34M, ran the Toronto Waterfront Marathon yesterday, and surprised myself with a sub-3 result! Figured it was good to write a debrief just so I don't forget what happened lol.
Background
This was my second full marathon, my first being in May in Vancouver. I bonked hard that race at 35KM - partially due to it being 25 degrees, partially due to going out way too hot. My stomach was sloshing, I couldn't take a gel down, and my legs and mind just wouldn't let me keep going. I had to walk/run the last 5KM, and ended up finishing in 03:16:47. I was pretty happy with that as a debut all things considered.
I knew I wanted to do a fall race and ended up choosing Toronto due to the flat course, as well as my wife's family being out east and giving us an opportunity to go visit.
I did an 18 week training block that mostly went well, peaking at 83KM in a week. Due to real life circumstances (moving, some work stuff, etc) I had a few weeks where I didn't get close to enough mileage as I wanted. I also had a couple of very hungover long runs in there that probably didn't help either lol.
On one of my last long runs, I did 14 KM at MP (which was around 4:18-4:20) and was feeling comfortable with that. After a brief taper, I went into this race feeling 3:05 was in the cards, 3:00 as an ideal goal. Garmin gave me 3:02 as a prediction, and Strava was giving me 3:10.
My PB's before the race were a 1:28 half, 39:31 10k, and 19:35 5k. My fueling plan was 80g of carbs per hour with 2 SIS Beta gels.
Race Day
Fast forward to race day, the conditions were perfect. A little chilly at 5 degrees to start, but I warmed up quick. Started out conservatively at 4:25 for the first KM but ended up being closer to 4:10 until 10 KM, which also had me concerned. I was feeling pretty good so I kept it going, running on feeling.
Once I crossed halfway in 01:29:11, I was still feeling good. 30k was 02:06:33, and my legs were starting to feel it but my stomach felt good. I was optimistic that 3ish might be on the table, but I definitely had the anxiety of hitting that 35k wall again.
Once I hit 35km and STILL felt good, I made the decision to just send it and see what I could do. I ended up in no mans land at one point and had to either try and catch up to the pack ahead or try and tough it out alone. I dug deep and sprinted to catch up with them, and let the pack carry me to the end.
When I turned the last corner and saw 2:57 on the clock I legit couldn't believe it. Ran through in elation rather than pure pain like my first marathon, and celebrated with fam afterwards. PB'ing my half-marathon in the second half of the full was not in the game plan to say the least lol.
Major lesson for me that I would pass on is to trust your body, especially on race day. Whether that's to slow down or speed up, I think we rely on our watches/initial plans a little too much sometimes. Stoked to say the last!