
Running of the 2006
Marine Corp Marathon10/29/2006
8:35am
Washington, DC / Arlington, VA
Partly Cloudy 49-degrees WINDY
This was my 3rd marathon, the first was the NYC Marathon in 2003 (pics of our race can be found
here), I ran the entire thing with Gary. I had just gotten into running and we really took our time. The 2nd was the Mount Desert Island Marathon in Bar Harbor, Maine 2005, race report
here and pictures from
Bar Harbor. I was very encouraged after this one and thanks to a a couple solid years of running I was able to break 4 hours. I went into the MCM Marathon with even more ambitious goals. I was hoping for a 3:30-3:40 marathon.
Gary, our friend John, and I went up the day before sans families. We checked into our hotel and hit the expo for our numbers. The weather was very windy this day but temps were cool and the sky was blue. We met up with Don and Andy as well as John and his friend Chris in Olde Town Alexandria. We really enjoyed the brief time we spent here, this town was beautiful and full of history. We look forward to returning with the kids.
We had a nice pasta dinner and and an extra hour of sleep due to the time change. Gary and I showed up to the start rested and ready to go. The weather was near perfect for running, albiet a little windy. I was still battling a cold and was also very nervous about trying to run below a 8:30/mile pace for 26.2 miles. I realized I had perhaps done too much training on the trails, I really had no idea what running this many miles at that pace was going to do to me. I would later find out.
This marathon was HUGE. There were 34,000 runners, they stated it was the 3rd largest marathon in the US.
Picture of the start.
On the walk to the start we literally walked right into our
Trailhead buddy Kerndog. After discussing goals and times, I realized my goal was very close to Kerndog's. Another red flag goes off in my head, he's fast. I do not look at myself as fast. Can I really run a 3:30 marathon I ask myself?
Gary made his way towards the front and Kerndog and I settled in with what appeared to be the right spot. The start was great, a beautiful run with a low grade uphill followed by what seemed to be one long downhill all the way to the Key Bridge heading into Georgetown. This section was my favorite of the entire race and crossing onto M Street, miles 4-6, Kerndog and I were right where we wanted to be, just below an 8/mile pace and banking some time for later. Somewhere along M street I lost sight of Kerndog, but I was still with the 3:30 balloon pacer guy so I felt pretty good.
We eventually entered the Mall and I started to realize that running 8/min miles was hard. I couldn't really talk to anyone around me or I would lose my focus, the water/gatoraid breaks were stressing me out b/c I was losing my pace, and while beautiful, I did not remember the Mall area being so damn big. We rounded the bend with the Capital just on our left, it truly was an inspriational run the entire way. Just as we exit the Mall, right near the Smithsonian Castle we hit the half way point, I was at 1:46, a very nice half but I was almost shot, I knew then there was no way I could run the 2nd half that fast. By mile 15 I had to slow down, the next section, Haynes Point, up to mile 20, was billed at the hardest but I found it to be very beautiful. It was during this very secluded section that I realized not only was I not going to finish under 3:40, I might not finish at all. My hamstrings were really tight and then all the sudden my left quad cramped. The 15+ miles at 8/mile pace had taken its toll and my 3:30-3:40 marathon became a run of survival. I had to stop multiple times to stretch out cramps.
Right after mile 19 Dean Karnezes, ultra marathon man and on his 43rd marathon in 43 days, on his way to 50 marathons in 50 CONSECUTIVE days, shuffles by and I figure if this is his 43rd in 43 days, I can keep up with him. His blog of the MCM can be found
here. That lasted about 1/2 mile before my calf completely locks up. The rest of the run I was one of the "walking (or running) wounded", it was a mixture of stopping, stretching, shuffling, walking, running, repeat. I averaged a blazing 11/mile pace after mile 20. I at least broke the 4 hour mark so I felt pretty good about that.

The end of this race was an absolute logistical mess and hopefully they will change it in the future. We probably walked another 3 miles just to get our drop bags and find transportation to our hotel. I did manage to find Gary and our friend John. John's time was almost identical to mine but he ran a very smart race and loved every minute of it. I should have just run the thing with him. I was very encouraged by his mood and race.

It was also nice to have Gary waiting for me at the end, that makes every single 1/2 marathon and marathon I have ever run. One of these days I hope to be waiting on him. The run made me twice as sick as I was before I started and I had to slide down my stairs Monday morning. Yesterday I was finally able to bend my legs and today I even waked fast across my kitchen. I'll be on the bike for a few weeks before I run again. If you ask me now if I will ever run another marathon, the answer is NO WAY. Like in most matters, time has a way of erasing the bad and leaving you with only the good. Already it is the the many postive experiences of the run that far outweigh the less than desired run I had. Seeing the father pushing his daughter in her wheelchair, the blind runner being led by his escort, seeing John's smile afterwards, spending 2 solid days with Gary, all of these things, will be the memories I keep for life.
Tommy Galloway