The short version is that I flew through the first 30K/18.6/M of my marathon, was reduced to a pedestrian on the last major hill climb, but still fought my way over to the finish line for a new personal record.
My wife and I arrived at Pirmasens, in Rhineland-Pfalz, Germany on Saturday afternoon around 3:00. After picking up my start package we found our hotel a mile from the start, checked in and went to look for some dinner. Returning to the hotel room around 8 p.m. we spent a quiet night watching some T.V. and trying to relax.
After a slightly restless sleep I woke up before the alarm went off at 7 a.m., showered and got ready for breakfast. As breakfast was first at 8 a.m. at the hotel, so we had to hurry as the marathon started at 10 a.m. We wanted to try to be at the start before 9:00 in order to find a place to park.
We found a parking place a couple blocks from the race and made our way to the start. I made my pilgrimage to the toilet and my wife found a cup of coffee. About 20 minutes before the start I warmed up a little and lined up with the other 900 runners. The race was offering a half-marathon, marathon and a marathon-relay.
After the usual opening comments from the organizers the start pistol went off and we were on our way. The first 5 kilometers were downhill and I quickly picked up the pace. I didn’t worry too much about a faster pace at the beginning because I figured I would slow down when I hit the first hill - this would prove to be my first mistake.
Around kilometer 5 we finally left the asphalt bike trail we had been following and started climbing. I was still feeling fresh so didn’t slow down as much as I should have and by the time we rounded the top of the hill and started down again, I again picked up the pace crossing the 10K point in 53:07, about 5 minutes ahead of my planned time.
It was getting warmer outside by this time, around 22C/72F according to what I heard at an aid station. I made sure I was drinking each time I passed the aid stations (approx. every 5K).
I continued on over some rolling hills then down hill, passing the 21K/13M in 1:52:17. I was still feeling really good at this point, but knew I was going way too fast – I had planned on finishing the 20K/12.4M in two hours! I decided to keep running the pace and hope that I don’t fall apart too badly before I finish (mistake number two).
Around kilometer 23 (14.3 miles) the trail started climbing again and this time rather steeply. This climb continued on for about 3K/2M and by the time I reached the top I had slowed down considerably. But I was saved by a steep downhill shortly after and somehow managed to pick up the pace again, passing the 30K/18.6M point in around 2:47:00. I knew that I was having the marathon race of my life up to this point, but I also knew that I had the biggest hill in front of me and that I was fading fast. Shortly after the 30K point we began climbing, first a couple short hills, then the one I had been waiting for.
As I started up the longest, steepest climb at around the kilometer 34 (21 miles), my legs (or will to lift them) gave out. I joined the dozens of runners who walked to the top. Three kilometers later when I finally got to the top I tried to pick up the pace, but by this time my legs were stiff and I could only wobble forward. With 5K left I was moving very slowly forward and was paying dearly for my fast start. My only goal at this point was to keep moving. As I started up the last little hill at around kilometer 40 (25 miles) I experienced some cramping in my legs, but after stopping and doing some quick stretching, I was able to plod on. As I entered the grounds to the conference center where the finish line was my legs felt like pillars of concrete. I struggled to try to get the feet to move faster, the seconds seemed like minutes, until I finally rounded a building and saw the finish line.
I had told my wife that I would need around 4 ½ hours for the race and she was at the finish waiting for me as I made my way over the line and received my finishers medallion. As I walked towards her I suddenly was overcome with dizziness and had to sit down for a minute. A doctor rushed over, took my pulse and asked if I was okay. I said I only need some water and salt. The doctor was amazed that my pulse was so low and as my wife arrived with some water (and pretzels) she turned me over to her and said if I still have problems to come over to the aid station. I stood up and started moving, drinking more water, then eating a sports bar. I knew that I hadn’t drank enough the last 10K.
I felt fine after that so went to collect my change of clothes from the car and headed for the showers. After some hot food and a victory beer, I let my wife drive me home.
The official result are still not published, but based on my watch I finished in about 4:30:00, about 4-5 minutes faster than my best time. My previous record of 4:34:14 was a flat city race.
This morning I have sore legs, but feel fine otherwise. Although I savor my new PR, the victory is somewhat bittersweet because I know I would have done even better if I had not started out so fast yesterday. I know that it would have been a little smarter to maintain a more even pace throughout the race, but I got the job done anyway.