Marathon #51: Philadelphia Marathon, Pennsylvania, November 2018

FREE blanket!

I had never been to Philadelphia, in fact I never even considered it, except for the desire to run the marathon someday. I'm so glad I finally got around to it, because I discovered that Philadelphia is a wonderful city with tons of things to see and do! Of course the marathon was great, as expected. It really showcases most of the sights of the city and surrounding neighborhoods. Not only that, but the people of the city come out in mass to celebrate the event, or should I say events because the half marathon and other races are ran on Saturday, with the full marathon on Sunday.

The half marathoners had warned us of their long lines going through security at the starting area, so Toby and I walked over to the area to scope it out, since the map showed an additional entrance north of where they had entered. It was right next to the bag drop off and porta potties. That's what we would do in the morning for sure.

On Sunday morning the four of us (me, Toby, Laura aka LSP, and Mark) made our way to the start. When we got off the bus they were directing everybody to enter the already way too long security lines, and we said nope! They were yelling at us to come get in line and we ignored them and headed north. We entered the checkpoint with NO LINE! Hilarious! We huddled in the warming tent until it was time to get it together for the race. Toby left us before too long, then the 3 of us headed to the drop off. As with these larger races I always forget the cluster and long lines associated with them and sure enough the lines were long at bag check. After that we had 15 minutes to somehow pee and get into the starting corrals, oops. We split and didn't see each other again!

Pre race..yet again the 4 of us getting after it!

I entered the corral without a pit stop and was already regretting it. When I realized the corral starts were going off about 5 minutes apart I made a mad dash across the street to a porta potty then got back in the corral with 15 seconds to spare. What a way to start a race!

The first half of the marathon circled through the city via Chinatown, near the Ben Franklin Bridge, a long lively stretch along Chestnut street, Farmount Park, Drexel University, and near the "Rocky steps" as we ran by the finish line to head out for the second half. I normally hate running past the finish line during a race, but I was able to see the first female finisher!

I was running a pretty steady pace through the entire first half, even through the hillier section in the park, roughly miles 7-11. It was hillier than I thought, but nothing like the last marathon, and of course, this would be all the hills we would encounter, except for a few inclines here and there. I really enjoyed the first half of the race and felt really really good, which is something I haven't felt in any of the marathons I've ran this year! Of course there was no gravel, roots, rocks, spiral staircases, excessive humidity or even heat! Not even a kidney stone! We had perfect weather conditions, and other than dealing with my cold hands and thick gloves everything was pretty effortless.

Boat house row

The entire second half of the race was an out and back along Kelly Drive, where the boat houses are along the river. The race turns around at mile 20 in the community of Manayuk. I love out and backs, especially when other friends are running the race too.  I knew I'd see Toby (and I did and we both said we were doing good), but would have trouble seeing Mark or LSP, because the road narrowed and got really crazy with spectators as we entered Manayuk. You had to watch your footing and not look over for very long and too, there were a lot of us! Mark had passed me early on after his porta potty stop so I knew for sure he was in front, but I never saw LSP.  After a while I just had to tell myself that she's out in front of me and she's crushing it (and she was!)

I hit the 20 mile mark at the same steady pace but mentally thought ok this last 10K is gonna suck, but every time I hit a mile marker I was still on pace! I started slowing at mile 24, so I walked the water stop and took in one last gel to make sure I didn't crash on the way in. That would be my only walk break during the entire race, and I finished strong. Wow, I sure wish they could all end like that!

It didn't take long to regroup and share what seemed to be a very similar experience to mine. (Yes we all had ran the Freedom's run 6 weeks ago so maybe that's why).

Our times:
Toby: 3:23
Mark: 4:03
LSP: 4:06
Me: 4:13

The course records were broken for both the men and women's race, in what was most likely the most perfect race conditions ever.

Our finishers medals have Liberty bells that jingle--one of my favorite medals so far.

I highly recommend this marathon and I highly recommend traveling to Philadelphia! We have to come back since there's so much we didn't get a chance to see or do. Fun town!

Oh and yes you have to run up the rocky steps post marathon. We did that, but it wasn't pretty, wasn't pretty at all! And going down the steps was pure torture! It was great traveling with the best buds in the world, including the entire Patterson family--priceless!

LOVE

Marathon #50: Freedom's Run, Sheperdstown West Virginia, October 2018

I'm drawn to unique marathon courses-courses that offer a bit of tourism of the area-a showcase of the character of the people and the land. For that reason I don't shy away from them if they are challenging. This course, summed up in one word, is a BEAST.  The course starts in Harper's Ferry West Virginia, does a small loop through Murphy Farm, then crosses the Potomac River into Maryland, descending onto the C&O Canal via a spiral staircase around mile 5. Miles 5-15 are flat miles along a gravel trail until the runners depart up and onto the undulating terrain of the Antietam Battlefield. Miles 15-21 contain the steepest of hills, but offer stunning views of the battle fields, littered with old artifacts and memorials of the Civil War's bloodiest battle. The final miles, heading back into West Virginia via Sharpsburg, contain rolling hills with a finish on the 50 yard line of the University's stadium.

We had an unusually humid summer that left me with little confidence in pulling off a decent marathon time, and combined with my Iowa meltdown in June, I was flat out scared of this one. The forecast was proving to be typical; unseasonably warm and humid, and there were so few water stops that I'd have to factor in multiple stops to refill my water bottle, so my only goal was to try to break 4:30 (four and a half hours).  In fact, we're all running marathons in 4-6 weeks, so we used the term "training run" to explain what our goals were, but in reality I was and always will give it all I got come race day. I just knew I didn't have a lot to give!

We had yet another HUGE group for this event, including Karen and Candy coming in from PA, but only 5 of us in for the full:

Toby, Mark, LSP, and Jamie (on the ground)

The temperature was right around 60 degrees and foggy-cooler than what we trained in, so that was good. And no sun! Without any of the big race fan fare or stress (except for Jamie's watch freezing up) we were off! Finally, starting this race felt like a great relief after freaking out over it.

Right away things got interesting. We went from asphalt (my precious favorite) to rocky gravel and then grass terrain. At one point we were traipsing across a grass field around cones as if we were in a cross country event. We looped back to the starting area then (whew) back onto asphalt as we made our way towards the canal. This was a beautiful stretch of road that allowed me to finally settle in for the ride. I was still seeing glimpses of LSP and Jamie in front of me, and sometimes I could see Mark ahead of them, so all was good. (Toby was nowhere to be seen of course).

The bridge across the Potomac River was pretty, although tiny with fencing on one side only, and I'm pretty sure the spiral staircase is the most unique thing I've ever "ran" on, but it all seemed a bit precarious, so I didn't exactly run any of this with ease.

We were led onto the C&O canal, and at first it reminded me of Iowa's course with finely crushed limestone, but as we continued it narrowed and became more shaded with stretches covered in leaves, sometimes hiding roots and rocks. I could feel the muscles in my back tightening up as I nervously watched the ground in front of me with every step. I've never been much of a trail runner, and after I broke my foot by rolling it on a rock I have been paranoid of trails ever since. Before too long I found myself in a very bad place mentally. 10 miles of this agony! My head hurt! Yes it was pretty, but because we were so spread out I also found it a bit creepy. And it was so stifling and humid in there I felt like I was running in a terrarium. I had a drained water bottle and hadn't come across water for several miles as well. I had anticipating building a buffer for my 4:30 quest, but couldn't run as fast as I wanted--just had to accept that and everything else and remember my mantra of the day: Gratitude and Attitude. It really helped to center me and allow me to make it through this stretch.

Mark popped out of a porta potta at one of our rare water stops, and we ran together briefly, which helped, but you couldn't really run side by side because of the trail tracks. At one point they were so narrow I tried running on the grass mound between them (fail), until FINALLY we were led off the trail back onto asphalt!  (People did trip and fall, including my friend Richard).

Yes, we were led straight up one of the steepest hills of the course, but it felt so refreshing to be out in the open air with cool breezes for a change. I saw Mark refilling at a water stop as I started up, and I put my music on and said time to get to work. The hardest part of the course was before us.

I can't adequately describe the profound "epic-ness" of what we ran through. Every hill summit afforded a more majestic view, cannons in the distance, monuments lining the roads, the wooden fences, the historical markers. It almost felt wrong to be running through such a somber place.

 I tried to run as much of the hills as I could, but some were just so ridiculously steep I had to walk. Still, I was within my sub 4:30 goal and was feeling surprisingly ok for most of the battlefield portion. Somewhere around miles 21 or 22, after leaving the battlefield I started struggling with the urge to walk. My legs were feeling it, that all too familiar wobbly feeling. Every walk break chipped away at my way too tiny time buffer. I would desperately get myself moving again because of it. Luckily there was an older guy in the same boat, and as silent partners we carried on down the road together. He walked faster and I ran faster. so back and forth it went. That helped.  The back of his shirt said 50 sub 4. This wasn't his first rodeo. On the last mile he smelled the barn and off he went. I looked at my watch and saw that it was getting close to noon, 4:30!! I was close, but not quite close enough. I entered the campus as the church bells were ringing over head. I was circling through the buildings as they clanged!  I swear I felt like Cinderella! So close!

Before I rounded into the stadium I took one last walk break and as I turned the corner to my surprise all my peeps were there screaming and cheering for me! They shamed me into running again. Haley decided to run along beside me, telling me to move my arms like this (because for 26 miles I've been doing it wrong), and I couldn't help but laugh. It was a great finish for sure!

Right away people were asking me about Mark, so I reassured them that he was ok. To be honest I never saw him again after mile 15 but the thing is this: when I had my Iowa meltdown and realized I was going to be coming in a lot later than normal the thought that Toby and Jamie were worrying about me really ate at me. Odds are Mark was not dying somewhere on the course and was simply having a bad day. Please don't worry about us! And sure enough he came in not too long after I did.
I had to lie down for what seemed like an eternity until my head stopped spinning, but it passed and I was able to rejoin the masses and share war stories with everyone.

My official time was 4:34. I'll take it.
Toby ran a 3:27, 2nd in his age group.
Jamie and LSP actually ran together until around mile 23, finishing in 4:19 and 4:23, respectively.
LSP got 3rd and I got 5th in our age group.
Mark's time was 4:40.
All the half marathoners had their own crazy stories to tell. Even Haley's 10K was a beast.

The Bavarian Inn had a great post race party across the street from the campus. I have to say that was one of my favorite post race parties, especially since the weather was at least pleasant enough for hanging around outside. Our entire gang was reunited at last!

Would I recommend this marathon? Hmmm...It's tough! There's lots of trickery; the slick grass, bridges, a spiral staircase, a narrow rocky little ledge, 10 miles of trail, hills with grades of 4-5 %, and only 7 water stops, but the Antietam Battlefield is worth seeing. Also, there's a lot to see and do in the area. We had a blast!

50 State Quest: Ideas for Remaining States

Not that I'm quite ready to be taken seriously yet, if ever, about finishing a marathon in every state (or about anything), but the current count of remaining states is at 18. That number actually sounds possible. Forget that I'm 57 and that I'm only knocking them down about 3-4 a year if I'm lucky. It is possible!!!

So what states are left, and what races are penciled in because hey, you know I got this whole thing mapped out, no matter what I tell you to the contrary...

1. West Virginia: I'm registered for the Freedom's Run this October. It's kind of a cheat, because although it starts in West Virginia, most of the course is in Maryland, runs through 4 National Parks including the Antietam Battlefields, and offers a very scenic and unique experience. It even includes a spiral staircase, which is a first! I'm very excited about this one! And yes, it does count as West Virginia officially!

2. Georgia: I'd only consider a Georgia marathon in Savannah, since I've always wanted to travel there. Rock and Roll has a mega race there, but I am planning on running a much smaller marathon on Skidaway Island, which is about 25 miles outside of town, run entirely in a gated community on the island, but promises to be scenic and serene, with only about 300 marathoners. This sounds more appealing to me. I can save downtown Savannah sightseeing for post race.

3. Montana: At breakfast one morning George pulled up my 50 state quest map, pointed to the big blank space in the center of the United States and asked if there was a marathon in this space that could coincide with a camping trip. Well yes, in fact, Missoula Montana, right outside of Glacier National Park. I swear he got all misty eyed. I think the camping will be more of a challenge than the marathon, but hey, one needs to take opportunities to grow as they present themselves.

4. New Hampshire: There's only one clear choice for me here and that's the Clarence DeMar marathon, a point to point race ending in Keene, New Hampshire. It's a beautiful course and I've wanted to run it for a long time.

5. Indiana: When I visited Indianapolis last year I was quite impressed with the urban vibe of the town, so I'm very excited about running the Indianapolis Monumental marathon. There are few urban marathons that appeal to me, so I'll take it.

6. Vermont: The Vermont marathon in Burlington is the obvious choice. There are other scenic marathon choices, but the state of Vermont is quite hilly! This race is held on Memorial week-end and is a lot of fun. 

7. Michigan: They are SO MANY choices in Michigan! My first choice is a marathon in Charlevoix, in the upper peninsula. There are two marathons in Chalevoix; one is an out and back, and the other one starts in Charlevoix, but runs along Lake Michigan and finishes in Harbor Springs. I prefer to run the latter, which is called the Top of Michigan marathon. This race is very close to Mackinaw Island, which I would love to visit post-race, which means this will be a pretty big trip for us.

8. Kansas: I've always wanted to do a fairly small low key marathon called the Prairie Fire marathon in Wichita. I once asked Dane Rauschenburg, author of "See Dane Run" which marathon was his favorite and oddly enough he said this one. I have a certain Kansas friend who may stray me to run another one instead, but for now I have this race penciled in.

9. Mississippi: After Jackson's Mississippi Blues marathon got cancelled due to an ice storm I vowed to return, but have been considering other options, such as the Magnolia marathon in Meridian or the Mississippi Gulf Coast marathon. All of them are decent marathons and a short trip away.

10. Idaho: After the Priest Lake fail (I had a broken foot and Jamie dropped out due to making a wrong turn and running 7 extra miles) we vowed to return, but now I'm not so sure. It's a trail race, which makes me wince when I think about how my foot snapped like a twig off that rock on the dirt path at the lake. I think I'll stick to friendly asphalt. Believe it or not Idaho doesn't have many good choices! Even Boise's marathon gets bad reviews. There's a marathon in Mesa Falls, which is pretty close to Yellowstone, which would make for yet another fun, but big trip. 

11. Maine: There are a lot of beautiful marathons in Maine, most of which are again really hard to get to and would end up being yet another big trip, which is great, but we can really only do one big trip a year, so I'm thinking I may run the Portland Maine marathon. It's easy to get to, it's pretty, and close to Kennebunkport as well. Of course my top choice is the Mount Desert Island marathon much further north in Bar Harbor, and another top choice is the Bay of Fundy marathon, which is even further north! Time will tell which one, if any, I'll end up running.

12. Kentucky: Most people choose the Kentucky Derby marathon, since it's pretty interesting, as the runners get to run past the horse track, but another Kentucky marathon that appeals to me more is the Horse Capital marathon in Lexington, which goes by 40 horse farms along Kentucky country side.

13. Wyoming: This is a hard one. Wyoming means elevation, which I don't handle well. There is a very small race called Sundance to Spearfish, which is a downhill course, most of which is in South Dakota. They only allow 50 people a year to run it, so getting in may prove difficult. If I can't get in I'll have to come up with a back up plan.

14. South Dakota: I'm still kicking myself for dropping out of the Mt. Rushmore marathon several years ago (not really but hey here I am talking about South Dakota). I'm thinking about the Brookings marathon. Previously I wanted to run the Ladies Spearfish marathon, but if I do the Sundance marathon (for Wyoming) I will be covering a lot of that terrain already. Brookings is on South Dakota's eastern border, offering a completely different area of the United States to explore. The race gets good reviews, and has been around since 1970!

Then there are three states that don't have any marathons that appeal to me in any way. That's why they will be saved for last (before Hawaii, the grand finale):

15. Alaska: ALASKA! I'm scared of all things bear. And other wildlife. And wilderness. The obvious choice is Anchorage, but just this past year some marathoners had an encounter with a bear cub on the course! It's a heck of a long way to travel for someone who is not all that excited about being there, so this will be one of the last marathons I do for sure.

16. New Mexico: Altitude, desert, heat, sand...still looking for a race that appeals to me on some level and not finding it. There was some hope with a race in Carlsbad, the lowest point in New Mexico, but it was cancelled for 2018, so not sure of its survival. 

17. Nebraska: HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOVIE? I have zero point zero desire to travel to Nebraska, because everybody who's from there says that movie was spot on. There is a possibility with the Monument marathon in Platte Valley. Although the terrain looks pretty brutal their slogan is "Nebraska like you've never seen it".

If I manage to make it this far...not that I'm saving the best for last. Running a marathon in Hawaii's tropical weather will be pure torture, but what better place to celebrate? If Jamie and I can finish this out together then it will be extra special...

18: Hawaii: The chosen 50th state marathon will be the Big Island marathon. Earliest estimate is 2025! Well let's just see...

Marathon #49: Run4Troops Dubuque Iowa, June 2018

"Ray, people will come Ray. They'll come to Iowa for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up in your driveway not knowing for sure why they're doing it"... "Field of Dreams"

Somehow I found this little gem of a marathon and decided this would be my top Iowa marathon choice, as I had never been to Iowa and got the impression that this one would truly showcase Iowa's character and beauty, as opposed to the more urban choices. To be honest I had no idea where in Iowa it was until later on, when I tried finding a nearby airport. (ha). Dubuque sits on the eastern borders of Wisconsin and Illinois, and separated by the Mississippi River. It's an absolutely gorgeous area, with lots of lush greenery alongside picturesque farmlands of soy and that famous corn. It's also extremely hilly! But no worries there, as the marathon itself doesn't actually run in Dubuque.

The marathon starts about 25 miles away in a town called Deyersville, as in the town where the movie "Field of Dreams" was made. There's a Rails-To-Trails limestone path called the Heritage Trail connecting the two towns. About 10 years ago some crazy runner decided running along this trail would make for a great marathon and they've been running it every year since. Technically, the trail head is on the Dubuque side, but Deyersville to Dubuque makes for a more favorable net downhill course.

First time I've had a course map on a trail marker!

The only recruits I could find for this one was Toby and the sister wife Jamie. Summer marathons are a hard sell, and this one is almost guaranteed to be hot. Sandwiched between two 90+ degree week-ends we "lucked out" with normal temperatures this year. Still, I was concerned because I haven't been handling the heat well, and at best I was looking at a long day anyhow, thanks to my lackluster training cycle. Still, the three of us travel well together and always have a blast so it was hard to get too worked up about that. Plus, when we got there it was overcast with light rain off and on; really pleasant compared to Dallas!

The "expo" wasn't much, as expected, since there were only about 250 marathoners and about 150 relay teams for this race. We drove out to check out the finish area at the trail head and it was gorgeous. A lot prettier than expected for sure!

The last mile of the race

We boarded the bus to Deyersville at 5:15 AM, but the sun was already rising. By 7:15, race start, the sun would be well into the sky. No rain and no clouds. Sigh...I finally ran into my x co-worker Richard in the porta potty line! It was great seeing him!

Big tank at the start

Richard in the line green shirt--Toby took this literally as I was heading in for my final meditation

Before we knew it, BOOM, a cannon blasted and we were off! To add in the 26th mile we ran out and back, circling a man playing the bagpipes and then got onto the Heritage trail and made our way east. There would be no twists or turns, so for the first time in marathon history our Garmins actually read 26.2 miles exactly! Anyhow, the three of us split immediately, as expected, and I told Jamie that I better not even see her ass at all out there! Toby and Jamie had really strong training  runs for this, so at least I wasn't worried about them.

 I ignored the race director's dismissive comments about the lack of water stops and carried my bottle, and I am SO GLAD I did! There would only be 5 official water stops, which were placed at the relay exchange zones. At street crossings there would be water as well, so no worries. Except that they varied in the craziest ways imaginable. Some would just be people handing out tiny water bottles, sometimes with the lids off sometimes not (an issue for me and my hands), sometimes paper cups, sometimes plastic cups (Noooooo!!!), and one time just a cooler sitting on the trail by itself! All of the people were so kind, but every bottle fill was a quirky challenge that was a bit unnerving.

Other things that I had concerns about prior to the race were unfounded. Running on the trail was awesome! Not rocky or muddy or too loose. It felt pretty forgiving on the body. The relay runners were nice and the lively exchange zones were fun to go through. Oh and the scenery of this trail was absolutely stunning. The trees made a canopy over the trail for much of the race, which felt about 10 degrees cooler than when out in the sun. We'd pass over streams on wooden bridges, sometimes along giant cold wet limestone walls, and sometimes out along open farms and fields or at one point a river.

I felt like I was struggling some on the first few miles until I remembered it was an incline until mile 5, and from there it would descend gradually for the rest of the way. Sure enough around mile 6 running felt a lot easier and I settled into what I thought was a manageable pace for the weather. At that point it was still in the 60's and I wasn't sweating that much, but about halfway through I started to feel the heat and slowed down some. I thought I was being smart, drinking a lot and taking my electrolytes, but before too long I was in trouble with the heat and started having to give in to walking way earlier than I thought I would. And so it went...Walk/run/walk/run/walk/walk/walk...

I can't say I was in hell exactly. It was too damn pretty. And in a sick way I was still "enjoying" being there. Nothing fascinates me more than watching myself and those around me go through the struggle. It's a mostly silent struggle in unity. A bizarre bonding or understanding. Some relay runners told the Gator guys that a guy behind me in red shorts was throwing up so they circled back to check on him. Moments later red shorts guy passed me. Badass marathoner too tough to kill.

So I finally finished with my absolute worst time ever of 4:42, which stings, I'll admit it, but I also feel like I've been handed another puzzle piece to figure out, hence I am undeterred from this crazy marathon madness! If I ever think I got it all completely figured out then perhaps I'll become bored with it and move on to a more sane hobby...like watching baseball...

My rock star companions ran  really impressive races!

Toby ran a 3:18, first in his age group and 11th overall.
Jamie ran a 3:54, third in her age group and 9th woman overall!
I didn't die and I came in 7th in my age group, so there's that.

I'd recommend this marathon with the caveat that the weather could be an issue, but if you don't have heat issues then go for it, because it can be a fast course!

Here's a link to some pictures of the day on the course:
https://run4troops.smugmug.com/2018-Run4Troops/2018-Run4Troops/

Oh and we had a blast visiting East Iowa!

LOVE these two!!

50 States quest update

My current count for states completed stands at 31. Not that I have fully committed just yet. I haven't joined the 50 States club, but I do follow them on Facebook. There are still 5 states that don't have any marathons that appeal to me, so I guess I'll just save them for last. At my rate I may never have to worry about those...FYI Hawaii will be the very last one if I can pull this off, and let's hope Jamie can line up her 50 state finish with mine! Time will tell.
PS: I accidentally colored in SDakota instead of NDakota.

Marathon #48: The Lost Dutchman, Apache Junction Arizona, Feb 2018

This is another marathon that's been on my "list" for years. Five years ago a group of us came to run it, but I got injured during training so only ran the first 14 miles. We had the car placed in a parking lot the night prior, so even though it was a DNF it was a planned DNF, which as I realized this week-end is a lot easier to handle then the ones you don't plan for...

I'd be traveling with Laura (LSP) and Ginna for this one, which would be great! We had a blast running Little Rock and Kansas City together.

The training went south for Ginna and I with about 3 weeks to go. Her calf was giving her trouble, and my hamstring started screaming louder and louder. Also, I got a kidney stone that wouldn't pass. When I told the urologist I was about to run a marathon in the desert he didn't even blink, so I figured it wouldn't be an issue. The stone was "only" 3mm in size and situated in my ureter. I named him Rocky. He liked my coffee, wine and wheat beer staples. He didn't hurt, but made me feel like I had to pee constantly. (I know, TMI)...

Ginna and I had a lot of conversations about being at peace with the possibility of having to drop out after we barely made it through a painful 6 mile run the week prior. I knew that I could finish if the hamstring didn't snap, and I think Ginna had the same thoughts on her calf. Still, we both reasoned that we had to at least start the race and run the first 7 miles through the Peralta trail, since this was the best part of the marathon.

There's not a whole lot to see and do in the area, so we flew in the day before the race and had just enough time to hit the expo, lunch, grocery store, check in, lay out our race gear, and go eat dinner. At dinner I started feeling sharp pain! Rocky was on the move! I thought it would subside after an hour like it had in the past, but that night I kept waking up every hour with the pain. Curled in a ball at 2:00 AM I thought this is it. I'm out. I'm not even going to be able to make it to the start! No way! I fell asleep and when the alarm went off I woke up to no more pain, just the same minor irritation as before. Whew!

We drove to the Rodeo grounds where they bused us up to the Peralta trailhead. There they had set up campfires and mats for us to wait for sunrise and the start.

Together again for yet another marathon adventure!

Luckily it wasn't raining and wasn't too cold. Last year they had pouring rain, which would have ruined the best part of this race! They had plenty of water, coffee, and porta potties for us. Quite enjoyable! I made one last pit stop with 20 minutes to go and in midstream there was a "blip", an object, and just like that Rocky was gone! After 3 weeks it came down to 20 minutes before the race!! I guess he didn't want to run a marathon! I could not believe it!! One less thing to worry about...

Beautiful backdrop as the sun came up!

There were about 300 of us assembled at the start, which was really nice. Really friendly and low key! They fired a shotgun and off we went. The first 6-7 miles were in the Peralta park on a dirt road with nothing but desert foliage around us and the backdrop of the canyon walls. Stunning scenery, but hard to enjoy as you had to watch your footing quite a bit. We were pretty close to each other in the beginning, and as I passed Ginna I asked about her calf and she was about as negative as I was about my hamstring, but we were still "in it".  For awhile we could see LSP ahead, which was comforting.

Around mile 8 I stepped off the asphalt funny and my hamstring twinged. I hobbled to the edge and thought "this is it" and that's when the whole DNF reality hit me. I was NOT at peace with it! Noooo! I could not accept it. I came all this way and passed a kidney stone for crying out loud! I'm doing this! So I soldiered on, ignoring the pain as much as I could, knowing that Ginna was behind me doing the exact same thing. It loosened up some, and as we wound through suburbs we had lots of distractions along the way. They had great water stops and friendly volunteers--just a really happy place to be.

Passing the parking lot I had dropped out at 5 years ago was surreal and unsettling at the same time. I wasn't injured back then, just under trained. Off I went into uncharted territory.

Around mile 17 I started feeling the burn in the quads to the point where I started giving in to walking. I hadn't even thought about the net downhill part of the first half of the race and the effect it would have on me, but strangely enough the quad pain took over to where the hamstring wasn't even an issue anymore. I welcomed it, even though I didn't like the idea of having to walk some. Still, I was far enough along to know that I would finish no matter what, so I was beyond happy.

Our only out and back was around 18.5 through 20.5, and it's there that I saw LSP! She was so happy to see me (and then Ginna) and know that we would finish! When I saw Ginna I told her a PW is better than a DNF, as I could tell I was getting really close to breaking my long standing PW of 4:29 (Boston 2003). Note: PW = personal worst. Ginna gave me a less than enthusiastic response, but then again responses at this point were an enormous effort.

Running continued to be more and more of a challenge. I would try all the tricks; run through this entire song, run to the stop sign, pass that person, only walk for 20 seconds...It's hard to describe how you can be in a really sucky place and yet there's nowhere else you'd rather be...the backdrop of the Superstition mountains was breathtaking. I eventually turned off my music and enjoyed the silence of the desert.

Don't get me wrong, I wanted it to end! It took all I had to run the entire stretch to the finish, but it was a glorious finish! LSP was there with hugs and then we waited for Ginna to finish! When she ran through all I could think of was BAD ASS.

Our finishing times:
LSP: 4:12
Me: 4:32 (a new PW!)
Ginna: 4:50 (PW for her too)

Strangely enough we came in 5th, 6th and 7th in our age group!
They had a great post race set up in a nice little park, but alas no beer, so before too long we made our way back to the hotel and then out for celebratory beers.

I highly recommend this marathon! Can't think of a thing to change except possibly have race apparel or souvenirs for sale at the expo. There were no glitches in any aspect of the race. Weather could be a factor. The temperature rose pretty quickly and there's zero shade on the course, but the lack of humidity helped! That whole dry heat thing...apparently it appealed to Rocky so in Arizona he remains!

Going it alone! Goodbye Rocky!