I met up with my friend last night for a pre-race dinner and I ordered the meal with more carbs on the menu then anything else. First time I have ever ordered a meal based on the nutritional that was the opposite of desired (I love that law). Got some last minute advice from here since this was going to be her 5th marathon and she recommended against the Camel-Bak saying there would be plenty of water on course. So I brought a bottle of Gatorade just in case figuring I could ditch it if I needed.
I didn't make it to bed until 11 PM and couldn't sleep. Funny since I wasn't really nervous, just couldn't sleep. Got a couple of hours in the got up with my wife who was volunteering at the finish at just before 4AM. I hopped back online to try and set up the runner tracking for my family and found out that they want you to park in a certain area and take a shuttle. Problem is the shuttle stops running more then an hour before the race start
Picked up my friend at 4:45 as planned and found parking about 2 miles away. We thought we had plenty of time, but we were farther from the start then we thought (which was about 2 miles) and the volunteers didn't seem to know where the starting line was and there were no signs saying where to go. So we ended up running about those two miles or so to the starting line. I guess she always arrives late and gets lost so it is tradition for her
The starting corals were pretty good well organized though so I took off from the start with only a few hundred people about 40 minutes after race start.
After a few miles I noticed I didn't need my own fluids, so I drank what I had instead of using the water stations and ditched the bottle. Lesson learned for future runners. I would drink two cups of the Cytomax and then dump a couple cups of water over my head to cool off.
Around mile 6 my MP3 player quit working, that was depressing.
Around the half way point I was really starting to feel tired and sore. Knowing I was only half way and that my pace would only get slower sucked.
I ran into my mom at 14.6 who was volunteering at the medic aid station there who said my friend was doing well. She has been sick for the past two weeks and just started training in the Vibrams two months ago. She really wants to qualify for Boston, but wasn't planning for it to happen this time.
At about 18 miles I realized I had probably no more then two hours to go, but I wasn't doing half bad. I knew I would finish, even if I got injured I could walk the rest if I had to.
At 20 I knew it was only a 10k left, so I picked up my pace as fast as I could sustain.
Last 5k was the worst, felt like it was taking forever and I just couldn't go as fast as I wanted. I really wanted to finish with 12 minute miles, I couldn't pull it off. I could stop walking through the water stations, but I knew that was a bad idea.
Last water station was less then a mile from the finish, I ran straight through. I got fluids like normal but I upped my pace even more knowing I was nearly done with the finish barely in site, I was breathing hard and my legs were about dead.
Last .2 miles I upped it even more, I wanted to be completely spent when I crossed the line. Either I would finish sprinting using every last bit of energy, or I would be limping and in complete pain.
Last 100 or so feet I pulled all the stops and went into a full on sprint (aka marathon pace for Kenyans).
Photo is my friend Rebecca, my wife, and myself. And me at mile 14.6.