A few years back I did the silly thing of jumping out of a fully functional airplane. The sky diving company made a big deal afterwards about the fact that my friends and I could now call ourselves "Sky Divers" and count ourselves among the relative few who have done this. I don't think much of that any more (espacially since I haven't exactly been chomping at the bit to do it again). I am however very pleased to claim the title "Marathoner".
I made it across the finish line of The Pig in 4 hours, 30 minutes and 27 seconds (and in one piece). Not too shabby for someone who was 250 pounds 2.5 years ago. When I started exercising back then a 10:32 per mile pace was tough to do for 1 or 2 miles, let alone for 26.2.
I of course didn't do this all by myself. I had a lot of help from my friends Jeff and James in terms of training and motivation. (Motivation is key and self-motivation is great but it isn't everything, espacially when facing the dread of 20 mile training run on a cold winter morning).
Here are some thoughts that I had during the race.
Starting Line
My word there are a lot of people here. The runners spill out of the streets and onto the sidewalks which mix into the spectators. It was very disorienting. One minute you are trying to line up to start, the next you are wondering why the guy in front of you is drinking a Venti coffee and is wearing jeans. Then you realize, "Oh, I haven't made it into the actual runners yet". Later that day I watched television footage of this and they showed helicopter footage of the start. The mass of people out in the streets in the pre-dawn hour made you imagine that they had to evacuate a series of hotels in the middle of the night.
The start itself was rather anticlimatic. It took over 6 minutes for me to pass the starting line and even after that there was still a lot of people on the course that were walking. There has got to be a better system in place. Prehaps a convention that walkers stay to the right and runners to the left for the first mile or two? Weaving thru crowds and leaping up to the sidewalk aren't what you expect to have to do at the beginning of the race.
The other memorable thing about this portion of the race is running under the Taylor Southgate bridge. There was something beautifully odd about hearing the rythmic pounding of thousands of feet on the road deck above you.
Mile 2
This was where I first took water and where I first realized how crazy and chaotic the fluid stations are. From here on out I vowed to always take water from the last person so that i could try to avoid most of the people who suddenly slow down to a crawl at the beginning of the fluid station. I was also pleased that I was able to drink pretty much everywhere without breaking stride (if I ever get faster, this might be a problem...and if I drink more Gatorade, I might want to slow down because no one wants to be covered in Gatorade except for after the Super Bowl). Most of the cups were conviently half filled which let me do my squeeze the cup to make a funnel trick.
Around this time I saw a woman running with a disposable camera. At the time it struck me as a good idea since I like to document the events I participate in. After all, I am the person who took 300 pictures at his own wedding. But, I don't think I would want to carry that bulky object with me over the whole course.
Mile 7
Mile 7 brought me to the top of Eden Park at the overlook. I didn't find the ascent to be too difficult and my mile splits were only 20 or 30 seconds slower than normal so it didn't effect me as much as I had thought during my training. This part of the course was pretty interesting because there were a lot of spectators in the park and people had prepositioned a lot of signs in the park. One I particularlly liked said, "Watch out ladies, Mike Spencer is on the course" (I'm making up the Mike part because I can't remember his name but it was a funny sign nonetheless). Also at the top of the park in the little U that makes up the overlook was a group of 20 or so older men singing in the style of a Barbershop Quartet (what do you call a barbershop quartet when there are more that 4 people?) If you paid attention to the words it was clear that they were singing about watching all the pretty girls run by. It was quite funny and I got a good chuckle out of it.
Mile 15
By this point in the race, we were in the heart of Mariemont. I am still feeling pretty good and I don't ache anywhere too badly and my knees and hips show no signs of pain. I had been watching my splits and by this time I knew that it was possible for me to hit my stretch goal of 4 and half hours. I tried to tamper my excitement because I knew I had 11 long miles to go but the anticipation was starting to build up.
Mile 20
Will Power is certainly the watch word for this point in the race. At this point, I have reached the distance of my longest training run. I knew that my goal was 6.2 miles to go and I had a little over an hour left to finish. This is also where I started to feel the aching in my feet and legs. It is also where will power was needed to keep from walking. I kept telling myself that it was only 10km to the finish, don't let up, push thru the aches and pains.
Mile 23
Now I had done 5km of the remaining 10km. I decided I had to run faster. My splits of the previous three miles were too slow and it felt like I was resting on my laurels. I need to amp up the speed. Fortunately besides two small hills, this part of the course has a nice downward slope to it.
Mile 25.2
The last mile of the race was a timed segment with prizes going to the person with the fastest last mile (The fastest time by the way was 5:02!!!). Neat idea but why did they have to put the start of this competition right before the steep, short, last hill of the course. My back was killing me as I tried to keep my pace as I ascended the hill. On a more positive note, I think I heard Julie Isphording, Cincinnati native and great marathoner, yell words of support to me.
The Spectators
Once you pass Eggleston Ave the crowds begin to line the course in considerable numbers. This is such a great portion of the race because you have so spent so much energy and you have so little left to go on but now you hear each and every person yelling out to you as you run by (this is espacially true since the field is very spread out by now).
The Finish Line
After rounding the turn and poping out from under the covered plaza that connects the baseball stadium to the arena, you enter the final stretch. I personally found it to be a bit disorientating. The pathway under the plaza was relatively narrow and it up pops open to this very wide open space. I think a more deluded person might have had troubles figuring out where to go. The next thing I hear is my wife and family calling out to me and then Jennifer and Jason yelling from the opposite side. Now I can see the opening in the crowd ahead...that must be where I am suppose to go. Right at the opening, were two sets of sensor pads, just like the ones that we ran across at other points in the race. I also slowed down to a stop at this point thinking the race was over. For a split second there I thought that might be a bit of an anticlimatic way to end the race. But then I realized that 20 yards in front of me was the real finish line or Finish Swine as the Pig likes to call it.
After that I wandered aimlessly around the finishers area trying to hold onto my free towel and mylar blanket while eating whatever I could get my hands on. It was a relatively difficult task. I kept moving except for posing for a few pictures for the next hour or so since I knew that once I stopped moving, my body wouldn't want to go any further.
I think that is enough on the actual race. I will follow up this article with another that details my thoughts on achieving this goal.
More pictures are available in the usual place. I've also created a Wayfaring Map of the course with some notes that point out key points in my race.