Heading to the start |
The alarm sounded – it was dark
outside, that’s because it was 3:10am! The day was finally here, the day of the
San Francisco Marathon! We ate our porridge pots (brought over from England)
and tried for a few more minutes of sleep before setting off from our hotel for
the 5:30am start!
Despite the early start I felt
awake and raring to go – I think finally all the months of training were about
to become a reality and I couldn’t wait to get started! Dan and I arrived in
good time at the start, which meant we could drop off our bags and get to a
queue free portaloo! A first for me at a marathon!! After dropping Dan’s kit off we
said our goodbyes and wished each other luck. I was starting in Wave 1 at 5:32
(2 minutes after the elites) and Dan was in Wave 2 for his half marathon which
started 10 minutes later. I got to my pen nice and early, and was having a chat
with a few friendly Americans while we waited for the customary National Anthem
and announcements. At 5:30am the elites were off. My heart was pounding, only 2
minutes to go – this was it!! I’d managed to get myself right to the front of
the wave, so when the gun went I was on an open road! What struck me in the
first few miles on this marathon was the peace and quiet. In London and Paris
there is noise and hustle right from the start! Here, it wasn’t even light yet,
there were a few supporters (but not many), and all the runners around me were
‘in the zone’. It was actually a really nice way to start a marathon, alone
with your own thoughts, and preparing for what was to lie ahead.
There was a water station at the
end of the bridge before looping back to get back across. I was on 8 miles at
this point and suddenly realised I’d forgotten to take my first energy gel!
There had been too many amazing distractions. I started taking the first of my
gels and continued round to get back on the bridge. I wondered whether I might be
able to see Dan on the way back, so positioned myself to the left so I could
see the oncoming runners. Dan had had the same thought. Just as I was reaching
the crest of the bridge I saw a waving hand and smiling face, followed by
‘Jo!’. We gave eachother a wave and a smile and carried on. Dan was looking
relaxed there I thought and I was happy thinking he’d surely be on for the PB
he was after! After coming off the bridge I looked at my watch. I was aiming
for an average pace of 7:20/mile which would bring me in under 3:15. I was just
under this and felt good, so I was pleased with how this was going!
On leaving the bridge I thought there might be some downhill to come. I was wrong. We turned to the right and headed up the steepest climb so far. The 3:15 pacer and his followers came storming past me at this point. According to my watch they were going too fast, so I let them go. I made the right decision as caught them on the downhill which followed. But I was aware that this had been a steep climb and that the legs were feeling this one more! The course was approaching the Golden Gate Park – the finish area for the half marathon. As we entered the park; the half marathon and marathon runners split. Not long I thought, till Dan makes his way to the finish line. I was willing him on in my mind. As I went past the half finish line, I felt a surge of energy. Half way I told myself, and still feeling good – here we go! I took a gel, swig of water and carried on. However, a few miles later, this burst of energy disappeared. These miles were a gradual uphill and I was starting to feel it. The 3:15 pacer went past me again. However, this time I knew he was going at the right pace, and it was me who was slowing down. I watched the little sign he was holding saying ‘3:15’ disappear off round the corner. Had I gone off too fast in the earlier miles? Had I not controlled it up the hills? I had 10 miles to go and I felt rough – this was not a good sign. However, if there is one thing marathon training and racing in general has taught me, is that just because you feel rubbish at one point in the run, doesn’t mean that won’t change later on! I was telling myself that I’d done all that training and that I was stronger than that, and to just keep to my pace as best as I could!! Another gel later, and a bit more water, the feeling went, and once again I started to feel back in control.
We headed out of the park and
into Downtown San Francisco. There was very little flat in this part of the
course, just uphills followed by downhills. In many ways, I think I preferred
this. I would push on the uphills knowing that there was a downhill coming and
then relax into it. My watch was still giving me an average pace that would get
me in for 3:15, but I’d become increasingly aware that my watch was not
matching up with the mile markers, and my watch was 400m ahead. I knew
therefore, that I could add on a couple of minutes to the time my watch was
predicting me. I went through 24 miles in 3 hours according to the watch. All
my miles had been under 8 minutes up until that point and I knew I could run
another 2.2 at that pace, which would bring me in around the time I wanted.
Despite being in a fair bit of pain at this point (some of the steep downhills
had really taken it out of my quads!), I was thinking how strong I felt at this
point in the race compared to previous marathons. Never in a marathon had I made it to 24 miles without a
significant drop in pace. I knew 3:15 was going to be slightly out of reach,
but my back up plan was sub 3:20, so I re-focused on this and pushed on! Knowing my family and friends were following me on the tracking device really helped me keep the pace!
The sun was starting to shine
quite strongly now, and I was thinking a hat and sunglasses would be good at
this point. I could see the SF Giants baseball stadium ahead, another
spectacular sight! And then behind it, the Bay Bridge!! The finish line was
under this – not far to go!! As all other marathon runners will relate to, the
last few miles are just a matter of survival. Putting one foot in front of the
other and willing the finish line to be there! I don’t remember a whole lot of
detail!! The last 400m are a total daze.
Dan had made it back from his half marathon race and was on the side lines
cheering me on. Unfortunately in my marathon-induced state I didn’t see or hear
him at this stage, but am so happy that he was there to share the moment.
I crossed the finish line in an
official time of 3hr18.08. I instantly felt lightheaded and made my way through
the various finish stands, collecting a medal, photo, bottle of water etc… I
could see Dan stood at the end and I made my way over. We gave each other a
massive hug. He told me my time and that he’d smashed his PB too (1hr44.18) –
we’d done it!! Four months of preparation and
here we were stood at the finish line in San Francisco having both achieved our
goals!
One of the best days of my life!! And it wasn’t even 9am!!!
Crossing the finish line |