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.

DISTANCE TIME OF DAY ELAPSED TIME EST. FINISH PACE/MILE 5K  10:33:56 AM 0:26:11 01:48:19 PM 08:26 10K  10:59:27 AM 0:51:42 01:45:52 PM 08:20 MILE 8  11:14:06 AM 1:06:21 01:45:01 PM 08:18 MILE 9  11:22:35 AM 1:14:50 01:45:34 PM 08:19 15K  11:25:14 AM 1:17:29 01:45:34 PM 08:19 MILE 10  11:30:45 AM 1:23:00 01:45:12 PM 08:18 MILE 11  11:39:22 AM 1:31:37 01:45:57 PM 08:20 MILE 12  11:47:50 AM 1:40:05 01:46:16 PM 08:21 20K  11:51:32 AM 1:43:47 01:46:30 PM 08:21 MILE 13  11:56:24 AM 1:48:39 01:46:42 PM 08:22 HALF  11:57:25 AM 1:49:40 01:47:05 PM 08:23 MILE 14  12:05:07 PM 1:57:22 01:47:24 PM 08:23 MILE 15  12:14:04 PM 2:06:19 01:48:22 PM 08:26 25K  12:19:03 PM 2:11:18 01:49:15 PM 08:28 MILE 16  12:23:07 PM 2:15:22 01:49:24 PM 08:28 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. DISTANCE TIME OF DAY ELAPSED TIME EST. FINISH PACE/MILE MILE 17  12:31:50 PM 2:24:05 01:49:49 PM 08:29 MILE 18  12:40:37 PM 2:32:52 01:50:15 PM 08:30 30K  12:46:32 PM 2:38:47 01:50:56 PM 08:32 MILE 19  12:49:44 PM 2:41:59 01:51:07 PM 08:32 MILE 20  12:59:08 PM 2:51:24 01:52:16 PM 08:35 MILE 21  01:08:36 PM 3:00:51 01:53:23 PM 08:37 35K  01:19:59 PM 3:12:14 01:59:19 PM 08:51 MILE 22  01:26:15 PM 3:18:30 02:04:08 PM 09:02 MILE 23  01:42:05 PM 3:34:21 02:11:55 PM 09:20 MILE 24  01:52:16 PM 3:44:31 02:12:51 PM 09:22 40K  02:00:16 PM 3:52:31 02:12:54 PM 09:22 MILE 25  02:01:37 PM 3:53:52 02:12:51 PM 09:22 MILE 26  02:10:45 PM 4:03:00 02:12:37 PM 09:21 FINISH  02:12:41 PM 4:04:56 02:12:41 PM 09:21 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.

PAUL DEVLIN'S NYC MARATHON PREP BY THE NUMBERS

Oh, what the hell, I'm going to run the NYC Marathon. Am I physically ready? Heck, no. But
there is no crying when you run in the Big Apple, or at least not until you finish. Mentally,
I'm locked in. I'm going to make this one of the best days of my life. I never intended to run
a marathon when I started my Forest Gump training program nine months ago. I was just
looking to lose some serious weight.

But here I am. Can't wait to run, see the sights, hear the sounds, and experience the adrenaline
rush that comes with running on the streets of the greatest city in the world. Sorry, Boston.
You are hands down the best sports town in the country, but nothing beats New York for
everything else.

                 MY NYC MARATHON PREPARATIONS BY THE NUMBERS

48, 142.  That's about the number of people that will be running with me, ahead of me, and
               behind me. If the New York Mets ever sold out Citifield, that's about how many
               of people will be running in this thing. Hope everybody remembers to roll on that
               deodorant.

19, 178   According to STATS, inc., Nate Silver, and the random number I picked out of my
               gluteus maximus, that is where I'm going to finish in the race. Check the New York
               Times on Monday for the results. It'll be the last time I'll be in that great paper until
               my obituary is printed. Hope they don't happen to occur at the same time. It's going
               to be only time that I'll be able to say I've won after finishing 19,178.

19, 178  The number of times I will say, "What the hell was I thinking?" during the 26.2 mile
               race.

  2, 134  My bib number. I wanted number 1, but it was given to some Ethiopian guy whose
              name I can't pronounce or even spell. I offered he and his family a year's supply of
              Happy Meals from McDonald's, but he wouldn't give up the number.
           

     878   Number of miles I've racked up since starting my unofficial training program back on
              February 24. The miles and runs were witnessed and notarized by my 98-year old
              bartender girlfriend. Angela isn't as meticulous and that good with numbers as she
              once was, so the 878 might be a little off.

     238   My weight when I started running in earnest back in February. I'll start Sunday's race
              at 208. For those scoring at home, that's a loss of 30 pounds. My knees keep thanking
              me every day.

     226   The amount of my entry fee to run in the event. Special thanks to Tom Beusse and
              Andrew Hersam, one of New Canaan's all-time greats and record holder for number
              of pull-ups in high school, a mark established in 1981. They jumped through hoops,
              walked on hot coals, and moved mountains to get me in. I received entry just 25
              days before the event.
           

     217   The number of people who were injured or killed in the Boston Marathon bombing.
               I will be thinking of all of them,  especially Carlos Arredando, a lot during the race.
              The man in the cowboy hat was a true hero that day, saving the life of Jeff Bauman.

       57   The number of songs on my Ipod. That might increase before Sunday. Four of the
              songs are by the artist known as Pink. Is that a bad thing? Does it make me weird?
              Those songs by her get me pumped up. No Donnie and Marie for this race.

            

       21   The number of days before the marathon that I blew a tire. Calf muscle and knee.
               I figured it was better to get to the race than be on the shelf with an injury. I took
               two weeks off before trying to run again.

    18.6   The distance of my last timed race in September. Finished in 2:33 and was feeling
              good. Then came the injury.
   
        13   I'll be running this race for my six nieces and nephews, brother Pat, sister Kara,
               brother-in-law Chad, sister-in-law Imma, Uncle Jack, mom Charlene, and my Dad,
               Patrick, the big guy in the sky who will be watching me every step of the way.
             

      







         7   Number of miles I've run in the last three weeks. I took 17 days off re-habbing
              a calf/knee injury. I could've dropped out, but Beusse and Hersam worked too hard
              to get me in. This one is going to be all about will and desire. Will and desire.

         6  The number of half-marathon races I've completed since last March (Sleepy Hollow,
             Danbury, Brooklyn, Lake Placid, Fairfield, Norwalk. Personal best: 1:45) By the
             way,  I don't really like running. Does anybody?

        5   Are you serious? I have to worry about daylights saving time on the day of the
             marathon? I have to catch a bus to the starting line at 5:30 a.m. I'm already having
             nightmares about oversleeping and I haven't even gone to bed yet. I'm going to set
             five alarms to make sure I get up. It's Fall Back, right? If I give you my phone
             number will you call at 4:30 a.m. to wake me up? I didn't think so.
            

    3:47  The time I want to finish the marathon in. Is it ambitious? Hell, yeah, but what the
              hell, you gotta have a number? What's your number? And if I don't finish, it'll be
              because I probably got arrested for trying to give Pamela Anderson a floatation
              device. Yes, that Pamela Anderson and she's running in the marathon.
             

         3   Number of pairs of shoes I wore during my training program. I know---that's not
              a lot. I wear them until there is no tread and the labels are falling off.  Again, I know,
              it's not good for one's health. Probably the reason for the injuries.

         1   The number of people whom I know are definitely running in the race. My former
              NESN colleague and current MSG reporter, Tina Cervasio. This will be her fourth
              NYC Marathon. This will be my first and definitely my last. I'm doing the Ironman
              in Lake Placid in July, so I needed to know what the pain in a marathon was like
              before running one after biking 112-miles.

         0   The number of alcoholic beverages, slices of bread, scoops of ice cream, and bottles
              of soda I've had since February 10. Don't miss any of them one bit. But after Sunday
              night, I might have to break out the bubbly and celebrate like Big Papi and the Boston
              Red Sox.