Monday, May 23, 2011

A 3:18 for Number 19

Hillene, Randi, Rabid

I'm stewing over how to begin this post.  Not sure how to start it.  I don't want to brag, I don't want to boast, but seriously, I kill't the Ogden Marathon.  Kill't it!  I bent that race over and slapped it 'til it cried "UNCLE!"  And then after it cried "UNCLE!" I bent it over again.

Did I win?  Pfft... no.  Did I gain any sponsorships or notoriety?  Nope.  Did I take my age group?  Heaven's no... although if I was just 13 months older, I would have nailed Masters.

I'm just a plain Jane in comparison to the field.  But if you compare it to me, to my past experience and/or performances, I did pretty good.  A 3:18:53 for a spring marathon in the mountains isn't so shabby.  Last year I ran a 3:26.  Proper subtraction-math will let us all know that this year's performance was eight whole minutes faster than last year.  Eight minutes!

Remember that tweaking I talked about?  Yeah, I believe I now have proof that the tweaking worked!  Let's hear it for tweakers!

Before you get the run down of this-here run, let me tell you the story of the weekend.

I have this friend.  We'll call her Randi.  Randi is quite a catch-of-a-friend.  Hillene, Randi, and I decided to spend the weekend together.   Randi was all trained up and rearing to run.  We jumped in the car on Saturday morning, at 4:33am to be exact, and drove to catch the buses.  After about five minutes in the car, Randi, all heart-broken-like, says, "NO.... ! NO....! NO....!  Please.... You are kidding me."  She was on the verge of tears.  Hillene and I pulled out our consolation tones, "What?!  What?!  What?!"

"I brought two right shoes."

"NOOOOOO!"  It was collective angst at this point.  Then we all put on our problem-solving caps and went to work.

"I have an extra pair of shoes!"  said Hillene.  Then I said, "So do I!"

Hillene turned the car around and Randi ran in to fetch the extra shoes.  From the two extra pairs, she was able to find a pair that might work.  And work they did.  She ran an awesome race and qualified for Boston.  Again.  The shoes were a bit small, and she had a few blisters, but she was able to run.

Moral of the story?  I'm bringing an extra pair of shoes every time.


Now let's have some race talk.  I really like the Ogden Marathon.  It's either number one or number two on my list of favorites.  First, I love Ogden.  I could seriously live in Ogden.  Ogden has personality, great eating, and Ogden Canyon.  That canyon has it all... mountains, rivers, lakes, ski resorts... everything.  It's one of the most beautiful places in the world, and a marathon runs right down it.  I could seriously live in Ogden.  I think I'd live in Farr West with the Farr-mers though.  That's close enough to O-Town, right?  Or Eden!  I could really live in Eden, but it's a mountain town at the base of ski resorts and therefore costly.

Anyway,  the last two Ogdens (2009 and 2010) have been a disaster.  I started too fast.  This is a serious problem in marathon running.  If one starts out too fast, they will bonk early.  'Tis the reason that people use that "marathon" metaphor time and time again. One must pace oneself in order to finish strongly.

So this year, I took my own advice.  I kept my sites on mile 17.5.  I reigned in the efforts until this mile 17.5.  I ran to comfort, then purposely backed off.  When mile 17.5 came into view  – and specifically, the downhill part of the course – I put a smile on my face and let go.  Zoom!  From there, I picked off people one at a time.  No one passed me after mile 17.  Cool, right?  Cool!

At mile 19 I walked for about 10 seconds – long enough to pop two Excedrin, which honestly, has become one of the greatest race strategies, like, ever.  Try it some time.  At mile 19, pop yourself two Excedrin and feel what happens.  It's miraculous.  One word of caution, however: Do not... I mean, DO NOT try this the first time on a race.  Make sure you use a couple of Excedrin on a training run before trying it in a race.

So I zoomed down the Ogden Canyon, all smiley and stuff, and then I hopped on the river trail, all smiley and stuff, and then turned on to Grant Avenue for the last mile, still all smiley and stuff.  The last mile hurt a bit, (the last mile of any 26.2 always hurts for some reason.) I finished with vigor, then bent over and began to bawl.

I love to run.  Know that?  I truly love to run.  And I'm grateful that I can run.

Bus ride up... Randi, Rabid

Same bus ride, Docteur Scott (the resident Frenchman) and Hillene

Waiting by the fire.  With a tube of Dave's Zabriskie's signature lube.

That's a yawn, not a yell.  Just to clarify.

Look Ma, no rain clouds!

Found Tina at the finish!


whitneyingram said...

It was the carrot cake.

I always love reading your race posts. They make me proud of you, you lil' tike.

rabidrunner said...

Whitney, that carrot cake is getting it's own post. Hell, it deserves its own holiday.

Winder said...

Of course the last mile of 26.2 hurts. You just ran 25.2 and are still going. You body is saying "Look Moron, I have had enough". Thus the reason it is just best to stop at the end of 100m maybe 200m at most.

However, I am most proud of you. Even if I think you're a bit weird.

Tia said...

GOBS!! I repeat, GOBS!!! with yet another exclamation. Nail it you did, Rabid! And I can't think of a finer nailer to have it happen to! I am pleased as all get out to count you among my fast friends. And this fast has a double meaning. CONGRATS!

lifein360 said...

Just reading your race reports make my legs hurt. I wish I could run but I will leave that up to the pros like you guys. Awesome job. I love that feeling of accomplishment.

AND I can totally relate to the plain Jane category. I am in the average Joe category for all my races.

Ski Bike Junkie said...

I think you made that race your bitch.

One question, though, did you race in the anti-embolism socks?

rabidrunner said...

Junkie, yes I raced in what you call "anti-embolism" socks. Although we refer to them as "compression" socks. They're all the rage. You should try 'em some time.

Ski Bike Junkie said...

I actually have some of those compression socks. I will occasionally put them on for recovery but not for competition. From what I've read, they're like carb depletion before carb loading--they don't really work, but if they make you feel better, why not? (Well aside from looking dorky, but as a cyclist, I live in a glass house in that regard.)

Jessica said...

You are so friggin' gorgeous. It kills me you can look that good first thing in the morning and after running 26.2 miles. Kills me.

I love these race posts. You are a rockstar and I'm lucky I get to be your friend.

Becca said...

That was a fun read! You all rocked that race and one day I hope to have a fun race weekend with you. Thanks for rescuing Randi's feet, they would have been very sad without your extra TLC. And just to satisfy my curiosity, where did the name Randi originate from?

rabidrunner said...

Becca, Randi's name came from her last name. Rad was already taken, so I gave her the next best. (Of course whether that is the next best is up for debate.)

Makell said...

Very few people can rock compression socks like you can! (my friend gets them after she has c-sections and keeps wearing them longer than necessary as a form of birth control). Congrats on a killer time- I would take that any day of the week!

Aubrey said...

Woo hoo! So very proud of you! I can only imagine what that would feel like, I would bawl too. So proud. And if I do say so myself you look gorgeous in every single picture.