Yesterday I ran my 35th marathon in Chesapeake, VA at the Tidewater Striders marathon. I'd love to say that I'm so experienced I would never make a rookie mistake. But alas- it seems like it's time for me to go back to basics.
We drove down to Chesapeake on Friday and it took us about 3.5 hours. When we got to the hotel I laid out all my race gear to ensure I wouldn't forget anything on race morning. Because this was a small race, there was no packet pickup the day before. Everyone would be getting their bibs on race morning. I brought two options for my top (short sleeves or tank) and two options for my bottom (capri tights or long tights). Either shirt would go with either pair of tights. It was going to be very cold throughout the entire race so I didn't even bother bringing shorts. I had originally considered wearing the adidas adios Pro Evo shoes, the ones that are $500 and super light. But I ended up returning them because if I PR'ed, I didn't want it to be because of the shoes.
We had dinner at 5:15 at a restaurant we had been to before. Back in 2021, I ran a 10-mile race on this same course so we were familiar with the area and the course. I had my standard chicken parm with no cheese and loads of bread. I made sure to hydrate really well throughout the day with water and electrolytes. I was worried that I would not be able to carry a cold water bottle with numb hands so pre-hydration would be critical.
All day on Friday my right knee and shin felt injured. My knee had started bugging me a week prior during a run and now my whole shin felt achey. I had gone to PT earlier in the week and he thought I probably had some mild bursitis in my knee. I didn't run on Thursday or Friday just to be extra safe. I wasn't freaking out about it, but I could definitely feel that my knee/shin was off. I decided I was still going to race at full effort and hope for the best.
Race prep and outfit decisions
I slept ok for the night before the race. As usual I woke up a bunch of times and kept falling back asleep. I probably got about 5.5-6 hours total. I had my usual anxiety dreams about missing the start or showing up without my Garmin or my shoes or whatever. I almost never have anxiety dreams about the race not going well - the anxiety is always about getting there on time and having everything I need.
I woke up naturally at around 4:00. For a 7:00 race start, I knew I wanted to be done eating by 5:00. So at 4:45 I ate a banana and almond butter filled pretzels. I also drank plenty of water with electrolyte mix. Now it was time to finalize my outfit: the short sleeves or the tank? (Both options would include arm warmers). The capri tights or the full length tights?
Weather
According to my weather app, it would be 17 degrees at 7:00 and rise to 35 degrees by the end. I decided to go with the capri length tights because they had a more compressive fit which I thought would feel warmer. But given that the majority of the race would be in the 20s, I opted for short sleeves with arm warmers. I prefer this to a long sleeved shirt because I feel like too much air gets trapped in long sleeves. This way, my arms are still covered but the air flows.
I suffer from Reynaud's syndrome which means my hands easily go numb. I wore thin gloves under convertible fleece mittens with hand warmers in each mitten. This would allow me finger access to get my fuel.
I give this weather an 8 out of 10 on my race weather scale. Normally nothing is too cold for me, but when it's in the high teens to low 20s and it's a marathon, no amount of mittens/gloves/handwarmers will prevent numb fingers and this means fueling issues. The fact that there was no wind was a huge blessing. Temperature wise, this was my coldest marathon out of 35. But "real feel" wise, Boston 2018 with its torrential downpours and punishing winds felt far colder. I was uncomfortably cold for the first half of this race but I think once it got into the upper 20s I started to feel less chilled.
In reality, this weather impacted me beyond just race conditions, but I'll get to that later.
The Course
This course was pancake flat. Two out-and-backs. Greg would be able to drive to several spots and see me at multiple times. As much as I wanted him to hand me water bottles, that's against USATF rules and I didn't want to get disqualified for getting extra help.
A cool thing about this race is that they set out a table shortly after the half marathon turnaround and you can put your bottles and fuel on that table.
There was also a 50K and a 100K, but those had earlier start times. The email said that those runners would need headlamps for the dark start, but the marathon runners would be starting in the light so we wouldn't need headlamps.
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Car windshield |
Before the RaceOur plan was to leave the hotel at 6:10 and get there at 6:30 for a 7:00 race start. Normally I would have left earlier but I didn't want to wait around at the start line in the cold. When we got inside the car, the entire windshield was ice. We didn't have a scraper so we had to wait for the windshield to defrost. This gave me so much anxiety. I even said to Greg "this is giving me so much anxiety". I was at the mercy of a frozen windshield to get to my race on time.
Thankfully it only took about 5 minutes to defrost and we made it to the race at 6:32. I immediate got my bib and walked back to the car to pin it in. It was dark out and I could see runners around but I didn't pay too much attention to what was going on because I had to get my bib on.
After I pinned on my bib, I asked Greg what time it was and he said 6:41. It was time for my UCAN gel, I dug it out of my jacket pocket and made sure to eat the entire thing.
We got out of the car at 6:44 and started walking to the start line. It was still quite dark and we couldn't see much. There was an indoor bathroom on the way so I stopped in and was pretty quick about it. Nobody else was in the bathroom which I thought was odd, but I didn't question it.
I got out of the bathroom at around 6:47 we were at the start line a minute later. There were a few people lingering around the start line but not many. This was a small race and I assumed most people were still in their cars and were waiting until the very last minute. There was also a 50K and 100K race occurring, but those had started earlier in the morning.
I went to set my bottle down at the half marathon turnaround table and I noticed that there were only 10 other bottles. I guess people were waiting in their cars and would put their bottles out right before starting. I knew that just over 100 people would be running the marathon, so I envisioned 100 bottles and I hoped mine wouldn't get lost or moved. It was 6:50 and with 10 minutes to go I decided to have Greg film a quick video for Instagram of me at the start, talking about my pre-race thoughts. After the video I knew it was time to line up at the start. Someone asked me, "are you running the marathon alone?" I replied "no, why?" He said "the marathon already started."
What? This guy had to be joking with me. "No, it's not 7:00 yet. The marathon starts at 7:00," I said.
"I started at 6:45," he insisted.
"But I know the email said 7:00."
At that point he walked me over to the race director and the timing people and reality hit me. I somehow got the start time wrong. The marathon had, in fact, started at 6:45. Probably while I was in the bathroom. It was dark so I couldn't see a bunch of people lining up, and I didn't hear anything. I didn't have time to think about any of this or to get emotional. No time to panic. No time to get emotional. I had to focus on what to do. Here was the conversation:
Race director: It's timed by chip, so you can start now.
Me: I know but I was kind of hoping to win. (Geeze that sounds cocky)
Race director: With what time?
Me: Around 3:10
Race director: Well, okay just go ahead and start.
As I ironically posted about in my Turkey Trot race recap last week, overall winners are determined by gun time, not chip time. It's a race and you have to know who you are racing against. With a 14-minute delayed start, I would have to run 14 minutes faster than the next fastest woman to win the race. Not likely.
I did not get emotional. I shed my heavy coat and my light jacket (that I was originally planning to wear for the first hour). But I guess that late start made me take it out on my jacket so I didn't start out wearing it as planned. I had just a thin t-shirt and arm sleeves in 19 degree temps.
I turned on my Garmin and waited for it to locate. As soon as it did I crossed the start line.
So I started 14 minutes after everyone else. WOW.
I figured I would get emotional later. I would kick myself later. I would figure out how I got it wrong later. Now was the time to focus on running.
Now is later, and here's what I think happened.
How I Got it Wrong
I had been 100% sure it was a 7:00 start so there was no need for me to double and triple check like I
always do. I think it was a combination of these three things:
- I had a lot going on this month with buying a new house and getting ready to sell our current house and also switching jobs. I didn't have a lot of free headspace to do my normal "triple check the start time".
- The race was on December 7. Every time I opened the final instruction email, I kept seeing 7.
- At some point I must have looked at the start time, but mainly for the purposes of weather. I kept looking at the 7:00 temperature, so my brain must have assumed a 7:00 start.
A few things confirmed my belief in a 7:00 start time. First, 7:00 is a much more standard time than 6:45. I was almost late to a 5K last summer because it started at 7:15 and I thought it was 7:30. Second, they had sent an email saying that the 50K runners and the 100K runners would need headlamps, but it would be light for the marathoners. It was still mostly dark at 6:45.
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The race director helping me start |
Finally, the reason that the weather impacted me more than running conditions is because I would have been at the start line much earlier if it hadn't been 19 degrees. And the lack of people at 6:50 would have concerned me more if I didn't think everyone else was in their cars. The fact that the water table only had 10 bottles also confirmed my false belief. If it had been warmer I would have gotten there earlier. Sure, I would have been thrown for a loop but I think I would have still started on time.
On the plus side, if we had been delayed by the windshield for 10-15 minutes, or I knew in advance that I would miss the start, I would have much more time to be anxious. But given the fact that I was going to start immediately I had no time for anxiety or stress. The stress comes from the anticipation of being late, not actually being late.
I can analyze this all I want but plain and simple, I made a mistake. After 34 marathons, I forgot one of the most basic things which is knowing the start time. I don't have any excuses, but I do understand why it happened. It will never happen again, I can guarantee that!
Miles 1-6.55
So I started alone. Not a big deal. I was planning on running this one mostly alone with only 120 registered runners. No headphones. No crowd support. I would be fine. This is how I do my long runs. There were, however, runners in the 100K and 50K around me so it was not completely desolate.
My first thought was to think of this like a fun game. I know there are Santa races where Santa starts at the back of the race and sees how many people he can pass. He does it for fun. That would be me! It would be a fun challenge to pass as many people as possible. I convinced myself that I probably wouldn't have won anyway, there was probably a super speedy woman running sub 3:10, so the win wouldn't have been possible anyway.
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Mile 5 |
My goal was sub 3:15 and ideally around 3:10-3:12. I started out conservatively and it felt ridiculously easy as marathons always do in the beginning,
I was holding a bottle of water mixed with Skratch labs. Normally I would evenly space out my water sips but I was worried that the bottle would soon be too cold to hold so I drank a lot of it during the first 10 minutes. During the second mile the drink started to develop icy bits and was more like a slushee. As I said, it was about 19 degrees and so liquids freeze quickly.
I didn't want to litter the bottle so I had to hold onto it until I could toss it in a trash can or at a water station. That was hard. My hands were already cold despite the hand warmers and glove/mitten combo. But what a relief to get to an aid station at 2.5 miles.
One thing that amazed me about this first stretch was how quickly the miles went by. My Garmin kept beeping and I was like "already?!" It seriously kept beeping for the mile splits and I thought I was only half a mile in. I guess my mind was pretty active so I wasn't really paying attention to how far I had run.
I had my first Greg sighting at mile 5 and I said to him "I'm losing!" as a joke. He replied "No you're not!" My spirits were high and in my mind I had turned this into a game. It would be fun to play and a fun story to tell. (Yup, I'm having fun now!)
I took my first gel at 40 minutes. The pockets on these capri tights were a little lower than ideal so I had to reach to grab the gel tightly. My fingers only half worked and I was afraid that the hand warmer would fall out of the mitten if I was not careful. I was successful in taking the gel. That felt like a big achievement.
As I approached the 6.55 turnaround, I could see the other marathoners on the other side of the course. They looked fast. Even though I knew I was ahead of some of them by chip time, I had no idea how much and it was impossible to tell how fast they were going. I immediately honed in on the first female. She looked strong wearing shorts, a tank, and arm sleeves. Okay - she was fast. She would probably go sub 3:10 and I would not have won against her. I convinced myself of that. I am not sure how many people I passed during the first section. Maybe about 15? There were also 100K and 50K runners, so it was hard to know who was doing what race from behind. From the front you could see their bibs.
Mile 1: 7:29
Mile 2: 7:27
Mile 3: 7:25
Mile 4: 7:26
Mile 5: 7:23
Mile 6: 7:23
Miles 6.55-13.1
After turning around I thought to myself "I can definitely do 3 more of those. This race is going so well!" They were handing out water at around mile 7 and I decided I would take the time to stop and properly drink it. I hadn't had any water since mile 2.
I took a big gulp and then continued on my way. But the urge to vomit hit me suddenly. Oh no - was I having digestive issues! I really felt nauseous at that point. There was no logical reason for me to be feeling like that after just 7 miles at a pace that felt totally moderate. I convinced myself that it would go away, I would be fine. I would not have digestive issues.
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Mile 8 |
Greg was at mile 8 snapping photos. It was so awesome to see him. Even though this race lacked crowd support, I got to see the one person that really matters a bunch of times. I had planned to toss him my jacket at mile 8, but I had ditched it at the start and he had collected it there.
Now it was time to do math. When did I want to reach the halfway point? My Garmin was reading an average race pace of 7:24 which was in line with my plans. I figured 1:36:xx would be a good half marathon target.
At 1:20 it was time for my second gel, which would be a caffeinated one. My hands were mostly numb and I had a really hard time grabbing a gel. There were two in my right pocket and I grabbed one of them and I hoped so badly it was the correct one. YES! It was the caffeinated one. I was worried about this one going down because I find the caffeinated gels much harder to digest. My nausea had subsided but wasn't completely gone. I took the gel in 2 servings and told myself to swallow it like a pill so there was no time to taste it. It was not easy but thankfully the gel did go down and I think I was able to get the whole thing down. Not seeing a garbage nearby, I stuffed the wrapper into my tights pocket which was challenging with the numb hands.
Mile 7: 7:22
Mile 8: 7:23
Mile 9: 7:23
Mile 10: 7:20
Mile 11: 7:20
Mile 12: 7:18
Mile 13: 7:17
Miles 13.1-19.65
I glanced down at my watch as I crossed the mat and I think it read 1:36:5x. So that would put me on track for slightly under 3:14. The high 3:13's. Perfect! Now it was time to negative split. I felt like I could do it!
I grabbed my water bottle from the fuel table and it was mostly slush. Not a ton came out when I squeezed it and what did come out was icy. Plus, the gag reflex came back and my body did not want to digest this. Unfortunately I probably only got about 3-4 ounces of fluid. This was not ideal because my only other two hydration spots were mile 2 and mile 8. But I wasn't sweating and I know that when it's very cold I can get away with minimal water if I am pre-hydrated. And I was definitely pre-hydrated.
I also think that the way the Maurten gels work is that they combine with fluids to form the hydrogel. So this may have impacted the effectiveness of my gels. If I had it to do over again I would have fueled with
UCAN gels. They are watery and work without any extra fluids.
Mile 14 was a little bit slower because I slowed down to grab the bottle and open it with my teeth. When I saw the 7:28 split on my watch I picked up the pace again and redeemed myself with a 7:17 mile for mile 15.
I felt mentally strong. I was still passing people and the half marathon turnaround showed me that I was starting to close the gap on the pack ahead of me. That one woman was still way out in front and she looked strong.
At 2:00 it was time for another gel. My hands were totally useless and I could not grab it from my tights pocket. I actually had to stop and go fishing for it. I used my entire hand to grab ahold of it (fingers were not cooperating) and I took the gel. Greg was nearby so I tossed it and hoped he would get the wrapper, which he did! He later told me that the gel was only halfway eaten. I thought I had gotten it all but with numb hands and lips, there was no way to know.
Ideally I would have been drinking from my bottle this whole time which had water, electrolytes and also carbs. And I would have been snacking on honey stinger chews in between gels to supplement. But those chews were tiny and there was no way I was getting my fingers around them. I was under fueled and I knew it. But I hoped for the best.
At mile 19 the race suddenly started to get hard. It went from comfortable and manageable to hard all at once with nothing in between. I had plenty of energy but my hamstrings became sore. They didn't want to run anymore. Mentally this was the hardest part of the race because I hadn't even reached the turnaround yet! I told myself "just get to the turnaround and that will give you a mental boost to be running towards the finish".
Mile 14: 7:28
Mile 15: 7:17
Mile 16: 7:19
Mile 17: 7:38 (stopped to get the fuel)
Mile 18: 7:17
Mile 19: 7:23
Miles 19.65-Finish
I was so happy to be on my way back. It was go time. I really wanted to race these last six miles. I had the energy to do so but my hamstrings were so achy. It was time to pull out the mental tricks. I knew I was on track for a PR and I reminded myself that the next 6 miles would be make it or break it. And I didn't train that hard to just let it slip away. I kept the effort level high and was trying to run under 7:20 but my Garmin wasn't reading as fast as I felt like I was going.
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Mile 22.5 |
I passed a lot of people during this final stretch. Some of them were walking. It helped distract me from my achy legs to pass people. I had one more gel to take at 2:40 and after struggling to grab it I was finally able to take it and surprisingly it went down well with no issues.
It was go time but my legs did not want to go. I told myself I should have done more hamstring exercises. But I also reminded myself that marathons are hard. Even though I was struggling the last six miles are never going to feel good. They felt AMAZING in Richmond last fall but that's because I fueled properly and the course had more variation than being all flat. I had this expectation in my mind that this race would feel exactly like Richmond - just flying at the end with little suffering.
But I suffered. I worried that I wouldn't make it to the finish. Every time I had that worry I told myself to keep doing what you are doing. And then I told myself to give even more. Sometimes that worked, sometimes it didn't. I hadn't felt this kind of hurt at the end of a marathon in almost two years.
With 3 miles to go I felt super confident in myself but my Garmin clocked a disappointing 7:37 at mile 24 and an even more crushing 7:46 at mile 25. With one mile to go I reminded myself that a PR was on the line. I hadn't set a marathon PR since 2018! I really, really wanted it. I didn't want to look at my average race pace because I thought that would be discouraging, so I just focused on pushing super hard. I was able to knock out a 7:35 last mile, which was impressive given that all I could manage was 7:46 for mile 25. Mile 25 is always my slowest.
When my Garmin ticked at 26 miles I looked down at my watch time and I thought that if I sprinted I could finish under 3:15, which was my goal. I ran hard, hard, hard!!!! My average pace for the final 0.25 was 6:52! Amazing what you can do when you set your mind to it.
And I finished and my watch read 3:15:12. A PR by 22 seconds. Not my goal of sub-3:15, but a PR that I fought hard for on dead legs with low fueling and only about 15 ounces of fluids throughout the whole race, most of which were consumed during the first two miles.
Mile 20: 7:29
Mile 21: 7:30
Mile 22: 7:29
Mile 23: 7:34
Mile 24: 7:37
Mile 25: 7:46
Mile 26: 7:35
After the Race
I was a little disappointed to learn that my final kick wasn't enough to go sub 3:15, but a PR is a PR. And at the age of 46, I'll take it!
Once I recovered for a few minutes, I talked to the race director. He said my time was good enough to win my age group and handed me an age group award and a Boston Qualifier t-shirt. The results weren't posted yet (and they still are not posted as of right now, Sunday morning) but he said he had to wait until all the 50K and 100K results were finalized to publish them. I did not ask what the winning female time was because I assumed she was faster than 3:15:12.
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Final kick towards the finish |
When we got back to the hotel room, we looked at Greg's photos and found the bib number of the woman who was in first place. I Strava stalked her and saw that she ran a time of 3:18:50. Three minutes and 38 seconds slower than me. Sigh. I probably would have won if I had started on time. That stung.
I've never won a marathon before and I am fairly confident I would have won this one, although there is no way to know for sure. That's why gun time is the official time because you have to be able to see who you are racing to truly race against them to the best of your ability. If we started together we likely would have run together or near each other because we had similar splits. I believe that we both may have run even faster if we had started together. Competition is a huge motivator.
But that's the point - we could have both run totally different races if we had been together. But we will never know and that is why gun time is king. And my stupid error lost me what was probably a likely win. It's my fault. I've learned from it.
WAIT WAIT WAIT ---- THIS JUST IN!
It's now 8:35am on Sunday and Greg just got a result notification. The results are posted! My official time is 3:15:11.
I just learned that the 3:18 woman did not win. There were a few fast women behind her and one of them must have passed her in the last stretch. The winning time was 3:13:57. So I guess I would not have won with my time. But I would have had two women to run with and compete against.
And as it turns out, the race used Chip Time as the official time, so I was officially second place.
Final Thoughts and Key Takeaways
My biggest takeaway here is how I handled the mishap at the start line. I did not get emotional or frazzled. I focused on what I needed to do and that was to start running as soon as I could get my jackets off. I stayed positive throughout the race and I didn't mind running alone. I turned it into a fun game.
My second biggest accomplishment was how I handled those final miles when I knew a PR was on the line. I fought really hard and I did not give in to the pain in my hamstrings.
I think I could have run sub 3:15 if I didn't need to stop to fuel due to numb hands and if I had been able to access all of my fuel. So in that sense, the cold weather slowed me down due to numb and useless fingers. And if I had started on time and was competing against the 3:18 runner and the 3:13 runner, I might have had even more motivation. But I did the best I could in the situation that was dealt to me.
My 3:15:11 is a PR by 23 seconds and we are making a cake tonight! It beats my 3:15:34 from Rehoboth beach exactly six years ago. I can't believe it took me six years to PR in the marathon again. WOW.
I qualified for Boston by 29 minutes and 49 seconds. I was so close to getting the men's BQ of 3:15:00.
I was self-coached and I only had 6-8 weeks to train depending on when you consider my training to start and end. If I had it to do over again I would have incorporated more Fartlek and shorter intervals. I lacked high-end speed and I think those workouts would have helped my legs in the final miles. I sacrificed those shorter workouts because I had such a limited amount of time to train.
I was officially the 2nd female finisher out of just 21. I placed 11th out of 73 overall runners, which means that nearly 50 people were a no-show. That's almost half the registrants!!
My official half marathon split was 1:36:55 so I ran a positive split by 1:21. My plan was to negative split, but if I have to positive split, that's pretty good and it shows I didn't leave anything out there on the course.
I hope that I can finally break into the 11xxx bib numbers for Boston. I have received 12xxx bibs for the last three Bostons. In 2024 a time of 3:15:11 would have been enough, but maybe not in 2025. Times are getting faster. 11 is my lucky number. My dream bib is 11111.
My knee/shin was totally phantom taper pains. I had zero knee or shin issues during the race.
Greg was such a great cheerleader and photographer! I saw him seven times!
This race affirms my love of running in really cold weather. Even though the sub-20 degree temps impacted my ability to fuel and made me unaware of my late start, I would still prefer these conditions over anything that got into the 50s. My outfit worked well and the only thing I would have done differently is used warmer heavier gloves under the mittens instead of the thin gloves.
Up Next
Next up are some shorter races and then Boston 2025!