I already knew that the idea of a PB on this race was gone. Conditions were just not going to allow for it. So instead I opted to just see where things went. And soon we were off (without the garbage bag).
I quickly tucked in with the top marathon runners (the 42.2km and 50km race start together) to help stay clear of the wind. While the rain was annoying, the wind was actually pretty fierce and would stay that way for the whole race. We went out a bit fast for my liking, but I knew that I could step back from that after we split apart roughly 10km into the run. A couple of runners leapt off the front, but I stayed with my guys. We zipped off for the first km in 3:56min/km then "eased" back to a quaint 4:05.
I left the pack, picked up the lead bike for the Ultra and was on my way solo. Now I had to fight the wind alone. The pace felt good, though I knew it was too fast for the whole race. Still, I opted to just kind of feel the pacing at this point.
The first 25km was soon done, I had consumed a couple of gels, and headed into lap 2. By now it was much lighter, and I even saw some friendly faces on course. At about 30km in, I had run my fastest 30km ever. I knew I had to start to ease things back. The rain was on and off by this point, but the wind was as strong as ever.
I opted now, to start to slow right down during aid stations and drink a good cup of electrolyte. I found after 3 gels that my stomach was not bad but also not wanting another gel. So I held off consuming more of those. Always be aware of where your body will be before things get bad.
As I approached the far turn around for the last time, my hat blew off and I had to go chase it. I had finally managed to get my pace down to where I had wanted it to be on a good day, let alone on this horrid day, to around a 4:12 pace. I crossed the marathon mark at 2:57, tying my fastest marathon time. Only 8km to go!
At this point in the course you get a little downhill, then a solid climb for a couple of kilometers before a decent descent. With about 5km to go, my lead was pretty good, but my calves were starting to get angry from going out hard. I could feel a few little mini cramps come and go, then occasionally one would seize up. That did not feel good.
I made it to the last 2km of the race and this was on a very muddy trail. The lead bike had been encouraging me on. My upper body felt fine but my calves were certainly not happy. With no chance of a PB and a reasonable lead on second place, I eased back a lot, equally enjoying the end of the run and hating the end of the run.
I finally saw the final turn approaching, and as I entered the last 100m on the track, was cheered on by my friends and wife. I pushed hard because that is what one does regardless of pain at this point. For the first time ever, I got to break the tape at a finish line and I was not going to pass up making it count.
A nice massage and some food and then I got my prizes. While the bottle of wine was nice, my Peter Eastwood mug was nicer. I still use it almost daily.
The rest of the month still had to happen. I definitely took some down time though to rest up. Though overall I felt pretty good, better than I did following my first try at the 50km distance.
Next for me though was hosting a canicross race in Long Lake Park. Fellow marathoner Rachel (se ran the Chicago Marathon the same day) popped over to help me, as I suspect her legs did not wat a fast dog to tow her around. we had decent weather for once, raised some money for charity and kicked off the Fall canicross season in style.