4AM: Wake up in our little 2-man tent at the KOA campground in Pocatello, rollover and decide to sleep for 15 more minutes.
4:15AM: Wake up for real, get up, break camp, get everything prepped to run.
5:30AM: Get on the bus to shuttle us to the start line
6:15AM: After freezing for a few minutes before the race, the starting gun fires and we're off! Bill tells me he'll see me if he sees me, and heads off ahead.
Mile 5: my hamstrings, which have been bugging me all training time, start aching, but it's okay, it's not that bad.
Mile 6: My iPod battery dies. I wonder if the race is going to be intermitably long without any tunes to run to.
Mile 7: Bill and I see each other in passing at a spot in the race where the course backtracks on itself. He's in the top 30 or so runners and he tells me I'm 68. We're both running strong and feeling great.
Mile 12: First significant hill. Get up it no problem and continue my quest to catch the runners just ahead of me. I've spent the time since my iPod crashed enjoying the fabulous scenery in the canyon we're running in and running just fast enough to move up through the runners a bit at a time. I'm pep talking my hamstrings, telling them they really don't hurt all that much, or if they do, it's okay because it's not going to slow me down.
Mile 15-18: Ran up a ton of "rises" that sure looked, and sometimes felt, like hills. I didn't remember them from the elevation map on the website, but oh well. Just running along and still feeling pretty good.
Mile 20-21: Catch an amazing tailwind that gets me halfway up the real hill at mile 21. I'm pretty beat at this point so I start taking breaks every mile or so to walk for about 30 seconds. It's a trick my friend told me about awhile back and I've never tried it. It turns out it works fantastically well to get a bit more energy out of my poor thrashed legs. My hamstrings are more than a little sore by now and I am in the mentally tough mode that marathon training is supposed to prepare you for. That mode where my body is screaming it's done, I'm ignoring it and still putting one foot in front of the other even though I'm not sure where the energy is coming from.
Mile 22: Pass Bill. He looks pretty terrible. He hit the not-so proverbial wall at Mile 18 and hasn't found a way over it. I'm not feeling so great myself (that's a huge understatement), but I could at least keep running fairly normal, albeit at a slower pace. He's barely keeping his feet moving, poor guy, but he's still going, and I think that's awesome! Come to find out at the end of the race that he never stopped running no matter how bad it felt. What a guy!
Mile 25: Pass a guy that cheers me on saying, "Congratulations, Marathoner! You're done!" Oh how I wished I was! That last mile was ever so long! People may laugh when marathons specify that a marathon is 26.2 miles, but there is a reason. That last mile and .2 from 25 to 26 seems like the longest you've ever run. The .2 miles makes a HUGE difference! I couldn't wait to see the finish line and it sure was a long way in coming. I had completely forgotten to bring my watch, so I didn't really know my time, except that my first half of the race was fast and the second half quite a bit slower. I was able to make a push at the end to pass one more guy and came in at 3 hours 43 minutes and a few seconds. What a race! I couldn't have been more glad to finish! I loved the course, the staff was amazing, but man was it a hard run!
After my race waiting for Bill: I got a bit of food, stretched some, and waited for Bill, hoping he would make it in. I was rather worried and I didn't know how long it would take him those last few miles. I was SO excited to see him come in at 3 hours 57 minutes! What a race! And he didn't stop the entire time! Way to go Bill!
Awards Ceremony an hour or two later: We got some food into ourselves, stretched as much as we could, and waited to hear the results. There were 281 marathoners, plus enough half-marathoners, 10kers and 5kers to fill out the numbers to about 1000 runners overall. I went back and looked at the results and saw they were very promising for us. Turns out I was right! I finished first in my age division and Bill finished 4th in his! Woot! What a great way to end the morning!
After the ceremony: We had to book it out of there, drive back down to Salt Lake, stop off at my parent's apartment to take the fastest showers in recorded history and drop off our car, then they took us to the airport so we could fly down to Las Vegas to be at Vince and Megan's wedding reception. It was awesome!
What a day! Oh, and one more thing. We watched the BYU vs. OU game during the reception, and it was incredible! I have to admit I didn't think we had a chance, but I cheered them on like crazy and was so excited when they won. Go BYU!