To start, let me say that the entire weekend was truly amazing. Having lived within a few hours of Boston for much of my life, this was surprisingly my first ever trip to the city on marathon weekend, and it didn’t disappoint. I traveled down from NH on Saturday morning with my family, and we were joined by my parents and sister. I spent the afternoon on Saturday at a meet-up with some of my good friends from dailymile (see photo below), and then headed off to the expo for a few hours. For a gear junkie like me, the expo was like heaven, and I threw down quite a bit of money on race paraphernalia. I chatted for a bit with some folks from Altra and Saucony whom I’ve gotten to know through this blog. I also picked up a pair of the much anticipated Saucony Hattori (cool shoe!), which was available for the first time at the expo (it’s now available for pre-order at Running Warehouse). I’ve now run a few miles in them and they feel like socks with a thin, flat EVA sole.

On Sunday I went to the Harvard Museum of Comparative Zoology with my family, and then walked around Harvard Square for a bit (no rest for me, which might have contributed to events that followed the next day…). Headed back to the hotel for a swim and then met my cousin for dinner. By a complete stroke of coincidence my friend Mark Cucuzzella happened to sit down two tables away from us at the hotel restaurant, and it was nice to chat for a bit (he ran a 2:37 on Monday!). Went to bed early and actually got a really good 7-8 hours of sleep on marathon eve.

I headed out early on race morning so that I could catch one of the early buses to Hopkinton, and ran into the husband of one of my fellow dailymile Team members (Blaise) – had a nice conversation on the bus ride over. The bus ride was longer than I had expected, and our driver seemed to be in a race of his own as he kept pulling out of the caravan of school buses to pass those that were in front of us. We arrived at the Athlete’s Village with a few hours to spare, and I managed to find my dailymile/Twitter friends hanging out near the backstop of the baseball field. We had some time to kill, and it was great to spend it with such a great group of people (that’s me in the orange jacket in the photo above). It was cold and windy in the village, and runners all over were wrapped in mylar blankets and trash bags in an effort to stay warm.

As race time approached, I made a decision to wear arm warmers and gloves to the starting line. In retrospect, this may have been one of the first mistakes of many that I made on the day. I walked to the start with my friends Andy and Steve, and we met up with a few other friends while waiting in a porta-potty line (naturally!).

Ross, Me, Andy, and Steve just prior to the start of the race

Waiting in the corral (#7 for me) was yet another memorable experience. Standing there, knowing that I had earned the right to be there at that moment through years of hard work, was one of the most satisfying things I have ever felt. There’s nothing quite like waiting for the start of the Boston Marathon – every runner should experience it at least once. It was also cool to be grouped with everyone who had qualified with a similar time to mine, but this also created a challenge. I knew going into the race that a 3:15 was not in the cards – I’d lost too much fitness over the winter due to a combination of lousy weather and an excessively busy life. I’d also put on a good 5-6 pounds since my BQ race. My realistic goal was a 3:30, give or take 10 minutes depending on how I felt. However, when the starting gun went off I found myself sucked into running at the same pace as everyone in my corral – this despite the fact that nearly everyone I had talked to about race strategy warned me not be tricked into going out too fast by the initial downhill grade.

I knew from very early on in the race that it wasn’t going to be my day. Even in the initial few downhill miles I could sense that my quads were not fresh, and I was fairly certain that they were going to give me serious trouble at some point (which they most certainly did). My suspicion is that they weren’t yet back to 100% after the beating they took at the HAT 50K with its insanely hilly course – one thing I have learned over the years is that it takes my body at least four full weeks to recover from a marathon, and the HAT Run sapped my quads far worse than any marathon ever has. I have no regrets about running HAT though – like Boston, it was an unforgettable experience.

The one thought that kept going through my mind over those early miles was “slow down!” I knew I was running too fast – in fact, my early pace was faster than I ran in my BQ marathon back in October. I think the fact that everyone around me was running the same pace made it hard for me to ease off, even if I knew it was the smart thing to do. Running those early miles the way I did was pure stupidity, and I paid badly for the mistake.

It also wasn’t long before I started to get hot. Unlike the cold and wind that made sitting in the Athlete’s Village uncomfortable, once we were running the wind was less noticeable and the sun was bright – I actually wound up with a bit of a sunburn on my shoulders. Having done all of my training in much colder temperatures, it actually felt downright hot to me, and began to regret the decision to wear my arm warmers. However, for some mystifying reason I never took them off – strange how you don’t always do what’s logical when running a race. The combination of pace and heat led me to drink water at most of the water stops, and this set the stage for events that would unfold later.

The crowd along the race route was just as everyone had described – large, loud and incredibly supportive. Every time we entered a town the noise level rose considerably, and this didn’t help me in my futile attempt to slow down my pace. Around mile 10 I passed Team Hoyt, and the noise from the spectators cheering them on was deafening – this was one of the most vivid memories I have from the entire race. I hit the half marathon mark on pace to run between a 3:15-3:20, which I knew was way too fast.

My pace began to slip a bit in miles 15 and 16 (see split chart above) – they were the first two splits that I ran in 8:00+. Then, in mile 17, the wheels fell completely off. It had been a long time since I’d bonked in a marathon, but I hit the wall hard. My quads were completely shot, and I knew I was done. I’d been in this spot many times before, and I knew what the next 9 miles were going to be like – it wasn’t going to be pretty or particularly enjoyable. Quite honestly, I don’t really remember the final 9 miles very well. It was a complete mental and physical struggle just to keep moving forward. I made a conscious decision to walk the uphills (including all of Heartbreak), as I knew that trying to run them would only put me deeper into the hole I had dug for myself. I ran the downs and flats as best I could, but my pace rarely dipped below 9:00/mile until the final mile. I tried to keep getting sugar into my body, and the one thing that was tolerable were the orange slices being handed out by spectators along the course (did I mention the crowd was awesome!). I tried to start taking Gatorade at the water stops, but it wasn’t sitting well in my stomach, so I didn’t take as much as a should have. Temperature regulation had also become a major issue, and at each water stop I dumped a full cup over my head to try and cool myself down. I was a mess, and I was suffering.

I think the only thing that prevented me from walking more than I did was the shame I felt at doing it at the Boston Marathon. Here were all of these people watching this great race, and the last thing I should have been doing was walking. I felt like I was disrespecting the race by not living up to my ability, so I kept plugging along as much as I could manage. My new goal was simply to avoid a personal worst, though my mental skills were so heavily challenged at that point that I had a hard time figuring out just how fast I needed to go to avoid that fate.

Thankfully, as the miles wound down I realized that as long as I limited my walk breaks to the brief uphills and kept running around 9:00/mile for the rest, I’d come in under the 3:43:38 that I ran in my first ever marathon. This wasn’t saying much, but it was enough motivation to keep me moving forward. I don’t much recall entering the city, but I vaguely remember seeing the Citgo sign, and I managed to muster a pretty solid effort for the final half mile from Commonwealth to Hereford to Boylston. After turning onto Boylston, the finish line appeared in the distance, but it seemed like it was still miles away. The noise of the crowd pulled me forward, and somehow I managed to get my pace back under 8:00/mile during that final stretch. I gave it all that I had. I crossed the finish line in 3:42:12 – my second slowest of 8 marathons.

Not long after I crossed the finish line I began to feel dizzy – it got so bad that I asked if I could sit in one of the wheelchairs that was stationed along the side of the finish chute. After a few minutes, I hadn’t improved, so they wheeled me into the med tent, where the person attending to me took vitals and asked how much water I had taken on the course (too much). They indicated that I was caked in salt from evaporated sweat, and they were concerned that I might have mild hyponatremia. I had also started cramping severely in my quads and calves, and I was having some difficulty talking since my jaw muscles felt like they were going to cramp as well. Thankfully, after a few cups of salty chicken broth and about 20 minutes of lying on my back, I began to feel much better and I was able to check out. The med tent was hopping, and at one point I heard them announce that there were no free beds – apparently I wasn’t the only one who’d had some difficulty, and I saw a few people who appeared to be unconscious as they were wheeled in.

Given all that I went through on Monday, it would be easy to say that I’m disappointed and that I had a lousy time. However, my reaction is actually quite different. Running Boston was a hard-earned reward, and one that I will not soon forget. It reminded me that one can never take a marathon for granted – “respect the distance” is an oft repeated mantra among marathon runners, and it’s one that I did not heed in the months leading up to Boston.

There are so many factors in terms of race execution that I can point to that contributed to my crash, with my fast early pace and my temperature/fluid intake issues being the most likely candidates. However, the reality is that the major reason why I had such a rough outing was that I didn’t put in the necessary training to handle the distance. In fact, I had only run one 30+ mile week since last October, and that was the week I ran the HAT 50K. You simply cannot run a hard marathon effort on such minimal training mileage, and I knew that going in – I just failed to adapt my strategy to that reality. If I had to do the race over, I would have dropped back a few corrals and gone out at a 7:50-8:00 pace. I’d much rather have run slower throughout and enjoyed the experience than take the reckless and stupid approach that I did.

It would be easy for me to dwell on this race performance and beat myself up about it, but that would serve little purpose. The better option is to view Boston as yet another of many learning experiences and move on – it will make me a stronger runner going forward. It was an unforgettable weekend, and an amazing race that I am honored to have been a part of. I’m already feeling the need to train hard and redeem myself, but I’m thinking about taking a break from marathons for a bit and focusing on 5K’s this summer and then shooting for a half marathon PR in the Fall. Marathons beat me up physically, and this body needs a break from the pounding. For now I just want to run for fun for a bit and not worry abut training for a particular goal – summer vacation is only a few short weeks away and I can’t wait!

In other Boston related news, I purchased my first ridiculously overpriced race photo since my fist marathon, and you can see it below from the finish line at the Hampton Smuttynose Rockfest Marathon. Regarding my left foot, after an extensive review of the scientific literature, I have come to the conclusion that heel striking is the most efficient way to land while fist-pumping in celebration of a hard-earned BQ :)

Getting to Boston means a lot to me for a lot of reasons. In fact, the Boston Marathon played a big role in me becoming a runner. I teach at a small college in New Hampshire, and every year our college’s cross-country coach (a colleague of mine) trains a large group of students to run Boston. Most of them are not qualifiers, and for most this represents their first marathon and the longest run of their lives. It’s an immense and inspirational accomplishment, and back in 2007 a few students that I knew well were training to run the race. They both successfully completed the marathon, and that put the bug into my head that maybe I could complete a marathon as well. Shortly after our graduation ceremony in May, 2007 (where the “before” picture above was taken), I started to run, and since that moment, I haven’t stopped. Running became a part of me, and I told myself that one day I would run the Boston Marathon. However, I also vowed to myself that I would not do so unless I earned it with a qualifying time – it was a lofty goal, but it kept me moving ever forward, and yesterday I achieved that much coveted BQ.

The experience of earning a BQ was an emotional one to be sure, and for this runner, it was truly a dream come true – I will openly admit to shedding a few tears in the car while driving home. More than anything though, it is a testament to the fact that if you want something badly enough, and put in the necessary hard work, you can achieve what once might have seemed an impossibility. Next April, I will stand at the starting line of the 2011 Boston Marathon knowing that it was my own two legs that got me there, and yes, I will probably shed a few more tears. After trying and failing on 5 previous occasions, the feeling of accomplishment is immense, and I couldn’t be happier.

My Marathon and Racing History

Smuttynose Rockfest was my 6th marathon overall. My finish times in the previous five were as follows: May 2008 Vermont City Marathon: 3:43:38; May 2009 Vermont City Marathon: 3:36:12; October 2009 ING Hartford Marathon: 3:32:35; November 2009 Manchester (NH) City Marathon: 3:35:20; January 2010 Disney Marathon: 3:24:49. The first four all involved a major bonk, whereas Disney was a negative split from the first to second half with a very strong finish. The steady downward progression in times should provide encouragement to anyone going for a BQ – it took a lot of hard work, but I’ve cut almost 30 full minutes from my marathon time in the past 2.5 years.

My 5K PR of 18:51 (October 2008) and my Half-Marathon PR of 1:29:47 (November 2008) both predict a faster marathon than I have managed, but training volume has always been an issue for me given the demands of job and a family with small kids. For an almost complete listing of my race results, check out my race history on Athlinks.

Choosing the Hampton Smuttynose Rockfest Marathon:

It took me a long time to decide on which marathon I would run this Fall. For awhile I was considering running the Clarence DeMar Marathon in SW New Hampshire, but I kept hearing about this new race on the seacoast that was being billed as the flattest marathon in New England – the Hampton Smuttynose Rockfest Marathon. They run a half marathon every year in Hampton, but this was the first time the marathon had returned to the seacoast in quite some time. A few friends started to sign up for it, so I decided to take the plunge even given my hesitation about it being a new race. Turned out to be a great choice – Smuttynose was a nearly ideal race for my BQ attempt.

Smuttynose Marathon Training Breakdown:

As I mentioned in a previous post about my doubts heading into the Hampton race, my training leading up to the marathon was erratic, and this was my biggest source of worry about the race. As you can see in the Sportracks table below, my weekly mileage was all over the place:

Weekly Training Mileage Leading Up to the Smuttynose Rockfest Marathon

Although I did manage two separate weeks of about 50 miles, most weeks since last May were under 30 MPW (my son was born in early April). I made up for this somewhat by getting in quality workouts whenever possible, including several hard track interval sessions, and three solid 19-20 mile long runs at relatively easy pace (30-60 seconds above target race pace of 7:28 min/mile). The latter was a bit of a change for me as I have always tried to push on my long runs, despite most resources I have read pointing out that this is unwise and only serves to beat you up and reduce the quality of the rest of your weekly workouts. Running the long runs slowly turned out to be a great approach, and despite the uncertainty that comes along with not running long at near race pace, it seems to have paid off. Quite honestly, I did more slow paced training (>8:00 miles for me) in this cycle than any previous cycle, and it’s an approach I will likely follow again in the build-up to Boston.

Another key pair of workouts that I completed in the lead-up to the race were two 10+ mile race-pace runs. Six weeks out I did a simulated half-marathon in about 1:35, which let me know I that I was at least in the ballpark fitness-wise for BQ pace, and the weekend before the marathon I ran 10.5 miles at 7:21 pace as a confidence booster and to keep the feel of race pace fresh in my mind. The latter was a bit of a risk given the proximity to race day, but it felt relatively easy, and it provided a huge psychological boost going into the final taper week (the psychological benefit I gained from this last workout cannot be understated!). I highly recommend a pace test somewhere in the 4-6 week pre-race period, and the simulated half-marathon worked well for me.

One last training factor that I think helped on race day was that I ran a significant number of miles in the months before Smuttynose in my Vibram Fivefingers Bikilas, building my long run in them up to 15 miles. The Fivefingers are great for 2 reasons – form work and foot/leg strengthening. By the time marathon week arrived, most of the initial calf soreness that people experience when running in Vibrams or after adjusting their stride to the midfoot/forefoot was gone, and though it’s hard to know for sure, I think the calf and foot strengthening gained from my VFF runs benefitted me greatly on race day, and recovery has been going very well so far.

Going into the race I knew that I had a at least one other big thing going for me – I weigh about 7-8 pounds lighter than I did in January, when I ran my previous marathon PR at Disney in 3:24:49. I attribute this mostly to healthier nutrition– not a training factor per se, but perhaps equally important. I also knew that I wouldn’t have to wear the crazy number of layers I ran with in Disney due to the frigid temperatures (see picture to left), which allowed me to run even lighter at Smuttynose. I learned a lot of lessons about how to run a marathon well in Disney, perhaps the most important of which is that smart pacing is critical, and going out too fast is deadly. You can get away with this in a 5K, but blasting out of the gate in a marathon is simply asking for trouble, and should be avoided at all costs. When everyone takes off at the beginning of the race, just let them go – you will catch them later, and passing people left and right in the final 8 miles is a great motivator to keep you moving late in the race.

Pre-Race Week

In the final week before the marathon, I opted to taper hard and only ran a total of about 5.5 miles. I was feeling good after my race-pace 10-miler, and thought the rest time would be beneficial.

I decided to get a room in Hampton the night before the race (thanks to my amazingly supportive wife for taking on three kids for 24 hours in order for me to do so!). Fortunately, I wasn’t alone in heading to Hampton early, and I met up with my friend Alett (@petfxr on Twitter) and her husband Hugh for an obligatory pasta dinner. We talked mostly about running (of course!), and Hugh gave me the helpful piece of advice that sometimes everything just clicks when you least expect it, and you find yourself running a race faster than you could have ever imagined possible (he’s a sub-3:00 marathoner). This was exactly what wound up happening for me the next morning.

After dinner they gave me a tour of the course, which gave me additional encouragement since it was one of the flattest I had ever seen (max elevation was 90 feet above sea-level – see my Garmin-recorded elevation profile below). There were a few ups and downs, but nothing at all steep, and a slightly rolling course suits my style perfectly. The Smuttynose course is fantastic, and the there is a 4-5 mile stretch along the ocean that is simply breathtaking (you hit it twice as the course is a double-loop). Much of the course runs through scenic neighborhoods north of Hampton Beach, and some of the houses (mansions, really) we ran by were absolutely amazing. Word is out that 29% of the marathoners at Smuttynose qualified for Boston, making it one of the top BQ courses by percentage in the country – I highly recommend it if you are planning a BQ attempt next Fall.

Smuttynose Rockfest Marathon Elevation Profile

I returned to my room that evening only to discover that I had no internet access (the horror!). This turned out to be a blessing in disguise as in the absence of the internet, dailymile, and Twitter, I opted to play Angry Birds on the iPad until my eyes began to glaze over. It was a nice distraction from thinking about running. I decided to have a pre-bedtime bagel with cream cheese to top of my carb stores, drank a bunch of water, and went to bed early (8 hours of pre-race sleep was key!).

Race Morning

I woke up on race morning about 3 hours before the start so that I could eat and hydrate completely and let my food digest a bit before the race started. In addition to the lack of internet access, my room also had no coffee maker, but thankfully Alett had supplied me the night before with a packet of Starbucks instant coffee – it was a lifesaver! I generally prefer to not drink anything during the hour before the race in order to avoid an in-race pit stop, and this strategy worked out well in Hampton.

A group of friends from dailymile and Twitter had arranged a pre-race meetup, and I walked down to the meeting spot on what turned out to be an ideal morning weather-wise (high 40’s and sunny at race start). I had a blast meeting people that I have come to know well in the on-line running community (that’s me in the brown sweatshirt in the front row of the picture below). Knowing that many of these folks would be waiting for me at the finish was a huge motivator to get the BQ done, and their support was immensely appreciated!

The Smuttynose Crew – Pre-Race

I had made plans in advance to start the race with my dailymile friends Brendan and Matt (see picture below) as we were all shooting for a BQ, though mine would require a 5-minute faster time than theirs. Unfortunately, after splitting up for final preparations a bit before the race started, I couldn’t find them in the starting corral (turns out I was in the front and they were in the back), so I had to be content with going it alone (I did line up next to another dailymile friend, Ernesto, but he’s a speedster and was doing the half and would be blazing off ahead of me at sub-7:00 pace).

Me, Brendan, and Matt before the race

Race Gear

Before I break down the race, let’s talk a bit about gear. I’ve had several people ask me about my shoe choice for Smuttynose – I opted to go with the Saucony Kinvara, as did Matt (of the Run Luau Run blog) and Brendan (mine are the feet in the middle of the picture below). My reasoning was that it’s a light shoe with a low heel (4mm drop), but provides some cushioning. My hope was that the added cushioning would be beneficial in the event of a form breakdown late in the race. I believe that one mark of a good marathon shoe is that you don’t notice it while running the race, and that was exactly my Kinvara experience. No blisters, no hot spots, and felt very comfortable the entire way. Furthermore, it let me keep good midfoot form when I was conscious of it (late race is a bit hazy as I was on autopilot).

Brendan, Me, and Matt in our Saucony Kinvaras

As for other gear, I went with my Injinji Socks (great for toe-blister protection), Zensah calf sleeves (I’m a compression convert!), Nike Pro-Core compression shorts, Target running shorts (love the super-cheap C9 gear!!!), a Brooks Podium tee-shirt, Recofit Arm Sleeves (for wind protection – liked them a lot), and my trusty Garmin with a heart-rate monitor. For fueling, I filled a 5 oz Hydrapak Soft Flask with four GU’s and topped off with water, and a filled cheapo travel shampoo bottle with another 3 GU Roctanes plus water. I find that watering down my gels makes them more palatable on the run, and I can sip small amounts regularly as opposed to sucking down the thick paste all at once. I hand-carried the Soft Flask (these things are great!) and sipped about once every mile, then swapped that out for the second flask (carried in a very small Amphipod waist pouch) when the first was empty. It was a risky move going with the GU as I have never used it before, but it worked fine despite the fact that my concoctions tasted like cough syrup (I am not a fan of the Vanilla-Orange GU Roctane, or anything Vanilla-Orange flavored for that matter). I’ll likely be going back to my preferred Carb Boom! in the future, or give Hammer Gel a try.

Now back to the starting corral!

I took off at the starting gun with only one thought running through my head – slow down! I have a tendency to go out way too fast, and I’m pretty sure that this bad habit had contributed mightily to my late-race demise in several of my previous marathons. I kept a close eye on my Garmin, trying hard to keep the pace right around 7:30 min/mile, and fought hard against the urge to give chase to the masses of runners passing by me (quite a few of whom I likely passed later from mile 15 onward). If there is one thing I have learned as a marathoner, it’s that at least for me, smart pacing is critical. If you go out too fast, you burn your energy stores early in the race and have nothing left when it really counts. Hitting the wall is a miserable experience, and it’s one that I know all too well.

For the first 13.1 miles, my sole goals were to run smoothly, stay aerobic by keeping my heart rate between 155-165 bpm, and maintain good running form. I ran for awhile with the 7:30 min/mile Half-Marathon pace group (there were no full marathon pacers as there were only about 500 marathoners total), and was feeling surprisingly good. In fact, the first 13.1 felt almost effortless, and after the midway split where the marathoners left the half-marathoners for the second loop, several of the runners who were continuing on seemed to feel the same way. It really is a perfect, and very scenic, course for a marathon (satellite course view below).

Satellite Map of the Smuttynose Rockfest Marathon Course

Here are my splits for the first 13 miles: 7:33, 7:31, 7:28, 7:23, 7:17, 7:23, 7:15, 7:15, 7:11, 7:21 7:27, 7:26, 7:28. I finished the first 13.1 in 1:36:46, which gave me just over a minute of banked wiggle room for the second half.

For the second half of the race I ran mostly with a runner named Jeff who was doing his first marathon. We were both feeling really good, and hung together until just after mile 19 when he developed a side-stitch and started to fall back a bit. We were great at keeping each other in check when we started to push the pace a bit too much, but it was incredibly helpful to run through what are typically the toughest miles of the marathon with someone else with a similar attitude. We had fun picking off runners up ahead of us, and to be honest, I was hoping we would finish off the race together. However, it’s difficult to predict what will happen in the late miles, and despite his cramp, Jeff still wound up pulling out a very respectable 3:18. In a bit of a twist, I found out later in the day that Jeff is actually another friend of mine on dailymile, but neither of us knew it while running the race!

As the race progressed, I kept up with my gel sips pretty consistently, and hydrated as much as possible at water stops. If I have one complaint about Smuttynose it was that the water stops were too few and far between -hopefully this will be addressed in future years (I and several others have already emailed them about this and have been assured that this will be addressed). I never felt dehydrated, but the GU got progressively hard to stomach late in the race, and a bit more water and/or Gatorade would have been helpful.

One point I’d like to address briefly is my running form. As I have documented here on the blog, I spent much of this past summer working on a transition to a midfoot stride, and I was wary of how my legs would hold up in the race given that I feel I still have some quad strengthening to do. One thing I found during the race is that I started to play with my stride as I was running. I would alternate from a short, compact midfoot stride to one where I focused more on extending my hip behind me a bit. I even let my foot reach out front and probably heel strike from time to time. Mixing things up as I have done while practicing form work this summer actually seemed to help as I seemed to stress my legs in different ways with each switch. I was not conscious of any form breakdown, but it’s hard to concentrate on much of anything except putting one foot in front of the other late in the race, so who knows! Never cramped or felt any type of pain or discomfort, so I guess that’s as good a sign as any that things were going well.

I managed to sail through miles 13-20 very comfortably, and never was there a moment when I thought that I might hit the wall. Once again, I was shocked that it was this late in a race and I was feeling as good as I was.

My splits for miles 14-20 were: 7:22, 7:12, 7:06 (fastest mile of race – mile 16), 7:16, 7:16, 7:30, 7:33.

They say that the final 6 or so miles in a marathon is when the race really begins, and experience now tells me that this statement is very accurate. I knew that once I hit about mile 21 I’d be back along the ocean with a nice tailwind. The ocean would signal the beginning of the home stretch, so I focused on staying comfortable, and began to go by breathing rather than heart rate as an indicator of effort (my HR was drifting upward and didn’t seem to reflect how hard I was working since I wasn’t breathing all that hard – likely a dehydration effect combined with cardiac drift). I tried to thank any spectators who were cheering on the passing runners (just me and two other guys up ahead at that point) – I find that connecting with people along the course helps keep my thoughts from wandering to bad places.

I clicked off mile 21 in 7:12, shortly after which I turned onto the ocean road and began the 4-5 mile stretch to the finish line. There’s a slight hill just after the turn, but it didn’t slow me down much, and mile 22 passed in 7:30 – I was still feeling remarkably smooth and comfortable. I recall passing an ice cream shop along the beach somewhere along the ocean road and remarking to people waiting in the parking lot something to the effect that it wasn’t fair to have an ice cream shop in that location. Mile 23 passed in 7:23 – all systems go, or so I thought. Shortly thereafter, things started to fall apart a bit. The final 5K is very flat, and you can see the finish area off in the distance by that point. That is both a blessing and a curse, as at that point in the race it might as well be 100 miles away. I calculated that I could run about 8:00 miles and still make it (not quite as it turns out – my Garmin recorded the course about 0.2 miles long, so I had less wiggle than I thought), so I slowed up a little. Mile 24 passed in 7:46 – my slowest of the race.

With about 1.5 miles to go I really started to feel it. I was a bit dehydrated and glycogen depleted I think, and my mind was starting to drift into those dark places that you can’t let it enter that late in the race. “Maybe I should just stop – this is crazy!” “Wouldn’t it feel nice to just lay down here in the street???” It’s amazing how quickly things can turn for the worse in a marathon, an I was starting to get worried. However, I knew the BQ was still mine if I could just hold pace, and the thought that I would have friends waiting for me at the finish was a major motivator to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Mile 25 passed in 7:45 – acceptable, but still 1.2 miles to go to a finish line that still seemed ridiculously far off in the distance. I kept telling myself that all of my training had brought me to this point. All of those runs in the blazing heat of summer. All of those night runs with the dog just to get in extra miles. All of it had brought me to this point – 1.2 miles from realizing a dream, and I wasn’t going to let it stop me. If I could just get close, I could put in a final kick and the BQ would be mine.

Pace (blue) and Heart Rate (red) as recorded by my Garmin

Kick is what I did. Just a bit before the 26 mile marker I must have gotten hit by an adrenaline rush since my pace began to pick up (see pace graph above). Passing the 26 mile marker, I continued to accelerate, and I cruised into the low 7:00 range for a bit. The finish line and clock suddenly came into view, I saw that I was going to make it, and my pace dropped below 7:00 into the high 6:00 range for the final stretch. I crossed the finish line in 3:15:21 – just 38 seconds to spare (see picture below taken by my dailymile friend Jim – I remembered to stop my Garmin)! It was far closer than I had thought it would be during those final 3 miles, but I had done it! It was sheer will and a desire to get the BQ that kept me moving down that final stretch – I desperately wanted to simply stop, but I didn’t. I knew that I would never forgive myself if I did, and it’s amazing how the mind can keep the body going after it has decided that it has had enough.

After crossing the finish line, a big crew was there to greet and congratulate me – honestly was one of the greatest things I have ever experienced. Runners are amazing people, and the crew from dailymile and Twitter deserves a huge amount of credit for helping me to get to the finish line and realize my dream. Thanks guys, could not have done this without you!

Shortly after I finished, my friend Matt cruised through with a BQ of his own. Like me, he has tried and failed on several previous occasions, but this was his day as well and I congratulate him on the achievement!

Perhaps the hardest part of the entire day was waiting for my friend Brendan to come through. Brendan needed a 3:20:59 to qualify for Boston, and he wound up crossing the line just over 30 seconds short of his goal. Brendan is one of the most supportive and dedicated runners out there, and he deserved to get his BQ – I desperately wanted to see it happen. Despite the obvious disappointment of coming up just short, he had a huge PR on the day, and his BQ is going to come soon – it’s only a matter of time. It’s hard to find words to say to someone in the moment, but I want Brendan to know that it was an honor to meet him, and that he is an inspiration to many of us – he will most definitely toe the line at Boston very soon.

Post-Race Celebration

The post-race experience at Smuttynose was fantastic – it’s the first marathon I have run where a large group of friends had also participated (almost all of whom are runners I have met on-line through this blog, dailymile, or Twitter). We shared a celebratory Smuttynose beer, ate ice cream and pizza (my two favorite post-race foods), and waited for Alett and another friend Sandra to finish up (a few of us tried to run in with Alett, but managed to hobble only a few feet as she left us in the dust!). It’s amazing how people who have mostly never met in person can feel like old friends to one another, and the bond among runners developed by shared experience and accomplishment is an amazing thing. Perhaps more than anything else, that is what this day was about. I could have qualified for Boston at a different time in a different place, but it wouldn’t have been the same. I got to share the experience with friends, and that is something that I will never forget – I love this sport, and I love the people I have met through it.

One last thing I’d like to add – four years ago I would have been hard pressed to have run a single mile all-out in under 8 minutes. On Sunday, I ran 26.2 of them at an average pace of under 7:30 min/mile. I’m by no means fast by world standards (elites would have finished an hour ahead of me!), but relative to where I started I have come a long way, and when considering speed, the only comparison I ever make is to myself and my own past performance. I believe that when it comes to pushing our individual limits, anything is possible, and that your current level of conditioning may not be anywhere indicative of your potential. Set lofty goals, work hard to pursue them, and I guarantee you’ll surprise yourself with what you are able to accomplish.

I will probably have more to say about this experience – hard to imagine given the length of this post! – but for now I’ll leave you with a few photos. In the meantime, I’m already starting to plan for Boston 2011 – hope to see some of you there! 

Update 10/07/2010: My Buddy Matt’s (@luau on Twitter) BQ race report from Smuttynose is now live – it’s an amazing read: http://runluaurun.com/2010/10/07/smuttynose-marathon-2010/#comment-1410

Boston Qualifiers – Matt (Luau) and Me 

The Smuttynose Crew!

In this grab-bag of an episode I:

-talk about the events of the past 5 weeks, including the birth of my son Ben, and whine a lot about how hopelessly busy I’ve been lately

-solicit your advice on how to stay active with a baby in the house

-discuss my personal connections to the Boston Marathon

-and talk about my options for a Fall marathon

Not sure exactly how things will go from here, but my hope is that now that my semester is over I’ll get back to a more regular podcasting schedule.

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Links related to Runblogger Podcast #17:

-Here’s a link to a post I wrote about Ben’s birth: http://www.daddy-duty.com/2010/04/easter-surprise-baby-ben-arrives-little.html

-Here are links to the 4 marathons that I’m considering as options for Fall 2010:
1. Hampton Smuttynose Rockfest Marathon
2. Clarence DeMar Marathon
3. Baystate Marathon
4. Hartford Marathon

-Fleet Foxes – The closing song, “White Winter Hymnal,” can be downloaded from the band’s web page at Sub Pop Records.

A few weeks ago I posted a slow-motion video of Ryan Hall from the 2010 Boston Marathon that was taken by a pair of my undergraduate students (thanks Erin and Daniella!). They headed down to Newton on Marathon Monday to watch and film portions the race, and as it turns out, they managed to capture some amazing slow-motion video of approximately the first 1000 runners to pass by near the 17 mile marker of the marathon. Below is a clip showing slow-motion video of the first six men to pass by the point where they were stationed. The video was filmed at 300 frames-per-second with a Casio Exilim EX-F1 digital camera (you can read my overview of the Casio EX-F1 here if you’re interested in the technology), so this is true high-speed video.

Elite Male Runners in Slow Motion – 2010 Boston Marathon from Runblogger on Vimeo.
Video clip of elite males running near mile 17 of the 2010 Boston Marathon. Video courtesy of https://runblogger.com.

The runners in the clip are (in order)

1. Cheruiyot, Robert Kiprono (KEN, finishing time = 2:05:52, finish = 1st)
2. Merga, Deriba (ETH, finishing time = 2:08:39, finish = 3rd)
3. Kebede, Tekeste (ETH, finishing time = 2:07:23, finish = 2nd)
4. Kigen Kipkosgei, Moses (KEN, red/green shirt, finishing time: 2:12:04, finish = 8th)
5. Goumri, Abderrahim (Morocco, purple shirt closer to carmera, DNF)
6. Keflezighi, Mebrahtom (USA, finishing time = 2:09:26, finish = 5th)

And here’s a version that is slowed down even further:

Elite Men in the 2010 Boston Marathon – Super Slow Motion from Runblogger on Vimeo.
Video clip of elite males running near mile 17 of the 2010 Boston Marathon. Video courtesy of https://runblogger.com.

And here below again is the clip of Ryan Hall (USA, finish time = 2:08:41, finish = 4th).

Ryan Hall – Boston Marathon 2010 from Runblogger on Vimeo.
Video clip of Ryan Hall running near mile 17 in the 2010 Boston Marathon. Video courtesy of https://runblogger.com.

Now, I make no claims of being an expert on running biomechanics, however, I have spent countless hours over the past few months analyzing slow-motion video of footstrikes (over 1500 of them!) for a project I have been working on with some of my undergraduate students. As you can see with these videos, even at 300fps it can be hard at times to classify very borderline cases, and doing so with a regular camera at 30fps would be near impossible – this is why I’m hesitant to trust many of the videos of elites that I see posted on sites like YouTube. At 30fps, the gaps between image frames of a fast moving subject are so great that the accurate classification of a split-second event like where the foot meets the ground is extremely difficult. Furthermore, this video is a snapshot from only a single spot in a single race, and I have seen footstrike to vary even within a person due to factors like fatigue, suspected injury, etc. That being said, I think we can glean at least a small amount of insight from these Boston videos, and since the discussion of which type footstrike is most efficient and least likely to cause injury is all the rage right now, here is my footstrike analysis of these six runners based on this video clip:

1. Cheruiyot: left = midfoot, right = midfoot
2. Merga: left = midfoot, right = obscured
3. Kebede: left = heel, right = midfoot
4. Kigen: left = mifoot, right = midfoot
5. Goumri: left = heel, right = heel
6. Keflezighi: left = heel, right = heel
7. Hall: left = midfoot, right = midfoot

Rather than write up my thoughts in paragraph form, I thought instead I would just share a few random musings that have entered my head upon watching this, and let you comment and provide additional insight as you see fit – I consider my comments section to be an open forum, but let’s not let this devolve into a petty argument over barefoot/shod running as seems to so often happen when the topic of footstrike comes up these days.

1. Most of the elites shown here (and these are some of the absolute best in the world right now) are midfoot strikers, but this pattern is not universal. Both the 2009 (Merga) and 2010 (Cheruiyot) Boston winners are midfoot strikers here, but the 2009 NYC Marathon winner (Meb) is a clear heel striker. Furthermore, Goumri, who entered the 2010 Boston Marathon with the fastest marathon time of any of these guys (2:05:30 in the London Marathon in 2008), is also a clear heel striker. So it would seem, at least based upon this small sample (and I have a lot more video to look at in the coming months), that you can run really fast for a really long distance with either a midfoot or a heel strike.

2. These guys are running very, very fast. All of them are likely running at a sub 5-minute mile pace in this clip. For frame of reference, Cheruiyot’s average pace was 4:48 min/mile for the full 26.2 – to me this is hard to even comprehend! Thus, it’s hard to know for sure whether the footstrike patterns observed here are more a function of speed than anything else, but the presence of two heel strikers seems to go against this argument. Regardless, it would be interesting to get another video of each of these elite marathoners running at a more pedestrian 8:00 or 9:00 per mile pace. Maybe I’ll film myself running at a 4:48 pace and see what I look like (and believe me, that will take some serious effort on my part, and it won’t be nearly as pretty as what you see here!).

3. Both Cheruiyot and Meb appear to be wearing the same shoe – looks like the Nike Zoom Streak 3, It’s interesting to see how strikingly different (no pun intended!) their landing patterns are despite the similar speed and shoe type.

4. It would be easy for some to suggest that Meb or Goumri could be faster if they altered their stride to land on the midfoot, but it is equally possible that this would throw them off their naturally most efficient gait and make them slower. It is these types of questions that science needs to begin to address.

5. As far as what makes these men such impressively fast marathoners, my suspicion is that footstrike is probably fairly insignificant. I’m sure they all have VO2max values that are through the roof, they can sustain paces a at a percentage of VO2max that is far higher than the average person, they have amazingly high lactate thresholds, a preponderence of slow-twitch fibers in their relevant running muscles, and are amazingly economical in their running biomechanics (i.e., outstanding running economy). In other words, all of these men are physiologically gifted in ways that most of us could only dream about, and that, moreso than what their feet are doing when they contact the ground, is what makes them so fast. We have a tendency as humans to focus on what we can easily observe, measure, and control, and footstrike is one of those things. However, the relative importance of footstrike when compared to these other factors is in my opinion questionable.

6. I have a lot more video to analyze in the coming months, and I just wrapped up analysis on a big project from another marathon – I’m hoping to get this published soon, so stay tuned for that. There’s still a lot of science on running that needs to be done, and there are a lot of questions waiting to be answered, so my hope is that videos like this will stimulate discussion and testable hypotheses. If you have anything you’d like to add to the discussion, feel free to leave a comment and/or share this video on your own blog – my only request would be that you link back here if you do.

What follows is an except from a post I just published to the dailymile Community Blog:

If you asked me 5 years ago what the letters BQ stand for, I would have had no idea. Back then I was overweight, out of shape, and the idea of qualifying for the Boston Marathon, or even running a marathon period, was nowhere on my radar. Sure, I ran from time to time, but it was mainly to justify my nasty eating habits, and to reduce the guilt I felt about my growing waistline. I’ve come a long way since those days, and I owe a lot of credit for my transformation to the mystique surrounding “Boston.”

To read the rest of this post (it’s one of my current favorites), follow this link to the dailymile Community Blog – comments are welcome!