I had a marathon nightmare last week.
It was a terrible, too-hot-in-my-room night of tossing and turning, so I'm not surprised I had bad dreams that I remember vividly. This one, though, was the worst. I was running the marathon, slower than I wanted but I was chugging along, when I saw a friend of mine on the course. He was just about to get something to eat, and I inexplicably decided that was a good idea. I didn't care about my time in the marathon, so I figured I'd just enjoy myself and get some food. I left the course and we had a meal. Meanwhile, another friend came in to the bar and bought me a beer. About an hour after I left the course, I hopped back in (somehow magically ready to run despite pub food and drink). The problem is, even though I'd been running along fine up to that point, the hour delay put me behind the marathon closing time. And for some reason, their way of enforcing this was not by opening the roads to traffic, but instead by forcibly and physically removing runners from the roads. Even though I was running in a group of people, a course marshall decided that I - and I alone - needed to be removed from the course and began chasing me and yelling at me. I tried to explain to him that I was running much faster than everyone around me and if he let me catch up, I would soon be ahead of the closing time cut-offs.
And then I woke up and it was all a dream.
|This totally happened after the race. Porterhouse |
for two (I did share) and a glass of lychee sangria.
Instead, I got to the start on too little sleep and ran my fool heart out. A friend graciously met me for a lap of the park, but it was mostly on my own and I was okay with that. I also decided once and for all that I hate the hills in Central Park (I walked them this time, all of them).
I finished in 3:30:xx with badly uneven splits. If I keep up that pace the whole race - plausible, given how bad the hills in Central Park are - my sub 5-hour goal is just barely within sight. I was also upset by the lack of enthusiasm that went into this race. No spectators (which I expected), but also it felt like its name: a marathon tune-up. (Mostly) everyone was nice (more on that tomorrow), but there wasn't the same level of excitement that I know I'll find race day.
Today starts a new week of training. With a needed rest day and an 11-hour workday.