Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Event Horizon: 'Do You See the Beast?'
Sixteen days. Nine runs. Three track sessions. Two tempos. Two longs. Two easy. One race on the horizon. I have the marathon in my sights.
Yesterday, I received confirmation of my Akron Marathon registration. Today, I got a personal e-mail from Jim Barnett, the race director, who thanked me for my registration, told me how totally awesome I am and said, "I look forward to shaking your hand again at the finish line." No joke.
After the Buckeye Half Marathon on Sunday, McMillan has assured me that logging a sub-four at Akron should present no significant problem. I'm ready to shoot this beast in the ass.
The New Cure
Last night, I eradicated the lactic acid built up in my legs from Sunday's race. Seven miles at an easy pace (but faster than anticipated) felt comfortable. The leg twinged a few times, but feels better than it did before the race. So, if you are feeling injured, just sign up for a race and you'll be fine.
Forget R.I.C.E. therapy, Dr. Viper says, Race for the cure.
I don't think that slogan has been taken.
Building on my recent goal-achieving success, I have been thinking about how to pace myself for the marathon. Last year, I tried to stay ahead of the four-hour pace group, but they passed me somewhere after the halfway mark and I fell to a 4:26:48 finish, my current PR.
McMillan says my 1:49:09 half marathon means I should be able to hold an 8:48 mile pace for a 3:50:12 finish. My goal was only to come in under four hours. But do I base my pacing strategy on the four-hour goal and try to surge at the end? Or do I attempt to hold on at a faster pace for the whole race? Or perhaps should I tie a bottle of Laphroaig to a stick and chase it like a donkey chasing a carrot?
[Drunkard's update: New donkey photo features Laphroaig! In addition to reading my blog, Sarah also apparently reads my mind, as I had a team of experts working on the above image before she made the comment below. I'm considering getting this image screen-printed onto a running shirt. Cheers!]