Last week I set a new PR in the marathon.
My training went pretty well, but (like always) I didn’t do as many miles or as much core work as I wanted to do. The workouts were encouraging, though, and I saw my efforts improving every week. I felt pretty prepared.
We drove up to Two Harbors (the starting point for Grandma’s Marathon) on Wednesday. Packet pick-up and the kids’ races were on Friday. Both went smoothly, and I got to see both my boys run a race.

Sweet swag from Grandma's Marathon.
My taper was pretty uneventful, but I wasn’t getting as much sleep as I would have liked. This made me a little nervous about the marthon, but there’s not much to be done about sleep deprivation with two small kids. I went to bed early on Friday, and set my alarm for 5:15 on race day. This seems pretty early, but Minnesota is an hour behind us, so it felt like sleeping in until 6:15.
The weather was cool and drizzly on race morning, but the rain ended before I had to leave. I had my typical toast and coffee as I dressed in several layers and gathered my vanilla Accel Gel and water. My North Face arm sleeves were really handy for this race.
Because it is a point-to-point race, everyone has to take a bus to the start. RunnerDad dropped me at the bus stop at 6:25 and said a quick prayer over me. I made some small talk with other racers. One of them said, “This isn’t a bus to the half marathon, is it?”
“I hope not,” I said. “The half starts right now.” (The half started an hour before the full.) As we rode to the start, I heard another bus driver on the radio saying that he had a half marathoner on his bus.
I was really glad to be staying in Two Harbors instead of Duluth during the bus ride. I know from previous experience that driving the full distance before running it can be really intimidating. The whole ride, all you can think is: “I have to run this far?”
When we got off the bus, I went toward the port-o-potties. I shouldn’t share this tip, but I will. Go to the toilets farthest from the entrance. Runners tend to stop at the closest ones. It’s worth the walk to go farther away. I found a short line, did my business, and got back in line.
Next came the Star Spangled Banner. A member of the Air Force sang it. I noticed she had on three-inch heels and thought my brother-in-law who is a Marine would think that was pretty funny.
As I made way toward the starting line, I was pretty calm. Everyone around me was doing the pre-race dance. Shifting from foot to foot, doing sprint outs, jogging in place, kicking their knees up. Basically boiling with nervous energy. I worried a little bit because I was content to just stand still. In fact, if there had been a chair, I would have sat down.
Both of my tune-up races predicted a 3:03 marathon, so I planned to go out at 7:00/mile pace. I figured I would hold that as long as I could. If I couldn’t hold it, I’d slow down. I wasn’t putting a lot of pressure on myself. I felt really calm and relaxed.
Even though we were lined up according to our predicted finish times, the mass of runners compressed toward the start several times. I ended up about 25 meters from the starting line. It was cool (48 degrees), but we were lucky enough not to have to stand in the rain. The half marathoners were not so lucky. A few jokes were cracked about the tailwind, jokes that only running nerds would laugh at. Then the race was rolling.
We were lucky enough to have a tailwind, always a bonus on a point-to-point course. This course is so beautiful. It follows the shore of Lake Superior for most of the race on an old scenic highway.
I was surprised at the number of spectators.The course made it almost impossible for my Curb Crew to see me before mile 25 if they wanted to see me at the finish line, so I wasn’t expecting many other cheering fans. The local communities really came out, and I didn’t feel lonely any where on the course.
My first five miles went quickly (6:48, 6:39, 6:38, 6:48, 6:43). At the 5k mark, I started playing mental games with myself. “Okay, 12% completed.” I had planned on 7:00 miles, but I felt confident about the splits I was hitting. Also, they made the miles feel really quick. The straightness of the course also helped sometimes. I think I could see the five-mile mark almost as soon as I passed mile four.
After mile five, I started looking forward to my first Accel Gel. I took it at mile seven. I also thought, “Feeling good and halfway to halfway.” Miles six through ten were a consistent 6:45, 6:46, 6:52, 6:47, 6:36.
The half marathon started at our halfway point, and I was really excited to see that spray painted starting line for some reason. At this point, some guys who looked like college students started running near me. One guy was running in some really old Nike Frees. Another guy kept zigzagging across the road. I wanted to ask if he’d ever heard the phrase “run the tangents” but didn’t bother. Miles 11-15 were 6:50, 6:47, 6:49, 6:33, 6:42. You can see how excited I was to cross the halfway point by that crazy fast mile. My half marathon split was 1:28 and change. This is only a couple minutes slower than my half PR.
After the half, I really started looking forward to entering the city of Duluth. I had driven this portion several times. The old homes on the shores of Lake Superior are beautiful. Also, crossing these lines of demarcation always make the race feel new and fresh. Without changes like this, the ending miles of the marathon can start to feel tedious. I thought entering the city would be refreshing. We started entering the city around mile 19. My miles here were 6:37, 6:41, 6:45, 6:34, 6:56.
At mile 19, when I thought the city limit signs would perk me up, I hit a down part. I thought, “I can’t do seven more sub-seven miles.” I got kind of discouraged. This course was really nice, though. Every time I needed it, the course gave me a little downhill section. By mile 20, there was a little decline, and I thought, “Even if I only 7:30 miles, I’ll run a good time.” I rebounded a little and started looking forward to Duluth’s downtown. 6:54, 6:54, 7:03, 7:10, 7:00.
As you can see, I floated over the seven-minute mile at 23. I felt okay though. I kept the pace as hard as I could because I knew it would hurt just as much to slow down and it would take longer, too. I saw RunnerDad at mile 25. He yelled, “They’re waiting for you at the finish. Get to ‘em!” That picked me up a little, and I tossed my hat to him. In Duluth, the avenues count down to Lake Street and then start counting up again. I knew I had to go past Lake, so I was counting down but knew I had to count back up to Fifth. Then I had to run around their convention center and into Canal Park. The last mile seemed like it would never end: 7:28.
I could see the big clock above the finish, and I got there as fast as I could. The last .2 was 1:28 (about a 7:20 mile). My new PR is 2:58:50. I made my way through the chute and hugged my boys. I choked up a little when I told RunnerGirl and the rest of my Curb Crew my new PR.
I feel like I ran a really evenly-paced, smart race. I didn’t have any more to give at the finish. It was one of my best marathons.
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