Sometimes I wonder if there is any point writing race reports,
but I keep reminding myself that when I hit the 100 and look back
over these that I will fondly remember some marathons and will
cringe when I recall others. London 2007 will be one of the
middle of the road attempts that I should be really pleased with
but also one that reminds me that big city marathons aren't all
they are cracked up to be. The problems encountered during this
race were more numerous than any other London - this was my 7th
in a row.
Preparation for this was predictably terrible. Having coasted
through the Connemara tester run in February I was thinking that
2007 was going to be my year. I was fit for once, probably in
better shape than I had ever been, and then injury struck me
down... Down and truly out! I couldn't run at all for 8 solid
weeks. Looking at the calendar I got a bit of a shock to see
that London was only three weeks away so I ran 90 miles in 8 days
- and tapered. Mick laughed when I told him I was tapering. His
interpretation of the word taper is that it is a rest period
after several months of high mileage and tough preparation for
the distance. I just wanted a rest.
And so I found myself on yet another marathon start line
unprepared and expecting little else but to finish. All my race
reports lately have mentioned my streak of sub 4's. This was a
mile stone one - a possibility of 15 in a row. But I forced
myself not to even think about time, as the plan was to take it
handy. It was going to be a very hot day too so there was little
possibility of getting out of this unhurt. I packed painkillers
for the first time.
Blue start, just behind the elites, and it was bloody hot. It was
only 9.45 AM and I could feel myself sweating before I started.
We took off and stopped, ran and stopped again and we all
realised that this was going to be a constant battle to find any
road to run on. The first mile took 10 minutes and the second
settled a bit for a 9 minute mile. So that was going to be my
pace, like it or not, I was surrounded by 9 minute mile pacers,
like a wall of runners, I was a prisoner, but happy to be held
back in the extreme heat.
It stayed like this more or less for the entire first half as I
looked forward to seeing the leaders on the opposite side of the
road at mile 13 to 14 as I always do in London, but as I got
closer I realised that I was going much slower than in previous
years and the helicopters overhead told me that they had just
passed.
Ah well, back to my race and concentrate on the pace. Looking
around, loads of people were walking and the heat was obviously
taking it's toll but I was fine, knocking off 9 min miles all the
time, each mile within about 10 seconds of each other. Slow
progress but at a nice calm pace and that was pretty much the
story until mile 20 when I noticed my pace dropping. My head was
playing tricks with me and I couldn't do the maths properly so I
slowed and found myself at mile 22 realising that a sub 4 was
actually off the cards.
I walked to reassess how I was feeling, and you know what, I was
absolutely fine, just wrecked in the head. I redid the maths and
figured out that I had 39 minutes to do the last 4 miles - the
lack of salt had just messed with my calculator and I so I
instantly perked up. Mile 22 to 23 was my fastest mile with an
8:20 so I was really back on track. I relaxed a bit and walked a
few stretches and finally got to mile 25. I now had 13 minutes
to do the last 1.2 and was nicely confident that would be easy
enough, and so relaxed a bit more.
Crossing the line with 50 seconds to spare I was amazed that I
had achieved another sub 4. A lot of team mates that should have
finished in around the 4 hour mark, crashed and burned, finishing
in the 4:30's and 4:40's.
I felt bad for them, but good for me.
Roll on Vienna!
Ray
29 down 71 to go.
Great Stuff Ray...
Athenry Colours Circle London once again.
Great Stuff Ray!