Rocket City Marathon

The Rocket City Marathon has a sentimental value to me.  It was my first marathon,which turned out to be a positive experience.  I was hoping to run 2:30 that year (2010) and ended up running 2:27:08 and felt really strong at the end.  It was then supposed to then grant me the best running experience of my life, qualifying for the Olympic Marathon Trials last year, but a sickness decided to take me out two days before the race. With Houston five weeks away, I debated running this as a faster long run to get another feel for the distance and hopefully pick up a little bit of money.

 

Before deciding to run, I consulted three different people.  It was a little bit funny because their individual views and personalities showed in their answers.  First, I asked Mark Hadley.  Mark is a really knowledgable guy who has a passion for the sport.  He has a knack for making the scientific sound simplistic.  He is a coach to a few elite runners, as well your average joes. His site is a really valuable resource, so I figured he'd be a good guy to ask.  He told me that while he would not suggest it in an optimal build-up, it could be doable, and used to my advantage as long as I kept it under control and ran three easy days before and three to four easy days afterward.

I then asked Camille Herron, who is a 2:37 marathoner and new world record holder.  I haven't talked to her much over the last few years but I used to talk to her way back in the dyestat.com and aol instant messenger days.  She ran a really solid marathon at Dallas a couple of years ago and came back to run very well at the Mississippi Blues Marathon about a month later.  She runs a ton of marathons and her advice was that it was definitely doable and that I could run really well at Rocket City and come back and smoke Houston.  It was a great confidence booster!

My last person I asked was Fernando Cabada.  I've never talked to him before but I always liked his confidence and "real" mindset.  He ran Rocket City as a long progression run last year and then came back five weeks later and ran 2:11 at the US Olympic Trials.  Since that was exact time frame I was looking at, I figured he would have some good input.  He said that it didn't take much out of him and he was able to work out hard the following Wednesday.  His advise was to definitely keep it under control.  He must like this method because he ran a 2:19 the week before Rocket City and six weeks before Houston, which he is planning on making a run at sub 2:10.

With the "approval" of those three, I decided to give it a go.  My plan was to take my normal marathon race fuel during the actual race, but keep it very relaxed and under control.  Under ideal weather, I was planning on running 2:25-2:30, with obviously a slower time better,  but since I was running for money, I couldn't just jog.

I had a very hard week of training the week before, which was also probably one of my best weeks ever.  I planned on a really hard workout the Tuesday before, but I axed that shortly into it.  I then tried another workout on Wednesday, and ran a 11.5 mile moderate progression run.  During the week of the marathon, I was planning on getting in about 110-115 miles.

I constantly checked out the top seeds page on the Rocket City homepage and saw that I was seeded first.  That gave me a little bit of pressure because I was the "favorite" but wasn't planning on winning.  The #2 seed was Geoffrey Terer, who I considered to be the favorite.  After doing some Google stalking, I found that he runs mainly half-marathons.  He consistently runs in the 65 minute range, but wins by a small margin.  That showed he was probably just running hard enough to win and had a lot left in the tank.  He even had a win over Patrick Cheptoek, who I have never come close to beating.  Based on my current fitness, I felt like I could beat Geoffrey in a flat-out marathon race, but I didn't expect to beat him with the effort I was going to give.

Behind Geoffrey were Jay Stephenson and Wojciech Kopec.  I expected to run primarily with Jay.  He ran some really fast times several years ago but hasn't been racing a ton.  I saw that he broke 70 in the half this past fall and felt like he would run around 2:30.  He's a pretty consistent racer, so I figured he'd  be a good person to run with.

Wojciech graduated from Harding (my old college) and has never run a marathon.  In college, he was better at the 3k/5k and seemed to struggle some in the longer distances.  Because of that, I felt like he would go out hard (rookie mistake) and then fade the last 10k and finish somewhere around 2:35.  I was happy with the entries because I felt like I could get 2nd place and run around 2:28.

After school, Mary, Kate and I headed down to Huntsville.  Unfortunately, we hit a ton of traffic and didn't get in until around 7pm.  I always forget stuff when I go somewhere, which for this trip included my pair of racing socks and body-glide.  My only other pair of socks were knee-high compression, so that meant I would have to wear the same pair two days in a row.  No biggie.  I had a pass to the dinner and when I saw it was about to close, I sprinted to my room, threw down my bags and ran back downstairs so I could make it in time.  I also got grumpy because I another Kenyan, in addition to Geoffrey.  Who was that guy?

After Mary settled in with Kate, they came down to join me.  I downed 2.5 plates of spaghetti, a cup of Gatorade and a piece of carrot cake.  At dinner, I saw Jay and we talked strategy a bit.  We talked roughly about going out in 1:14ish for the first half, which sounded perfect to me.

After dinner, I was still really hungry, so I ate a couple of energy bars that I bought at the expo.  I then headed to my old Hood to Coast teammate, Ethan Coffey's, room because his girlfriend, Julia, was going to be my fuel girl.  The plan was to take a gel bottle at miles 7, 12 and 19.  I was going to stuff an extra one in my back pocket and take it around 3-4 miles in. Everything was set and I headed up to my room for bed, but unfortunately I got a random phone call which basically consisted of:

Caller: Why did you hit my car and leave a note with your number on it?
Me: What are you talking about man? I didn't hit your car.
Caller: Yeah you did, my tail light and bumper is all busted up.
Me: Well it wasn't me
Caller: Who's your insurance?
Me: Geico, you could save 15% or more if you switched over.
Caller: Geico? You lie man.  If you didn't leave a note, who did?
Me: The Geico gecko

And then I hung up. Fortunately he didn't call back.

There was not just one additional Kenyan, but two new ones entered, so I did some Google research.  The first, Reuben Mwei, was a stud at Adams State College and has been running very well on the roads.  Jay told me he thought he heard Reuben was hurt, so he probably wouldn't show up.  However, if he did, I knew that would be another guy ahead of me.

The other was Peter Kemboi, who is also a tough runner.  But he's run a ton of marathons this year, including the Philadelphia Marathon just a few weeks ago in 2:29, so I knew he would be tired.  My hope for him was that he would hang with the leaders and then I could pick him off the last 10k and snag third.

Shortly before heading to bed, I started getting a super hunger attack. I then looked on my phone for the closest fast food place and saw that McDonald's was less than a mile away.  I drove there and ordered my usual, a McDouble, without pickles and a small fry.  I then devoured my food, took a couple of Benadryl and headed to bed.

I woke up a couple of times in the middle of the night with a pretty bad headache.  But whenever I have headaches at night, they are gone in the morning.  I was also insanely thirsty, so I chugged a 32 oz. Gatorade and then went back asleep.

My alarm woke me up at 5:30am and I still had a killer headache.  I knew it was probably due to dehydration because I ate a lot of carbohydrates yesterday and drunk very little fluid.  Before this, my plan was to cut off my beverages at 6:30am, so I could pee it all out before the race, but I knew I was in "fluid debt" and needed to drink a lot.  I drunk another 32 ounces over the next 1.5 hours but still had my headache.  Along with the water, I had my customary coffee and ate two Powerbars.

At 7:00am, I decided to walk around outside for a while and then at 7:30am, I started a very easy mile jog.  I was crawling, but luckily, my headache was going away.  I saw several of my Nashville running friends, as well as several more from the Hendersonville Running Club.

I then ran into my old former teammate, Janet Cherebon-Bawcom who ran the 10k for the United States this past Olympics.  I was worried she was going to jump in and smoke me, but fortunately, she was just there to cheer.  Janet ran the Rocket City Marathon several times in the past and two years ago, when I started training hard again, it was my sole motivation to not get beat by her.

 

Finally it was time to start.  The weather was right at 55 degrees, which was pretty warm.  When the gun shot off, the pace was crawling.  We were probably going close to 7:00 pace the first half mile. Everyone bunched together and then some guy with a really weird European accent was rambling about his seven kids and how all five were sick the other night, so he was busy taking all of their temperatures at 2am.  I then noticed he was running in Crocs (yes, Crocs).  Whatever floats your boat I guess but I can't see how those would be any more comfortable than a pair of racing shoes.

Image: Eric Schultz | eschultz@al.com

We went through the first mile in a 6:11. It's funny, 6:11 pace normally feels pretty fast on a non-racing day, but here, it felt like 10 minutes.  We were still really bunched up and went through the next mile in 6:01.  Finally, people started to get a bit antsy and we were running in the mid 5:30s, which dropped all but a few people.  At three miles, I decided I didn't need my Powergel, so I tossed it aside.  Shortly afterward, Wojciech apppeard to be annoyed by the slow past as he shot off and we all let him go.  He probably dropped a 5:20 the next mile, which is way too early to make a move, especially for a marathon rookie.

I hung with Peter, Geoffrey and Tim Richard.  The two Kenyans started to pick it up a little bit and I wasn't sure what I was going to do.  I didn't know if they would keep a constant pace, so I decided to stick with Tim and worry about the guys up front later.  There was a pretty strong headwind at this point but we ran side-by-side.  The unspoken man rule is that if it's windy, you can only draft on someone if there is more than two runners right ahead of you.

We ran together the next couple of miles before I started to branch off.  At seven miles, I was supposed to get my first fuel bottle.  I was a little scatterbrained and completely forgot.  I ran past the water stop and wondered why a girl was yelling my name.  I then remembered I was supposed to get my bottle but it was too late.  My next "delievery" wasn't until 12 miles, so I decided to drink a little bit of Gatorade at the next couple of water stops but all that really did was tie-dye my singlet.

Shortly before 10 miles, you take a right turn onto a highway, that is 4.5-5 miles long.  At this point, I was a little over 30 behind the trio of Wojciech, Peter and Geoffrey.  I felt bad for Wojciech because they were drafting off him in, in a single-file line, without sharing the work. But it's a race and I guess he could have slowed down until someone made passed him.

On this stretch, I was feeling pretty decent at got my fuel bottle at 12 miles.  I made myself down it all because I know I needed the fluid and carbs.  I could tell I was slowly catching up to them and shortly before halfway, I latched on.  I debated passing them but since I fought the wind for so long, I felt sticking behind would be fine for now.  They were running a good bit slower than I was, so I enjoyed the relax in pace.  We went through halfway in 1:13:22, which was perfect.  It felt easy and relaxed and I had a lot left.

Once we left the highway, the headwind went away.  Unfortunately, that meant it felt a lot hotter.  At this point, I debated taking off my shirt and tucking it into my shorts but I was scared it would fall out and I didn't want to scare all of the little children with my pastiness.  It was in the lower 60s at this point, which sounds ideal to the non-runner, but anything much over 50 will slow you down, with 35-40 being my favorite marathon weather.

Wojciech took some kind of tablet or something and I asked him if they were Polish steroids (he's from Poland) but he joked that they were American steroids.

At this point, I was helping him with the pace, with the two Kenyans on our backs. I couldn't read Peter very well but Geoffrey was very relaxed.    In a couple of miles, Wojciech fell back several seconds, which I thought was the end of him.  I told the Kenyans that there was only one mzungu left, and was going to stick with the pace until at least 20 miles.  Wojciech ended up rallying back and at 17 miles, I got my second fuel bottle.  Since it had a light brown appearance, I told the Kenyans that it was Tusker Beer (largest brewery in Africa and located in Kenya) and asked if they wanted any.  Geoffrey started at the bottle and then gave me a weird look but didn't want any.

Around 20 miles, I was still feeling really good and to be honest, was getting bored with the monotony of it all, so I dropped the pace down to the lower 5:20s,  which dropped Wojciech, with the mile after that around 5:20 and then the next around 5:15, which dropped Peter.  I told Geoffrey that if we could keep it up for a few minutes longer, we would drop them for good.

At 21 miles, he made a big move and motioned for me to go with him.  I debated my two options.  #1: Run the last 4-5 miles at 5:00 pace and try to drop Geoffrey but also put a lot more pounding on my body or #2: Run just hard enough to get second.  Winning would net me an additional $250 but killing myself the last few miles would probably mean a slower post-race recovery.  And even if I ran that hard, I may not be able to win.  Because of that, I decided to run for second.

Geoffrey put about 10s on me with every mile and I noticed Wojciech was rallying back again.  At 23 miles, I only had about 15 seconds on him, so I tried to keep it around that distance.  At this point of the course, there is a lot of turns, so I was able to constantly keep a gauge on things.  At 24 miles, he was still close but in the 25th, he started to fall back some and I was able to really relax in the last mile to finish 2nd in 2:26:16 with Geoffrey winning in 2:25:18, Wojciech third in 2:27:24 and Peter 4th in 2:29:58.

Image: Eric Schultz | eschultz@al.com 

After I crossed the line, my plan was to turn my hotel tub into an ice bath, sit in that for about 15 minutes while chugging liquid calories and then put on my compression shorts and socks (too much mixed science on whether or not those work but I wasn't taking a chance). But when I crossed the line, I felt really bad and similar to how I felt at the US Half-Marathon Championships.  My head was pounding, my eyes were really sore and my stomach didn't want anything in it.

I wasn't feeling like an ice bath, so I took a hot shower instead.  I tried to drink some recovery drink, but that made me feel like throwing up, so I only got about 150 calories of it down.  I then laid down in bed and took a 1.5 hour nap.  I was expecting to feel like death when I woke up, but I felt pretty decent.  I then headed downstairs to try and get some food in my stomach while waiting for the awards ceremony.  I ran into Wojciech who told me that he barely got in any runs over 13 miles and hasn't been running a ton.  With that being his first marathon, off of that training, he ran really well.  He seemed really motivated and wants to go back home to Poland to train for a while, before trying some training in Kenya.  With his talent, I feel he will be under 2:20 in a year for sure.

Top 5 men in order (right to left)

Overall, I would consider it a successful performance.  I was worried that only getting about 20-24 oz. of fluid and only 200 calories during the race, and then not getting much shortly afterward would put a bigger pounding on me but I felt good.  I should have had a back-up plan in-case and had a goal fluid and calorie amount.  Most people drink too much fluid in a race and drinking to thirst is your best bet but I feel like I didn't drink enough.  Some random tidbits/thoughts on the race, future, etc.

-Need to practice drinking out of cups.  I tried to drink a little bit out of several of them but it didn't work too well.  If I don't have help in Houston, I need to be prepared.

-Need more runs in my Grid Type A5's.  I ran both of my prior marathon in the A4s, but the 5s are about an 1/2 ounce lighter.  My feet and calves felt a little stressed towards the end because of the pounding, so I need to get them adapted to it.

-I need more marathon fitness.  I feel like this race will be a "super-compensation" run but I could tell I still need some more of that down-and-dirty endurance.

-5:10-5:15 pace is going to feel fast and I need to be prepared.  I haven't done much work at that pace yet due to some sickness and training fatigue.  I've done a lot of stuff at around half-marathon pace (about 5% faster than MP)  and some long, enduring stuff at around 90-95% of MP but I haven't zoned-in on the pace I actually plan on running.

"Balanced" mile splits: 6:11, 6:01, 5:34, 5:35, 5:25, 5:39, 5:28, 5:33, 5:27, 5:26, 5:22, 5:32, 5:31, 5:45 (first full mile with the pack), 5:44, 5:39, 5:49, 5:28, 5:23, 5:20, 5:17 (bye-bye Geoffrey), 5:26, 5:35, 5:33, 5:38, 5:43, 1:17 (.2)

For you people on the fence about Rocket City, you should definitely run it.  It's cheaper than most marathons and you get more than your value worth.  You get an information book, along with course maps mailed to you before the race, you get a huge finisher's medal, age group awards are five deep, you get a free finishers certificate, hat and finishing photo and they always have great pre-race speakers (Bill Rodgers this year, Dick Beardsley last year).  This is a race put on to give everyone a positive and valuable experience, rather than trying to nickel-and-dime you for everything.

Rocket City Fail

Since the Country Music Marathon, I have been focused completely on running under the Olympic Marathon Trials standard of 2:19. Originally, my plan was to attack the standard at the Chicago Marathon. The Chicago Marathon is one of the most competitive marathons in the world and word on the street was that there were a tons of guys going for the time there. My summer training didn't go completely according to plan and once school and cross country practice started, I was too mentally exhausted and pushed for time to get in the necessary training. I had a really positive experience at the Rocket City Marathon in 2010, so I figured that I would make my assault on sub 2:19 there.

Since the Rocket City Marathon was about two months after Chicago, I had to adjust my training a good bit so I could time my peak perfectly and not arrive on the starting line too stale. I backed off training for a bit and then did a short speed phase to get my motor to where it needed to be before starting my eight week marathon cycle to build the necessary fitness to make my assault.

My first marathon workout went very well. A little over a week later, I ran 66:54 in the half marathon, which was only a few seconds away from the Tennessee State Record. That time pointed towards being in around 2:21 marathon shape, which was really motivating because I felt I was far from peak shape. I then got in several 110+ mile weeks and three weeks after the half marathon, broke the 10 mile state record by a very large margin, running 50:09. I used that race as a training run being it was the 7th day of a 120+ mile week and ran with a controlled steadiness. I had a ton left in the tank and felt like I could have run under 49:00 if I really went after it. With exactly four weeks to go, I knew I was very close to, if not under 2:19 shape. The race was rapidly approaching and I was really looking forward to it. Before Huntsville last year, I was terrified of the marathon distance. At the Country Music Marathon, I didn't really have a strategy until the gun went off and wasn't sure if I would even race that hard. However for this marathon, I was very hungry and ready to attack.

With two weeks to go, I began my taper. My normal taper is about a 20% reduction in volume two weeks out and then I reduce the volume about 40% for the last week. It's a very generic taper but it has worked very well for me in my prior marathons. With exactly a week to go, I ran my last "quality" workout, which was a few seconds per mile faster than my other marathon workouts, despite running much more relaxed. I knew my body was rested and ready to go.

Before a major race, I'm always paranoid about becoming sick. Deep down inside, I thought I had nothing to worry about because I'll catch something about once a year and because I came down with something a couple of months ago, I figured I had paid my dues. Despite that, I was doing my best to play it safe. At church that Sunday, there was an overly coughy guy behind me, so I got up, went to the bathroom, and washed my hands.

At school, I never use hand sanitizer but the week of the race, I would use it every few minutes. I also usually get a kid to fill up my water bottle for me a couple of times a day. Traditionally, I will pick a girl because I figure they pick their nose less and are less "germy." Since I was not taking any chances this week, I even made them wash their hands before touching my bottle. On one occasion, one of my "water girls" coughed while carrying my bottle towards the cafeteria, so I called her back, washed the bottle and then chose someone else. With all of these precautions, I felt I would be perfectly safe.

Wednesday night, I started to feel a trickle in my nose. A couple of hours later, that turned into a constant drip and I knew things were about to get much worse. Mary tried to reassure me but I knew that a sickness was beginning and it would probably reach it's peak on Saturday...the day of my race. As time wore on Thursday, I felt progressively worse. Later that night, I had a fever and stayed up pretty late because I figured I wouldn't be able to race. However, I planned to still see what happened and on Friday morning, I was Huntsville bound with Mary, Chris Herren and my own personal fuel man, Vance Pounders.

When we got finally arrived, I tried to lay down for a bit. I wasn't really sleepy or anything, I just wanted a temporary escape from reality. Later on, I went on a short shakeout run with Chris and Vance, in which I felt really weak. I still planned to toe the line but was debating between still attacking 2:19 or running a controlled 2:25 or so, to get the third place prize money and then try another marathon a couple of months later. Deep down inside, I didn't think I'd have a shot at 2:19, or even be able finish in third place, but I figured I'd attempt it anyway.

After hearing about my friend and running partner, Doug Boomer's pasta primavera gone wrong experience, I decided to shy away from the pre-race pasta party and made my own dinner. I attempted to eat some pasta but had no appetite at all. I forced down a few bites and ate some Bojangles fries, which are never too difficult to force down. After tossing and turning for a couple of hours, I was able to finally fall asleep.

When I woke up that morning, I had a terrible migraine headache. I don't get bad ones very often but when I do, life is not very fun at all. A side effect of them is that I have a lot of nausea and can't eat anything. Because the marathon requires every ounce of energy you have and more, I knew I had to force down some food. I was able to eat half of a Clif Bar but couldn't eat anything more. A few minutes after eating, my nausea became much worse and shortly after that, I went to the bathroom and lost my Clif Bar and much more. Because I lost all of my morning calories, as well as my fluids, I knew I was in no condition to race, or even finish a marathon. I was really depressed but that's how life treats you sometimes.

Because Chris wanted us to help him out with some fuel support, we went out to watch the start of the race. At this point, I was mad and not in very good spirits but when the race started and I saw everyone run by, I lost it and had to walk away for a few minutes. Being on that starting line and taking my shot at the standard was my journey that I worked for and deserved. Knowing that the opportunity was literally running away from me without even be allowed a shot felt completely unfair. I don't mind falling on my face and failing but not even getting a shot to chase the time after putting in so much work and being very fit was gut wrenching and unfair.

That ended my bid for the 2012 Olympic Marathon Trials. In both of my marathons, I felt like I overachieved based off what my training told me I was capable of. For this race, I KNEW I was in at least 2:19 shape, which made things very hard for me. But for now, I won't get a chance to qualify for the Trials until the window opens up again in a couple of years. I expect to take a shot at it again but a lot can happen in two years and age is not on my side.

However, I did not want all of my hard work to go to waste, so I had to find a new marathon. I knew the Jacksonville Marathon was the next weekend and like Rocket City, it was flat and fast. I also felt like I would be able to some decent money and Tom Dolan and Boomer even volunteered to come down with me. But I wasn't sure how recovered I'd be and knew I would have a hard time getting amped up for a race a week later when I was in such a mental low.

I also thought about the Mercedes Marathon in February but I didn't want to continue to train hard for that much longer and because the Chicago Marathon was my original plan, felt like I could become stale by then. After looking around online, the Mississippi Blues Marathon struck my interest. It was exactly four weeks away, which gave me time to recover and get in a couple hard weeks of training. I emailed them and was able to get into the race, as well as a hotel for a couple of nights. The race also is pretty competitive, which makes things more tactical and fun. With Rocket City, I was focused on racing the stopwatch and looked at it as a time trial. Those type of races aren't particular fun, so I welcomed the idea of some good old fashioned head-to-head racing.

Unfortunately, the race is very, very hilly and much more hilly than the Country Music Marathon. To make matters worse, I'm a pretty bad hill runner. However, I have enough time to sprinkle in some small changes into my training to become a little more efficient over the hills. Running well there won't give me a chance to run in the Olympic Trials but hopefully with a good race, I can end this never-ending training cycle on a positive note.

Rocket City Marathon

Finally, it's time for the race that motivated me back into running. I've been terrified of racing the marathon for a long time and I spent the last month before the race doubting myself and being completely nervous. With the shorter races, you can have a strategy and know what to expect and know how each mile should feel. With the marathon, the Grim Reaper can call your name almost anytime he wants, and that's what concerned me the most. You can't plan when you run low on carbohydrates, aka: hitting the wall. I've always feared the unknown and like to know exactly what to expect. With the marathon, all bets are off.

The course at Rocket City is pretty fast. There are only a few small hills with the only downside being that there's over 70 turns. This is actually a good thing because I zone out on the long straightaways, while courses with a lot of turns help me to focus on smaller segments. The race is also pretty inexpensive (just $65), hotels are very reasonable in the area (I think I paid $75 for a nice suite) and the people in charge of the race do a great job. A few weeks before the race, they mail all of the competitors a detailed information packet with all of the information you could ever want to know about the race and course and after the race, they mail you a free picture of you crossing the line. Probably my favorite thing about the course is that at least 75% of it is run through neighborhoods, which I tend to really enjoy.

My plan for the race was to stick with Ted Towse, who I did a lot of my long runs with, for the first 13.1, which we planned to hit around 1:14:30. I felt like I was very fit about six weeks ago, but my training the last three weeks wasn't very good and I had two recent workouts go badly. However, all that was in the past and I was really focused on the race. The top five runners got prize money and I thought with a really solid race, I could maybe sneak into the top five.

The weather seemed to be perfect. Temperatures were in the lower 40s and would heat up to the upper 40s by the end of the race. I had Maureen Manning from the Athletes House handing me my race fuel (Vanilla Gu dissolved into a water bottle) every other water stop until about 20 miles, which would be four times. Ted and I ran for about five minutes around the hotel and then did some light drills. When we got to the race, we ran for another mile or so and after several strides, it was time to race.

When the gun went off, a lot of people shot out. Ted and I settled into around 15th-20th place and hit the mile together in 5:34. I freaked out because I wanted to keep the miles no faster than 5:40, so I put on the brakes. We ran 5:48 that next mile and I didn't want to slow down, so I picked it back up and ran the third mile in 5:32. Like a creature of habit, I made the acceleration-deceleration a habit because I ran the next few miles in 5:48, 5:35, 5:46, 5:30, 5:40. The first few miles were pretty windy and Ted was probably getting tired of my bad pacing, so he told me to go ahead and I left him in the 6th or 7th mile.

When I went off on my own, there was a pack about 30 seconds ahead of me that I wanted to try and catch but I made myself be very slow and methodical about it. The thing I love about shorter races is that you can make moves and attacks but I still had a ton of running left and increasing the pace too much would burn off some extra carbohydrates that I would need later. There was a guy falling off the pack, and I caught him and dropped him shortly. When I was around 10 miles, I caught Josh Whitehead and ran with him a bit. He would randomly surge really hard and back off and I would catch him on his "slow" parts. I didn't go with him on the fast parts because I wanted to keep things in cruise control and not eat up my carbs. I didn't understand his thinking with these pick-ups but you're responsible for your own actions. And if you're wearing a neon green outfit with neon shoes and Oakleys, I really don't understand your thinking...

He left me and caught the next pack about 12 miles into the race. I was now alone and tried to figure out what to do. After fighting a strong headwind for a while, I debated in my head and decided it would save more energy to surge and catch the five man pack and then draft off them, than to fight the wind alone the next several miles. I ended up catching up to the pack and stuck with them for a few miles. I hit halfway at 1:13:59, which was faster than I wanted but I felt really strong and relaxed.

Shortly after the half, Kameron Ulmer branched off by himself and a mile or two later, David Riddle, Sammy Nyamongo and I left the two other guys. To save as much energy as possible, I tried to run in David's wind shadow even though I was feeling really strong. Someone said we were 5th and 6th, which scared me because I thought David would have a better shot at the last money spot than I did. And to make matters worse, no one else was in sight, so I wasn't sure if we would be able to catch anyone else.

Sammy would fall back, catch up, surge and fall back again, so I knew he was about to die off. My old teammate, Jacob Rotich, would call this the last kicks of a dying horse. I also noticed he had a pretty killer wedgie, which I mentioned to David but he was in no mood to speak. I was still feeling strong at this point but at around 18, my brain felt a little but foggy and my legs started to ache. David must have read my mind because he dropped the hammer the next mile with a 5:27 split but I hung with him. I really wanted to try and counter with a move of my own but I was too scared of hitting the wall, so I was patient. We then had a couple slower miles and I thought he could be tiring out, so in the 21st mile, I decided to finally make a small move and split 5:31 that mile which made him fall back. I saved a Gu in my pocket and took it, which was my fifth Gu of the race, just to be safe. I wanted to make a hard push at 22, but I didn't want to blow-up and lose to David, so I just kept my pace and was clicking off around 5:30 a mile.

A little while later, I saw a Kenyan guy sitting on the curb, which made me happy because that meant I was in 4th place now. In the distance, I could see a guy about 30 seconds ahead of me and it looked like he was running well over 6:00 pace, so I decided to go after him. I could tell he was hitting the wall pretty badly, so I knew if I went by him, he wouldn't be able to fight. I ended up catching him within a mile and kept on with the rhythm in case anyone else hit the wall. I felt good at the 24, and at the 25 marker, I debated pushing the last mile and trying to break 2:27 but I just wanted to maintain pace and enjoy the the finish.

When I hit 26, I was really proud that I got through it and just relaxed the last .2. After crossing the line, I felt really good and didn't have to sit down or walk around or anything even though I collapsed at the end of the Moon Pie race and had to lay on the ground after the Middle Half. I wish I would have moved with Kameron earlier on because I think I could have run a high 2:25, but I'll definitely take 2:27:08. I was also really happy because I finished in third place, which gave me a little bit of a payday.

On another positive note, I ran my last 5 miles faster than I ran at the Indian Lake 5 Miler last Thanksgiving. I was really, really happy with this race because I could have seen myself running 2:37 before 2:27. The two main reasons for my good race are: making sure I took all of my Gu's, even if I didn't feel like it and being very patient with my moves and always thinking about how things would affect me late in the race.

My main mistakes were taking so long to find my rhythm and not learning how to drink water. Having Maureen hand me the Gu water bottles every other stop really helped me because that was close to 40 ounces of fluid I could take in. At the other water stops, I would always take a water cup but would only get down about two ounces at each one with the other several ounces flying in my face and nose. All in all, it was a pretty good day of running and I'm glad to have my first marathon under my belt. I'm not sure if I'll try one in the spring but I will definitely run one next fall.

Splits: 5:34, 5:48, 5:32, 5:48, 5:35, 5:46, 5:30, 5:40, 5:34, 5:39 (56:26 10 miles), 5:35, 5:44, 5:38 (1:13;59 1/2), 5:42, 5:42, 5:34, 5:47, 5:27, 5:37, 5:40, 5:31, 5:30, 5:32, 5:29, 5:34, 5:32, 1:09