Upon
reaching the Brandenburg Gate, it was packed with eager runners squeezing their
way to their respective pens. I finally found my place in pen E (3:15-3:30
expected timing), and squatted there. I realized I earned my place there and no
post-injury mindset would deny me my spot in a prestigious Big 5 Marathon with
1 million spectators, 40,000 runners, 80 ‘live’ bands, 8 world records and the
one chance to complete a 42.195K run. Berlin Marathon, New York Marathon, London
Marathon, Boston Marathon and Chicago Marathon are the Big Five ‘World Marathon
Majors’ series, and ‘must-do’ races for marathoners.
The
gun went off exactly at 9.00am, with the professionals leading the way. I
inched my way forward and it took just over-5 minutes to cross the start-line.
I engaged my Garmin 310XT to measure my own timing.
I
set about running my own race at my predetermined pace of 6 minutes per
kilometer. I vowed to conduct regular systems checks/self-assessment during my
course: rate of Perceived Exertion, heart rate, pains and discomfort on injured
area, cramping/tightness, fluid intake, and GI problems. These checkpoints were
crucial to my main goal of completing the race in decent time, and with no risk
of further injury.
I
was doing well for the first 21K until I realized I could not hold the pace for
too long. 1:53 was conservative pace for a half-marathon, if I were to earn a
negative-split. However, I knew intuitively that today was not the day when I
lost speed for the 3:30 pacer. If I could keep up with the 3:45 pacer, I could still earn
a decent timing. Eight weeks of no running, except three short, test-runs the
week before the marathon meant that I had to pay the price. I had lost precious
fitness after Ironman Switzerland (15 July), and my swimming and riding merely
maintained some degree of my aerobic fitness/endurance. My legs lacked the
strength, stability and conditioning to run at a sustained pace for at least
30K.
My
pace started to dwindle after the 25K, as I was not conditioned to hold the
race-pace for longer. Once I lost sight of the 3:45 pacer, I knew I was on my own.
Damage control and revision to my race-goals had to be made. My mental
calculations and decision making was akin to taking the finals in my GCE
A-Levels. Distance-running and racing is a stressful sport if you aspire to
develop your excellence and personal mastery. I feel exhausted, mentally and physically, after all the mental arithmetic and physical gymnastics.
I
was relieved to cross the line after a fast last kilometer (through the main
shopping belt, akin to the Gangnam area in Korea), encouraged in a large part
by the many fellow runners who were determined to break the tape. Buoyed by the
many spectators, volunteers and runners I floated to a happy finish marked with
many deliverables: a safe run, no symptoms of injury, no GI issues, achieved
goals, and pleasant positive emotions at the end of this race. A mild
disappointment may have been not to crack the 4-hour mark (missed by 57
seconds), and potential for a PB/BQ were I not injured. However, this became
water under the bridge when a spectator hung my medal around my cold neck.
Berlin and the marathon has a special place in
my heart for its energy and enthusiasm bestowed to athletes and
tourists.
I
received my preliminary results after my exit from the recovery area. 4:00:53
was not far off my expected mark of 4 hours. My original goal was 4:30, to
which I revised a few times based on my recovery progress. To think that I
almost threw in the towel for this race after I was properly diagnosed with a
stress fracture of my metatarsal. I was pleased that no troubling symptoms
manifested themselves throughout my race. My lack of race-specific fitness can
be addressed in two months before the Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon (2
December). Thanks to Dr Roger Tien for treating me, and Dr Bao Ying (both of Changi
Hospital Sports Medicine Centre) for keeping a close eye on my training
exploits. I also appreciated my well-intentioned friends for helping me refocus
on my goals. I was glad to have run the race than play frustrated ‘spectator’.
I
spent the rest of the evening having dinner (knuckles and beer) with Kum Tho
and Derek: KT scored a 3:53 and Derek 3:57 (his PB). We cheerfully reminisced
about our officer cadet days, and the untold stories we harbored. We noticed
many of the patrons at Paulaner’s (a popular microbrewery/restaurant franchise)
wore their finisher’s medal with pride. I believe that they valued this event
at various depths of meaning and relevance. I was pleased for them. I wonder
how I would look like with all my finisher’s medals around my neck. No point
risking whiplash, I reasoned. I will have my proper shot at the Boston Marathon
in 2014. 2 December – here I come!
