Vermont City Marathon Race Report
|May 31, 2012||Posted by Emily under Uncategorized|
In the spirit of teaming up with the world’s slowest race recapper ever on our Totally Trials app, (no seriously, one month for the fifth part of a relay, Sar? Impressive, even for you), my Vermont City Marathon race report got delayed a few days. But, by my count, four is still about 27 less than a month, so, all things considered not so bad. Enjoy:
Marathon #15 is in the books.
Contrary to what my hand gestures would indicate, I did not, in fact, run marathon #51…clearly I am better at marathoning than I am at understanding the science of photography.
As much as I am a little head over heels for racing…okay, a lot head over heels for racing…earlier in the week before the race, I really did not think I would be toeing the line to run the Vermont City Marathon on Sunday morning. Last week’s ultra left me fatigued. Fatigued in that delicious, I had a killer race kind of way, but most definitely still fatigued. I had a hard time believing I could run a marathon a mere week later as I slogged my way through each post-50k recovery mile.
But if there was one thing I realized I needed to work on after my first ultra, it was time on my feet. (Okay, huge lie, there was no ONE thing, there were several things, including, but not limited to: trail agility, irrational reptile fear, and hillz, but ONE of the several things most definitely was time on my feet). I’ve heard from reliable sources, that my fitness seemed strong for almost the entire 50k race…until the last few miles. This makes sense considering the longest training runs I do clock in at about 3 hours. I think the last time I ran for over four hours was in the ironman last summer, and that was not so much “running” as shuffling upright with a side of sick.
So, I approached VCM with the mentality that the race would be a super solid training run and a great opportunity to work on both running on tired legs and the whole time on my feet thing.
Team Halnon: A Vision in Hot Pink and Black.
This race doesn’t really need a mile by mile report. It didn’t feel like my race. I was out there to help my brother PR and help my mom post a strong time for her third half marathon in the last six weeks (no, the apple does not fall far from the tree) and most importantly, to have fun with my family of runners.
So instead, here are some of the highlights from the day:
Jameson knocked out a big fat half marathon PR.
6 minutes fat for a 1:47.
Killer running, Jamo.
The kid decided he didn’t want to know our pace the whole time we were running, which was good, because I had no interest in sharing it with him.
We were crushing some sub 8 minute miles at the end and I could tell he was eager to be done. Filling him in on our speedy finish would have just prompted him to request to slow down. And again, I had no interest in letting him do that. He pushed through some fatigue, slaughtered a few hills, and finished strong.
Andrea brought the team in solidly under 4 hours with a fast second half
I learned a few things about pacing, and my lack of good pacing skills, when I ran the second half with Andrea.
Me: “Alright mom, I’m charging you with making sure I don’t break my streak of never running a 4+ hour marathon after first dipping below the threshold three years ago. Keep up this pace and it’s a done deal.”
My mother: “Go ahead, you can run faster.”
Me (rolling eyes.): “NOT the point mom. I don’t actually care. I am not going to run ahead.”
Mom: “OH, was that supposed to be motivating?”
Marathons are for huggers.
What I lacked in half marathon pacing skills, I made up for in good daughter points
My mom got super pumped when we realized that this was the first time we’ve ever run every mile of a race together. While we’ve participated in the same race events on several occasions (like, probably 50+), we’ve never actually run a course together.
She decided to hug it out, just in time for an official course photographer to catch our special moment on camera. Pretty sure the next time I go home, the image will be blown up poster size in our dining room.
The best thing in the whole entire world to eat on a marathon course is a freezer pop.
Especially when it’s hot and your body has no interest in consuming gu the weekend after a particularly gel heavy ultra weekend.
Even better? When there are multiple freezer pop stops. Future race spectators, take note. Freezer pops=instant bff status.
The Vermont City Marathon is the Disneyland of racing. Seriously the happiest place on earth Memorial Day weekend.
My friend told me that every time he saw me, it looked like my smile went from ear to ear and all the way down to the pavement. And after seeing the evidence on camera, I couldn’t really argue against him.
I had so. much. fun. running this race.
The course is perfect, the race is perfect, the day is perfect, and every mile is a blast as the 26.2 miles weave the city in a way that allows you to see fellow racers, family and friends every few miles.
Thanks to everyone who yelled “Sweaty Emily” at me during the race! It was a blast to see y’all out there.
Family and friends might not understand that running for fun, means you can stop and say hi midrace.
A not at all posed shot of my Aunt Julie. I went in for the hug, she told me to get my ass moving. Next time I see you, I demand two hugs, Julie.
One of my best friends finally realized that marathoning is cool, and it made my year.
This is Arshad.
Arshad is one of my best friends. I know I use the word “best” to describe a lot of my buds, often accomanied with a qualifier like “best friend from high school” or “best running friend from (insert city, state, and possibly specific neighborhood within city/state)” but Arshad gets no qualifier, he is one of my BEST BEST BEST friends. But, the little shit has never come out to cheer me on in a race, even though he’s lived one block from the VCM start line for the past four years.
I’m in his wedding party and he’s never seen me run. Yes, let’s talk about this.
On Sunday, he came out to cheer for the first time ever. (It may have had more to do with the fact that his over-dressed fiancee was running a leg of the relay, but let’s just roll with it)
This is Arshad’s fiancee. Yes, he is wearing leggings and a long sleeved shirt while the temperature was flirting with 80.
But, regardless of why The Shad decided to come out and cheer, the part that we need to focus on is that he loved it! They practically had to kick him off the sidelines as the last finishers trickled in.
The fact that he was situated in the beer tent might have something to do with it.
That and his revelation that “marathoners are hot! especially the boys that come in around 3 hours.” No duh, Arshad, no. duh.
He still needs some education about the fact that the count of minutes is important when reporting a marathon time (he kept telling people I ran a “three hour marathon” after Team Halnon finished in 3:55), but he’s learning and excited about the sport, and that’s what counts.
3:55 is the slowest marathon I’ve run in years, but it was still by no means easy. By the time we hit the last stretch of 6 miles, my legs were feeling the distance. A lot of people will report back on marathons and give some excuse about why it wasn’t a big deal, “yeah I ran a marathon two weeks ago, but it was an hour slower than my PR.” So what, people. 26.2 miles is something to be proud about, no matter what the conditions of the race were.
VCM, you treated me well for the fourth time in four years, you can bet your bottom miles, I’ll be back for more fun next year.