The Steamtown Marathon...a race I've been planning for more than a year now, first discovered when I made it my mission to qualify for the Boston Marathon. Ahh, the hours spent strategizing, planning, training. And now it's in the books for this year.
Steamtown (so named because it takes place in Scranton, PA...the center of the U.S. for steam locamotives) is a fast, downhill, point-to-point course. Don't mistake that to mean it is easy - far from it. It's one of the toughest marathons I've completed. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Before April 2013, I never had any designs on qualifying for Boston. Not even a consideration. Then the unthinkable happened. I finished a half marathon that positioned me as fast enough to qualify for the big show. Holy. It changed my outlook and my running goals. I was looking forward to a fall marathon that year that would cement my space on race day in 2014. But, a month later I found out I was pregnant and it shelved the previously unreachable goal.
So, I spent the next two years dreaming, thinking, working. Trying to rebuild the strength and speed I had before Baby K came. And, earlier this year, I click the magical "register" button for the Steamtown Marathon - known for a field that qualifies 20% of its finishers annually. I knew early on that this was not going to be the year I qualified on Steamtown, so I simply set my sights on running the course to become familiar with it and understand how to plan my training for the 2016 race.
First off, Scranton was beautiful. Tucked up in the Poconos, with wildly changing leaves bursting with fall color, the scenery was just what my soul needed. It relaxed me. It allowed me to channel strength and happiness into thinking about the race.
On race morning, the temperatures were 10 degrees cooler than the forecast showed. Brrr. But I didn't change my clothing plans. I wouldn't have to go outside until just before the start of the race.
Boarding the buses to the start line at 5:30 am, I sat back and listened to the runners chatting around me for the 45 minute drive up to the start line in Forest City. I never really listened to the runners around me before. Probably because I usually get my own ride to the start of the course. It was 45 minutes of listening to the running credentials of the fifteen people closest to me on the bus. It's actually pretty annoying. Please slap me if I do that....I'm not certain these runners were aware of the conversations they found themselves in.
When we arrived at the start, we were greeted by the Forest City high school cheerleaders, handed "good luck runner" ribbons and ushered through the halls to the warm gym to wait for the start. Walking through the halls, I was emotionally touched by the energy the school put into making us feel welcome on race day. The bulletin boards were decorated for us, signs were made and posted, the gym hung with banners - all wishing us good luck on our run.
In the gym, I stretched out, attended to my pre-race Port-o-John needs, and managed to find a few other Annapolis Striders among the anxious runners. Then the time came to head to the start.
The energy at the starting line was phenomenal. Every runner around me seemed to be walking on air, ready for the starting cannon to boom and send us on our journey back to downtown Scranton. It was exhilirating.
The boom finally came and we were off. While my plan was to use the race to become familiar with the course, I still set my sights on a new marathon PR, finishing between 4:00:00 and 4:15:00. Heading into the first mile, my legs felt ready to take on the world. Everything clicked into place and I just fell into an unbreakable rhythm.
For mile after mile, my body seemed to float on air. I took inspiration from the crisp fall air, the masterpiece of vivid colors rushing through the trees, and the endless crowd support lining the course.
I've run races with good crowd support. This race had AMAZING crowd support. Every town seemed to come out en mass to support the runners, provide aid, wave their motivating signs and high five you through the streets. I've never seen anything quite like it.
The course itself was relatively straight forward - down a hill, down another hill, down yet another hill, maybe catch a brief respite at a short up hill, then down another hill and still yet another. Normally, most of the runners I know relish a good down hill during a race. I do too, but mostly as a function of making the course interesting and giving my hamstrings a break. The constant down hill was brutal on the quads. I knew this coming in and tried to train better for down hill running, but I still wept silent tears of joy when I saw those occasional uphills to give my quads a break. Who ever thought a runner could miss an uphill so much?
On a marathon course, knowing I would be out there for more than four hours, I normally like to feed my body four or more times with gu or gummies for an infusion of energy. Because I chose to keep my race day gear minimal, I only had room for two gus/gummies. I had to ration carefully (and pray that I would find more on the course). Ultimately, I ate at about miles eight and seventeen and passed up the bananas, oranges and other items provided by the crowds on the course. But it turned out to work for me.
Have I mentioned yet that I was rocking out an amazing pace? Not Boston qualifying, but very satisfying. ranging from 8:09 to 9:43. While I knew I wasn't going to hit the magical 3:45:00, by the middle of the course I knew I could hit the lower end of my race goal. Like I said, it was all just working.
I believe I also drew inspiration from the soundtrack that randomly played into my ears. It can't just be coincidence that I heard three different versions of "Defying Gravity" -
I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes and leap!
It's time to try
Defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity
And you can't pull me down!
Not to mention "I've Got Nerve," "Dancing Through Life," "The Warrior," "I'll Stand By You," "True Colors," "Firework," "We Run," "Good Life," "Come on Get Higher," "Don't Stop Believin'," and finally in the home stretch, Taylor Swift's "Changes" -
Tonight we'll stand, get off our knees
Fight for what we’ve worked for all these years
And the battle was long, it’s the fight of our lives
But we’ll stand up champions tonight
It was the night things changed
Can you see it now?
These walls that they put up to hold us back fell down
This revolution, throw your hands up
'Cause we never gave in
And we'll sing hallelujah, we sang hallelujah
Hallelujah
I believe God chose these songs to breathe new life into my tired legs. He spoke to me about holding onto my dreams, doing this for myself, looking deep inside and seeing what I was made of. It was about me out there.
So I crossed that finish line...with a big smile, more determination than I started with and crushing my marathon PR. I finished in 4:00:20...can you believe it? I can't express with words how it feels to go beyond what you believed you are capable of at any given moment.
Now that I've got the medal, it's time to turn towards the 2016 race and start setting out my training plan. This racing year is far from finished (I still have one more marathon yet and sundry shorter races), but all along the course I paid attention to how my body felt, what worked, what needed tweaked, where I could make improvements. Here's my current thinking - lose about 15 pounds and streamline my body (doable), more strength training (doable), more speed workouts (doable) and more down hill practice (doable).
I find no reason to believe that I'll be able to hit my goals next year at Steamtown and land myself a spot at the 2017 starting line in Boston. Happy trails!!!
2015 miles to date: 1026.8 (I've crossed the magic threshold of 1000 miles so far! Only 220 left before 2016 rings in.)
Observations: My training is paying off. Working hard, keeping at it and choosing discipline over a day off really does get it done. Not even stiff the day after the marathon. Now I just need to keep focused as I finish my race season, get rested for next year and hit it harder than ever.
Now, as some of you other mama runners know, kids can be very needy at the playground, which ultimately makes track miles next to the playground look more like an interval workout. Run two laps, push the kids on the swings, run three laps, figure out why one is crying, run three laps, help one reach the monkey bars...you get the idea.
And then, when you least expect it, your kids are standing in front of you on the track right before your last lap, ready to run it with you. And all you can do is smile and be happy you found the way to make it happen, because the kids are watching and learn more from you pushing through than quitting.
