AT LAST, A ‘2-SOMETHING’ MARATHON

By Peter Coy

The last time I wrote about marathoning for this newsletter was in 1997, after I hit the wall in an attempt to break 3 hours and trudged home with a 3:17. I got quieter after that, but I didn’t give up. I ran a 3:09 in 1998, a 3:07 in 1999, and just under 3:05 in 2000. Each race got me closer to cracking 3. I skipped New York last fall because of injuries, but this spring I ran my first Boston Marathon. I came across the finish line with a chip time of 2:59:19. Success at last!

I broke 3 hours in the marathon only once before, and that was 25 years ago, at age 19, when I ran a 2:46:39. That was exciting, all right, but this year’s achievement was more satisfying because I worked more patiently for it. After failing repeatedly to break 3 in recent years, I knew I would succeed only if I trained harder and raced smarter. I put on more miles this winter and spring than I ever have before, averaging 50 miles a week over a 12-week period and putting in four 23-mile runs. On race day in Boston, I resisted the temptation to start fast, which meant I had something left for the final miles. I did the first (downhill) half in 1:28:11, and the second half, which includes the three Newton hills, in 1:31:08.

Now that I can legitimately call myself a “2-something” marathon runner, I plan to retire from the event. I’ve enjoyed the long runs, and it’s great to soak up the energy of spectators along Fourth Avenue in Brooklyn or Commonwealth Avenue in Boston. But the marathon is not a natural event for me. As my heroes Mike and Jim Hudick point out, based on my recent times for the 10K (sub-36) and the half marathon (1:20) I should be running under 2:50. But while the stats say yes, my body says no. So, now that I’ve finally proven a point to myself by breaking 3, I can go back to distances that I’m more suited for.

So, here are 10 things I remember about the 10 marathons I started and nine I finished:

 

1.                Jumping into my first marathon at age 17 without preparation and still managing a 3:09.

2.                 Not telling my high school track coach at practice Monday that I had run a marathon the day before—and hoping he wouldn’t notice. (He didn’t.)

3.                 During college, twice running a point-to-point marathon from Ithaca, N.Y., to Marathon, N.Y. A marathon to Marathon!

4.                 My only DNF in a marathon, when I ran a 6-minute pace for 13 miles on almost no training and hit the wall way early. I stopped at 18 when I found myself hallucinating about food and weaving into traffic.

5.                 The straight-backed Vermonters who spectate at the Vermont City Marathon in Burlington, who say “Good job” when you run past.

6.                 Battling the winds on the Verrazano Narrows Bridge in my only New York City Marathon. Then screwing up the splits on my watch.

7.                 The joy on the faces of kids along the route in Boston when I took the orange slices they offered or slapped them a low five.

8.                 Learning to take off my hat and smile when I crossed the finish lines so I’d have a nice photo proof. (Not that I ever ordered photos.)

9.                 Coping with well-meaning but clueless people who ask if you won, or ask if you ran the whole way, or tell you that their brother-in-law also runs marathons, but “shorter ones.”

10.              Edging out Khalid Khannouchi, Paul Tergat, and Hailie Gebrselassie to set a new world record of 2:04:51. Yeah, right!

Peter Coy, April, 2002