Sunday, February 22, 2015

Thrill In The Hills 42K RR: The DO's and DON'Ts of marathon #13

Marathon #13 was a last minute decision. I started looking for races after a few weeks of solid streaking and found a lovely little trail marathon within driving distance. Boston is still the bigger goal and I wanted to find a marathon that could serve as a supportive long run. Because if I was going to run 22 this weekend, why not just run an extra 4.2 and get a medal for it? Runner math...

After racing 26.2 in the woods, I still have mixed feelings about trails.

Pros: Scenery, snacks, chillaxed atmosphere, and the BA feeling of running through the forest like some kind of primate.

Cons: Paying attention to every step, always up (lungs burning) or down (quads burning), and running a 9:00 m/m feels extraordinarily fast.

There were quite a number of DO's and DON'Ts I encountered over the past 72 hours. They might tell a story better than a proper RR. Partially because Penelope went all batshit on the switchbacks and clocked me at 23.79 miles. And partially because the trail miles blurred together without major scenery changes.

DO make sure to incorporate speed work, no matter how tiny, on marathon week. I did two lil' mile repeats on Wednesday (6:58, 6:40) and I felt really, really good about releasing some pent up taper energy.
DON'T think that a dinner of a single cinnamon donut and 2 Blue Moons is ever a good idea despite trying to party like a rockstar at age 32. That ensuing migraine will serve as a painful reminder to eat a proper frickin' dinner.
DO find the least crappy tasting coconut water to drink prior to race day.
DON'T rest too much the day before the race. A short shakeout run (which I had never done except for weekend challenge events) helped calm my nerves.
DO make a giant batch of chocolate chip cookies the day before. It not only kills time, but it makes an excellent post-race treat. I recommend only eating by the stackful after the race.
DON'T get caught up in the drama of potential icy conditions for race day. Freaky weather is only allowed to happen once per week, right? And it already happened on Monday.
DO calm your husband's nerves about heading out in potential icy conditions though. He loves you and prefers you not in a ditch somewhere. Plus, he saw that ice on Monday too.
DON'T let a little rock in your garbage disposal ruin your plans the night before the race. Invite a friend over for dinner who not only paints your nails for races, but knows about the reset button on the bottom of the garbage disposal. Also, don't let little rocks fall into your garbage disposal.
DO arrive early for a race. Give yourself plenty of time to park, pick up your bib, decorate your bib, and fret about wearing your hydration pack (will the heaviness be annoying or will I regret not having access to hydration whenever I want?).
DON'T freak out when you see you put on the wrong running shoes (who the heck doesn't notice the difference between Kinvaras and Cliftons??!!) while standing in the line for the 3rd time at the port-a-potties. Post your idiocy on social media and be thankful they are at least running shoes.
DO make sure your mantra is in plain view. Trust me, you'll be happy to see that more than once.
DON'T think too hard about pace, time, or the fact that your GPS watch is completely off in a trail race. Just follow the dudes in front of you (so many dudes? and hardly any chicks? hmmm...) and stay close. If it's your first trail marathon, it's an instant PR! And if you can't spot many ladies on the course, maybe you'll chance getting second in your age group!
Other random thoughts:

In retrospect, I really should have worn my hydration pack. Though there were 7 hydration stops and I took double cups at each, I was cramping hard once I finished. It was bad enough that I was nearly in tears for about 30 minutes post-race. Once I got some water/Gatorade/protein drink in me, I felt much better. Lesson learned.

I really had no clue what to expect out there pace-wise, but I was hoping to be close to 4 hours. There were no major hills, but it rolled the entire time. Little 6 foot roller coasters climbing up and down 100-200 feet. Much, much different than the tiny percentage gradients in road races. It was fun during some parts of the race, but I'll be the first to admit that I was relieved to push off of flat pavement for 1/10th of a mile before starting the second loop.

It didn't occur to me much while I was on the course, but when I started looking at the up-to-the-minute results posted on the picnic table I was perched next to post-race, I realized the lack of women in this race. Then I realized I was cheesing off the paces of dudes then entire race. And passed only 4 other women out there without 1 passing me. What's up with that?

Second-to-lastly, I want to make sure I am not breaking any trail racing protocols as a newb. The race was mostly on single-track sections and I got into a few packs where I was one or two people behind the front runner. If we were keeping a comfortable pace, I just stayed a stride behind the person in front of me. It actually reminded me a lot of track racing. I kept hoping I wasn't annoying anyone by running so close, but I didn't really want to pass, I just wanted to hold on.

Lastly, I ended up running right behind this German guy for the last 8ish miles who had been behind me from about mile 15. We chatted a bit though our exchanges were limited due to the task at hand, a slight language/accent barrier, and the difficult nature of trying to converse while behind/in front of another person. However, without just being able to mindlessly follow him, I am sure I would have slowed down tremendously in the final miles. My legs felt like they were on fire (but hey, my mind and gut were doing great!) and I just tried to pretend like I had to follow him to get out of the woods. I thanked him around mile 24 because I knew I might be too zombie-esque to remember at the finish line. We were about 2/10ths from the finish when he slowed down and stepped to the side and ushered me to push hard to the finish. Like it was my race to "win". Geez, if I didn't already know how bodacious runners were already.... I probably looked like an old basset hound trying to push hard to the finish, but I shuffled as hard as I could muster. We shook hands after he finished and then I lost him in the small crowd. Wherever you are out there, thanks runner dude.

Marathon #13: 22nd overall (of 102), 5th female (of 26), 2nd AG (of 4! lol), 4:07:41.

No comments:

Post a Comment