The day is here! I set 3 alarms on my mobile phone and had a 4am wake up call. Of course, I woke up at 330a.
Got dressed and headed to the NY Public Library where the buses were awaiting thousands of runners. I took a cab at 4am and was surprised to see so many people out and about. Mostly, people were headed home, but there were a few runners on their way to the station as well.
There must of been a hundred buses waiting at the library. They started rolling at 430a and I was on the very first bus that left (yes!). It took about 40 minutes to get to the start.
The starting point was extremely organized; tons of signs to get runners either to the Blue (mine), Orange or Green corrals. I went to a tent in the Blue area and found a cold piece of asphalt to take a nap. There were only 2 other people in the tent when I showed up, but when I woke up around 530a, the place was packed. I was next to a couple of great guys, Jim and Mark, and we shared some running/triathlon stories.
If there was a port-a-pottie shortage in the city this day, it is because thousands of them were at the race start. Even close to race time, there was only about a 3 minute wait.
I dropped my race bag in truck #64 at 915a and headed to the corral. I met up with the 3:30 pace group and met some other guys ready to run (where were all the women?).
As the Jersey Boys sang the National Anthem, all the extra clothes from the runners started to fly. I bet there were thousands of pounds of jackets, long sleeve shirts, gloves, hats and sweat pants at the start line. Some charity really made out.
Once the canon fired, I timed that we were 2 1/2 minutes behind the start clock. This would go into the mental bank for later in the race. As I crossed the start line, I hit the Garmin start and the race was on...or at least the shuffle for position was on.
The first 3 miles or so were slow due to the crowds and crossing over the bridge.
Miles 3 thru 8 were at a good pace. I left the 3:30 group because it was too crowded and I wanted to find my own pace. My ultimate plan for the day was to leave everything I had on the course and break 3:30. My true goal was to hit 3:25, but anything under 3:30 would be a win for me as it would be a PR.
I kept an eye on my pace and I think it was around mile 10 when I had my average pace down to 7:30. It was about now that I started the "Boston math" in my head. I needed to average 7:26 to hit my Boston qualifying time of 3:15. I never believed 3:15 was possible for me on this course, but when you are feeling good with perfect weather, anything starts to feel possible.
I had to jockey for position through mile 16 or so. There were always people ahead of you and used every bit of the road/median possible to keep my stride. There were water and Gatorade stations every mile after mile 3 and I took in 2 cups of water and one cup of Gatorade at every station. I never stopped but had to time the stations correctly not to slam into those that decided to stop way too short (take your drinks and get out of the way!). I kept to my nutrition plan of a GU every 5 miles (Clif Shot Cola).
The miles were really clicking by fast until about mile 22. Then the mental game was on. I started to get tight in my hips and I knew that my 7 minute miles were done with. I began to listen to the pre-programmed songs in my head (Metallica, KoRn, Lamb of God...my "get mad and run" music).
Each mile had its own goal: run this mile no slower than 8; run this mile at an 8:15; run 10 more blocks at an 8 minute pace...
Crossing the East River into Harlem made it seem like the race was getting close to finishing. The problem is seeing the street signs. Knowing that we make a right turn at Central Park, or 59th Street, doesn't sound good when you are on 125th Street. I made a decision to never look at the street signs again because I didn't want to count them down. Too painful.
I really tried to feed off the massive crowds on 5th Avenue, but I truly went into a zone. Mile 22 to mile 25 were a blur. With 1.2 miles to go, I knew that I had 3:30 in the bag and it became a race to break 3:25. I knew it would be close, but felt like I could do it. Once you make the right turn into Central Park and see the "800 Yards To Go" signs, the slight incline begins. Ugh. Run, run faster!
The crowds were amazing at the end. It really felt like the entire NYC population was there for the last 1000 yards. I must of heard my name yelled 50 times coming towards the finish line (thank you Dan Banse for the reminder!). I crossed the line and I noted the close said 3:27:something. I knew I broke 3:25 due to the time 2:30 gap at the start line. Nice. The official time came in at 3:24:48.
I got my finishers medal, the after race blanket and then limped for 15 minutes to truck #64 to get my race bag. After changing clothes, I headed to the "S" section to meet Tara, Taylor and Ryan. Seeing my family with a Finishers shirt they bought was fantastic.
I got a number of text messages and phone calls from friends following me back home and that was really special.
This marathon is everything and more from what you hear. The crowds, the history, the course...it is an instant favorite.
I couldn't of had this race without my family and friends. Thank you for the support. Tara, Taylor, Ryan, Peyton; without your love and support, my addiction wouldn't be possible.
To my training partners that fuel me, huge kudos. Matt S., Curt L. and Todd L. especially. Thanks for helping me push and leave it out there. My ave. HR was 175. My LT level is 176, so I would say that I hit the mark pretty well.
I'm sure I'll be back for another NYC Marathon. 2007? Why not?! Peyton needs to see the city too!
Day 5 pics and full Marathon trip pics here.
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