Last Sunday, I ran in my second Amsterdam marathon. This was my first marathon, back in 2003, when I got a time of 4 hours and 28 minutes. I was happy to be going back to the same place, 9 years later, to do my 6th marathon.
I was very happy with the result: 4 hours 1 minute and 47 seconds. I felt like this was going to be a turning point for my marathon running. If I were to have a race similar (in performance) to the recent Paris marathon, then I may have thought that I would never break 4 hours again. As it turns out, I improved my time by over 40 minutes and I am in a confident frame of mind as I get back into my training. I am planning to run the Vienna marathon in April next year and I will be targeting a personal best.
The course had changed from what I remembered. Barely 2km into the race, we were running through Vondelpark. We would run back through the park at the 39-40km mark. There were also parts around the 30km mark that I couldn't remember. I was telling myself about a hairpin turn that was coming up, but it never came. The main section of the course - the long section alongside the Amstel river (and back) - hasn't changed.
I set off at a slow pace: I covered the first 5km in just over 30 minutes. I think the only reason why I ran at this pace was because I had told Angel that I would be running at a 6min/km pace so she could predict where I would be on the course at what time. Aside from right at the end, that was the slowest part of the race for me. I would maintain a steady 27-28 minutes for each 5km from that point on. Throughout, I had been targeting a 4 hours 14 pace (which I think is almost exactly 6 min/km pace) and I would work out how much of a time buffer I had at each km mark. (This was easy because I just needed to remember the 6x table.)
Unlike the Paris marathon, Angel saw me a few times in the race: at around 7km, 27km and 37km. It is great when you recognise support in the crowd and it gave me a boost each time.
From around 15km, I noticed a girl in a yellow top running at what seemed like a good pace, so I decided to pace myself against her. She steadily passed people, so I kept up with her. I kept up with her until the 30km mark, when I went to the side of the track and did some stretches.
From the 30km mark onwards, I tried a psychological trick of pretending that I was out on a 10km run. I literally kept saying to myself "This is a 10k run... this is a 10k run, so you will run at 10k pace and pass all these slow runners". It definitely worked. In the last couple of marathons I had hit the wall at this point, but I seemed to maintain my pace, perhaps run even faster than I had in the first 30km. Sure, my legs were sore, but I wasn't mentally affected by the run, which is the greatest danger in the second half of a marathon. I passed the girl in the yellow top at around the 36km mark.
Just as we got into Vondelpark, at around 39km, I hit the wall mentally and pretty much decided that I couldn't run further. I had cramp across my shoulders and my calf muscles felt like they would burst. I walked for the next 200m, resigned that I might be walking for the next half an hour, at least. But a runner past me called out for me to keep trying, and then the girl in the yellow top caught up and told me to "come on!". That was the push I needed, so I started running again. It was a slow jog, more like 6'30 or 7min/km pace, but it was still much faster than walking. Also, it was probably better for my recovery to keep running, rather than walk and get cold.
I checked my watch at the "1km to go" milestone and saw that I had taken 3 hours 55 minutes and 30 seconds. I decided that it was too hard to try cracking the 4 hours and I just maintained the same pace. I wasn't too worried that I didn't beat 4 hours. I was just pleased with the big improvement from last time.
While I was waiting for Angel at the agreed meeting spot, I kept my legs moving and did stretches. I could still walk properly which was another great improvement compared to Paris, when I didn't do this after finishing that race.