Basil’s (First Ever!) Marathon Race Report

Basil

Basil

Joanne has written 63 posts on Salty Running.

Recovering corporate hamster-wheeler turned Alaskan hausfrau, mother of two and running enthusiast. Kind of a June Cleaver in tempo shorts...minus the makeup and vacuum. Will run to great lengths to get a moment of peace.

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Not a bad place for a first marathon, huh? (Photo credit: Chris Hunkeler)

Once upon a time (okay, it was last weekend) in a land far, far away (Alaska, so maybe add one more “far”), there lived a neurotic red head with an audacious idea stuck in her head about running a Boston qualifying marathon. Truth be told, it was her Fairy Runmother, Salty, who got her into this mess, leading her to believe it was actually possible to progress from barely finishing a 5k to chasing down a 3:35 marathon.

And for the record, as usual, Salty was right. Because – wait for it – I just ran 26.2 freaking miles at a waaay faster pace than my first 5k. Can we just pause for a minute while you apply this little tidbit to your own life? Because I’m telling you, three years ago, I had NO reason to believe I could do this. NONE. With a little willingness to suffer and a stubborn commitment to log the miles, you’d be amazed how far (and fast) you’re capable of going.

Anyway, I suppose I should stop with the Tony Robbins impersonations and just get on with the race report. Because nothing says inspirational quite like the minutia of mile splits and intestinal issues.

Pre-Race

I arrived in California late on Friday, and spent the better part of Saturday with my good friend and fellow runner Sharone as we carb-loaded and hit up the race expo. I had intended to try to talk to the pace group people, but completely forgot about it in all the excitement of stock piling Honey Stingers and Sport Beans.

We got back to the hotel in plenty of time to lay out our gear and get some sleep, turning lights out by 10 p.m. Unfortunately, the portion of my brain that does the flipping out decided to throw a slumber party and keep my body up well past 1 a.m. Which made my 4 a.m. wake up time all kinds of fun.

I tried to get my tried and true peanut-butter bagel and latte breakfast down, but found there was very little I could stomach. Sharone’s half marathon didn’t start until an hour and a half after mine, but being the amazing friend that she is, she got up early to accompany me to the starting line. Having her there was such a comfort, as I didn’t have to freak out all alone. (Sharone will attest that she was the recipient of way too much information with respect to my digestive system.)

The First 20

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Concentrating on not going out too fast

It was still dark and chilly when the gun went off at 6:15. I’d promised myself that I would err on the side of going out too slow and focused on finding an easy rhythm in those first few miles. It was too dark to see my watch, so I just kept the 3:35 pace group in sight and concentrated on holding back.

First mile came in at 8:23, followed by another three in the 8:05 range. By now I could see my watch and ran up alongside the 3:35 pacer to ask him about the strategy for tackling the hills. (The course was a rolling out-and-back, with a somewhat sizable climb around mile 9 and a total elevation gain of 822 feet.) I stayed with the 3:35 group until mile 8 when they blew through a water stop and I slowed to wash down some sport beans. I caught back up with the group on the mile 9 hill, at which time I started feeling the familiar niggling pain in my left glute and hamstring.

I stayed with the 3:35 group for most of the race

I stayed with the 3:35 group for most of the race

These were areas that had bothered me leading up to the race, so I wasn’t surprised. I told myself it would probably pass, and that even if it didn’t, I could handle the pain. By mile 11, after enjoying the what-goes-up-must-go-down benefit of an out and back course, my left hammy was cranky enough to make me worry.

So you can imagine my relief when at mile 15, everything began to hurt evenly. I must have found the return of symmetrical pain encouraging, because I picked it up and clicked off my only sub-8 split of the last half.

Is that the ocean? Are these shorts? We aren't in Alaska anymore, Toto.

Is that the ocean? Are these shorts? We aren’t in Alaska anymore, Toto.

I remember such a small fraction of the first 20 miles. It’s mostly a blur. But I do remember feeling pretty amazing at mile 17 (8:04) and thinking, “I’ve sooo got this”. And I remember feeling pretty pissed at mile 19 (8:40) and thinking, “Who put the $*#% hill here?”

So there were some hills. Like, a lot of them.

So there were some hills. Like, a lot of them.

The final 6.2

In the last half of the race, I drank at every aid station, stopping to walk and get a few ounces down. The sun was out and the temps were up to nearly 70 degrees when I hit the final stretch. By then, I knew if I could just stay fueled and hydrated enough to avoid the bonk, I’d finish with a BQ time and minutes to spare.

I picked up the pace in mile 22, clocking an 8:01 mile and feeling tired but still strong. At this point in the course, we joined back together with the half marathoners and the road became quite crowded. Cheering spectators began lining the streets as well, and the excitement was palpable. However. (There’s always a however.) The half marathoners at that stage were probably averaging a 9:30 pace, and they were taking up the whole dang road. Which meant I couldn’t just dig in and surge forward. I had to weave in order to maintain anything close to my target pace. And weaving takes energy. And energy isn’t exactly your number one resource when you’ve been running your darndest for the past three hours.

At mile 23, I saw another friend cheering at the crest of the hill and gave her a high five as I continued to weave through the half marathon crowd. That energized me a bit, along with the idea that I had less than a 5k left to go. I saw an older man (late 60s I’m guessing?) with a BAA jacket on, and in my adrenalin-laced stupor yelled, “I’m getting that jacket! I’m getting one!” He looked bewildered, like maybe I was planning on taking his. In retrospect, it’s probably best that you refrain from yelling anything about anything after mile 20. Because it’s not going to make sense. And it might frighten innocent senior citizens.

Just past mile 24, a prolonged and sizable hill emerged. Yes, I’ll take things that will be the death of me for $300 please, Alex.

Still weaving, uphill. A rogue aid station with beer popped up around mile 25. A half marathon dude crossed over to take one and ran right into me. I gave him the literal shove off. I was so pissed. GETOUTOFMYWAYSTUPIDBEERGUY! Drinking is for AFTER the race! That’s when the downhill part appeared. I didn’t know how long it was going to last, but I knew those beer-drinking half marathon dudes were about to get seriously chicked.

Time to make the eye of the tiger-y ugly face

Time to make the eye of the tiger-y ugly face

I ran. I ugly faced. I cringed. I daydreamed about margaritas and In-n-Out cheeseburgers.

I finished! 3:36:13!!

So. Freaking. Happy.

So. Freaking. Happy.

And then I waddle-limped. And cried (happy cry!). And waddle-limped some more. The waddle-limping would continue for sometime after that.

It was more than enough to qualify for Boston, and more than enough to make me want to do it again. And now that I’m several days post marathon and walking down stairs no longer requires copious amounts of courage, I’m totally scheming about the next one.

They say you never forget your first. And I’d have to agree.

16 Responses to “Basil’s (First Ever!) Marathon Race Report”

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  1. Mint says:

    CONGRATULATIONS! That is so awesome! I love your race report too, although I can’t believe the race directors had the races meet that late in the game so that paces were so different. That is just poor planning. I am glad you were able to weave through and successfully stiff arm the beer guys.

    Continue to recover well and enjoy your big victory!

    • Basil Basil says:

      Thank you! I have to say–everything else about the race planning was flawless. The aid stations were plentiful and perfectly run. The crowds/spectators were amazing, and the getting to and from the race, the post-race stuff, all of it was so well done.
      Even with the slower HM runners, at least I got the benefit of being able to pass people constantly from mile 21 – finish! That was at least a little bit “fun.” :-)

  2. MJ says:

    BQing in your first marathon is BEYOND amazing! Congratulations!!!

    I recognize those shoes, i have a few pair ;) I’ll take that you wore them and blew the doors off your race as a good sign for my BQ race on 3/16!

    • Basil Basil says:

      Thank you! And yes–those are some lucky shoes for sure. Evidenced by the fact that I didn’t even get a (new) blister or lose a toenail! :-) But I doubt you’ll need any luck when you line up on 3/16! I’m betting your hard work in training will carry you to the finish in record time!

  3. Jo, I just loved reading this. You’re so very inspiring!

    I also BQ’d at my first marathon, which was beyond exhilarating, but a couple of years later, because of the change in qualifying times, I missed BQ’ing even though I had PR’d. I’m determined to qualify this spring (I really want to redeem my ridiculously hot 2012 Boston race), and reading your race recap — and knowing how hard and smart you trained, in all kinds of weather! :) — I am feeling even more motivated. Congratulations on your amazing race! You are a rock star.

    • Basil Basil says:

      Thanks so much Heather! And you will TOTALLY qualify again this spring. You have everything it takes to make that happen! And how fun would that be that we crazy snow-running-soul-sisters would get to meet up in Boston 2015!?

  4. Cathryn says:

    Just brilliant, congratulations. And cute skirt too! How come you don’t look like death in any of your race photos? :)

  5. Shannon says:

    Amazing accomplishment! I loved reading your story and I can’t wait to follow your next adventure. I have not yet tried the full – but like you say “with a little willingness to suffer” maybe I can do it.

  6. Ginger Ginger says:

    Congrats on a great race! And great race photos!

  7. Molasses Molasses says:

    I was wondering about the photos too – you look confident, strong and beautiful in all of them! Your race report struck a chord with me, I’m gearing up for my first marathon in 17 days (and 22 hours and 25 seconds…24…23…). I have no intention of running as fast as you, but I’m hoping to break 4:00. The boost I got from reading your race report makes me think that maybe, just maybe, I’ll pull it off. Thank you!

    • Jo says:

      Awesome! However many days and hours and minutes away that marathon is now, you definitely have a great race waiting for you! Salty kept telling me to “trust my training” and go out there knowing I had it in me. It was some of the best advice I got–so I’ll pass it on to you as well. Can’t wait to hear about how things go for you!

  8. Pepper Pepper says:

    Congratulations Basil! So glad your first marathon experience was a good one!

  9. Robyn says:

    Wow! Congratulations! What a great journey.

    LOL at “In retrospect, it’s probably best that you refrain from yelling anything about anything after mile 20. Because it’s not going to make sense. And it might frighten innocent senior citizens.” Uh, yeah, I’m pretty sure I’ve done that once or twice too :-)

    • Jo says:

      Thanks Robyn! And yeah, I think yelling after mile 20 is equivalent to texting after indulging in a generous amount of adult beverages–not advisable. :-)

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