HB’s Sydney Marathon Race Recap
Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday dear Braaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaddddd, Happy birthday to me…
Then something happened whilst on the Bridge, the crowds spread out and it was free running. My planned play book went out the window and I started running to find a pace that challenged me. I was soon in front of the 3.30 pacers and ran a sub 4min fourth kilometre.
Oops, silly boy that will hurt later.
For the next 6 kilometres I was having a total blast, talking to people, joking, waving at the cameras and wondering if a sub 3 hour time was possible. Very silly boy I kept saying to myself as I ran past the 3.15 pacer heading up Macquarie Street. And then we hit the wonderful Domain Precinct and Mrs Macquarie’s Chair. The view is glorious and the pace feels amazing and I can’t stop myself running constant sub 4.30 kilometres.
Where is the pain? Why is this so much fun? Why is that guy in front breathing so hard? Maybe I should stop chatting and singing? Am I annoying people?
Oops again…that wasn’t the plan.
I was feeling muscle fatigue for the first time and started to slow down dramatically. I had my first calf cramp happen at this time and these spasms continued for the remainder of the run, usually proceeded by me shouting “oh fuck”. Soon enough the 3.15 pacers had caught up and I struggled to stay with them as we headed back towards Circular Quay. Mentally I was in an angry place now, I could not believe how cruel the organisers had been to make us literally run past the finish line when there was still another 10 kilometres left. They call it the wall and I have never experienced it before. It wasn’t a physical sensation like being ill, it was a mental dismantling of my ego and I was unable for most of the last ten kilometres to regain the happiness that I had felt for the first half of the run.
I was seeing more and more people who had been in front of me in the 3hour group dropping into walks and hobbles but at the same time I hit the lows of embarrassment as a speed walker overtook me. I was down to averaging 6.05 kilometres, some 90 seconds a click slower than the first half. Ouch I want this to be over. Another person from the early 3.30 crowd went by and another.
My brain was now recalculating and analysing the energy I wasted going out hard so early. Silly boy.
My highest placing during the course of the race was 177 (first 21km) and my eventual place was 508th overall, 454th Male and 77th 40-44 year old.
Apparently this is fast enough to qualify in my age group for Boston.
- Crowd atmosphere,
- Sydney scenery,
- Completing an official marathon,
- Ho ITB flare up,
- hugging Sarah after she finished,
- Having a memorable birthday.
- Letting my ego rather than science dictate the run.
- Two months of ITB issues that stopped me building up to the capacity I had planned to have.
- And stupidly being disappointed with my time despite it being a PB for the distance by 15 minutes.