Here is a photo of me with my Bling!
I felt like a fantastic super strong marathon runner for 25km today and like a complete virgin marathon runner for 17km.
I had a relaxing Saturday and was in bed at 8:30pm with all my gear ready and laid out. The start was interesting at the new location of Santos Athletics Stadium and the start of the race came around quickly with 1 and 1/2 laps of the track before heading out on the road to Glenelg.
The first five kilometers was relaxing and after hitting the first km split at 6min on the nose the following 4 where all bang on 6min/k. Yeah, “I rock I” thought. I was feeling great and the splits began to fall no matter how much I tried to hold back. I think I was a little over confident and for one fleeting moment in the next 10k even thought about a 4hr finish.
Once we hit Glenelg the weight and size of my head, the strong headwind and the sun begin to take their toll. I was starting to feel tired way too early, I went through the half marathon in 2hr3mins, a little quick…so there was time in the bank…not really the plan though.
Running against the majority of the half marathon field and marathon field as they were returning from the Grange turn around got me through the next 4km, but by the turn around I was gone. I had hit the wall hard…it was 6ft wide plated in 6inches of lead and buffeted by a strong Nor-Wester. All right take a non-scheduled walk break and suck it in. Then the doubts set in…you went out too fast you idiot…noob mistake. Should have held that 6min/k.
After the turn around the wind dropped to nothing as I was running with it and I had a few more walk breaks before seeing Rachel in the distance. Put the CR cap back on, sucked it up and jogged till I passed her, for a photo op. By that stage I was clinging to a reduced pace, slowed by frequent walk breaks .
I was wearing my fuelbelt but every bottle had Gatorade in it, which was proving too sweet now, so I was chugging down the water at drink stations. Just after I got onto the Torren’s I had had it, I was shagged. The legs had gone to shite and were completely seized up. I managed to get a few slow jogs in as the kilometers went by increasingly slowly…especially when I saw the official photographer at the bottom of a hill. Soon walking became a struggle and all the people I passed in the first half of the race and even up to the start of the Torren’s started going passed me. The fuelbelt was irritating my hips so I took it off and hung it around my neck or slung it like an ammo belt. DNF was high on my list of things to do over these last 13k but luckily my mental toughness isn’t completely soft, only Jelly soft.
There was one point in that last long stretch, where I actually took one step toward the river embankment to sit down and DNF…what was I thinking. Most of the last 15km was spent thinking about how I was never running a Marathon again, it was too far, too hard. Admittedly the mental battle was lost, so there was no hope for the rest of the race. It wasn’t till I got over the fact that I wasn’t going to make my time goal and just be happy that I finished my first marathon!, that I thought about how I would do the next one better. Sadly that wasn’t till the last 4k.
Coming into the final stretch towards the stadium car park I managed to quicken into a shuffle and then a jog getting a cheer into the stadium by Bella, TFMS, Rachel and Stu. Wahoo. Made it before the presentations (just) and pushed out a reasonable final lap of the stadium to stop the clock in 4:48:xx.
Details of the run below. It’s not pretty.
More later after I sleep on it.
CR sightings today were numerous for Adelaide…Rundave, Fethers, Chilliman, Cakeboy (Derwood), Rachel49 and Sunny. Plus someone yelled out Simlin but I don’t know who it was. I also saw the almost 60 year old I have seen the last too weekend training runs and she called out “GO VALLEY VIEW”…the suburb I have seen her in twice now as we didn’t do name exchanges…but we gave each other a rather large extravagant wave.