Exploring Easthampton is great – I’m so glad I picked this as my challenge. It’s fun moving up the CityStrides ranks quickly at the beginning. I went from 22nd place to 15th and doubled the percentage covered (12.14% of the streets) by knocking off a lot of short streets. The low-hanging fruit won’t last forever but it’s fun. I found a new conservation area to come back and explore (Pomeroy Meadow Conservation Area), vicariously enjoyed amazing gardens, saw tons of bunnies, and amused myself puzzling over why the years on the fence at Williston seem to be in random order (answer: it was originally tied to meeting a fundraising goal per class). The Williston gateway has a plaque for William Leonard Pitcher, class of 1891, “with the happy knack of making people feel better” (reminds me of Jonathan!) My favorite find was Wonky Owl Farm. I also spotted a bunch of mushrooms I’m pretty sure were king bolete (Boletus edulis), which I’ve always wanted to try, but they were on someone’s lawn (South Street near Glendale) so I’d need permission to pick them and I didn’t have a knife or bag anyway. Maybe I’ll get a chance to go back someday.
Wonky Owl Farm sells eggs
Scarlet bee balm – Monarda didyma
Date(temp/humidity)
Distance
Avg pace/fastest split
Time
HR (avg/highest)
Notes
Tue 6/29 (82°F/81%)
3.03
12:22/12:01
37:26
143/174
Gave blood later that day but it didn’t have much of an effect based on subsequent numbers, yay!
Still backdating this to keep them all in 2018 – posted 1/1/2019
The one thing I really, really disliked about the New York Marathon was the emphasis on buying stuff. I had been looking forward to the email newsletters until I realized that they almost only/always were pitches for the paid training programs, gear, other races, etc… money money money. So by the time they started pitching the MarathonFoto packages, including a full set of tips on how to make your photos come out well, I was totally turned off. When I got the pre-race “Last chance for $60 download!” pitch, I researched the company and saw Yelp reviews that complained the photos were lousy and high-priced. I avoided the start corral photographers. But… I regretted those decisions, and ended up buying the download package at $70 after seeing some great preview photos. If I had to do it over, I’d follow the tips, pose for everything, and spring for the pre-race package. The number and position of the photographers make for some truly special shots. And you get the full-res photos and permissions at that price, so it’s actually not that unreasonable. I was also looking forward to the promised video, but that turned out pretty light on personal content and it’s kind of cheesy. Here’s a selection of my favorite shots:
Start!
Finish!
Post-marathon thoughts:
Next time, I would:
leave more time for the start
bring fuel for the trip to the start
wear give-away socks and put on fresh vaseline right before the start
not take quite so many photos (I don’t regret that I did, but the 2nd time I wouldn’t want as many)
as mentioned above, buy the pre-race photo package and pose for everything
investigate the food bag more thoroughly and ingest or toss the heavy things
Training went fine, and I’m glad I wasn’t more ambitious with it. CityStrides helped keep it fun!
Despite the hassles and cost, it was amazing! If I only had the chance to run one marathon, I’m tempted to say this would be the one… but on the other hand I’m so glad it wasn’t my first, because it was hard enough without being new to the distance and the whole experience.
The shirt is the nicest race shirt ever and I love wearing it!
Dates and water is much better than Gatorade, but the caffeine gels are a great addition for the distance
Overall, I’m so glad this was the central experience of 2018 for me!
Posted on 1/1/2019 They were so not kidding about Mile 27! After the finish line, we walked to get the medal, then the heat sheet (which we needed because of the trek to get the ponchos), then a bag of food – VERY heavy! – then eventually the poncho. It was cold and getting dark and it was crowded and confusing – I had to backtrack for a medal, help someone else to find the food bags, and then wait ages for a poncho. There were crowds around the poncho distribution areas and the one where I first lined up ran out of them twice before I got one. I was too tired to thoroughly investigate the food bag – I would have tried the protein shake if I’d found it then, but didn’t want it later – and just ate pretzels and the apple, which wasn’t really enough. People were sitting down along the edge of the road even though we were encouraged to keep walking. I really needed a porta-potty but there weren’t any until after the poncho pickup, so at least a mile after the finish.
The poncho felt great – warm, sturdy, fleecy, and so official! I had planned to walk back across the park near where we came out (72nd St), since we were staying at my mom’s place in the east 80s and it would be a fairly straight shot. But I started to realize that since everything was fenced off for the finish lines, I wasn’t going to be able to cross the park. It looked like I’d have to go all the way north to 85th St or down to 66th St, which felt closer (the other way probably would have been shorter overall, and looking at the map now I might have been able to cross at the 79th St transverse). Even once I got to 66th St, it looked shut down, but a race volunteer told me to walk through unless the police stopped me. The traverse was empty and quiet, and I slipped into a meditative trance. I wouldn’t have wanted to run another step, but walking felt fine. It was about another 2 miles to get home.
The other great thing about the poncho was its marker status. There weren’t many of us on the East Side wearing one, but each time we’d greet each other with “Congratulations!” A few non-runners gave me a shout-out as well. I got back to the apartment, greeted Jonathan, took a shower, and we walked further uptown to have dinner with my mother and stepfather, and then walked back again. Fitbit shows 68,261 steps for the day, which I think is my all-time record. I was very tired and had some soreness over the next few days, but really not too bad. And when I got back to work, this was waiting for me:
One more post to come, on post-race reflections and the official photos, and this blog goes back into mothballs!
This would be the normal race report if it weren’t such an ordeal to actually get to the starting line (and to finish – part 3). Mostly made from notes shortly after the race, then re-thought about while consulting my photos and Google Maps. Posted 12/31/2018, giving up on the sucky photo placement – hey, I made it before 2019!
Approaching the starting line – not too crowded!
We moved out of the corral to the strains of “Lust for Life” by Iggy Pop, and I guess because the corrals are so far from the start we spaced out pretty well – it was actually much less crowded than it would be later on.
The actual starting line
Everywhere along the start, and this would be true for most of the first section of the marathon, there were piles of trash and discarded clothing – all the detritus that didn’t make it into proper receptacles. This actually worked out really well for me, since I had really wanted one of the Dunkin’ Donuts fleece beanies – I saw and grabbed a discard before the start, so that was one goal checked off. I saw DOZENS later too!
We filed on to the bridge approach, heard the anthem, the cannon, and Frank Sinatra, and we were off! Even at the starting line it wasn’t as crowded as I expected–I crossed the start line within less than a minute of gun time.
The granular grouping into corrals works really well. I had lined up on the right to get a view off the side of the bridge, but even though the northbound lane was closed, we were all confined to the southbound lane (I guess to allow emergency traffic). So I veered over to the left. The bridge surface was extremely rough and we all had to watch our footing, especially with clothing and food that had been just dropped, or had rolled over from the sides. I hopped up onto the tiny sidewalk for photos of the great view over the river. Taking photos slowed me even further than I expected because of having to get well out of the way of the crowds, and then making my way back into the runners. The first few miles still went fairly quickly – looking at the splits, the second mile was my fastest pace at 10:31.
First of more selfies than I take in a normal year
Crowds on the bridge
Battery Weed
Mid-point of the Verrazano
We had been instructed not to pee on the bridge under pain of removal from the race, but a bunch of guys were using the bridge supports right at the exit.
A rare sight
Our first spectators were gathered as we got off the bridge, solidly lining the street even though the green course is split from the yellow and blue. I got a text from our friend Harold who lives in Bay Ridge, telling me where to find him, so that was my first goal to look forward to, at about mile 3, just before the dogleg back to 4th Avenue. I saw him on the right and my impulse was to stop and chat for a bit but he encouraged me to keep running.
We rejoined the other colors on 4th Avenue but we were on the right and the other colors were on the left; they didn’t actually merge until mile 10.
Runners from the top section of the bridge at left
Hydration stops were a sea of volunteers in green, and they made it very easy to get either water or Gatorade. But running through was treacherous because the street was littered with ground down cups and sticky with residue; there are just too many runners to keep on top of cleaning up.
I relished the huge variety of handmade crowd-support signs, although mostly they repeated a few themes in their own ways. My favorite jokes were:
Long way to go for a free banana
I trained for months to hold up this sign
Pain is just French for bread
Touch here to power up (with lots of different Pokemon logos–and I often did!)
And such a range of runners and spectators! I saw little groups from Sweden, France, and Italy specifically (matching shirts). Tons of music played from boomboxes, bands, DJs, and church choirs. All kinds of food on offer. So many dogs and kids!
Dog before saying hi
Dog after saying hi
My favorite stretch was Lafayette Ave in Brooklyn. It was a combination of beautiful shade trees and architecture – much more residential feeling than 4th Avenue – and a fun hipster vibe. I spotted old favorite buildings and new ones as well:
Williamsburg Savings Bank Tower
The Brooklyn Masonic Temple – wow
Gorgeous terracotta
As the pre-race session warned, the Queensboro bridge was tough in terms of the pavement, incline, and length. But it wasn’t too cold and it was amazing to find there were places where you could exit from the roadway onto the pedestrian path and get a great view over the river. I took a selfie and a volunteer offered to take my photo – he took 3 and they really capture how happy and excited I was to be there, and what a gorgeous day it was.
A kind course official took photos at at cutout on the Queesboro Bridge
Coming off the bridge onto 1st Avenue was the wall of sound and spectators I’d heard about, but even better it was the section that really felt like home turf.
The boost from hearing my name shouted so much was way more than I expected. I would hear “Go Hilary!” and I would grin or say thank you or hi-five and they would shout louder; not just little hits of dopamine but little extended bursts. It was more emotional than I expected to see so many happy people, especially when someone would reach their group of friends and hug.
The dreaded slippery sponge area (mile 17)
I knew Jonathan and my mother would be around 92nd St and I looked forward to it from 59th St. on, so when I was counting down the blocks and scanning the crowd my anticipation rose and rose. It was a moment of pure joy to finally see them. We all teared up and I hugged and kissed them both. I have to say that was the peak moment of the whole marathon, followed by seeing Jonathan again at mile 23–way more emotional than the actual finish.
Still so many people! About mile 19
RFK Bridge from the south side of the Willis Ave Bridge?
Crossing into the Bronx
On the Willis Ave Bridge – 3rd Ave Bridge in the background?
Physically it was an arduous race, and my feet started feeling hot fairly early. I wished I’d had time to re-vaseline them at the start, but decided to do so at mile 20, in the Bronx, which I planned again to think of as the transition between the last training run and the actual marathon. Harold, who was watching my progress and keeping Jonathan updated, later said it looked like I’d taken a nap, because my split for mile 21 was 17 minutes. I grabbed a water, hobbled over to a little fence in front of an apartment building, sat down, and tried to be as quick as I could taking off socks, putting on vaseline, sucking down a gel, swallowing ibuprofen, and drinking water.
Madison Ave Bridge back to Manhattan
Getting back up and running again was painful and I hobbled for at least a quarter of a mile. But knowing I only had 6 miles to go, that I would see Jonathan again, and my friends Nancy and Craig, really helped. Marcus Garvey Park was a good marker but I couldn’t remember exactly where that was and I was missing most of the RunKeeper cues with the sound of the crowd. I saw Nancy and Craig and their daughter and granddaughter, got some hugs; found Jonathan and hugged him again.
I kept thinking we were further along than we were.
Dog’s tocks ahead – my only Central Park photo
Getting to Central Park felt like “almost there” but really wasn’t. I liked the small hills in the park, but when we passed the back of the Met I realized there was a still quite a ways to go since 20 blocks is about a mile, and then we still had to exit the park and go up 59th Street. I was speeding up too soon but kept up the pressure. By the time we got to Columbus Circle I was really feeling the exhaustion but I finished strong. The last 2 mile splits were 11:13 and 10:45 according to the NYRR tracker, for a finish of 5:19:23 (average pace 12:11). Not too far off my predicted time of 5:25!
The post-finish gets its own post; “Mile 27” is a real thing…
The expo/bib pickup spans multiple days at the Javits center. I thought Friday might be a little calmer than Saturday (and it was Bank of America free museums weekend, which I wanted to prioritize). We got in early enough that I could attend the logistics presentation at 1:30, the strategy session at 2, and still have oodles of time to browse all the booths. It was truly overwhelming—a sea of people and a million things to look at.
They very sensibly have a separate area to try on the shirts before you pick up your packet so you can get exactly the right size. I ended up with the women’s small and it’s one of the nicest race shirts I’ve ever gotten! I was late for the logistics presentation because I had so much trouble finding the expo itself and within it the “Running Lab.” You had to make your way through the giant New Balance store, full of everything from the really nice but expensive official gear to useless accessories, and not straight through either—the exit was kind of hidden—then past three lines for photo ops with a giant New Balance logo, a Lady Liberty, and “NYC,” into the maelstrom of the expo.
The “lab” was a corner area with seating and a stage, surrounded by walls covered with blow-ups of the course map, sped-up video of driving through parts of the course (taken from the lead vehicles, I think), hints and tips, etc. Both the logistics and race strategy sessions mostly covered things I already knew from my obsessive reading and research, but there’s something both reassuring and exciting about hearing it from a live person with a giant screen. The strategy sessions (I attended the whole 2pm one and saw part of the 5pm) were led by a pair of coaches breaking down the course sections by borough. Some helpful tips were where it’s tempting to go out too fast (the start, obviously, but also the first section in Brooklyn and the first in Manhattan because they are both full of crowd support, flat, and straight) and where you can think you’re further ahead than you are (mistaking Marcus Garvey Park for Central Park, forgetting that once you do hit Central Park you still have more than 3 miles to go and some of it is uphill). Coach Roberto, one of the 2pm pair, made the great analogy that the last section of the marathon is like a “bad high school reunion,” because you start seeing lots of the same people you started with but they look terrible. The logistics session emphasized getting to the ferry at least 30-45 minutes early (great advice) and pumped me up for the therapy dogs in the start village (which I totally missed, alas). I stopped to pick up a pace wristband and asked one of the pace runners whether I should go aspirational or realistic; I ultimately took both a 5:00 and 5:15.
Our friend Harold met me mid-afternoon and we had a lot of fun exploring all the booths, from the slightly to the very bogus. After finding my name on the giant wall of runners, we started at the Bedgear outpost where there was a crazy cardboard tunnel to walk through that went from warm to cool. I tested a pillow which really did feel like it would stay cool longer (the salesperson assured us that the products are “technology-driven”). But the price? $199!!! The Michelob Ultra booth, which was gigantic, served actual beer (maybe not as terrible as most low-calorie beers, but I avoid them so hard to remember) and had the most confusing messaging: they are about the “future” where beer includes ingredients like cinnamon (?) and coconut oil (???) and is somehow related to running shoes and bicycles? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ We tried a bazillion recovery drinks and energy bars and I actually had a super-upset stomach that night and was really glad I went Friday and not Saturday! Ooh, I was trying to find out the name of the actually-delicious energy cookies and found the marketing materials which say that the expo creates “a forced flow of over 50,000 runners.” Hah. I loved every minute of it, though, and have a zillion stickers and multiple drawstring bags to show for it. It also says that 79% of runners made a purchase and that the median spend is $86. I got off easy: I did buy one thing, Race Dots, which the strategy emphasis of “nothing new on race day!” convinced me not to try until a smaller-scale race (the next one for me is the “Give ‘Em the Bird” turkey trot). I was also super-tempted by Running Buddy and the Illumio jacket.
Marathons and other races from around the world had booths encouraging people to sign up. Harold and I were most interested in the Ottawa Race Weekend; J and I love Ottawa and as I recall Harold hasn’t been. The rep showed us the marathon course which goes along the Ottowa river and Rideau canal. I’ve biked most of it on a visit when I was training for a triathlon and got to stop and swim in the river, which was awesome. Unlike many cities with waterfronts (looking at you, Toronto!), Ottawa was smart enough to protect the whole water edge for public use, and it’s just gorgeous. I also randomly entered the drawing for a bib in the Marathon des Sables, an ultra with a little Burning Man thrown in (you have to carry all your water and food). Then we waited in a long line for a free photo on the cover of Runner’s World, for which I donned the shirt.
Saturday I had signed up for two free events at the NYRR RunCenter: a stretching class at 9:30 and an “inspiring stories” panel at 4. I walked through Central Park, gorgeous in the drizzle, and crossed the tail of the 5K Dash to the Finish. The class was Active Isolated Stretching, which I guess I’ve done some of without knowing what it was, and I discovered that my hips are really tight. I’ve just never been able to stick to any kind of stretching routine, and the instructor was reassuringly understanding and tolerant of that; I think my pseudo-Pilates routine does help, and in general I seem to do fine, so I’m not too worried. From there I went to the Museum of Art and Design, the American Folk Art Museum, and the American Museum of Natural History, before heading back down to the RunCenter. A three-museum day, hurray, but overall I probably walked quite a bit too much (3 miles was what the training schedule called for, and I did at least 7). The panel featured a guy who’s run 90+ marathons and is fundraising for pancreatic cancer, which his wife succumbed to; the founder of Fat Girl’s Guide to Running; and Wilfrin Fernandez-Cruz, a NYRR youth ambassador, along with his mother, and a surprise visit from Mikey Brannigan. It was inspiring as promised! I also used the time to write up my checklist for the morning:
Sunscreen and vaseline everywhere
Hat, bandana, phone fully charged
2 wristbands: for poncho line (they emphasized you absolutely must have it to get your poncho) and 5:15 finish
Week 15 (10/22-28): total ~19 miles (3.1/5.3/7.8/3.1) – posting 10/29/2018
Avg resting HR: 56
Weight: 112 CityStrides coverage of Northampton: 76%
Another taper week ending in a race: the Toasted Owl Gives a Hoot 5K, a costume-and-dogs-and-dogs-in-costumes fundraiser for the local humane society that I just found out about. It was so much fun—the pre-and-post milling around was way more entertaining than most races, seeing all the cute dogs and creative costumes—and I’m so happy with my time! 30:22 with an average pace of 9:46. It makes me feel like a sub-five-hour marathon is totally within reach if I want to go for it.
I’m puzzled to be subjectively doing so much better than in 2015, and when I go back and look at my pre-marathon training runs, my paces are very close. (Even though I didn’t blog, I can see them in RunKeeper and even get the weather from CityStrides; love the quantified self records!) I wasn’t racing though, which means both that I don’t know how fast I would have been, but also that I wasn’t doing any speedwork. Although the strength training I had ambitiously planned on never happened, I did keep up with the Michigans most weeks that I didn’t have a race.
The long run, just shy of eight miles, sure didn’t feel very long. It was cold and rainy, one of the conditions I’ve been fearful of on marathon day, but it was totally fine. It was also my last chance to reach some new streets; I finished 3 more and hit 76% of Northampton. I thought for sure I’d be closer to finishing, but I underestimated how many are outside of a 3-mile radius. It will be a great project to help avoid post-marathon let-down!
Week 14 (10/15-21): total ~26 miles (5/7.9/13.1) – posting 10/24/2018
Avg resting HR: 57
Weight: 113 CityStrides coverage of Northampton: 75%
Long run: Happy Valley Half Marathon. 13.1 miles; avg HR 164; time 2:26:56; average pace 11:13
It’s a taper with some speedwork thrown in—13.1 miles instead of 5 and 8–and wow, I cut four seconds off my previous half-marathon record of 1:27:00 in 2011! Temperature makes all the difference (I don’t remember the Binghamton Bridge Run that well, but it was mid-May so it probably was above the 40s), but I’m almost a decade older so I am super-happy. Plus I stopped to take pictures!
Each time I’ve trained for a marathon I’ve had a physical issue crop up, so it’s not really a surprise. The first one featured right thigh pain from running on the left side of cambered roads, plus toe issues from shoes that were too small. In 2015, when I was using FiveFingers 100% of the time, I developed pain in the tops of my feet—both, I think? this is why I wish I had blogged it—and figured out it was extensor tendinitis (seems like it should be spelled tendOnitis, which apparently is also correct but not medically preferred? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ). It comes from not touching my heels down enough when forefoot striking, affecting the smaller toes/outside of the foot. I adjusted my running and it went away. This time it cropped up again, just in the right foot, and much more severely.
It doesn’t hurt when I run so I didn’t take it seriously enough at first—just a little nagging pain when walking, especially in the morning. But in the past couple of weeks it got worse. Then it started hurting more in the evenings, especially last Sunday after the 19 miler. I soaked my foot in cold water, took an ibuprofen, and wore compression socks. Monday it still hurt, a burning aching pain, and I did more intensive research. Because I’ve been using regular shoes (it’s going to be too cold for FiveFingers, especially because the circulation in my feet isn’t great), I got concerned that it might be a stress fracture instead, which has similar symptoms but which is much more serious and requires that you stop running. I read everything I could find and reassured myself that it must be tendinitis because it didn’t hurt while running or jumping. During my 5 and 8 mile runs this week I focused on touching my heels down, and it’s totally better now. Even if I re-aggravate it doing the half-marathon on Sunday (a combo of the second 5 mile and 8 mile “long” run I’m supposed to do as part of the taper), I’ll still have a full 2 weeks of taper to fix it again. Overall I’m feeling really, really good! I’ve been slathering my feet with vaseline and barely have any blistering. New York here I come!
Edited to add: I picked up my swag bag for the Happy Valley Half and there’s a sample of KT tape, which this blogger tried and said it helped. Weirdly, the embedded video shows one tape application technique and its updated version a different one. My tendency is to hoard these samples for “future use,” which results in clutter and often in them going bad/drying up/etc. This time I’m going to use it right now!
Edited to add KT Tape results: I think it helped? Hard to tell for sure, but I wore the tape for the day before and the day after my 19-mile run, and no pain. After taking it off, I did have a recurrence, which went away after the next run where I told myself to touch my heels down.
Another big catch-up post (finished 10/13). Blogging has taken a back seat for a few reasons. The training isn’t a novelty this time and it’s far from the only thing I have to focus on. It’s going very smoothly; in fact one of the things I love about marathon training is what a huge task it seems under normal circumstances (long run = 5 miles) versus how manageable it feels when it’s underway. The actual running and prep is very time-consuming, but I don’t need to think much about it in between. For my first marathon it was top-of-mind all the time, from obsessive re-reading of NRMT to fantasizing/worrying to research, whereas now I have so much else going on (2 jobs, school, family commitments, multiple book groups, etc.) that the training is almost on auto-pilot. Maybe when I start tapering I’ll be able to do the posts I’d planned on fuel, shoes, CityStrides, and weight, but we’ll see. So just a few notes and some pictures once again!
