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1:56:44 (8:55 / mi) | 1333 overall (6550 finishers) | 171 in group (M, 35-39) | I hit the wall HARD around mile 10, so I ended up about :10-15/mi slower than my hoped-for pace.
Called my folks afterward to catch up and whatnot.
Me: One fifty-seven.
Dad*: What did you do, walk?
For all my bitching about the 6:00 start time, it was gorgeous until the sun came up, at which point, it got hot (but the breeze remained).
Despite an absolutely packed starting chute (due, I suspect, to the lack of the full marathon from this year's slate of events), I kept my 8:40-8:50 pace pretty consistent until around mile 8, when it started to get warm, the pavement got worse, and last night's dinner and this morning's orange and coffee wore off. Knowing that others didn't stop running until at least mile 9, I was going to be damned if I was, either. Helpfully, Cee-Lo Green's "F You" came on to provide entertaining motivation, but... yeah, I had to stop and walk a handful of times in the last 6k.
I think there were probably an equal number of official race photos of me paying attention (grinning, throwing the horns \m/ \m/ ) and... not. I'm not sure if gritty, sweaty determination is a good look for me.
Two goals met: sub-2:00, no puking; I failed on the "no walkies" thing.
* Dad's marathon PR is 3:02; I told you I come by this foolishness honestly *and* genetically.
Called my folks afterward to catch up and whatnot.
Me: One fifty-seven.
Dad*: What did you do, walk?
For all my bitching about the 6:00 start time, it was gorgeous until the sun came up, at which point, it got hot (but the breeze remained).
Despite an absolutely packed starting chute (due, I suspect, to the lack of the full marathon from this year's slate of events), I kept my 8:40-8:50 pace pretty consistent until around mile 8, when it started to get warm, the pavement got worse, and last night's dinner and this morning's orange and coffee wore off. Knowing that others didn't stop running until at least mile 9, I was going to be damned if I was, either. Helpfully, Cee-Lo Green's "F You" came on to provide entertaining motivation, but... yeah, I had to stop and walk a handful of times in the last 6k.
I think there were probably an equal number of official race photos of me paying attention (grinning, throwing the horns \m/ \m/ ) and... not. I'm not sure if gritty, sweaty determination is a good look for me.
Two goals met: sub-2:00, no puking; I failed on the "no walkies" thing.
* Dad's marathon PR is 3:02; I told you I come by this foolishness honestly *and* genetically.
