RACE REPORT: The 2009 ING New York City Marathon
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2009 ING NEW YORK CITY MARATHON
RACE REPORT
When I started running again in 2004 (oh no, this is going to be long, isn't it?), I always dreamed of being faster then when I was young. I knew this was not possible at the time. After all, who in their right mind thinks that they could be faster in their middle age then when they were an overactive teenager, right?
My goal was to run a marathon again. I signed up in late of 2003, and entered in the lottery in 2004, but was rejected. So I did what was expected and ran in 9 or more races to gain automatic acceptance to the following year's (2005) NYC Marathon.
I did not know what to expect other than hoping to finish. When I did finish my first marathon in 19 years, back in 2005, and did so in 4 hours and 34 minutes, I was amazed that I came so close to what I did in 1984 when I was 19.
So I trained extremely hard the next year, trying to make sure I wouldn't break my leg again. Everything was going great, until I overdid it with a month to go and tore my right calf muscle. It was devastating. The doctor strongly urged me not to run, but against sane advice, I ran anyway. Luckily enough I finished, but with my second worst time ever (second to 1986, when I even stopped for a slice of pizza on first avenue).
I learned from my mistakes as an "amateur", and went back for some more torture in 2007. However this time, I was smart. And despite the cramping that had me stop and go from the moment I crossed over the Queensboro Bridge, I hung in there and refused to quit. My 4:20 time was my second best time ever. And I was 42 years old by then.
Last year I was on a mission. Having twice broken my personal best at the half-marathon, and getting amazing results at the 5k, 5miler and 10k, I was primed and ready for an all out assault. And sure enough, I started off in a blaze. By the time I had finished my first 18 miles, I still had a full 77 minutes to do 8 miles.
Once I had believed that I would break 4 hours. I was 20 years old then and full of naivete. I had left behind those foolish thoughts when I started running again at the age of 39. But with all the continual improvements, here I was, within grasp of my dream to break the barrier that seemed impossible to reach.
And last year I was really smart. The salt packets helped. The Endurolyte pills helped too. And yet, it was not enough. At the 21 mile mark, my body completely broke down. My muscles were spasming involuntarily, locking up continuously. With each mile marker came a swiss quartz digital clock, showing me the elapsed time. And with each clock, the read-out became more and more dire. I had passed Marcus Garvey Park in Harlem, but with less than 4 miles to go, the sub-4 barrier had slipped away from my grasp. So close, and so much effort, but no reward.
Last year's Marathon was bittersweet however. Bitter in that I did not achieve my much blog-hyped objective of breaking 4 hours, but sweet in that I still managed to break my personal record for a marathon of 4:09:47 with a 4:08:19. I was proud at my achievement, and even got my medal engraved.
But we weren't of course. Since June of 2007, it wasn't really about the miles I logged, but how I logged them. 2 runs of 20 miles or more, and another 3 of 18 miles. 4 cycling rides of 30 miles or more, and a triathlon to top it off. Progression was no longer the recipe. It was a mandate.
The results of the prescription was obvious. Personal Record for the 1 mile race in September. Personal Record for the Half-Marathon in early October, and then Personal Record again for the Half-Marathon, in mid-October. The last 3 races? All Personal Bests.









While at the podium he described how debilitating it was for him during his hip recovery process. "At one point, it took all I had just to crawl on all fours like an infant." Then later added with a tear in his eye about his friend Ryan, and how he didn't know what fate had in store for him this Sunday, but that he would do his best.
Personally, the night was a great success. Meb and Eamonn are two on my running hero list. The food was surprisingly top notch, and the videos about Meb and the NYAC was excellent. I even loved the speech given by a NYAC local; "What a cruel race the New York City Marathon is. You think the Queensboro Bridge is really tough, and you're right, because it's all uphill. But then you go up First Avenue, and say, 'Hey! This is my neighborhood. But it's uphill. And then after the bridges, you come back to Fifth Avenue, and it's uphill again!" At one point Karen wanted to ask Meb how much sleep he gets everynight, but we never got a chance to ask him the question. "Hey Meb? What time to do you go to Beb?" HAH!
All of that would be remembered and used wisely by me during race day Sunday.






My running number was 14325. As another measurement of achievement, I usually like to place better than my running number. Last year I placed, 15558th.




By the time I did my business, Karen who was minding our stuff, now had to go. The time was already 8:45 in the morning. I kissed her goodbye, and took my bag to get checked in.



Once in the corral, it was almost scary seeing the reactions of those who did not make it. Many complained, and some were screaming to get in, nearly coming to blows with the volunteers. Of all the volunteer work, the corral volunteers have to have the most thankless job hands down. One guy, looked like he was in his late 40's, yelled over and over.
"Porque lo cerrastes? Why are they all closed? PENDEJO! PENDEJO-O-O-O!!!!"
You could see his spit flying through the gaps of his teeth, landing on the volunteer's orange jacket. I don't know about you, but in my eyes, and in the eyes of a New York City Police officer, that's assault. No?
As the corral started to move towards the bridge, people who did not make the corral were getting more and more desperate. By the time we passed by the last in-corral port-o-sans, I started noticing the seemingly impenetrable 7 foot high fences erected to keep those in the corrals from those who did not make the corrals. It looked like a scene right out of Stalag 17.
And then the jumpers came. The race featured runners from every country imaginable. The statistics were mindless. Runners from over 100 countries represented. The New York City Marathon is like no other. It has an olympic feel to it. Especially if you are into high-jumping....
Runners who were deeply upset by not making it into the corral on time, began scaling the 7 foot metal monstrosity and jumping over. "Thud", "Thud" and more "Thud", they kept jumping over. The volunteers did all they could to flag those who were crazy enough to put their health in danger just to take off with our wave (wave 1), and kick them back out. But by the time were were nearly at the end, there were at least 3 or 4 people that got away with it.
We got to the bridge and minutes away from the take off, Mike Bloomberg took the mic. "The world's greatest race, in the world's greatest city, with the best marathon weather possible. Could you ask for anything more?" Then Mary Wittenberg, President of the NYRR, took the mic herself; "Are you ready to run?"
And with that, the cannon went off. We were finally on our way...





(and for my father who is reading this....hahaha...that's what you get for writing your comment to me about making sure this blog post would be short and sweet...now keep reading!)
As the race was about to begin, the overwhelming feelings were all around me. Bill Rodgers, former champion said it best one time; "The starting line of the New York City Marathon is kind of like a giant time bomb behind you about to go off. It is the most spectacular start in all of sports." At the sound of the cannon, I turned on my Philips Go-Mix MP3 player and hit shuffle. The first song of the marathon to play was Rainbow's, "Street of Dreams". Indeed.


This was by far my greatest running innovation yet. It helped me a lot last year, and was absolutely essential this year (along with my Garmin 310XT watch too, that is!)

The problem with the mile splits that Garmin gives then, is that it's based on true distance and not marker distance. So, with that said, my Garmin alerted me that I had just finished a mile...about 80 feet from the actual 1 mile marker. A difference of about 5 seconds. Now this might not mean a big deal, but do this over 26 miles and the difference becomes very noticeable. And race directors don't care if you finished 26.2 miles somewhere on the East Side of Central Park. The finish line is wherever the finish line is (deep).
To combat this issue, I devised a program in Excel that takes all of the Mile split times from the Garmin and breaks them up into chunks. Let's say you ran 26.5 miles in 26.2 mile race. That means you ran .3 over the distance. Your first mile may have been done in 8 minutes flat, but did you really do 1 mile? No! The program will take the overage, divide it into the interval (miles) and assess the pace from the proceeding mile split to tack on to the previous mile that is lacking. If you don't understand any of this, don't worry. In fact, I'm not even going to tell you anymore, because you may fall asleep on the keyboard and if you drool, you may electrocute yourself, and I don't want to personally be responsible for your untimely death due to my breakthrough on measuring splits accurately. I will just tell you that it works and that's all!
As we all began to run, I noticed that I was only about 100 rows deep from the starting line. And that's in the 1st wave!

I completed my first mile in 8:35 seconds. It was the first time I ever ran on the top level of the bridge. So cool. Also, it was really interesting hearing the thunderous slapping of sneakers on the wood planks that protected the runners from stepping on metal bridge seams. It's these little odd things (along with the bouncing up and down of the bridge) that you never forget. Something else from this year that I will never forget...This tall lanky fella, looked like he was European. The guy fell flat on his face. Either he was stepping off the raised curb on the left hand side or getting on it, but either way....PLAPH!!! I don't think I've ever seen a person land on his face first. The surrounding crowd went "Ohh" and "Noo!" and a couple of people near him stopped for a moment to help him.
What goes up must come down. I went up the VZ bridge in 8:35, and wailed going down it in 7:39.



I took my first GU-Roctane gel pack at approximately 30 minutes. I had a chock full of goodies in the belt bag too. Ummm..let's see....7 GU gel packs, 2 Advils, 15 Endurolyte capsules, and about 20 packets of salt (like the kind you see at a McDonald's).

I also checked my right sneaker to make sure the laces were double knotted. It seemed snug enough, but the lace was flip flopping a lot. They were okay as it turned out. I lost maybe 3-5 seconds at worst. Regarding my footwear, I had purchased a pair of Adrenaline's by Brooks, but opted instead to go with my Brooks Infinity 2 shoes instead. Why? I wasn't convinced that the Adrenaline's were broken in enough, and the Infiniti's were responsible for giving me a personal record in my last 3 races. Nuff said.


The weather was beautiful. No sun. Little wind, and low in the 50's. There was a lot of commotion along 4th Avenue, but I kept pace with myself.


This may have been the first marathon I've run in where I had no obvious injuries. Amazing. As I got to the church on 4th Avenue, I would hear what is perennially the loudest crowd anywhere on the course. I told my co-worker Bobby, that the people in his neighborhood are so loud, that it almost sounded like someone being murdered.
"What makes you think they weren't? was his response.



One of the most amazing things about this particular race is that you don't even feel like you are running. You feel like you are in a parade, and everyone is cheering you on. I can't tell you how many strangers were so graceful enough to cheer my name out. You kinda don't want to get lost in those positive emotions so early on in the race, but you kinda do too. It's hard to explain.



I took my first 3 Endurolyte capsules. Endurlyte is a specially-blended formula consisting of Sodium, Chloride, Calcium, Magnesium, Potassium, Vitamin B-6, Manganese, L-Tyrosine, and Anabolic Steroids. Just joking about the steroids. Wanted to see if you actually read the whole thing, haha!








I had managed to do such a good job at shutting out the crowds that I probably missed a lot of photo opportunities, as I rarely held my head up to look around for much other than the water stations.









With 10 miles to go, I'm going up 1st Avenue. Before long I am on 77th and I've just passed the 17 mile mark. All is going well thus far. I've been taking a salt packet here, and an Endurolyte there. I also took my Advil, to alleviate any possible inflammation.



I had hoped this would not be the beginning of the same usual shit I have to deal with every year.






You're kidding me, right???
I ran back onto 138th Street and saw a medical tent there. It was the same that made me wipe out a couple of years back when I tried to jump the curb but was too tired and landed on a slippery spot. I yelled "salt" several times, and the lady finally walked me into the med tent.
She could not find salt! Finally she did, but I must have wasted like 30 seconds. I did get about 10 packs, perfect to compliment the few I had left. I left the tent and continued onward towards the Madison Avenue Bridge.
The best part about crossing the Mile 21 marker is that it means I have crossed south on the Madison Avenue Bridge and have left the Bronx. Wahhhoooooo!!!
An hour to finish 5.2 miles. All I had to do now was to average slightly less than 12 minutes a mile. Seems easy right? Yet I had a similar situation last year, where after Mile 21 everything went to hell. "Take nothing for granted. This isn't over yet.", I kept telling myself.


Fortunately, no cramps on the calves. This has to have something to do with the Zensah calf compression sleeves that I was wearing. Finally. Clothing to help keep my muscles under control.







Soon enough, there I was passing Fred Lebow's statue on my left, with the Guggenheim Museum just a little bit further down and behind me. A few hundred yards later I cross the 24th mile marker. At this point, there would no longer be any question as to whether or not I would break the 4 hour barrier that has eluded me since 1984. I had nearly a half-hour to do 2.2 miles. A 14 minute per mile pace would achieve that, and I can just about walk that speed.








FINAL STATISTICS:
Weather: 50-57 degrees. Overcast. 70% humidity.
OVERALL: 11493 out of 43475 - top 26.4% - Best overall finish for a marathon ever.
GENDER: 9394 out of 28178 - top 33.3% - Best overall gender finish for a marathon ever.
AGE GROUP: 2037 out of 5522 - top 36.9% - Best overall age group finish for a marathon ever.
TIME: 3 hours, 51 minutes, 45 seconds. - Best Marathon Time ever (beat previous record by 16 minutes & 33 seconds)
PACE: 8:50



After I got my medal I began my journey up to the UPS truck to get my stuff, and then out onto 85th street and Central Park West...
It was a great race and I can't wait until next year's run.
But wait! Whatever happened to Karen?
Here she comes-a-charging down Central Park Drive East.

Make no mistake about it, she's driven to finish!



Now...
Is This....
THE END?
No. Not the end. Where most runner's blog about the marathon would end here. I have (potentially-depending on your point of view) a bigger piece of news.
About a month ago, I decided that I was going to propose to Karen. We love each other, and after you reach a certain age, it really doesn't take all that long to know if you can see yourself with a person for the rest of your life or not. Cynics most certainly say things like "If you're not going to have kids, why even marry?" or "Even if you did want kids, what's the point? You've been married twice already? What makes you think this one's going to be right?"
There are so many other things that people say to one another along this topic, that I could be here forever (even longer than this blog, if you could believe it). Bottom line is that I love Karen, just like her and I have a love for the sport of running.
It occurred to me awhile ago that if things stayed on course, then why not propose to her at the finish line of the NYC marathon. The wheels were turning. First thing I did, was to shoot off an email to none other than Mary Wittenberg, the CEO/President of the New York Road Runner's Club, the same club that founded and organizes the NYC Marathon. Surprisingly, I received a warm and prompt response from her acknowledging my desires, and pledging her team's support to help me achieve this dream.
I'd been back 'n' forth with NYRR for about a month. The logistics to propose at the finish line was a nightmare. Karen and I left in different waves, and we both had different times to finish. How then, was I going to find her at the finish line? How was I supposed to ensure that I could even stay by the finish line? I could have taken my iPhone with the Athlete Alert app to inform me about her location, but that was not reliable enough. How was I going to run 26.2 miles with a diamond ring in my shorts? I tried many things, but it all added up to anxiety & uncertainty. And those are the two LAST emotions you ever want while running a marathon.
To elevate this further; IMG Media contacted me. They are the production crew responsible for bringing the race to NBC television. I was advised that we were going to be placed on a VIP bus, and taken to the VIP tent, and assure that both Karen and I were going to start from the same corral. However, the idea fell flat, when they realized that Karen was not going to be able to finish the race before the media coverage ended. Oh, well. Not a biggie.
So. What did I do then?
The day before the race, and on Halloween, Karen and I went for one last training run prior to the marathon together. We were going to enter the park, as we usually do - from 96th and the East Side, but this time run in a clockwise fashion. And in the spirit of the Marathon, we even exited the park, to run along Central Park South, before re-entering in Columbus Circle.
As soon as we entered the park, I had realized that I had left my viking hat at home. I had wanted to wear this since it was Halloween. No big deal though, right? Then Karen had asked me if I had put money in the meter. That was a big deal.
I ran as fast as I could out of the park, and back to her apartment. But by the time I could see the car in sight, I already saw a ticket. Damn! My first one since dating Karen. I went upstairs got money anyway (and my viking helmet) and back out to feed the meter for an hour, enough to run to Tavern On The Green and back again.
Karen was back at the car and felt bad for me. We went back into the park, and started running.
The run was great. Mostly everybody was running in the opposite direction. They were looking, smiling and laughing at me. At one point, Karen had to go to the bathroom at the "Boathouse". As I waited for her, several tourist snapped up pictures of me. I was a sensation!
Karen came back out and we progressed to the finish line. As we got close, she took my hand and we both crossed it (sort of) with our hands clasped together, held high over our heads.
Then as she was beginning to pull away, I held onto it. She looked at me kind of odd, and then I began telling her how lucky I was that when I had that bike accident a few months back, that I only mangled one knee. When she asked why I said that, I told her "So that I can get down on the other knee." And from there I pulled out the wedding ring that I spent many agonizing hours trying to get, and proposed to her.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" was her response, followed by "a thousand times Yes!"




We haven't set a wedding date yet. That will probably come after we move into the 2 bedroom apartment together.
Okay. Now this blogpost is officially done. :-)
6 comments:
This was your best blog ever!
Just kidding. Waiting for it soon, without too many details, but a lot of meat without fat.
Whoa Alex! What an awesome result! Can't wait to read all about it. Do post some photos too!
BTW, I've moved my blog to www.jamiepang.com.
Very long but very interesting! You are forgiven because the way you described the race put me in it too, although I ran it in probably 10 hours. The proposal part very touchy...I used about two boxes of Kleenex.Seriously, very sweet in contrast with all the salt I had to ingest too in order to avoid cramps in my eyes.
Congratulations, and although you are an old man now (couldn't resist)I am still proud of your feat (To read feat not feet!). Well done, but mainly great preparation and perseverence. It says a lot about your will power, (just like your father, of course.
OK. I have to close now, the ambulance is waiting outside to treat me from reading exhaustion. Next time I will probably plan this better and book a trip to Bahamas, right after your blog.
C O N G R A T U L A T I O N S!!!!!
Now that's what I call a REPORT!
Your photos bring back many wonderful memories.
Well done again Alex and many congratulations to you and Karen!
Yay!! Congratulations on your time AND......congrats to you and Karen on your engagement!!!!! Now it's party time!! whoooo hoooo!!
wow great race report
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