Monday, October 26, 2009
The customary carb loading started from lunch on Saturday with pasta and roasted chicken bought at Safeway. For dinner I just ate the left-over.
Vinaya had registered for 5K walk to do it with her friends. As Amala's fever worsened it was almost certain that she had to stay home to take care of the baby; otherwise Sony was planning to babysit while Vinaya would be away for the event for about 2 hours.
It seems I was very excited. Though I went to sleep early I couldn't sleep for long time. And I was woken up by some alarm from the street at 4a.m.; and I couldn't sleep after that. I could only sleep for about 4 hours total. I read somewhere that such things can happen and one should sleep more on the previous night; my 8 hours sleep on Friday really helped.
Vinaya also got up that time and said Amala is not showing any improvement and she had to skip the event. Not only she lost the chance to participate in a fun event, but I would miss the company of my family at the finishing line also :-(
Soon after getting up at 5a.m. I drank a cup of instance coffee with milk, and ate wheat Uppumavu with a banana. Then I took a hot shower and got ready. At about 6a.m. I drank a 20 oz bottle of Gatorade. Vinaya had called for taxi and at 6.15a.m. it arrived. After one more visit to the bathroom I was on my way out to run my first marathon.
The starting point was in San Jose downtown at Park Ave and Almaden Blvd (near the Tech Musuem area), only about 3 miles from my home. But the roundabout trip to that location due to road-closings for the event cost me about $20. Yet I had to walk few blocks and I reached the starting point more than 20 minutes before. I quickly checked in my bag with UPS, but I was slow to locate the port a-potties and had to wait on a long line. Fortunately I could empty my bladder just before the gun went off at 7a.m.
The weather was superb and it was actually little dark when the race started. I had to hold my sunglasses in hand. But while covering next couple of miles the day light fully brightened the city streets that seemed still in slumber except for the few small gatherings of cheering people along the side, and through the tree branches the sun rays crept through.
The initial stretch of about 6 miles was on the city streets and later through the Willow Glen area before it hit Los Gatos Creek Trail, which I am very familiar with as I did most of my training there. Along the trail, there were hardly anybody on the side to cheer, but there were few morning runners and walkers, even some with their dogs which seemed to obstruct the runners. Such things seem to give the event an unprofessional air; no wonder not many people take part in it though there are plenty of running enthusiasts in Bay Area. The organizers should do something to avoid dogs, bikers and roller skaters from the course during the designated time for the race. If they can get city blocks to be closed or controlled for this event, why not the dog-walkers on Los Gatos Creek Trail?
The race progressed along familiar grounds up until Vasona Park. My bladder was full again and I used an opportunity to take a leak there. (It is important to stop drinking fluids 2 hours before the race. You can start drinking again once the race started. I drank my Gatorade only an hour before the race, and that planning misstep might have slowed me at least couple of minutes.)
After reaching the wooden bridge over Hwy 17(??) in Los Gatos the course exited from the trail and turned around to enter Los Gatos High School grounds. The 1/2 marathon ended there on the stadium tracks, and full marathon continued briefly along a beautiful Los Gatos residential area behind the high school.
The first challenge I faced was there, a small hill that was more of an exception on an otherwise flat course. Running that up was tough but the rest of the course was a gradual descend until it again entered Los Gatos Creek Trail, in the opposite direction, just before Vasona Park. By that time, strangely my hip muscles started tightening and paining; I never used to have that problem during long runs. Looks like my taking 2 rest days before the race had stiffened muscles and I didn't stretch properly. That was an ominous sign as I only passed half way at a speed little ahead of my planned 9 mins per mile target, and any slowing down could easily derail my planned finishing of the race in less than 4 hours, and at worse I might not be able to finish if the stiffening would become muscle cramp. I started running cautiously and slowly after that.
I walked by most of the aid stations briefly for about 15 seconds and drank sports drink (the taste was horrible, why couldn't they provide Gatorade) and water alternatively. I didn't want to get exhausted and then forced to walk. I guess that strategy worked; my legs didn't pain at all, but I had a brand-new problem on my hips instead.
By the time the return trip on Los Gatos Creek Trial was completed and I entered the San Jose city streets, 21 miles had been covered. During my training, I didn't run more than 21.5 miles; therefore I was in the uncharted waters on the San Jose city streets. I was tired and the hips muscles were stiffening more and paining which prevented me from increasing the speed to do away with the ordeal I was in by finishing it faster, and therefore I had to endure the pain of running a marathon for the next 5 miles in slow motion.
I read stories about runners bonking and at worst going crazy etc. beyond the 22 mile threshold. (After I told Sony about that, whenever I will be out running he would always check if anybody on the street is running naked, and upon my return ask sheepishly if anything happened during my run :-) )
At every nook and corner I was looking for the next mile marker, and whenever I located one, its mere sight gave me immense pleasure. The joy of running a marathon is not only about achieving something, but it seems to also include putting your body through a controlled torture and then obtaining some gradual relief stride by stride; something like the Shias and the followers of South Indian god Murukan are used to in celebrating their devotion by hurting themselves and drawing pleasure from it. I tried thanking the people cheered me on the way to forget about my pain. I could see that some runners behind me picking up speed and overtaking me as the finishing line approached. I also picked up little bit of speed and tried to get there as early as I could. But my hip muscles pulled me back :-)
When I got to the 25 mile mark, I knew that I will be able to complete the run as per my plan; there were about 15 minutes to 4 hours and unless I wouldn't be totally crippled by some muscle cramps I would make it.