Monday, May 30, 2011

May 29th 2011 - Ottawa Marathon

This is my attempt to put into words the experience I had at the Ottawa Marathon. My whole training year had been geared towards this race, to complete a marathon was my goal at the start of the year and as my training progressed and I ran a personal best 1:44:24 in a half marathon race, I set myself the target of running the marathon in under 4 hours.

My training went pretty well, I didn’t hit the weekly mileage targets I had set myself and had a bit of a lull in the middle of the program but I felt that I had done as much as I could do with what was a pretty demanding program for me (in terms of time and recovery).

The weather forecasts were calling for a warm and humid day with rain and possible thundershowers, and as the big day dawned it was in fact a little warm, but nothing too out of the ordinary for Ottawa in May. I breakfasted on oatmeal and made sure to down plenty of water in preparation. I had been nervous for the past few days but now that it was race day, I felt calm, ready, happy, and excited. 

A quick drive downtown, I found a decent parking space in the Byward Market and walked to the start area, chatting with another first-time marathon hopeful on the way, she seemed happy with the way the weather had turned out, even though a few drops of rain were starting to fall.

Then it was off to the portapotties and as I was getting ready for my warm up I spotted my friend Sylvie, she was testing a sore foot and getting ready to try and qualify for the Boston Marathon, we ran together and chatted a bit, she gave me some great words of encouragement before she went off to find some of her other friends.

I made my race plan some days before the race. I had never raced over 21.1 kms before and had never even run over 30 kms so I went with a cautious approach. I decided to run each 5 km in around 27 minutes and keep checking how I was feeling (legs, lungs, head), take
gels every 7 km and water as needed from my fuel belt until I ran out, then take it from the water stations, then I would try hang on and fight the inevitable fade as fatigue set in. 

I lined up in the yellow corral and soon we were off. It seemed like a really slow start but I quickly got into my pace, I was fearful of getting carried away with the excitement and kept telling myself, “easy, take it nice and easy”. I ran for a bit behind a blind guy with his guide through China town and then all the way down Preston Street and Little Italy. The pace felt good, and as we turned up Sherwood and onto Fairmont it dawned on me I was running my first marathon.

1 - 5:29
2 - 5:22
3 - 5:13
4 - 5:26
5 - 5:22
26:52 (5:22 average)

Bang on pace for the first 5 km and I was feeling really good, so I upped the pace ever so slightly (again cautious of going out too hard). I saw the
runningmania.com cheering squad at 7 km so that definitely gave me a boost as they called out to me as I went by. Took my first gel and soon enough I had hit the 10 km mat in 53:19 and I was feeling really fresh and focused on the task in hand.

6 5:24
7 5:18
8 5:13
9 5:17
10 5:15
26:27 (5:17 average)
10 km split: 53:19

The route along the River Parkway had the first few hills of the route, I decided not to try and maintain my pace, but keep the same effort level as in the previous kms. Apart from a tent with loud music blaring out, the Parkway was pretty quiet until we turned to head across the Chaudière Bridge and into Gatineau where a good crowd had gathered. I took gel number 2 and headed up the hill.

11 5:29
12 5:23
13 5:23
14 5:11
15 5:25
26:51 (5:22 average)

A few ups and downs in Gatineau, always wary of the holes in the road, I kept on pace and was still feeling great. Soon enough we were heading up and onto the Alexandra Bridge and back into Ottawa. I was dreading the climb off the bridge and past the art gallery, but the crowd support was awesome and I tackled it with no real problems, coming around the corner and past the Royal Canadian Mint, I saw and absolutely amazing sight. The leaders were heading back towards the Rideau Canal, a pack of about 8-10 Africans striding gracefully towards the 31 km marker (I was at 18 kms), they looked so calm, so focused, and so in control, that everyone in the pack I was running in started to clap and whoop at them. It was amazing to see some of the best distance runners in the world close up in the heat of a big race. Then it was time to get my mind back on the race as we headed up a steep hill into Rockcliffe, lots of other runners were walking the hill, but I decided to drop the pace ever so slightly but keep the legs moving and stay on pace for this 5 km segment. 

16 5:20
17 5:23
18 5:20
19 5:19
20 5:33
26:55 (5:23 average)

Coming up the next hill, I could see the “halfway point” banner and mat ahead and a quick check of the Garmin showed me I was executing my plan really well. A thought then crossed my mind, “I have to do this all again”, I quickly shook it off and focused instead on completing my 5 km segment, “just keep it going to 25, keep moving to 25”. On reflection, this part of the course was the toughest; it was mostly uphill with very little crowd support and a very slight headwind. It was at 23 kms that I started to feel the first signs of fatigue (my groin muscles were starting to complain) and maybe just a little doubt. In planning my race I had thought of 2 key words that might help, “TRUST” and “BELIEVE”, trust your training, and believe in your abilities. Whenever I felt doubt I would repeat these words to myself and just keep running. 

21 5:28 halfway split 1:53:23
22 5:16
23 5:36
24 5:33
25 5:37
27:30 (5:30 average)

Coming back down towards Vanier/New Edinburgh, the crowds were better. I got a real boost from them and was enjoying the support. I read every sign I saw on the race course, some of them were really funny so it was hard not to burst out laughing. I had told myself that whatever the result, to take it all in, enjoy it, look around, smile, and I think this really helped me in the difficult parts of the race. My pace had slowed, I was well aware of it, so I decided not to force myself to do the 27 minute 5 kms anymore and just keep my form good and keep running. I have various screens set on my Garmin, one of them is current lap pace (lap every km) so at this point I told myself just to stay under 5:40. I hit the 30 km mat in 2:42:56 and it dawned on me that every step I took beyond that point was my longest ever run.

26 5:34
27 5:27
28 5:34
29 5:35
30 5:39
27:49 (5:34 average)
30 km split: 2:42:56

“32 kms of hope, 10 kms of truth” is what they say about marathons, as I went under the Mackenzie King Bridge I was entering the kms of truth, the kms that would determine whether I finished the race under 4 hours or not, or whether I finished the race at all. Again my pace had dropped, I was getting really tired and sore in the quads and my groin muscles were now on fire. The rain started to fall again but I was soaked through anyway from squeezing the sponges over my head that the volunteers were giving out along the way. I took my final gel at 35 kms and it was everything I could do to get it down, it was my fifth of the race and I was pretty sick of them, although they had done their job, I had had no gastrointestinal problems, no cramps and hadn’t hit the wall.

31 5:42
32 5:40
33 5:42
34 5:48
35 5:52
28:44 (5:45 average)

All I could think about at this point was my family they were waiting to cheer me on Lakeside Avenue (37-38 km point). They were waiting in what was now pouring rain, I didn’t want to let them down, I didn’t want to let myself down, I was now digging deep, my pace had dropped again, but I was still running and the kms were clicking by. I had been just behind the 3:50 (run/walk) pace bunny and his group for a while, they’d pull ahead of me and then I’d catch them while they were walking, they were starting to drop me, a guy at the side of the road called my name (he read it off my bib), “Mark! That’s the 3:50 bunny, don’t you dare let him out of your sight, you’ve got this!”. It was a great boost and even though I didn’t catch the bunny it helped me keep on running, pushing as hard as my legs would let me, my family were close, I was going to finish this marathon. 

Then I saw my wife, with my children in the chariot, they were soaked but went crazy cheering me on and I left them with the words “GO PAPA GO!!!” ringing in my ears. Down onto Queen Elizabeth drive, it was now or never, I had to keep on going, I hadn’t taken a single walk break and I told myself, “you’re running this one to the finish, you can walk when you get past the finish line”.

36 5:57
37 5:54
38 5:55
39 6:05
40 6:07
29:58 (6:00 average)

Two and a bit kms to go, my “trust” and “believe” weren’t working anymore, I just focused on the fact that I knew this portion of the course really well, I used to run here almost every lunch time when I worked downtown. I set myself little targets, “get to Pretoria Bridge”, “get to Corkstown Bridge”, I started to sniff the finish line and was actually speeding up. I had no real sense if sub 4 hours was still on, I couldn’t do the math in my head, it was just too much effort, I kept expecting the 4 hour bunny to stride past me, I resisted the urge to look behind me and just ran as hard as I could through the massive puddles that had formed and barreled towards the finish, urging myself “COME ON!”. 

Then I saw it, the finish line, and gave every last ounce of energy I had, I had to dodge a guy who had lost control of his legs and was swaying around like a punch-drunk boxer, he was so close but his legs had nothing left. I hope he finished his race and is in good health now. 

One hundred meters to go, the clock was on 3:57, I knew that it had taken a couple of minutes to cross the start line so I knew I was going to be sub 4 hours, what a feeling it was, mission accomplished, I hit the finish mat hard with a roar and a fist pump, and quickly remembered to stop my Garmin, 3:55!!!

41 5:59
42 5:51
0.471 2:26 (5:11)

Final time
3:55:22

What a rush! After a few minutes of catching my breath, I realized that it was absolutely pouring down with rain, I grabbed a bottle of water and one of those foil blankets they were handing out, I could barely walk and was taking tiny steps forward to get my finishers medal. The line-ups to get through the food area were crazy as all the sub 4 marathoners and sub 2 half marathoners were arriving at the same time. I had about a 1 km walk to the car in the pouring rain, but nothing, could dampen my spirits. I am a MARATHONER!













2 comments:

  1. Congratulations Mark!!! What an accomplishment! Wish I could have been there to cheer you on! But I was there in spirit and firmly knew that you would do great! Félicitation le beau-frère, je suis très fière de toi!
    Mylène

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  2. To my wonderful husband, you are a inspiration to all of us. Congratulations, we love you Emma, Erik and your wife!!!!
    xoxoxoxoxox
    Bravo mon cher époux!!!!

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