a finishing time. Of course I had goals I would like to hit, but I too easily fall into the trap of comparing myself to myself which leads to not enjoying the race.
Let me stop and admit something for a moment: my approach to racing has changed dramatically over the past 2 years, and not in a good way. I used to toe the line at races without much of a care or expectation in the world. I had no thoughts of age group awards or PR's - I was simply running because I enjoyed it, and it sure beat a late night hanging out at a bar. When I started to get faster, my perspective started to change. I began toeing the line full of (sometimes unrealistic) expectations for myself. Expectation of another PR. Expectation to place in my age group or to finish a certain place overall. In other words, I stopped being grateful. When I met those goals, it was great. But when I didn't, I felt like a failure. I've been working hard to change this attitude. Equating time on a clock with success all of the time does not make running fun for me. And, when it stops being fun, it's time to either get out or change my attitude. So, I decided to change my attitude and find joy in running regardless of success or defeat. I do not want to be a slave to performance - that's a never ending ride I don't want to take.
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Exhibit A: This was taken in a 10 mile race the week before I ran my marathon. Does it look like I'm having fun?
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Okay, back to the race. My plan was to start off at a pace that I felt comfortable enough being able to maintain throughout. I told myself
if I had anything extra left to give at Mile 20, I would pick up the pace then (HA!).
I won't bore you with a mile by mile replay of my race so here are my splits, along with a few comments.
Splits: 7:19, 7:27, 7:22, 7:22, 7:32, 7:20, 7:36, 7:30, 7:36, 7:36, 7:23, 7:20, 7:24, 7:18, 7:11, 7:26, 7:21, 7:46 (Big HILL), 7:18, 7:23, 7:27, 7:29, 7:33, 7:29, 7:33, 7:19, last .33 at 7:00 pace.
- This was a much tougher course than I expected. Fair, but tough. I should have expected hills, I guess, but there were much more of them than I planned for. I consider myself a fairly strong hill runner, but admittedly have been slacking on my hill training for the past few weeks. The other factor that came into play the last 6 miles was the wind. We were running on the highway, into a headwind. And, let's be honest - running into the wind the last 6 miles of a marathon totally sucks. I don't know how hard it was actually blowing but damn it felt like it was blowing at 50 MPH at that point (obviously an exaggeration but you get the point).
- Miles 5-10 were definite Oh Shit miles for me. My right hip locked up (usually it's my left one so guess my left leg was glad to share the love) and I started dragging my leg as is visible for the drop in pace. I thought I was in for a long day, but all of a sudden at about Mile 11 it went away, and I felt fine for the rest of the race. It was the weirdest thing, but I'm thankful.
- I'm happy with my time. To be honest if you asked me before the race what I would run, I would have said closer to 3:25-3:30. I just wasn't confident in how my body (or mind) was going to hold up. More than being happy with my time, I'm happy that I ran a well executed race and didn't get in over my head. I was tempted to take off at a pace well beyond my reach right now, simply because I've run it before and thought I should be able to run it again. Right? Unfortunately, that's now how it works. By accepting this, I was able to run a pretty evenly split race and not blow up like I have in times past (cough, last weekend, cough cough).
Anyway, running yesterday reminded me how much I love the marathon distance. I look forward to training (properly of course) for my next one in the Fall!
I'm off to Virginia on Thursday to meet my 2 month old nephew, and of course, I am jumping in a local 10k there on Saturday :) Have a great week!
A big congrats to my speedy friend Meredith for taking overall female at yesterday's marathon! She is such an inspiration! Also, a big congrats to Michelle for a huge PR and to Paul for kicking butt in 3:01. Man, I have some fast friends!
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| Michelle & I post-race. Looks like I gotta go bad. Good thing we are close to porta potty's... |
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| Race start. I'm in there somewhere. |