Richmond Marathon Race Report +

Well, it has been 16 weeks since the running of the 2019 Richmond Marathon and I have been very delinquent in my blogging. Now that the spring season is getting ready to ramp up, I thought I better get this report out of the way. 

From my last blog entry, you know that I injured myself but decided to go ahead and give the marathon a try and see what would happen. I am not going to go into too many details on this post because frankly, that would be boring. I will try to focus on the particulars and anything else notable for the historical record.

Race day was cold and windy. I opted to wear tights under my running shorts to keep my legs warm which normally I would not have done but with the hamstring injury, I decided it would be better overall to keep my legs warm. 

As I mentioned previously, my goal was to simply finish in about 4 hours. When the gun went off, I started conservatively and ran the first mile in about 9 minutes. The first several miles went well and I was maintaining a pace that would easily put me under 4 hours. I did slow down on some of the more hilly parts of the course but I was able to pick things back up after those tougher miles. 

The wind was a killer. Not only was it physically difficult to run into the wind, it was also mentally tough to keep going with it blowing into my face. Crossing the Leigh bridge was especially tough. There was not much chatter around me as everyone seemed to be struggling. The Leigh bridge section is from about mile 15 to mile 16 on the RVA Marathon course and that is where I really started to struggle. You can see from my splits that mile 16 was the beginning of my fade. I did manage to pick it up again a little later. But that did not last long. Here are my splits for the entire race. 

Lap	Distance	Time	Pace	GAP	Elev	HR
1	1.00 mi	9:00	9:00 /mi	9:01 /mi	-8 ft	142 bpm
2	1.00 mi	8:50	8:50 /mi	8:45 /mi	22 ft	142 bpm
3	1.00 mi	8:43	8:43 /mi	8:42 /mi	4 ft	140 bpm
4	1.00 mi	8:38	8:38 /mi	8:36 /mi	7 ft	143 bpm
5	1.00 mi	8:42	8:42 /mi	8:39 /mi	7 ft	142 bpm
6	1.00 mi	8:54	8:54 /mi	8:41 /mi	26 ft	144 bpm
7	1.00 mi	8:38	8:38 /mi	9:01 /mi	-144 ft	136 bpm
8	1.00 mi	8:49	8:49 /mi	8:44 /mi	8 ft	138 bpm
9	1.00 mi	8:52	8:52 /mi	8:54 /mi	-20 ft	136 bpm
10	1.00 mi	9:00	9:00 /mi	8:49 /mi	20 ft	137 bpm
11	1.00 mi	9:16	9:16 /mi	8:56 /mi	33 ft	140 bpm
12	1.00 mi	9:13	9:13 /mi	8:58 /mi	31 ft	139 bpm
13	1.00 mi	9:22	9:22 /mi	9:16 /mi	7 ft	137 bpm
14	1.00 mi	8:51	8:51 /mi	8:52 /mi	-24 ft	140 bpm
15	1.00 mi	8:58	8:58 /mi	9:06 /mi	-55 ft	140 bpm
16	1.00 mi	9:46	9:46 /mi	9:32 /mi	34 ft	143 bpm
17	1.00 mi	9:44	9:44 /mi	9:29 /mi	38 ft	141 bpm
18	1.00 mi	8:54	8:54 /mi	8:47 /mi	32 ft	147 bpm
19	1.00 mi	11:07	11:07 /mi	11:10 /mi	-31 ft	131 bpm
20	1.00 mi	11:23	11:23 /mi	11:11 /mi	12 ft	132 bpm
21	1.00 mi	11:34	11:34 /mi	11:31 /mi	1 ft	128 bpm
22	1.00 mi	14:38	14:38 /mi	14:36 /mi	-5 ft	109 bpm
23	1.00 mi	11:42	11:42 /mi	11:39 /mi	0 ft	137 bpm
24	1.00 mi	12:11	12:11 /mi	12:17 /mi	-23 ft	139 bpm
25	1.00 mi	13:17	13:17 /mi	13:02 /mi	22 ft	143 bpm
26	1.00 mi	12:44	12:44 /mi	12:50 /mi	-38 ft	136 bpm
27	0.32 mi	3:22	10:23 /mi	11:29 /mi	-96 ft	142 bpm

As I ran north on Arthur Ashe Boulevard, it happened. My hamstring decided it had had enough. However, it was not my left hamstring that I had been rehabbing. Nope, it was the right one doing the same thing that the left one had done. I was forced to walk. I walked and hobbled for the next couple of miles. I looked at my watch and did the math. I could finish well within the cutoff if I simply walked the rest. But the thought of being out there in the cold for that much longer was not very appealing. I tried to stretch some but even that was difficult. I was finally able to start a little shuffle and did a shuffle/walk for the rest of the way. It was painful and down right miserable. However, I had been in this position before. During Ironman competitions, the last part of the marathon is always a death march. I knew I could just keep going and finish so I pushed through the misery and ended up finishing. 

Out of the three marathons I have run, this was the slowest. It was even slower than at least 3 or 4 of my Ironman marathons. But I managed to finish and did not really do any damage to my body. 

After the race, I went and got my bag of stuff that I had dropped off at the start earlier that morning. I took off all my wet clothes and put on dry clothes as quickly as possible. I then hobbled my way back to my office and used the bathroom and put on all my jackets and another hat. I also gobbled up some candy and had a Red Bull. 

I was following Melissa on the marathon tracker and estimated that if I hurried, I could catch her finishing. I made it back to the course in time to see her running up Franklin to the 5th street turn. I ran with her for about 25 yards before my legs demanded I stop. She continued on to the finish and I walked down to meet up with her. She had a fine race of course. She is the pacing queen and always knows how to stick to her goal and finish well. I am always impressed with her determination and accomplishments on and off the race course. 

And that was that. I had a nice build up to a potential PR and then blew it by getting injured. However, I learned some lessons that I will talk about in my next blog post. 

Since the RVA Marathon, I have done a few races. I did the Countdown to None 5K in Vienna, VA on New Years Eve and got 1st in my age group. 

Later in January, I ran the Frostbite 15K. I went out a little hot and struggled towards the end but managed to have an OK race. I got 13th out of 50 in my age group on what proved to be a challenging course. 

Yesterday, after a last minute entry the night before, I raced the Shamrock 5K here in Richmond. Considering I ran 12 miles the day before and did a short but high intensity trainer ride afterwards as well as a 1 hour trainer ride a few hours before the 5K, I was pleased with my result. My goal was to keep up with Justin and then try to out sprint him at the line. I was able to hang on to him and then towards the end step on the gas a little to put some distance between us and then finally sprint down the straight away at the finish. I ended up 3rd in my age group. Not too shabby for running on tired legs.

For the upcoming season, this is what I have on the calendar so far:

Date	Race	Location
Saturday, March 28th	Monument Ave 10K	RVA
Saturday, April 4th	Smithfield Sprint Triathlon	Smithfield VA
Saturday, May 9th	Kinetic Half Triathlon	Lake Anna, VA
Sunday, May 10th	Kinetic Sprint Triathlon	Lake Anna, VA
Saturday, May 16th	IM 70.3 VA Blue Ridge Training Camp  not a race	Roanoke VA
Sunday, June 7th	IM 70.3 VA Blue Ridge Triathlon	Roanoke, VA
Sunday, June 28th	Rev3 Williamsburg Olympic Triathlon	Williamsburg, VA

The Road to the RVA Marathon

After the Outer Banks triathlon, it was time to focus on the upcoming Richmond Marathon. OBX was on September 14th which gave me about 2 months of focused run training before the November 16th race. I had a pretty busy season thus far including some fairly long runs with MTT. I was feeling pretty tired and wanted to cut back on my weekly training hours. With a 21 miler the Sunday after OBX, and then another 20 miler the following weekend, I had plenty of run miles under my belt and felt pretty good about my chances of getting a marathon PR in November. 

My current Marathon PR was from 2017 at the NYC Marathon.

As a side note, unbeknownst to me, a movie was being filmed during the 2017 NYC Marathon and I made it into the movie. If you blink, you will miss me but a friend send along this screen grab. Also, you can see my race report for NYC here. http://jimsoccernut.blogspot.com/2017/11/2017-tcs-nyc-marathon-race-report.html

That is me in the red Gobble Wobble shirt

Sports Backers Marathon Training Team (MTT) runs out of Sports Backers Stadium in Richmond. The stadium is 1 mile from my house. When MTT started, I decided I would run from my house to the stadium, run with my MTT team, and then run home. I have always enjoyed doing that kind of thing and have run from my house to the Monument Ave 10K, run it, and run then back home. And I used to ride my mountain bike from my house in Henrico County to the downtown trails, ride all the trails, and then ride back home. There is something appealing about not having to drive, park, etc. So, for MTT, I always got 2 more miles than what was prescribed in the MTT training plan. Overachiever? Maybe. Sorta like this guy. 

This routine seemed to work out well for me. I would run 1 mile to the stadium and then have a little break including using the indoor bathroom at the stadium which is always a runner's dream. Then I would run the prescribed route with Team Limes which always included SAG stops where we could all refuel with water, PowerAid, gels, etc. Then I would take a little break when we got back to the Stadium before slogging that last mile home. 

With the extra mileage and all the hill work that I normally did not do, I really felt primed to run a good race. I made a decision that I would stop training for triathlon and just focus on running. I wanted to sleep more and thought that skipping the 5:30 AM pool sessions, and long bike rides on the weekend would give my body more rest. I also made a hard decision to stop training with my coach who I had been training regularly with for more than 5 years. It was tough to break up with him because I had learned so much from him enjoyed a great deal of success under his guidance. It was nice to simply complete workouts as prescribed and not really have to think about it much. But I was a bit burnt out and wanted to try going at it by myself for awhile. Plus, I could really use some new tires on my car and the cost savings would help with the tires and various other expenses. It took a while for my decision to sit well with me. I missed Dave. I threw myself into MTT. 

On October 17th, I was running track after a weekend 22 miler, and I was feeling fast. The weather had gotten cooler. It was really the first cool track workout I had. After a short warm up of 2 miles and some strides, I was ticking off some decent paces that felt relatively easy. Below you can see my laps. I pressed the lap button after one time around the track. I did one mile followed by some active rest and then a 2 miler. Again, it all felt very easy. I had one more 2 mile interval to do. Somewhere around 600 meters into it, my hamstring started to complain a bit. I pulled the plug and called it a day. 

          Lap #           Time             Cumulative Time      Distance            Pace              HR

Well, that sucked. I took the next two days off and did all I could to heal including compression, heat, stretching, and rest. On the following Sunday, I took off from my house a little slower than usual to let myself warm up. Of course it was relatively cold and rainy. Our first real bad weather run of the season. I was planning to see how I felt when I got to the stadium. When I got there, I felt pretty good. My hammy was fine and I was ready to resume business as usual. 

The route that day went through the Fan of Richmond and with all the rain and poor drainage around that area, there were flooded areas and I ended up running through some pretty cold puddles. Is it a still called a puddle if it comes up past your ankles? Oh well, I was soaked already so I shrugged it off and kept on trucking. Then, about 3.5 miles into the run, my hammy started to act up. I told the person I was running with that I was going to slow down and that she could keep going. We were discussing how slow I was going to go when suddenly a sharp pain shot through my hamstring which caused me to shout an expletive and then stop all together. It was like a snake bite. This was not good at all. I turned around and started walking home. I decided it would be less mileage to walk home than to walk back to the stadium and then back home. So, that is what I did. 

Mine was my left leg

I hobbled home. It was pretty miserable as far as walks go. It was cold and rainy and I could not move fast enough to keep warm. I would occasionally shuffle a bit more than a walk but that would not last long. It took me about 40 minutes to walk home. I took a quick hot shower and then got bundled up and drove my car back to Sports Backers Stadium so I could sign back in so the Team Limes coaches did not wonder what happened to me. 

So, now what? I consulted my physical therapy friend who always gives me guidance and she thought I should go see someone. I decided to try to get into see a professional ASAP. I called the VCU Sports Medicine hotline which was a perk of training with MTT. They were supposed to give MTT participants priority appointments. I managed to get into pretty quickly to see an NP at the VCU Sports Medicine clinic. She gave me a thorough exam and wrote me a prescription for physical therapy. I spent the next day trying to get in somewhere and finally landed at Richmond Physical Therapy near Willow Lawn shopping center which was not too far from my house. 

Richmond Physical Therapy (RPT) was great. The entire staff was pleasant, supportive, and knowledgeable. Mary Beth took good care of me and put me on the road to recovery. At this point, my marathon plans were on hold as I worked through the exercises, trying to heal and get stronger. 

Short video of my doing an exercise at RPT
https://www.facebook.com/richmondpt/videos/569002377185411/

While I was going to PT, I started to ride my bike some. Mary Beth said it would be fine to ride my trainer. So I would do some short rides before doing my exercises. Riding was not a problem for my hamstring so at least I had that going for me. 

I don't want to get into too many details but I do want to share this one tool that really played a bit part of my recovery. I call it the "Magic Ball". I put this ball under my hamstring while sitting at my desk at work or while driving my car. I can do active release as well as massage while multitasking. After a short session, my hamstring always feels better. 

The Magic Ball

I ended up being mostly out of commission for two weeks. I ran two of the long taper runs with Team Limes. I took it easy, took a few walk breaks, and mostly held it together. After my two taper runs, I decided I would go ahead and try the marathon but with adjusted goals. I knew it would be a bit of a struggle but I thought if I took it easy, I might be able to run around 4 hours. So that was the plan. I would try to run 9 minute miles and just hope that I did not blow up. There was always the possibility I would have to pull myself out of the race at some point so I went in to the race with that notion in the back of my mind. 

Next up will be my actual race report. I know, the suspense is killing you. Did I survive? Did I finish? Did my hamstring act up? What was the race swag like? Did I swear off running forever? 

Post Marathon Blues

Running 26.2 miles is no joke for anyone and while I did complete the marathon just a few minutes shy of my goal of 4 hours, I did not feel a great sense of accomplishment and euphoria like I did when I finished other races. In fact, I remember exactly what was going through my mind when I finished. "I just want to go home." I was spent. I did not have the energy to go look for food, to hang out and watch the band, to cheer on other runners, to get a post race massage, or any of the other fun things that are offered up at these kinds of races. I got my medal, drank some water and Gatorade, and someone handed me some pizza. I slammed down a few bites of cold pizza and then went on my quest to find Melissa.

Before I found Melissa, I caught up with my buddy Jeff who finished a few minutes before me. He looked like I felt. Totally spent, just wanting to go home. He was on the same quest I was. He was looking for his wife. There was a cell phone company there offering runners free calls. We called our wives a bunch of times on their cell phones but the were still near the finish line looking for Jeff to cross the finish line. The finish lines at these types of races are very loud so they did not hear their phones ringing. Somehow they had missed Jeff coming across the line. These things to happen. It happened to me earlier this year at the Richmond 8K. I missed my Melissa coming across the finish line.

We finally did hook up with our wives. We said our goodbyes and headed for the car. There was one big problem though. Our car was parked at the top of sizable hill several blocks away. I was so sore and so out of gas that I was having trouble going up the hill. Actually even before that, I was having trouble lifting my leg to go up the curb. I had to use all my strength to swing my leg and even use my arms to help lift up my foot onto the curb. And then I remembered something I had heard a lot time ago and I decided to turn around and walk backwards up the hill. I could barely move forward but, backwards, I could do pretty well. So I walked backwards up the hill to the car.

Melissa drove me home where I took a hot shower and crawled into bed. I was tired and cold and while hungry could not eat. After warming up in the bed, I was able to eat some snacks. After about an hour or two, I started feeling much better and was relatively back to normal. Sure I could barely go up and down the stairs but I started feeling normal in the rest of my body. I now felt like doing something other than lying in the warm bed and was gearing up for dinner.

Before going to dinner, Melissa and I went to Poor Farm Park to go for a walk. Going for a walk later in the day after completing a marathon is highly recommended. So we went for a walk in one of my favorite parks. Before heading into the woods, I tried to take a couple of strides to see how it would feel. There is one word to describe how those strides felt-bad. In particular, my right knee hurt pretty bad when I tried to jog a few steps. I did not like the feel of that and it was odd that I did not notice the knee aching during those last few steps of the marathon. My quads and my IT band were definitely screaming at the end of the race but my knees did hurt. Or maybe I just did not realize it because of the adrenaline pumping through my body.

As it turns out, I would not be running for quite a while because of this knee pain. In my next installment I will tell you more about my recovery.