
I arrived in Manhattan on Thursday evening, my first visit to New York City. I’ve been to the state of New York a few times, but have not been into the City. My sister lives in Manhattan, on the Upper East Side. Thus, I had a convenient place to lodge and I was able to run in Central Park on Friday and Saturday and check out various spots of the course and start my mental preparation for the race.
Sunday morning, I woke up early and started the journey to Staten Island for the start of the New York Marathon. The first part of the journey involved a subway trip to the Staten Island Ferry, my brother-in-law was also running the marathon, which was nice because that way I didn’t have to think about the logistics of the race and he had run the race the year prior. When we arrived to catch the Ferry we missed the first one and had to wait about twenty minutes until the next ferry arrived. The ferry finally arrived and we cruised over to Staten Island. Once we arrived in Staten Island we took a bus to the start of the race – just getting to the start of the NYC Marathon is a journey in and of itself.
I checked my bag at the UPS truck and then heard an announcement “The entrance for Wave 1 is now closed.” I started to panic, you have got to be kidding me, the race wouldn’t even start for another half an hour and I had no idea where to go. I sprinted down to where the runners were starting and found a volunteer who pointed me where to go and then said “I doubt you can get in” at this point tons of thoughts were running through my head. The race had three waves; each wave started in twenty minute intervals and the thought of having 20k runners starting in front of me would most certainly hurt my race performance just from having to maneuver around so many people.
I eventually saw the Wave 1 runners with orange bibs, but unfortunately an 8 foot fence was separating me from them. I was still running towards the fence and noticed other runners in the same predicament and they all seemed to be having a discussion as to whether or not they should scale the fence. I never broke stride and in one quick motion jumped onto the fence, put my hand on top of the fence and jumped over the fence. I heard several runners say “Wow!†which gave me a laugh, sometimes it’s better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission. I was now with the Wave 1 runners and started trying to get past other runners and to find my coral, which was the B corral. The herd mentality then took effect and other runners started trying to scale the fence, the volunteers started hollering at them saying “If you scale the fence we will report your bib numbers and you will be disqualified†sometimes indecision will cost you!
The runners were then allowed to proceed to the start, which was on the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge. I tried to get around a few runners and managed to move up slightly, I then took a look around and noticed that most of the people around me were in the C and D corral, I figured I was close enough to the start and with my usual slow start to the race it might even be for the better as that way I’m not in the way of the rest of the runners who sprint out like mad at the sound of the gun.
(Note: My Garmin had the course at 26.7 miles, impossible to run the tangents with a race the size of NYC Marathon. Thus, my mile splits are probably a couple of seconds slower than reported)
Mile 1 in 6:55 – It took me about 20 seconds to reach the start line. A steep climb up the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge
Mile 2 in 6:18 – Descent down the bridge, my pace was now close to goal pace, I tried to settle down and relax at this point, get into a groove.
Mile 3 in 6:30 – Perfect, some kid handed me a Starburst, so I enjoyed some candy while checking out Brooklyn.
Mile 4 in 6:28 – Feeling relaxed, I was running on the left side of the road – alone. Everyone else was running in the center and would have to cut over to get Gatorade. I figured a straight line is not a bad strategy.
Mile 5 in 6:31 – I took my first gel packet.
Mile 6 in 6:26 – Enjoyed the long straight away on 4th Avenue. Tons of runners passed me, staying patient, sticking to the game plan.
Mile 7 in 6:30 – I grabbed a banana being handed out by some girl in a banana outfit, tasted great. I managed to eat half of it before tossing it aside.
Mile 8 in 6:30 – The last mile along 4th Avenue in Brooklyn. I grabbed an orange slice, tasty!
Mile 9 in 6:34 – Steady climb up Lafayette Avenue, one of my favorite spots on the course, tough climb though.
Mile 10 in 6:25 – A bit of a decline.
Mile 11 in 6:26 – Felt good.
Mile 12 in 6:25 – Took my second gel, thought about the half marathon split and wondered what my time would be.
Mile 13 in 6:26 – Started to wonder when the hurt will begin and how I will handle it.
13.1 Miles in 1:25:59, right where I wanted to be (notice I stated a 1:26 split in the previous post). I felt great, super strong and I wanted to get after it. This was the same feeling that I had last year at CIM and I took off only to later get into a world of hurt after 21 miles. I decided to keep the pace and if I felt good at mile 16 then I would pick it up a notch.
Mile 14 in 6:18 – Second Bridge of the day just entered Queens.
Mile 15 in 6:24 – I started to pass a lot of runners, other runners were now fading. I felt great and know that the Queensboro Bridge is up next and that it’s a tough climb.
Mile 16 in 6:36 – Long climb up the Queensboro Bridge. I noticed several runners now walking and other runners staring to fade. I’m excited to enter Manhattan.
Mile 17 in 5:50 – When I came off the Queensboro Bridge I heard a roar from the crowd, thousands of fans line 1st Avenue in Manhattan, five to six people deep. I have never experienced anything like it before and I make my move.
Mile 18 in 5:45 – I’m now blowing by people; I see my sister and her friends and get an added rush.
Mile 19 in 5:55 – Still feeling incredible strong, no sign of any pain and I start thinking this is too good to be true. I take another gel.
Mile 20 in 6:11 – Crossing the bridge into the Bronx, I looked down at my Garmin and can’t believe my average pace and decide to back off a bit as I know that I still have six miles left.
Mile 21 in 6:04 – Left the Bronx and enter Manhattan again, took my final gel.
Mile 22 in 6:06 – First sign of fatigue, my quads are starting to get tight.
Mile 23 in 5:57 – Picked it up another notch.
Mile 24 in 6:44 – Long and steady climb up 5th Avenue. I see several runners walking and the hill was a tiring effort.
Mile 25 in 6:17 – I entered the park and another runner passed me, I realize this is the first time that I have been passed since the 16th mile. I picked up my pace and try to hang on to him but my quads are really sore at this point. I still feel really strong but the rolling hills in the park; especially the downhills are painful on my quads.
Mile 26 in 6:07 – One other runner passed me, but I’ve probably passed another ten runners in this mile alone.
The finish was slightly uphill and I put in a solid kick, picking off a few more runners. I heard the announcer and crowd cheering on Joan Benoit Samuelson who broke the 50+ age division record with a 2:49:09; she finished slightly ahead of me.
I finished with a chip time of 2:48:54, with an average pace of 6:27 per mile. I ran the second half of the marathon in 1:22:55. The other interesting thing to note was that the second half of the marathon had a net elevation gain and the first half had a net elevation decline. The course was incredible and the crowd of two million spectators is hard to describe with words.
Also, since the race was point to point, runners were faced with a slight headwind in the range of 5-10mph most of the day. The temperature was perfect, low 50’s and overcast, could not ask for a better day.
I surprised myself on Sunday, great feeling. For every exceptional race that you have, you’ll have ten that disappoint you. I’ve only run three other marathon courses, but New York was by far the most challenging course. When I do my long runs I don’t run a lot of hills, thus probably why my quads felt trashed – not sure, or it’s just good old fashion fatigue. I also did a much better job at fueling myself, taking four gels during the race. I have negative split 3/4 last marathons that I have run, I’m a firm believer that it is the optimal race strategy, unless your battling for the win.
The NYC Marathon was truly an event like none other.