How do you come up with the idea to run a 1/2 Marathon
after having picked up a little bit of running for a couple of months
in order to get back in some sort of shape?
Well, for those of you who know me it doesn't take much....in this
case having lunch with a colleague was more then enough.
The conversation went something like this:
"So Mikael, are you still running"
"Yeah, I try to get out a couple of times a week, it feels
pretty good, I usually run something like 4-5 miles"
"The San Francisco Marathon is in a week and a half, do you
want to run the 1/2 Marathon together?"
"Sounds like fun, is there a website or something?"
(after all I need to at least figure out how long a 1/2 Marathon
is....)
"Sure, http://runsfm.com
"
And that was pretty much it, the next day I had signed up (I can
reveal that google educated me that 1/2 a Marathon is 13.1miles
or 21.1km)
A couple of days later (the weekend before the race) I went out
for the longest run since -98, 9miles (15k), felt actually pretty
good - now I felt good, another 4 miles (6k) shouldn't be a problem.
And after all, all I wanted to do was to participate and finish.....So
the Sanfrancisco Marathon, which by the way is ranked one of the
nicest (but toughest) Marathons starts, for some reason that I can't
figure out, between 5 and 6am in the morning. I mean it can't be
to beat the heat since the summer in the city provides perfect running
weather all day (low 60's or around 15 degrees).
This means getting up well before the rooster gets up ( direct translation
of a Swedish expression), and yes, my colleagues still have a hard
time figuring out my directly translated "sayings" (talking
about the troll/när man pratar om trollen, he who lives will
see/den som lever får se etc.), so I got a hotel room a couple
of blocks from the start and headed in to the city late Saturday
night.
2 alarm clocks and a wake up call all went off at pretty much the
same time the next morning - at 4am, wow that's early.
A couple of cups of coffee, a banana, some Gatorade and a couple
of power bars later I was ready to head down to meet my colleague
at the starting line. I must have picked a way, from my hotel, different
from anyone else with the same agenda for the day because the only
company I saw on my way down from the Marriott on 2nd street was
people living on the street, having just waked up. "Ya have
a dime to spare?" - "Yeah, sure, let me see, no sorry,
didn't bring any dimes to the Marathon...."Anyway, we got off
to a great start catching the tail end of group (or wave as the
call it) 3, setting the pace just around 5:15min/km (or 8:30min/mile)Wow,
what a feeling running along embarcadero, Fisherman's Warf, the
Marina towards the Golden gate bridge with thousands and thousands
of people. Truly inspiring, the first 8km (5miles) felt like they
just flew by - "great, now I'm warmed up, this feels great"
Take a look here
to see a map of the race.The first part of the course is pretty
flat and I was making really good time but right before the 5mile
(8k) marker it was time to start a pretty long climb, from sea level
up and over the Golden Gate bridge. It's about a 80meter elevation
in a little over a mile (1.6k), now I can really start feeling my
legs but I still feel pretty good even though the pace has dropped
significantly.
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They had closed off all but 2 lanes on the bridge, it was a great
feeling to run across and then back.
When I got back to the bottom of the bridge (on the San Francisco
side) my GPS showed 15k (9miles) at just over 1hour 20min - wow,
I'm flying (everything is relative but for me this was much better
then expected), but that's when the really tough part of the race
started for me.
The next 2miles (3k) was basically a very long uphill portion followed
by a very long downhill one.
At 11 miles (18k) I was starting to feel a little beat for the first
time, I was starting to quickly eat into the time buffer I had worked
up (my goal was to finish in under 2 hours).
The last 2miles (3k) was pretty much just uphill and now I'm really
having to dig deep to keep the tempo at a reasonable pace. We were
zig-zagging up and down streets near the Golden Gate park and every
corner I turned I wished for flat or downhill - that didn't happen
though...
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