Good and bad news: No more speeding tickets. (Got one in Idaho as mentioned below in the meme.)
But, I sort of hoped to be speeding during the
Missoula Marathon. With a forecast of cool, crisp low 50's at the start and high 60's at the end, the weather was perfect. Only one hill just after the halfway point. So what the heck was my problem?
Near as I can tell, altitude. Although the race was only at 3000 to 3200 feet and some had told me it should not bother me, all the symptoms were there. Labored breathing while running a normally comfortable 9-ish pace, unusual thirst and peeing (more than once). But, nowhere near as bad as during the
Colorado Marathon, which was run at 5000-6000 feet and led to my best (most enjoyable) worst (sluglike) PW of 4:32:05.
Now, had I used the
running calculator that
Stef had recently mentioned at the
Bar, I would have known that running at 3000 feet meant I should adjust my expectations by 8 minutes.
Doh!Still, I learned something new about running at higher-than-usual-but-not-very-high altitude (I have another one at a similar altitude later this year). I had a good time overall and now have one less state left in my 50 states quest. And, really, 4:04:35 is not all that bad.
This race report will be mostly pictures since the beautiful Montana scenery was the best part about this race, not my running.
The cool mile markers used at this race. Made by local artists, they were available for sale at the expo along with other artwork (the proceeds going to charity). Of course, they would not be available to take home until after the race.
For the start, we were bussed to a small town called Frenchtown. Here's where they dropped us off. Looked like we'd been transported back to the Old West but with a paved parking lot.
The first few miles, we were running towards a big paper mill. It was actually quite ugly with its smoke stacks spewing white smoke into the air but at least it gave us something to run towards. Other than it, there was just miles and miles of farmland framed by beautiful mountains and big sky. Photo inset: me after passing the paper mill.
Around mile 7, we passed a large stable and saw our first big group of spectators. Saw some bison too in a corral but the photo didn't come out, unfortunately.
For those who don't know, all photos during my races are taken while running!Then back to more openness. By this time, I've talked to a guy from Seattle and another from San Diego who both told me they, too, were breathing harder than normal.
Whew, it's not just me! I finally back off my original pace and hope I've not pushed too hard for too long already. Photo inset: me and the guy in back who knows he's in my picture so he hams it up some.
After mile 9.4, we finally turn off the same road we've been on since the beginning of the race.
Nice change! We head past a pretty river called Clark Fork and see some folks heading out to do some rafting. I realize I need to pee and end up waiting for what seems like 5 minutes (really, probably only 2) to use a porta potty at the next aid station. Finally, a volunteer comes out and apologizes for taking so freaking long.
Oh well ...At mile 11.4, we turn onto Big Flat Road, which takes us into a nice shady forested area. Ironically, along this road is where the one and only hill on the course lies.
I cross the halfway point in 2:00:46 but know I'm not feeling as good as I should.
Crap. Looks like I did go out too hard at the start. The hill is about 1.5 miles long with a deceiving dip about halfway. It's not any steeper than the ones I ran at the
Kentucky Derby Marathon but I'm huffing and puffing and getting nowhere fast. But at the top waiting for me is a view of the river down below.
Gorgeous!After that, mile 15, there's a good downhill that makes it evident that I have to pee again.
ARGH!! Fortunately, this marathon has at least one porta potty at every aid station (
obviously, the race director is a woman :-). The wait this time is less than a minute and I'm back on the road hoping that'll be it in the pee department.
Back across the river we go over this cute one lane bridge near mile 16. A woman about my age running near me says that she used to jump off the bridge when she was young. I give her that "
You've got to be kidding " look as the water looks to be only a couple feet deep but she assures me it's deeper in this one spot on the other side. Then she passes me.
Eek! I'm usually the passer, not the passee late in a marathon.So I stuck with her hoping to catch the 4-hour pace group, which snuck past me while I was in a porta potty.
Those devils! After mile 20, however, she slowed down and I did the same after mile 22, involuntarily.
Sorry no pictures the last 10 miles as I was working too hard. They were mostly just residential areas anyway.Still, I'm managing to pass more folks than those that pass me (4 to be exact, one of whom was a much younger woman). Finally, I got to the last turn and see the finish line just on the other side of a bridge. And it looked like all of Missoula had lined up along it. Their wonderful cheering gave me extra energy to finish strong and the smile that left me around mile 22 came back bigger than ever.
Jen was right, what a great town this is.
Thanks Missoula!! Final time 4:04:35 (9:20 avg pace)
8/25 F45-49 (the second largest female division!)
First half 2:00:46
Second half 2:03:49, not as bad as I thought it would be :-)
PS - Isn't that a cool race bib number?