The clock was ticking. The seconds felt like minutes. 3:19:54, 3:19:55, 3:19:56. My official finish time was four seconds shy of 3:20 on the dot, which would undeniably been worthy of a #nailedit … if I hadn’t been the official pacer for the 3:25 group.
As I crossed the finish line, I heard the announcer booming over the loudspeaker, “Here comes our 3:20 pacer! Wait. No. 3:25?! Someone is a little ahead of schedule, aren’t we?” Well, thank you, sir, for so eloquently stating the obvious. From this brief overview of the end result, one might conclude that my first experience pacing a marathon went terribly wrong. While in some ways it did, in other ways, it was a success. So let me tell you exactly what went down and what I am taking away from this amazing (learning) experience.