I had the privilege of running in the largest ever (by far!) and most deeply talented women’s field in the history of USA Olympic Marathon Trials.
I finished in the top 1/4 of that field. After a less than ideal build up leading into it, I was satisfied with my effort.
The long version of my Race Recap:
Once every four years there is a special race that is run to decide who goes on to compete in the marathon at the Olympics. This year Atlanta hosted an enormous field and what that might look like was the source of discussion for months leading up to it.
I could write a book about the days leading up to the race, the dinners, the speakers, the amazing pre-race happy hours and festivities. There was so much love and support from everyone in the city of Atlanta. Thank you for making us feel special and being so organized. Instead of a book though, here a few photos of pre-race things we did. I somehow managed to take very few, but the fun was had.
Race day: At 11:53 we were escorted out of the women’s warm-up area to the start line. As we came down the chute I got goosebumps. The streets were lined with thousands of people all there cheering and excited to be part of the competition. It felt enormous. I found my sister Sharon and her husband, Ceja in the warm up area and calmed down a bit after a quick hug.
When the gun went off, I started smack in the middle of almost 500 women crowded in on all sides. It was slow at the very start, then picked up speed with everyone kind of carried along at the same pace whether they wanted to be or not. Only 1/2 mile in I heard someone say she needed to slow down a bit. I think she tried, and as a result she was tripped up and hit the pavement hard. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her get kicked in the face. I wanted to help, but was too far away and knew that if I did I would go down as well and probably cause a ripple effect of clipping others and making them fall. I hoped so hard the back of the pack would see her and she wouldn’t get trampled. (Update: She was forced to drop out at mile 12 with a rolled ankle, black eye, and bruised quad. I know she will bounce back and be okay but I’m so sorry she didn’t get to cap off her training with the race of her dreams.)
That was pretty sobering and I paid attention not so much to pace or effort but just staying in my tiny space and not getting tripped. The first water station was at mile 2. My bottle wasn’t there. I ran past but then saw a girl run back with it. I was carrying extra gels… I should have just used one of those but for some reason my first instinct was to turn back and get my bottle. Nothing major happened, it’s just always a bummer to not get through the fluid station quick and avoid additional 180 degree turns.
As I ran on, I began to pay more attention to pace and realized I was going faster than I had planned. My build up had not been without challenge. I’m not complaining or making excuses- just keeping it honest and laying out the details. I had taken some down time due to low iron levels discovered after blood work. Almost immediately after, I got the flu and had to take 7 solid days off from any running or cross-training. I got back into it slowly, but with only 3 weeks until race day, it was really almost taper time. It was a weird little build back up and then taper back down. I honestly wondered if I could complete the distance.
Regardless, I kept my original goal, I wanted to do my best on race day, whatever that might look like. After chatting with my coach and reassessing fitness and where I was at, we also took into account that Boston was an important race for me. With that in mind, the Olympic Trials became more of a really hard effort and running a smart race, doing my best, but not going to the well. We had talked about the possibility of just running to 18 miles and stepping off course, but I really couldn’t wrap my mind around being happy with that. Every workout, every race for the past 2 1/2 years has been aimed at this one marathon, so anything less than my best on the day was a hard pill to swallow. I felt like I needed to finish what I started. That being said, my plan was to start out at a 6:15 pace (ish) or easy effort.
The effort didn’t feel hard, but as I clocked a 5:48 then 5:56 at miles 2 and 3 I knew I would be in trouble later. The biggest challenge was that 5 miles in I was still surrounded by so many other women that I was afraid to slow for fear of getting tripped up.
I should mention the wind. It gets a paragraph all to itself. It seemed like no matter where we were running, we were almost always going into a headwind. Sometimes it was so strong I swear I saw it lift me up a little when I was in a midair stride.
At this point we were on Peachtree and the street was lined solidly with people. The roar was unreal. I remember smiling and not even being able to help myself. I was running in my dream race. Just being there was such an honor. I was running with the best in the country and part of history in the making. I got chills. I heard someone yell my name and thought: “How can I slow down- this is too exciting!” I tried, but still only got to 6:07. I needed to reign it in but also really wanted to enjoy what was happening around me. As we approached the U-turn the leaders of the men’s field (they had a 12 minute head start) came into view and I felt another jolt of excitement. Three of my friends from Fort Collins were racing and they are all very talented. As I watched them run by I forgot to pay attention to what I was doing and clocked another sub-6 mile. After the men passed we were almost to the turn around and I could see the lead women coming back. There was a large pack and I once again got caught up in seeing who was where and how other ladies were doing. The energy in the air was electric for sure. The course was a loop so when we got back to our starting point we had completed our first 8 miles. We would run that same loop again before starting it for a third time and then taking a turn under the Olympic Rings from 1996 to do an out and back that would lead us back to Centennial Olympic Park to finish.
I saw my 6 year old in the crowd- he was shaking his cowbells as hard as he could and just screaming “Ahhhhhhhh” with 110% intensity. It was all I could do not to laugh.
My sister Monica, and 8 year old flashed by and seeing them was heartwarming.
In total, my mom, three of my sisters, brother in law, and husband made it to the race. I thought I wouldn’t ever be able to pick them out from the crowd but surprisingly I was and it meant so much that they were there.
Right around mile 8 I clipped my right foot on a pothole and felt a sharp little burst of pain. It went away quickly – rush of adrenaline and then the roar of the crowd fixed that as we were passing through the heart of the race where start/finish line was located. (Post- race I would pull off my sock and find that I had split my toenail. I’m glad I didn’t feel it during, but its by far the thing that hurts most today.)
I passed through the 1/2 marathon in 1:17:XX, on pace for a 2:35 finish which I knew wasn’t in my wheelhouse for this course on this day. We rounded through the main 8 mile loop again, then headed out to pass under the Olympic Rings for a final U-turn.
That part was hard. Maybe I was just a little more tired but the hills seemed to last longer. I made sure I was pushing but not too hard to save energy for the never-ending hill from mile 23 1/2 to 25 1/2. I thought about Chicago and the fear of that hard bonk. To compensate I had taken extra gels. My energy was good, but my tummy was getting mad. It felt tender to the touch and I was getting more and more nauseous. I was passing quite a few women, but I was also getting passed by some. For me, it was a weird problem to have, my legs have always been the first to give out, not my gut. I had no idea where I was in the field. My watch had died at mile 20 (I knew this would happen and was fine with it. I wanted to finish feeling strong and not tanked, not looking at a watch is good way to force running by effort.) I didn’t have a time goal, I had said I wanted to out run my bib number (79) and thought I might be right around there. I felt good (it’s all relative) other than my gut. We made the U-turn to head up the final 2 mile hill and I was almost knocked back by the headwind. That part was definitely a little miserable. Uphill for that long is hard enough, but the wind offered a special kind of suffering. The last bit was downhill and I started to let loose and blast it but there were some speed bumps, some potholes, then more speed bumps. I was concerned that my reflexes might not be sharp enough and I would end up eating asphalt. I was too close to being done for something that silly to happen.
As the finish line approached I saw 2:44:XX. Whoa, I had really slowed down more than I thought. I sped up to duck in under 2:45 and just made with a second to spare.
I waited for the “hands on your knees, dizzy, eyes not working” feeling to hit me, but it never did. I walked to get some water and wondered if I would be able to open the bottle (usually I can’t). I was able to and felt fine so kept walking to our tent. I felt sheer joy for being here. I did what I said I would do, I finished strong but not empty. I ran a time I can be satisfied with given the course, the wind, and the build-up. As I started chatting with other runners about their races it seemed people really exceeded their own expectations or really fell short of what they wanted to accomplish. I was amazed by some of the women who had started out with a seeding in the 300’s and had finished in the double digits. I was sad for the girls who didn’t get to show their fitness when they wanted. Marathons are hard, that’s a given. So many things have to line up right when you want them to. I’m glad I was realistic with myself and where I was at fitness-wise to feel satisfied with my result. I’ve been in those ladies shoes- heartbroken by races where I knew I didn’t show what I was capable of. There’s so much work that goes into a marathon that feeling like that after you cross the finish line is just salt in a painful wound.
I was actually surprised when I found out I had finished in 120th place and that 119 other women had been faster than me. I guess I didn’t beat my bib! I am in awe of how many talented female runners there are right now. In the 2016 trials a 2:44:59 would have been a top 40 finish. I’m excited that the talent runs so deep.
Congratulations to everyone who ran, even those unable to finish. Sharing the streets of Atlanta with you was one of the most special few hours of my life. The top three women- Aliphine Tuliamuk, Molly Seidel, and Sally Kipyego earned a spot on the 2020 Olympic team. The rest of us will go on to chase other goals, known or yet to be discovered. One thing is certain though: American women are showing up like never before.