Where to start with this post? How about the long and short of it? My marathon on Saturday was awful. Again. I am a broken record and I am sick to death of this tune.
In spite of perfect training, perfect weather and a perfect course, my body did what it has done all too many times now, and that’s shut me down before I even got started. My plan for the day had been this: Miles 1-4 at an 8:10-8:15 pace; miles 4-13 at an 8:00; miles 13 on at a 7:50-7:55 pace. How’d that play out? A very conservative start, actually–mile 1 in 8:28. The next three were where they were supposed to be, and then the next six where they were supposed to be. But then I hit a low–legs starting to feel like pace was too much, at mile 10. Who gets tired at mile 10 in a marathon? Took a gel at 12, but it didn’t matter. The pace slowed from there and continued to slow until the end.
It really was a deja vu of CIM–the same early bonking and the same mystery as to why. When I compare these last two marathons to the two Richmond marathons I ran in 2009 and 2010 where I hit a 3:32, I can’t find anything different in terms of how/what type of nutrition before or during. The only difference I can point to is that my training was so much better this time through, which makes it that much more disappointing.
Even worse is that I feel like a crackpot. Seriously, if I were reading these race reports over and over again from the outside, I’d just think the runner was delusional about his/her capabilities. But the incredible training I did said otherwise, so I stand solidly against that idea.
I’m finding myself back at the drawing board again. I don’t want to be here. I want an obvious mistake that I made, or an obvious cause for the bonk, but I can’t find one. Honestly, I’m mad at my body. The posts by some of my favorite bloggers where they wrote a letter of apology to their bodies? Right now I want a letter of an apology FROM my body.
I waited a day or two to write this post because I knew it would come out just the way it has, angry. But that’s where I am right now and I see no reason in sugarcoating it.
Final thoughts–in spite of it all and in spite of how this post sounds today, I do have perspective. I had amazing friends waiting for me at the finish line. I had a husband and kids who cheered me on and gave me hugs at mile 23 when I didn’t want to take another stupid step. I may not have a cooperative body, but I have the bigger things in life and for that, I am blessed.
* If you entered my Oakley sunglasses giveaway, the winner was Jesse from Questionably Texan. Congrats Jesse and thanks to everyone who played along.