January 14th, 2007
Houston Marathon
The day before the race, when passing by a group of other runners somewhere about town, I’d hear them debating whether the cold front would come through or not. Saturday night the word was good with one saying that a high of 53 degrees was forecasted for Marathon day. Sunday morning I stepped into the evaluator at 6:00 a.m. and heard one runner say to another that it was suppose to be 48 degrees at noon! I pumped my fist in anticipation of getting to run my first cool weather marathon. Unfortunately, they must have been discussing the forecast for Fantasyland.
At the 7:00 gun time, the wind was out of the South, the temperature already at 55, and the humidity a muggy 94%. The humidity didn’t drop all day. However, on the good side, the sky remained completely obscured by clouds and the temperature didn’t rise much above 60. Additionally, we were spared the forecasted rain.
Given the weather conditions, I decided to let my running mate John do all the pacing work. He and I planned to run about the same time for the first half, but he does negative splits (runs second half of race faster then first half). Many runners espouse a negative split strategy, but at the Houston Marathon it is almost inevitable; you get boxed-in by the other 15,000 runners for the first 5 miles or so. If you are running only a minute behind schedule at mile 3, you’re lucky.
I was already feeling the humidity at mile 4. John recommended tossing my shirt. I was a bit reluctant that early in the race, but by mile 5 thought it best. It did provide some cooling whenever we would catch a breeze. Also at mile 5, we settled into my planned marathon pace of 8:23 / mile.
At the halfway point, 13.1, I felt better than I had in my previous two marathons. However, I was still apprehensive about dehydrating down the road. I consumed water at every station, and that seemed to be enough. At mile 20, I was still on pace and felt moderately well. In fact, John and I hadn’t deviate from our 8:23 / mile average pace by even a second for a 15 mile stretch. Always positive!
At mile 20 we turned into a slight breeze. Additionally, the congestion on the course had thinned considerable. This allowed me to straighten up and relax into longer strides. About a minute later, John said in a loud supportive voice, “You’re looking strong; nice and relaxed.” That was very encouraging since John had bested me by a full five minutes in our previous two marathons. I initially interpreted John’s remark as an indication that we should increase our pace. Without saying a word, I held out my hand and John gave me five. Then I took off.
However, John didn’t. I reassessed his comments to mean he wasn’t feeling his best that day and for me to go. I decided just to stretch out my legs for a quarter mile to see if I could break the constant groove we had been running for two hours. I couple of minutes later, I couldn’t detect any change in my breathing. I actually felt energize, and then really took off.
I began passing about a dozen runners about every quarter mile. Some spectators lining the street called out in encouragement (our names are on our numbered bibs). Previously, I had never run over 20 miles, neither in a race nor just training, without feeling some endurance related pain. But yesterday mile 22 felt like mile 2. To put it in perspective, the fastest mile split that I ran up to the 20 mile point was 8:19. At mile 25 I ran a 7:44.
I crossed the finish line in 3:38:36 and placed 779 out of 4,015 finishers. In fact I ran so well, at mile 25 I caught that mother of two year old triplets I tied last year and beat her by a solid 15 seconds. Unfortunately, the 60 year old marathoner / triathlete I met at dinner the night before bested me by half an hour.
David
