It's been awhile since I've written anything. Not because I've been super busy or anything, but more because of the lack of stuff to write about. I kinda took a break from running for most of Christmas break. Funny, because I was planning to run a marathon the last weekend of the break. Oh well. Lack of training didn't stop me from running.
Just over a month after my brother and I finished our second marathon together, we ran The Chevron Houston Marathon. It was an awesome run! With the lowest amount of training I have ever put in to a marathon, I was able to run my second fastest time of 5 marathons. Although, I was still over 15 minutes off my PR, I was really happy to have finished with such a good time.
For anyone who has read any of my past posts, if you are expecting horror stories like the ones from the last 2 marathons, you will be disappointed. The weather was perfect for running. Anyone who likes the crazy weather up north may have thought it was a little warm, but for this Texas boy, it was perfect!
So I'll go ahead and give a brief overview of how the run went and then move on to what I have planned next. The marathon started at 7am and my brother and I went off with the goal of running a sub 3:30 and not stopping. I was able to do this in both of my first marathons, but hadn't been able to finish a marathon without stopping in the past 2 due to trying to stay with others who were hurting. Just a quick note, a 3:30 is right around an 8 minute/mile pace.
While we were waiting in the corral for the race to start, I told my brother that I was going to hit the wall between mile 15 and 16. I had run enough marathons and knew my body well enough to be pretty certain of this with my lack of training. We planned to go out just below an 8 min/mile pace to build a buffer to allow us to slow down in the later miles of the marathon and still finish at our expected time. Our first mile was 7:44. At one point in this first mile while my brother and I were both trying to keep the other from pushing too hard too early, I made the comment that we were at an awkward pace. For those who run long distances often, you know what I'm talking about. We all have our favorite paces that we can run at for an extended amount of time. And then there are those awkward paces just between our favorite paces where we just never feel comfortable. We feel like we must either slow down or speed up, but we can't continue at the current pace. Well, anyways, apparently 7:44 is one of those awkward paces for me, or at least was on that day. So, not wanting to slow down, we sped up a bit. The next 8 miles were all run within a range of 7:29-7:31. Talk about consistency!!!
We dropped down to a below a 7:20 pace for a mile or two after that. The reason for doing so you might ask? There was a little boy who was running the half who was passing us at that point. I was blown away because he looked like he wasn't even a teenager yet. I wanted to ask him how old he was so I picked it up to stay near him as I tried to find a way to ask a complete stranger how old he was without seeming like a creeper. I didn't want to throw him off his race though and knew I needed to slow down so I eventually decided to just to get his number off his bib and find out how old he was later by looking up his results. He ended up being 12 years old and ran a great time for being so young!
After our little adventure with trying to learn how old the kid was, we settled back down to our pace from before and kept running. When we hit mile 15 I started to feel the miles adding up on me and at 15.25 I hit the wall. It wasn't like a sudden rush of pain or anything, but it was definitely necessary to start slowing the pace if I wanted to keep going on. We started to slow down the pace and ended up around 8 min/mile for a bit. Around mile 19 or 20 (they all run together), the 3:20 pace group caught up to us. My brother had trained a lot for this marathon and was feeling strong. We decided to pick up our pace and try to stay with the group. After about a mile though, I had to slow down again. I had around 6 miles left and had a 10 minute lead on the 3:30 pace group. I wasn't really worried about not making my time, and decided to try to finish with as little pain as possible.
My brother wanted to finish below 3:20 though. Having trained much more than I had, it wouldn't be fair for me to try and hold him back, especially when I wasn't injured at all and was only slowing down to be more comfortable. I have no doubt that if I was in any type of pain, he would have gladly slowed down and given up the race to stay with me and pull me through. But I wasn't in pain and wasn't gonna need to be pulled through the last few miles. Knowing he still had more to give, I told him that I was going to slow down because I hadn't trained enough and knew I needed to slow the pace, but told him to keep going. I know he felt bad about leaving me (we finished the 2 previous marathons at the exact same time down to a 100th of a second), but he needed to have a good race and this was a perfect day to do it at.
So he ran off and dropped down to below a 7:30 pace for the last few miles and finished at 3:17 something. I trudged along, even putting in a 9:36 25th mile, but was able to finish strong. I ran the last .2 miles at a sub 6:30 pace was a dead sprint for me at the moment. I finished the marathon 8 minutes after my brother did with a time of 3:25:sumthin. My legs were shot from the last sprint I decided to put in, so after crossing the finish line, I stopped and hunched over for a second to give my legs a break. Then I got a huge helping of humility.
As I straightened up, I looked to my right and saw yet another young guy who had done the run that morning, but this kid ran the full marathon. I was blown away at how young he was, and having just finished within seconds from where I did, I had to ask how old he was. This kid was 13 years old and had just finished a full marathon in less than 3:26!!! He's a beast!!! I would never have even considered running a marathon at that age! I remember a day in 8th grade (age 14) at cross country practice when my brother and I ran 4 miles and thought we had conquered the world. This kid just ran 26.2 miles at a younger age!!! That puts everything I have done to shame lol. I have no idea who the kid was, or anything about him other than his age, but he is my role model.
Anyways...
After the marathon, I found my brother and we headed back to College Station for the start of the Spring semester. I had finished my 5th marathon, running my 2nd fastest time with the littlest amount of training (I do not condone running marathons without training), my brother had finished his 3rd marathon with a PR of close to 10 minutes if not more, and we had taken one step closer to completing our 4 marathons in 4 months journey. Houston was the 3rd of 4 marathons. We are now 1 month and 2 days away from our our 4th and final marathon, The Livestrong Austin Marathon. We will be traveling to Austin soon and hopefully, I will be in better shape for it. I have some exciting plans after that, but nothing set in stone yet. I will write another post soon about some of my plans, but it's off to class now. Don't wanna be late.
Never forget that everything we do is a gift from God. My ability to run is not from anything I did myself. Rather, God has blessed me with an awesome gift and I am just beginning what I hope to be an amazing adventure that will take a lifetime to see just how far I will be able to push myself with the grace of God, and his angels always carrying me through the hardest parts of my runs. God bless everyone who takes the time to read this. Never forget how blessed you really are.
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