It all started with an injury. When my body breaks down, I have to adapt. I need to push myself; I am always trying to figure out what I can achieve. Back in March, I dislocated my shoulder at the beginning of a week-long road trip. Getting hurt on the third climb of the trip was devastating. I felt like dead weight and needed to figure out how to stay psyched and happy for the rest of the trip, to keep my sanity and that of those around me.
The year before, after a finger injury, I had spent a few months running. I enjoyed exploring the roads around my house and competed in a handful of trail races. I like the simplicity of running and the measurable progress. You run a mile, you have a time, you have a feeling of how hard you tried. You run eight miles and that’s going to take you longer than running six miles on the same type of terrain. Best of all, for a novice like me, the more I ran the faster I got.
Since this was the second time dislocating my shoulder, I knew it would take four to six months before I would be climbing well again. I needed a non-climbing goal for 2010. Running would allow me to stay fit and even tick something off my life list. Two of my friends from college, Rebecca and Adam, had both run two marathons and we had talked about doing a marathon together. Perhaps I could even convince some other Bucknellians, like Julie and Becki to come. For some reason the obvious choice is to run the Boston Marathon together. Thus I set about training to run a marathon to qualify for the Boston Marathon in 2011.
The trail runs and races I ran in 2008 and 2009 had maxed out around 17 miles. I previously considered running a marathon but never put in the enough time to build up the necessary mileage. I started slow and eventually built up to longer and longer runs. My first runs over 12 miles took me a week to really recover. Eventually these became common fare and I stuck with a training schedule and upped the mileage.
The second week of June came around and the plan was for my first 40+ mile week. I had been running between 22 and 38 miles a week (averaging about 28) for the prior six weeks. I had been alternating my long runs between pavement and trails to give my body a break. However come Friday I had already run 22 miles on roads. I ran the first 18 miles were at marathon pace (7 minute miles) before my right knee started hurting. I had to change my stride and I was in a decent amount of pain the final two miles home. Pain had not been a factor in my running so far and I was worried that I had injured something.
Were the last two plus months of training totally useless? I had finally committed to running the San Francisco Marathon and was now unsure that I would finish with a Boston-qualifying time. The pain went away but I was certain that the weekly pounding had been too much for my knees. I took a week off, focused more on climbing and started putting in the majority of my training on trails. The trails that I ran, in Rancho San Antonio, Foothills, Skyline and other parks, really kicked my ass. I enjoy trying to push the pace and couldn’t run quickly up the big hills. I stuck with it and I’m sure this training helped on the hills of San Francisco.
July quickly ticked by and I was able to return to a regular running schedule without much knee pain. I got in a solid final three weeks plus taper before the marathon and picked up a pair of the lightweight Saucony Kinvara shoes. I wanted every advantage I could get and a 15 mile road run had me sold on the lightweight kicks.
In order to qualify for the Boston Marathon, I would have to finish under three hours and ten minutes. This translates to 7 minute 15 second splits for each mile. I wanted to be comfortable finishing under 3:10 so my goal pace became 7:00 which would be around a 3:03 marathon. A few extra minutes would allow me to take a bathroom break if necessary. I had been using handheld water bottle on my training runs and knew it would also take additional time to get water from the aid stations. During my training I had run most of my mileage between 6:20 and 6:50 pace and was confident that I could run 7 minute miles. The number in my mind on race day was 3:05.
On race day morning it was dark and cold at the start line and there were a crazy number of people. I hope it would warm up from the chilly 50 degrees since I was only wearing a T-shirt and shorts. A hand warmer in each hand really helped me for the first ten miles. For nutrition I had 3 GU’s, two packs of Shot Blocks and 5- hour energy bottle. I drank an FRS energy when I got up, in addition to 10 oz or so of Gatorade. I barely made it out of the bathrooms at 5:28 which gave me enough time to jog over to the start line for Wave Two, which started ahead of schedule (5:30 instead of 5:32). My warm-up was the mile or so down hill from our hotel to the start line. Despite the crazy atmosphere of my first race with thousands of people, I felt totally ready when the gun went off.
The start was pretty surreal and I worked my way through the throngs of people running down the closed street along the San Francisco Bay. My plan was to make sure to warm-up slowly and run about 7:05 pace for the first many miles. This worked out well and the toughest part of the day was the long climb up to the Golden Gate bridge. I charged and was pretty tired by the time I had finished the hill and was running across the bridge. Once I hit the aid station at the end of the bridge I started feeling pretty good and kicked up the pace. I happily enjoyed the down hill and was at the aid station at mile 11 in no time.
I had a guy running on my heels for the most of the last 11 miles and he had followed my every stride, pass and so on. It was cool to be running with someone for that distance and it was reassuring to see him when I would glance back. I had been using the same technique and was chasing a runner ahead of me trying to match his pace. We chatted a little before the guy behind me broke off for the half marathon finish. I was on my own for a while going downhill through Golden Gate Park before running with a guy from Illinois (I think). He told me he had run 3:06 in Chicago and I said I was hoping to be on pace for 3:05. It was good to have some company, but I felt strong and lost him on the big hill section from mile 12 through 17. At this point there were not that many people ahead of me so I was pretty much on my own.
I was still feeling good and took my 5-hour energy at mile 18 below the deYoung museum. It was really fun to be running on familiar road from my Mom’s visit earlier in the year. It was a big relief to be done with all of the hills and I just had to keep it together for the last 8+ miles. My legs were getting tired but I was right on pace having run 1:31:44 at the halfway mark and 2:20:09 at Mile 20. My core was also starting to tire and the steep hill at mile 20 was pretty rough. I think I started hitting the wall around mile 22, which had a short hill, and was running as hard as I could until mile 24.
The city seemed pretty empty on the Sunday morning with all of the streets blocked off and I felt lonely. The guy I had been trying to follow/catch had disappeared and I couldn’t match pace with the three or four guys that passed me. The occasional band or cheering group made me smile as I suffered through the last few miles. My pace for the last 10k had dropped by over 17 seconds per mile compared to the rest of the race. As I passed by AT&T Stadium, a guy passed me and gave some encouraging words which helped my final “kick”. I could see the Bay Bridge getting closer and I knew I would be done soon enough!
I was overcome with happiness and relief as I came across the finish line in 3:05:29. I had made it under 3:10 and had only been 29 seconds slower than my goal time. The continuous exertion had really taken it out of me and I happily accepted food and a space blanket to combat the chilly morning. I was in a daze and don’t even remember getting my photo taken after the finish line. I sat down, drank some water, and tried to eat some food. I was so sweaty that I instantly got a chill and my teeth were chattering.
I waited around for the two friends who I had shared a hotel with and we all went out for lunch at the very trendy Brenda’s in San Francisco. We waited over two hours to eat with our group of 8, but the beignets were amazing and just being inside and warm was a big plus, making the wait well worthwhile.
Back in the South Bay, I iced and drank fluids for the rest of the day. I tried to climb about a week later, but my system was not ready for any kind of exertion. All of my clothing worked well during the race and the only chafing I got was on the back side of my armpits. I had laughed when my friend had applied body glide like deodorant… oops.
I think the best thing about running this Marathon was the amount of planning, training, and hard work that went into a single performance. I’ve worked hard for climbs before but I’ve never spent four months pursuing a single goal. It was stressful and sometimes I didn’t want to go out and run. My body was sore, I was climbing poorly, and I wasn’t always getting faster. Having a routine really helped me get out and run. I usually ran two or three days a week and never ran more than 20 miles. I think in the future I can prepare better and plan on sticking to the trails for any runs over 18 miles.
I’m committed to running Boston Marathon next spring and hopefully a few friends will be joining me there. I’ll be doing another cycle of training in the winter since I think I can run under three hours on a faster course. For right now I am happy to be climbing and my next running project is to gain some speed.
Thanks for reading along!
- Luke









































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