(Right before the finish!)
My second MCM is in the books. What an experience! With
Hurricane Sandy threatening the race with wind and rain, she managed to stay
away from the DC area until we finished. The weather could not have been better.
50 degree’s, cloudy and just a few periods of stiff winds. We had two Osprey
planes flyover to start the race. As many of you have read in previous blogs of
my marathons I always include the funny costumes that people wear as they run. The
MCM this year did not disappoint. I saw a Viking (Well we actually ran together
for about 6 miles); he didn't know he was actually pacing me. We had people as
bananas, saw Elvis (Yep he is still alive), saw a WWF girl (well she was
dressed as one), saw an Incredible and many women in pink tutus. The race again
did not disappoint on the Gatorade and Water stations, BUT the start has got to
change. The MCM sounds the gun and we just start walking then run. We are all
supposed to look for the time we want to finish by the big timing displays on
the shoulder of the road before the race, but I wonder why they don’t do a
better job at corralling us. For the Rock and Roll Marathons, we are corralled and
then each corral starts 1½ mins apart for spacing. Much smoother and orderly.
This is also a benefit for the runner, who wants to get into a rhythm early,
not after 8 miles of zig zagging through the madness. I was again IMPRESSED
with the Marines. From the stations to the finish line...the Marines were always
yelling and supporting as we ran. I had three running friends (Brian, his wife Michele
and Susan) come in town for the race and stay with us. Brian and Susan both ran the MCM too. It was great having them
here for the race and Susan got stranded with the Hurricane and stayed with us
an extra couple of days.
Now to the race, I was up at 5 am to eat as I always. I had
oatmeal and coffee. I made sure I had my energy gels (Jello type), music and
headphones before we headed out. It took us about 10 mins to get to the metro
stop. And just that quick we were headed to the MCM waiting area at the Pentagon.
Once we arrived, I was to meet up with a friend of mine who was racing his
first marathon, but with the madness of people I never found him. Brian, Susan
and I headed to the start line (About a quarter of a mile walk). First stop for me...yep the porta-john
(pre-race ritual). The lines were so long and we were running out of time to
get to the start, so Brian and I headed out to find a tree...LOL. Well we ended
up finding some porta-johns that no one knew about, so we were able to take
care of our business.
The race started at 7:55 am...well I think it did. The gun went
off and I was still running to get to the 3:45 timing corral. I had no time to
think of the race...walked right up and started walking to the start line. As
it was last year, the first several miles were just WAY too crowded.
In the first 2 miles I encountered a steep hill incline, but I
was most bothered by the crowded runner madness. I knew it was coming early in
the race, so my strategy was to go slow and save the energy for later in the
race. We encountered another hill at around mile 6-7 and again I kept with my
strategy of going slow to save energy. The next 5 miles moved quickly and before
I knew it I was at the half-way point, crossing in 1:59 knowing I started a few
mins after the gun so I was on a good pace, but I felt my legs getting tired. All
I could think was...crap I have 13 more miles to go, but I pushed through and actually
felt myself getting stronger as the race moved into the later stages.
Miles 14-20 went rather smooth, I ran by the Washington
Memorial, the Natural and American History Bldg’s and around by the Capital. Miles
21-25 seemed like a blur except the moment the 4:00 hr pace group passed me. I
started thinking about the elusive Under 4 hour’s goal I set for myself. I
remember thinking how upset I was (Well actually I was PISSED) that they were
passing me. As I reached Mile 26 I was thinking of my strategy to climb that
final Hill before the finish. You see this was no normal Hill climb...this was
downright steep in a very short distance...Marines had to think of this last
grueling turn. To my surprise my wife Tiffany popped out of the crowd and told
me to “come on”, “come on”. She ran up ahead of me and snapped the photo you
see at the top of this blog. It was great to have her at the finish! What a
refreshing hug!!
As some of you might have read over Facebook, I ran this
marathon in HONOR of Traci Bernicke Inman for being a survivor of breast
cancer. She has been such an inspiration for so many women that it was the
least I could for what she has done!
I had no PBs this go around. Overall 4:03, Half-way 1:59.
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