Tuesday, November 5, 2013

MY 'VICTORY' IN THE NYC MARATHON



In the weeks leading up to the NYC Marathon, I said I was going to beat the Kenyans, win
the endurance race, and have a parade down the Canyon of Heroes to celebrate. This near-50,
pasty-white, painfully slow man was going to shock the world and beat 50,000 runners to
the finish. Yes, I said it all.

I had to.

Just 21 days before the marathon and less than 48 hours after I secured a spot in the race, I
suffered a lower leg injury during the last 50 yards of an 18-mile run. It was my last long run
leading up to the marathon. I shut everything down because I didn't want to break the cardinal
rule of running: make sure you don't get injured on the way to the starting line. I wondered
how the heck I was going to run 26.2 miles when I wasn't sure if I was even going to be healthy.
I wondered how I was going to finish my first-ever marathon when I ran a total of five miles
in the three weeks leading up to the event.

So I lied.



I didn't lie to myself, but I lied to my mind. They are not one and the same.  I covered a golfer
at Penn State several years ago and he was down four holes with six to play in a match-play tournament.  After he came back to win, I asked him what the heck he was thinking. He said,
"I lied to my mind and tried to trick it. I said I was playing really well and I was going to win the
match and I did."

That's why I posted on all messages on Facebook. I had to see it in writing, have people doubt
me, challenge myself, and most of all, believe I could do it. And there was no way I was going
to miss the opportunity of running in the great New York City Marathon. Nobody is promised
tomorrow and I sure as heck wasn't going to wait a full year to run this race.

The adrenaline rush as the howitzer went off to start the race, along with the feeling of running
across the Verrazano bridge was truly amazing. If there was any pain in my leg, I sure as heck
didn't feel it.


Running through the streets of the five boroughs of NYC was just flat-out incredible. People
you had never seen before and certainly didn't have any ties to, were screaming wildly. I wore
a "Carolina Baseball" T-shirt, showing the pride in the school I graduated from. I quickly found
out how many people love the University of North Carolina. There were shouts of "Tar"..
followed by "Heels", a famous chant that all graduates of the university in Chapel Hill know
all too well. It kept me going and fired me up.

Almost as amazing as the race itself, was how the organizers could track 50,000 runners
and all their split times. I know technology these days is off-the-charts, but to be able to chart
the progress of every runner for 26.2 miles and post it instantaneously in real-time, is truly mind-boggling. Below is my chart from the race. As you can see, I had a good pace going. I hit the
half-way mark at just over 1 hour and 49 minutes and was well-within reach of my goal of
3:47.

DISTANCETIME OF DAYELAPSED TIMEEST. FINISHPACE/MILE
5K 10:33:56 AM0:26:1101:48:19 PM08:26
10K 10:59:27 AM0:51:4201:45:52 PM08:20
MILE 8 11:14:06 AM1:06:2101:45:01 PM08:18
MILE 9 11:22:35 AM1:14:5001:45:34 PM08:19
15K 11:25:14 AM1:17:2901:45:34 PM08:19
MILE 10 11:30:45 AM1:23:0001:45:12 PM08:18
MILE 11 11:39:22 AM1:31:3701:45:57 PM08:20
MILE 12 11:47:50 AM1:40:0501:46:16 PM08:21
20K 11:51:32 AM1:43:4701:46:30 PM08:21
MILE 13 11:56:24 AM1:48:3901:46:42 PM08:22
HALF 11:57:25 AM1:49:4001:47:05 PM08:23
MILE 14 12:05:07 PM1:57:2201:47:24 PM08:23
MILE 15 12:14:04 PM2:06:1901:48:22 PM08:26
25K 12:19:03 PM2:11:1801:49:15 PM08:28
MILE 16 12:23:07 PM2:15:2201:49:24 PM08:28

I was running strong until I got to mile 21, hitting that mark at three hours, but
then the pain became too much too bare. It felt like somebody took a sledgehammer
and whacked my left knee. I slowed to a walk and tried to massage my knee and leg to
get things going. I couldn't even look at the crowd because I was too embarrassed for them
to see the pain I was in. I had run 21 miles and now this?

If I had been on the course for  six hours, I wouldn't feel bad about walking to the finish,
but I was still fresh and feeling  strong. There was no way I was going to walk the rest of
the way. I would've felt too much shame. I even tried running backwards hoping to alleviate
the pain. Even in NYC where nothing surprises anybody, I'm sure many people in the crowd
were looking at me like I had three eyes and two heads.



DISTANCETIME OF DAYELAPSED TIMEEST. FINISHPACE/MILE
MILE 17 12:31:50 PM2:24:0501:49:49 PM08:29
MILE 18 12:40:37 PM2:32:5201:50:15 PM08:30
30K 12:46:32 PM2:38:4701:50:56 PM08:32
MILE 19 12:49:44 PM2:41:5901:51:07 PM08:32
MILE 20 12:59:08 PM2:51:2401:52:16 PM08:35
MILE 21 01:08:36 PM3:00:5101:53:23 PM08:37
35K 01:19:59 PM3:12:1401:59:19 PM08:51
MILE 22 01:26:15 PM3:18:3002:04:08 PM09:02
MILE 23 01:42:05 PM3:34:2102:11:55 PM09:20
MILE 24 01:52:16 PM3:44:3102:12:51 PM09:22
40K 02:00:16 PM3:52:3102:12:54 PM09:22
MILE 25 02:01:37 PM3:53:5202:12:51 PM09:22
MILE 26 02:10:45 PM4:03:0002:12:37 PM09:21
FINISH 02:12:41 PM4:04:5602:12:41 PM09:21


However, the adrenaline rush, once again, erased the pain. The course took us through
Columbus Circle and then on to Central Park where thousands of fans just about
escorted us to the finish line. It was scintillating and spine-tingling, to say the least.
I finished in 4:04:56, but it wasn't about the time. As they say about life, it's all about




Out of 50, 000 plus runners, I finished 17, 989. No, I didn't beat the Kenyans, but I'm claiming
a victory of my own in the New York City marathon. Wow. What a day. What a race. I'll never
forget it.



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