6/29 Mt Hood Marathon
3:02:43 (6:58 avg)
Background : I missed Boston Qualification at the Berlin Marathon by a hair. My goal was to be 3 and a 1/2 minutes under the qualifying standard. I ran 3:11:58 and missed because even though I was under the qualifying standard they moved the cutoff to 3:10 because there were too many qualified applicants. For 2019, they did move the qualifying standard for my age to 3:10. One of the main reasons the qualifying standard is getting tougher is the rise of the scenic downhill marathons by Revel.
Race Report
It was really cold up there at 5am. You would think 49F is not that cold but when you been training in up to 90 degree weather because it's summertime, all of a sudden 49F is facking cold.
Snow Capped Mt Hood at 5am
Going up on the bus, I realized this was some kind of carnival marathon course. It was way too facking steep as we were reaching the start by bus. The gun went off. I crossed the start line at position 100. I knew the 3:00 hour pacer was somewhere around 20s ahead of me.
I knew the course was super steep the first 6 miles, something ridiculous like 6% downgrade. So I started really slow, I actually went from position 100 to 159 (chip tracking I later looked up). But I was okay with this, no big deal. I was really enjoying the first few miles, tacking the scenery in. It was really beautiful, big lake in the horizon, Mt Hood and a partial moon behind us.
I clocked the first mile at 7:23. Damn it, way too slow. The heart rate on my watch was not right, it had blown up. I have talked about this before, but cool weather races blow up your watch. I am hardly breathing but watch says I am at max heart rate. Some think this is race start jitters. No. I think I know what 180+ feels like.
So I ignored the watch and got a little aggressive. I knew from previous experience, the watch would soon find my true heart rate. And that's when I could race a bit by using heart rate.
6 miles in and I am really emberrassed to be running a downhill marathon. It's a joke, way too easy. Watch still has not found my heart rate. But then I started feeling it, both calves we're tightening up.
I averaged about 6:52 from mile 2 to mile 10. However, I had three piss breaks. I had zero piss breaks in Berlin, so I messed up the hydration before hand. I lost 90 seconds due to the piss breaks. It was mile 10 where I had my last one. I go into the stall, and my watch still has not found my true heart rate!! Fack!!!!! The three hour pacer is long gone, I do some mental calculations and figure to be about 3:05 pace. That's not good, because I know the last part of the course is not steep and indeed rolling. I feel Boston might be slipping away.
I make my move. Forget the watch and just try to clock some 6:40s.
Mile 11 6:44
Mile 12 6:36
Mile 13 6:29 (while recording video for 2p2, lol)
Mike 14 6:38
Most I importantly, no more piss breaks. And finally my watch found my true heart rate!
It's mile17 where I really start racing. And my brain has found how to use my body to get me to the promised land. I slow down on really steel parts due to calf and feet pain, but I attack all flats and uphills. For example, I ran mile 22 in 7:01 (100 feet drop), but I ran mile 23 in 6:41 (20 foot drop).
I was using the downhill to recover aerobically and the uphill to recover muscloskeleton wise. Really facking weird. Using this strategy, I went from 159th place to 54th.
At mile 20, I created a manual lap on my watch. I felt I was still live for a sub3 hour attempt. But I don't know what happened, I forgot to put my watch on that lap screen. At mile22, I saw my arch rival. This guy had a better physique than me. He was throwing up on the side of the road. I am feeling really strong near mile 23. I cross mile 23 at 2:39:xx, I do some mental math and still think sub3 hour is live if I turn on the afterburners. It's gonna hurt, but I got gas in the tank. The course is gonna have to be close to perfect to get this done.
But then what is this, as I am looking for my next target to demoralize and pass, I see a whole bunch of fatties jogging in front of me, blocking the narrow highway shoulder. Oh no, they joined the half marathon with the full marathon at mile 23!!!!!!!
I am on full blown monkey tilt, cursing fatties under my breath. Why? Why? You know how tilting it is to have to go around 220 pound behemoths? To mock me more, I pass the 2:30 pacer for the half marathon. Geez, this can't be real life.
I do some more math and realize I am a lock for Boston. Like a coward, I mail in the last three miles at 7:00 pace and my excuse is fatties (EVgonnaEV excuse).
That's the finish. Crushed the Boston Marathon qualifying standard and I have no regrets that I mailed in the last three miles. The course was tough the last three miles with at some uphills. And I risked injury to my calves to attempt the sub3 hours. It would have been there if I didn't take so many pisses and completely butcher the first mile at 7:23.
I think the most surprising thing was that my quads never got sore. It was my calves and hamstrings that were burning significantly. Oh look, my weakest muscles are the ones that wanted to quit. Color me shocked. The day after, it was my calves and medial glute that were super sore. I also got my first blisters ever from running, on my forefoot.
What's Next?
I wanted my sister to move Chicago to next year, since I am already going to Boston. She refused. So I am doing Chicago but I am either going for a minimum Boston qualifying standard for 2021 or I am mailing it in. It's too hot to train for. I am going for all of pokerron's running PRs at Boston, where I have the winter to train more optimally.
Last edited by loco; 07-02-2019 at 01:36 PM.