Race Information
Goals
Goal |
Description |
Completed? |
A |
Sub 3:30 |
No |
B |
Sub 3:45 |
Yes |
C |
Sub 4 |
Yes |
D |
Don't bonk |
Yes |
E |
Finish the race |
Yes |
F |
Don't end up in an ambulance |
Yes |
Splits
Mile |
Time |
1 |
8:27 |
2 |
8:15 |
3 |
8:07 |
4 |
8:42 |
5 |
7:59 |
6 |
7:53 |
7 |
7:45 |
8 |
8:35 |
9 |
8:17 |
10 |
8:24 |
11 |
8:28 |
12 |
8:19 |
13 |
8:05 |
14 |
9:06 |
15 |
7:24 |
16 |
7:33 |
17 |
7:50 |
18 |
7:57 |
19 |
8:25 |
20 |
8:10 |
21 |
7:55 |
22 |
8:33 |
23 |
8:51 |
24 |
7:48 |
25 |
8:02 |
26 |
8:00 |
26.2 |
1:59 |
Background
I did XC/track in high school, coming in from a very unathletic childhood. I always hated most sports, but I grew to love running and how it made me feel. Unfortunately, I often felt discouraged due to being the slowest on the team. My times improved a lot, but I was always dead last in so many races -- especially in track, where I would routinely get lapped in the 3200m. In college, I had almost stopped running altogether as I was too slow to make my college's team, only getting out to run 1-2x a week. I ate tons of junk to cope with stress, and gained lots of weight.
When I started getting serious about running again, I developed a much more healthy approach. And I dropped all the fat I gained. These days, I love running again. I don't beat myself up for missing my time goals anymore, and yet...I'm faster than I have ever been before.
I am currently 5’9”, 134 lbs., and 10% body fat.
Training
I peaked at about 50 miles per week. I usually ran 6 miles a day M-F, with long runs on Sat from 16 to 20 miles. I took Sundays off to just do a 5-mile walk. I made three 20-milers before St. George.
I also lifted 6 days a week directly before my runs, following a PPL/abs/full-body program that I jerry-rigged myself. I also walked about 2-3 miles a day, utilizing work breaks and lunchtime, and did some light swimming a few times a week.
I loved this training cycle. I am grateful to say that I never felt burned out! It was time consuming, but it was also awesome. At least once a week, I ran 2-3 easy miles in the afternoon heat (95F or so). Most of my runs were early in the morning, though. One day a week, I’d either do hills, tempo, fartlek, or some combination of the 3. The rest of my runs were easy pace with the occasional burst of speed.
I ran plenty of tune-up halfs, ranging from 1:42 at Disney Princess to 1:23:59 at Revel Big Cottonwood.
I ate according to CICO and generally tried to get 80% of my bodyweight in grams of protein. I actually was in a 400-600cal deficit most of the time in order to try and make my abs pop for summer. Vanity, I know. :’)
I also stretched almost every night of the week for about 15 minutes, usually while watching a show. As part of these stretching sessions, I also did arch work, toe strengthening, IT band work, ankle strengthening, intensive foam rolling, balance board, and the like. For me, only lifting and running is not sufficient to prevent injury.
I didn't taper much. Just one final period of ~10 days where I sliced all my mileage in half, ran everything easy, dropped my long run to 12 miles, and slashed all my weights to 50%.
Pre-race
I stopped all caloric deficit stuff on Wednesday, with the race on Saturday. I started carb loading on Wednesday as well, and downing lots of electrolytes.
I took Friday off of work and we drove down to St. George that morning. The night before the race, my cousin and I did a 5K for the Desert Double challenge, to get an extra shirt and 2 extra medals. Since we had the marathon the next morning, we jogged it at a conversational pace. Finished in like 28 minutes or so. It was wicked hot — about 100 degrees F.
We grabbed some Olive Garden after the 5K. I ate the spaghetti with 3 meatballs and 4 breadsticks, plus a bit of cheese on top. I downed a lot of electrolytes (mostly Gatorade Zero and Propel) and water too. It was so good.
I slept about 6 hours as I got to bed by 9, so not ideal, but not too bad either. I still had to pack everything for the race and make sure I was 100% good to go with my clothing, food, drop bag, etc., and I wanted to take a nice relaxing shower.
The morning of the race, I woke up at 3 AM and ate a PB&J, drank a protein shake (Orgain, I am not vegan but I can’t have whey), and grabbed some Crystal Light energy for the bus. I did some quick core work, took another shower because feels good man, and we were off.
We got on the bus at 4:30 and then hung out at the start line. I used the restroom twice, sent off my drop bag, did some swings and lunges, did an easy jog of around 0.25 miles, and then it was time.
Race
The race was preceded by a short drone show. As the drones moved in the shape of the number 26.2, it was a very surreal moment for me. Like holy crap, I am actually doing this. And then the gun went off.
The race started at a comically easy pace, as I was determined to run around 8:30ish for my first mile. I figured I could pick it up after that, and see how I felt. Kinda warm up into it.
It was a very hot day, and I was drinking a lot of fluids. By mile 3, I already had to pee again, even though I had just done so maybe 25 minutes before the race started. So around mile 4 I popped into a port-a-john.
I started eating on and off maybe 5 miles in, mostly Honey Stinger caffeinated chews and Skippy peanut butter balls (the latter were a mistake, even though I had eaten them on long runs before without issue). My pace increased to below 8 minute miles, so I thought that maybe I’d be able to swing a sub-3:30, if everything went right.
The scenery was, of course, beautiful. Around mile 7 was when we hit the big uphill, going up a volcano. After that mile, I realized that my fallback goal of 3:45 was going to be a safer bet, as 3:30 was going to take a bit of a miracle. I talked to a few other runners for a brief time but otherwise just kept grinding out the miles and downing my electrolytes and water, both those on my person and those at aid stations.
At the beginning of mile 14 I had to pee yet again, so that’s why that mile was 9:06.
Around mile 15, it was super downhill so I managed to snag a 7:24 mile, but I started to feel like I was going to puke. The smell of peanut butter, normally one of my favorite foods, started to seem really gross. So I pulled back on the pace and stopped eating the Skippy balls.
Around mile 20 was where it started to kinda hurt. Not the full-blown wall per se, but I could feel some soreness in my legs. Some dude near me was talking on the phone saying that he felt like he was going to poop his pants. I heard some other groans of agony from runners beside me. I got a brief cramp in the arches of my feet, but it quickly went away. Paranoid of truly hitting the wall, I downed a Honey Stinger waffle at mile 21. Not sure if this was a good idea. Mostly, my stomach hurt from eating too much, and I was sore. However, I had a bit of energy and was still enjoying myself, especially since there were lots of spectators around by this point. I slapped one kid’s sign that said “tap here for a free energy boost” and managed to speed up my pace a little bit there.
I’ve gotten super sick after half marathons due to insufficient glycogen, which is why I was so cautious with eating enough during this race, however I may have overdid it slightly!
Mile 22 or so was where I just stopped taking in chews. I couldn’t do it anymore. I was going to puke it all up. I ran through every mister I saw and started to pour cups of water on myself at every aid station I passed.
I tried to pick it up for the last 5K, but my body just wasn’t having it. In the end, I mostly just kept the same pace until I saw the finish. Towards this point, I started to hear and see multiple ambulances, and also saw a dude who collapsed near the finish line getting picked up by some medics.
No one was really racing me at the finish, but I forced myself to pick it up slightly and pumped my fists into the air as I crossed the finish line! My time said 3:35 on the clock, but turns out my chip time was 3:34:45, and either way I had achieved my B goal! Then I walked straight through the final set of misters, and it felt SO good. And in the end, I managed to avoid puking.
Post-race
I staggered around after finishing, feeling somewhat sick to my stomach, but overall happy. I grabbed a bunch of food and forced myself to eat a slice of bread and butter. I should have cooled down and stretched but I didn’t until much later that evening, where I did a brief stretching session. I was just too tired! I collapsed underneath a tree for a while after getting my bag, forcing myself to eat some more food as I stared at the sky. My cousin met up with me -- she had finished in 3:07, only a minute off her PR. My energy was slowly coming back to me, and my appetite came back too, so after a while we went and got some sandwiches and chips from Jimmy John’s, plus Orange Peel smoothies.
After that, and a brief recovery period indoors, we went swimming (or rather, floating) in the pool all day. I sat upright in a pool toy that allowed my legs to dangle in just the right way. This felt SO good. We got Chili’s for dinner and I ate about 3000 calories in one sitting. Went to bed before 9 pm and slept 10 hours straight. I was back to running 3 miles a day by Wednesday (well, I did run 0.25 on Tuesday), with only some slight soreness and a bit of an IT band niggle which is just about gone. And peanut butter tastes good again, hooray!
This will only be the first in a series of many marathons to come. I still think the half is my favorite distance, but the marathon is a completely different animal. It’s SO cool! I have dreams of getting faster and maybe even qualifying for Boston even though these days I’d have to improve to like a 2:45. Who knows what the upcoming years will bring? Even if I don’t get to that crazy fast of a time, it’ll be a ride.
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