Remember way back when I actually posted? I think I may have mentioned that I signed up to run the Rock N Roll Marathon and the big day was yesterday. It was my best race to date.
Unfortunately, given the 4-6 am shuttle run to the start line, I had to get up at 3:45 am to head downtown by 4:20 am. I think I may have even Twittered that stupid start to the morning. Met co-worker (”L”) at our office and gathered our stuff, stripped down to running clothes and took off for the shuttle buses about 1.5 miles away. COLD. WINDY. I don’t recommend walking in downtown Seattle at 5 am in the morning in shorts and tank tops or t-shirts.
We were shocked at the line of people waiting to get on a shuttle. But the line moved quickly and soon we were bouncing and jostling our way down to Tukwila in a school bus. I thought my bladder was going to BURST by the time they dropped us off. Have to pee, have to pee, have to pee. Shit. There are 25,000 other people here who have to pee. Barely made it through the 30 minute wait for a porta potty and then we were off to find our start corral. I was shocked at how quickly it was 7 am and the race was starting. Oh wait. I’m in corral 24. We stood and slowly inched forward for the next 45 minutes before WE reached the start line. My feet actually hurt from standing on the concrete.
And finally! We’re off to run the marathon! And I have to pee. Badly. The hour wait to actually start running did me in. First porta potties were at the 0.6 mile marker and there I had to stop and stand in line.
And now we’re really off and running! L did an amazing job keeping me from starting out way too fast which is my MO. I blaze out of the finish line and then totally burn out half way through the race. L kept us on a great pace through Tukwila to Seward Park. After another bathroom stop (an unfortunate one that had an 8 minute line), we increased our pace a little and soon caught up and passed the 5 hour pace group. The run from Seward Park to I-90 was fantastic. We felt good, we were moving along at a good pace and we even ran back a little to see the bald eagle sitting in a tree we had just passed.
We got to the transition to I-90 where the marathoners first split from the half-marathoners. It was interesting to see 70% of the runners head the other way as we started off across I-90. It was gorgeous! Mt. Rainier was out and the view was beautiful. Hit Mercer Island and turned around and headed back across the bridge. Joined back up with the half-marathoners on the express lanes into downtown Seattle. They were running their last 2 or so miles and we were on our miles 13-15 at that point. They all took off for their finish line and us marathoners were routed into downtown. That was a fun part of the run- through masses of people cheering us on.
Ran up the on-ramp to Highway 99 and headed north at that point. We had many many miles to run on Highway 99 but the view of Elliot Bay was stunning. Every time we ran through the tunnels (on both I-90 and Highway 99), it was like entering a sauna. Hot, humid, off lighting. As hot as it was, the humidity did feel good for our legs. I much preferred the cold air and breeze though.
We kept heading north and were finally near Queen Anne and Canlis restaurant. At that point, we had to run north across the Aurora Bridge to the turn around point. L and I were still feeling good. Passed mile marker 18 and then the turn around. Legs, hips and feet hurt but attitude is good and we have yet to stop and walk.
Turned around at the north end of the bridge and headed back towards downtown Seattle. Mile 20 was just after Canlis and we had our final bathroom stop there and took off for the last 6.2 miles. Our plan was to increase our pace at this point but the pain had really set in. We were able to pick up the pace on the downhill portions but my uphill pace was barely more than a shuffle. I started making L calculate our per mile time and estimated finish time at every mile marker. She was a really good sport and did it. At every single mile. We figured out that we could beat my Portland Marathon time and so that was the goal.
We passed Qwest Field and could see runners coming back from south of downtown and turning off to run towards Qwest Field. I wanted to be them at that point. My legs were hurting and I could tell I was getting blisters on the tips of my toes of my left foot. But, no. We kept heading south and passed miles 23 and 24 and then we got to finally turn around down by the West Seattle Bridge (in the middle of some container yard) and head back UP north. Yes, UP. Mile 24.5 to mile 25.5 was UP a hill. Sadistic race planners.
Unfortunately for L, she had seen a volunteer eating a muffin at the water station back at mile 24 or so. Remember, we last ate at 4 am. It is now around noon. 8 hours later. So then we spent the next several minutes talking about just how hungry we were. Oh well, we shuffled up the hill and FINALLY reached the turn off point from Highway 99 and it was downhill to Qwest Field.
We took off down the hill and picked up our pace immensely. Passed mile marker 26 in a sea of people cheering us on. Turned a corner and we started to sprint. Whoops. I made the same mistake I made at the Portland Marathon: 0.2 miles? Is a lot further than you think it is. Especially after just running 26 miles.
We were sprinting past people and the finish line was still a couple of blocks away. Had to slow sprint a little until the finish line was actually close and then we took off and blasted across the finish. Woo hoo! 26.2 miles DONE. Our “unofficial (without the bathroom breaks) time” was 4:29:29. Not too bad. Especially since neither L nor I had really trained that much leading up the race.
We went to get something to eat and those bastard half-marathoners (sorry, Mrs. Flinger- love you!) had cleaned out the food. We managed to snag half of a bagel and a bottle of water and started the long and painful 1.25 mile walk back to our offices. I won’t lie: that final walk downtown to the office hurt like you would not believe.
But, it’s Sunday morning and I’m feeling great. Legs are a little stiff but not too bad. Two toes on my left foot have ugly blisters on them but they’ll heal. Even heading out for a bike ride with the kids in an hour or so.
Final verdict: I’m already planning to run the Seattle Rock N Roll marathon next year!
(Chris also posts over at www.3giraffes.net with her partner in crime, Kim. This post was cross-posted at both sites as Chris was too tired to come up with TWO posts on the same race.)