So, I made it through another marathon weekend. Although, I didn't go the full 26.2 this year, I still had a lot of fun and was able to feel pretty fulfilled in the task I had completed by the time all was said and done.
Despite not feeling any twinge of anxiety or elation in the days leading up to the race, when it came down to it I still had trouble sleeping the night before and all the same worries of "will I sleep right through the alarm and miss the race?" came back in the hours before it started. Alas, I had no problem getting there and was able to get to the start line in plenty of time.
I wasn't able to find my friends from work who were running, so the 10 or so minutes before the start were just as awkward as always...people all standing around filled with nervous energy...trying to stretch and bumping into each other...wondering who the jackass in the red getup and flashing lights is (that's me, BTW).
When the gun fired and the race started, I was glad to be moving but a bit frustrated by the lack of breathing room. As someone who does all his training alone and simply doesn't care much for crowds, it's a little tough to get going when there are 70 year old women walking in front of you, not paying attention. This density of runners continued for the first 2.5 to 3 miles, which made it a little difficult to keep a steady pace, but yet I tried my best to just push along at a steady clip.
I was aiming to finish in 2 hours, with no real idea of whether that were actually possible. I knew to do it, I would have to run really close to a 9:00 min per mile pace, which is a good deal quicker than what I usually train at...but I was determined to at least give it a shot.
I got a chance to see Heidi and Miles as I wrapped around Broadway at the Beach, which was fun, since she wasn't able to make it in time for the start. As I passed mile 3 I was able to spread out a bit more, and I spent the next mile or so trying to find a nice open space to run and trying to decide who I was going to aim to follow the next 10 or so miles.
By mile 4 I had realized I was right about on pace for my 2 hour goal, but it was still too early to feel really good about that, since I could tell that I was already pushing myself more than normal. I thought "If I can just keep this pace up through 8 miles, I should be right around 1:14 on the clock, and then maybe I can shoot for 12 miles from there."
I was getting a bit hot from the vest I was wearing, and thought I'd get a chance to pass it off to Heidi around mile 5, but never did see them again until the end. Still, just after that I took the oppurtunity to lighten the load of my vest by drinking down the Monster energy shot I was carrying in the pocket. From that point on I was carrying a cell phone, tissues, my remote to unlock the car and an armband in the pocket of that vest but it seemed to weigh signifcantly more than those items at some points. Probably not the best idea, but I wasn't about to throw it down somewhere and chance my car key not being there when I came back for it.
Anyway, after getting a boost from my energy drink I trucked on through miles 6-9 at a very good pace. I was feeling good and I kept keying in on different people trying to stay with them or to catch those ahead of me. This varied from "too skinny girl in the white" to "folks with hambruger hats on" to "athletes ministry guy with all the tattoos" and even "teenage cross country kids in all pink." I never did catch those damn pink cross country kids, BTW, but I did end up following tattoo guy until about mile 11 where he eventually smoked me (considering he was in MUCH better shape than me, I didn't feel too bad).
Around mile 10 I really started to doubt if I could continue the pace I had been going at (which was somewhere between 8:30 and 9:00) but I pushed through a side stitch and kept at it for another mile. By 11, I was not doing well. Legs were not working so well...calves were aching...vest weighed about 65 pounds...Course turned slighty uphill (who knew there were inclines in Myrtle Beach?)
I thought Heidi and crew would be waiting for me between miles 11 and 12 but I never saw them. That's when I about lost it. I wanted rid of that stupid vest I had been carrying SO bad, but had to strap it back on and keep moving. I felt like I was going about 2 miles an hour at that point and everyone seemed to be passing me, but when I checked my iPod, it told me my pace was in the 9:45 range and I still had a chance at hitting the 2-hour mark.
But despite that encouraging news, I had pushed myself too far and couldn't seem to pick up the pace for the last 3/4 of a mile. I simply took off my headphones, put my head down and willed my legs to move, figuring if it was meant to be, I'd make it. As I rounded the corner into the chute at BB&T Coastal Field I saw Heidi and Miles waiting for me in the distance, and at this sight I DID pick up the pace ever so slightly. I waved a quick hi to the boy as I passed and I pushed on, finishing with something resembling a gallop. The time on the big clock said something like 2:01:38.
I knew I had to be close, because I was aways back at the start and my own clock had been about 1:30 behind the master clock all along. I crossed, reached into my pocket, fumbled with the ipod headphones and armband and hit pause on my own clock...it read 2:00:08. "Is it possible it just took me 8 seconds to get that out of my pocket?" I thought. I knew it was gonna be close.
I got my medal, post race snack, drink etc. Smiled for a few pictures and stood around for another hour or so watching my friends and the marathon winners finish, but the whole time I was left wondering whether I had broken 2:00:00 or not. I got home, ate, showered, napped, etc. and still I wondered.
When I finally checked the marathon site around 4:30 p.m. that evening I looked through the sea of names and found mine. Here's what it read:
908 49 2282 Christopher Mowder 28 M Myrtle Beach SC 1:18:54 2:00:05 2:01:26 9:16
This means I was the 908th overall finisher in the half marathon (out of 2829). I was 49th in the 25-34 age division. My time was 1:18:54 at the 8-mile mark, my final time on the big race clock was 2:01:26, and my official race chip time was 2:00:05.
5 seconds over! Something tells me that if I had known this all along I could have pushed myself to run 6 seconds faster. Still, at a final pace of 9:16 per mile the whole thing sure felt like a victory...after all I DID finish in two hours...but yet I would have felt that much better about the whole experience had that chip read 1:59:59.
I guess there's always next year.

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