I trained for St. George Marathon like nobody’s business which would be my first attempt
to qualify for Boston. It was the
hardest training of my life so far: 3 months with 640 miles / 1024 Km; 12 tune-up Half
Marathons; one 10-mile race; one 10K; and two 5K. Three months that told me I
was in excellent shape. With the
course profile and my tune-up races results (1:45 for the HM, 48:23 for the 10K, and 23:08 for the 5K) I designed the strategy for my
10
th marathon, my 8th state in
my 50-state quest, St George, UT
race.
There were endless indications and St. George profile’s
formulas that could be used to establish the pace per mile: from the slight
decline at the start, to the hard and steep incline at Veyo; from the rolling
hills, and the “brutal” downhills (they were not brutal at all, at least for me that trained hard downhills).
I knew several runners that had run it and all their splits
were consistent with the above description, so, I had calculated that my first
7 miles will be around 8:20-8:25 min/mile, Veyo around 9; rolling hills around
8:40, and the back half in the low 8’s with under 8’s for the so called
“brutal” down hills, which I consider I have mastered. I had an excellent downhill training mimicking many times
these hills, and I knew I had good quads for this event.
I left Seattle on Friday morning to St. George via Salt Lake
City. The flights were uneventful and the airplane SLC-STG was a 48-seat
regional jet where half of the travelers were marathon runners. Conversations
started, strategies shared, and excitement was boosted.
I joined 3 runners in the airport to go directly to the Expo
(taxis were absent and not available, so rental car is recommended). Once at the expo we parted our ways; I grabbed my packet, bought a handful of GUs and called a
taxi to take me to my bed & breakfast, Seven Wives Inn (go figure, is
Utah).
It was 2 pm and I sat on the balcony to enjoy the B&B garden view while having my lunch: pasta with a touch of milk, a mound of
parmigiano reggiano cheese, and a couple of fruits (I take the meals with me if
I travel the day before the race so I don't have to deal with restaurants.)
I took a
2-hour nap, and at 5 pm I took a shower and arranged my running gear. I lied
down again to watch a movie; those kind of movies that are irrelevant, nothing
to think about.
I just wanted to be on
that relaxing stage where nothing but my rest matters. At 7 I had my second
load of pasta not because I am carboloading, but because this is my menu almost
365 days a year; nothing more simpler than that. Boring, could be, but simple!
After this I went to sleep. Took me a while, but I know the sleep the night
before the race is not the key. The key is the cummulative rest that I’ve had
the week prior to the marathon.
The B&B (good place to stay if all hotels by the finish area are booked) had breakfast bags arranged for all runners and left in
the fridge at 4 am to grab & go. A yogurt, a home made granola bar,
a protein bar, a banana, and water or juice. I also prepared my personal
oatmeal which I usually eat 2 hours before the race. I joined a couple of runners
at 4:30 am and rode with them to the shuttle area (1 mile from the B&B)
where we were going to be bused to Central, UT, 26.2 miles away. I had my
oatmeal at 4:45 am while riding in the bus, and chatting with guy sitting next
to me. He was local and had run this race many times, and confirmed my plan was
totally in-sync with the course profile.
There were at least 50 bonfires for runners to stay warm. I
walked around, talked to runners, took some pictures, porta-potties a few
times, and left my gear bag at the U-haul truck.
From there to the start line
where we were set to go. I had a disposable flashlight for the first mile as I was told it was pitch dark but there was enough moon and it was not too bad. I set my pace to a comfortable start with
the caveat that it was not comfortable. I felt my chest tight and I had a minor
difficulty to breath. I knew it wasn’t asthma but I was not able to breath
smoothly. This mile was a slight downhill and I felt my legs so heavy that I
thought I was running uphill. I had trouble lifting them. Did I taper too much? What
was going on? When I hit the mile marker I was in 9:08 what concerned me a little.
In none of my plans 9 min/mile was considered with the exception of Veyo
climb.
During the 2
nd mile I
still had trouble breathing. I thought that probably I had a beginning of a
cold therefore my chest was tight. 2
nd mile was 8:58. During mile 3
though my legs still felt heavy, my breathing improved; I felt much better, and
then is when I realized that altitude hit me. Definitely that was; my chest
lighten up, I felt more secure and continued my run trying to convince my legs
that they would be fine. However, they were still heavy and I told to myself “I
will never taper that much again.” I felt like if I had not run in 6 months,
and I was only in mile 3 with no challenges yet.
Paces were improving as planned but only because the course
profile; my legs were not collaborating. Then Veyo climb approached. This is a
hard hill even for Seattleites. I went as planned, shortening my stride,
running at moderate pace to not blow it. It’s early in the race, and this is
where the race is lost if trying to keep the pace that you bring from the
downhill section. My pace was not what I expected. During my training I was
doing 8:40-8:50 in hard uphills back home. Now I was doing 9:40. With that 9:40 on Veyo,
I thought that my goals were out of reach. Veyo is a 500-foot climb in one
mile. When I finished Veyo, I was done. I felt like puking, and I wanted to
quit. I was not in my natural “good feeling” state. I haven’t run anything
extremely difficult, I was just in the first third of the race and I felt
absolutely spent. Big Sur climb was similar with headwinds, further in the race
(mile 10) and though it was hard, I never felt spent. Though I had
strategies for every mile, I decided to follow my overall strategy. Do first half in max 1:55
and the back half same pace or faster, as most everybody recognizes that is a
negative splits course. That would put me in my main ulterior goal of 3:50.
My mind started to send negative messages. During the super
smooth rolling hills from 8 to 12 I felt miserable. At mile 10 the same
negative feeling of quitting was all over me. I started to feel desperate. At
mile 12 things improve when the downhills section was ahead of me. I hit the
half mark in 1:56. I thought if the negative splits were true, I still had a
good chance to keep my goals in mind, but though my paces improved I never felt
well. At mile 17 I just pulled over to the side of the road and was very close
to puke again. Unsuccessful. I talked to myself. What do you want to do? Do you
want to quit? The answer was yes. Then I saw myself getting a ride.
Then I saw Petra, my dear Brit friend, running Berlin in 2010. I pictured her at the exact mile I was, 17, shivering,
wrapped in a blanket inside a medical tent. I pictured her all discouraged
because she was shooting for Boston as well, and she was about to DNF. Then I
saw her standing up, and kept going. Then I saw her qualifying for Boston. I
was not at that level of discomfort, I was not shivering, and I was not in need
of a medical tent. I was in need of a BQ. From that moment the quit feeling was
gone but not how I felt.
As the miles went, my goals started to be thrown out
of the window. I threw away the 3:5ish, and held tight to the 4:00 and lastly to 4:10, my BQ. When I crossed the 30K at 2:48 I had some hopes but then mile
20 was at 3 hours even. I had 60 minutes to pull a 10K if I still want a sub-four. Gosh, my 10K is 48
minutes fresh and I was doubting I could run it now in one-hour. I pushed the
pace and ran an 8:11, but when you are going downhill, the slight flat, or
uphill becomes a mountain. I clocked a 10:10 in mile 22. Orders given, back to
the 8ish. At mile 23 I was in 3:27. I had 33 min to pull a 5K plus 0.1 mile.
Could sound easy, but we seasoned marathoners know that nothing is a given. I
pushed as I could and ran mile 24, a blessed downhill in 8:42. A fan by the
road screamed:
“Lizzie you are just 2 miles away, and this is the last
downhill. The rest is flat.”. I didn’t want to hear that, I needed gravity to
help me. Flats sections were mountains since I started because my legs didn’t
play ball at all with me during the whole race. For the last 2 miles I knew I had Boston in my pocket; in my first try. I
knew as well I had the sub-four. I would have to collapse for not getting it and I was not in so bad shape. I think my mind was blurry during this
stretch. Then I hit mile 26 and I was in 3:54:55. I have 0.2 miles to go. I did
it, I did it. I saw the finish line. I crossed it, it’s 3:56:39. I stood
underneath the mist showers. I stayed there. I kissed Utah’s ground. The guy
that put my medal on hugged me tight because I was crying heavily with one
picture in my head: Myself crossing Seattle’s Marathon finish line 5 years ago,
in 2007 in 5:54. My kids were in my mind; the words my beautiful daughter Alejandra told me before the race were resonating,
"Mom, with faith you can move mountains. With doubt you only create them." She had so much faith in me; my adorable Hubby Randy who endures my "disappearances" every weekend to go to races.
Michelle who was fundamental in my training, and
Petra, because her Berlin experience helped me to keep moving. Mind over matter. Mind over matter. Everything is possible.
I had a wonderful list of goals to shoot for and I knew they
were possible. I achieved most of my goals; some were lofty but with the
training and information I had I knew they were achievable. I trusted my
training and I trusted myself. Elevation hit me hard, and those are the
variables we can’t control, but without the training I had I would have not
been able to attain most of the flowers in my Bouquet Of Goals.
1) Conquer Utah (i.e.: Finish) - Checked
2) PR (Under 4:35:13) - Checked
3) Get a BQ (4:10:00) - Checked
4) Get time to spare for Boston registration 2nd week (4:00) - Checked
5) Sub-four - Checked
6) Position me on the top 10 for 2012 in Washington State -
Checked
7) Get time to spare for Boston registration 1st week (10 min or more time to
spare) – Checked. As 2013 was not sold out I could get a spot in 2013.
8) Place on the top 8 in the marathon (around 3:50) (awards went to top 8) –
Nope - Placed 11th out of
97.
9) Place on the top 5 in the race (around 3:45) - Nope
10) Position me on the top 3 for 2012 in Washington State (under 3:33:10) –
Nope
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Splits
1- 9:08
2- 8:58
3- 8:10
4- 8:24
5- 8:20
6- 8:00
7- 8:03
8- 9:40
9- 9:33
10- 9:05
11- 9:42
12- 9:22
13- 8:51
14- 8:59
15- 8:21
16- 8:38
17- 8:54
18- 9:47
19- 10:35
20- 10:08
21- 8:11
22- 10:10
23- 8:36
24- 8:42
25- 9:18
26- 9:07
26.2- 1:46 (8:45)
