Las Vegas Marathon Race Report

So, you all know by now that I ran the Las Vegas Marathon on Sunday. My third marathon ever and my second this year. But did you know I ran it as part of a wedding party?

Yes, two of my friends from my running club were married 10 years ago in Las Vegas after running the Las Vegas Marathon. So for their 10th anniversary they decided to go back and run the race just like the did last time. They invited us all to join them as they ran the race and renewed their vows at the on-course ceremony.

Well, I'm not quite fast enough to have made it to the ceremony, but I heard it was lovely.

I'm getting ahead of myself, though.

Jason and I arrived in Vegas on Friday night and took it easy on Friday and Saturday. I met up with my friend, W, who was also in Vegas as a race spectator. She's cheered for me at my first 5K, my first half marathon, and this year when I broke 2 hours in the half marathon for the first time. But this time she had a special treat for me:

How awesome is that??? Sadly, I didn't get to see her on the course so I'm thankful she took a picture and shared it with me.

On Sunday afternoon, after taking "wedding" pictures our group trooped through the Venetian in search of a shuttle bus to take us to the start line at Mandalay Bay. We finally found one even though I had to sit on Jason's lap the whole way.

The shuttle bus dropped us off on what felt like the opposite side of the world from where we needed to be so we navigated our way through the hotel and finally found gear check. I left my stuff with Jason, though, so I wouldn't have to deal with the lines.

Oh yeah, did I mention that this race had 44,000 people signed up if you add the full and the half marathon together? That's as many as Chicago in a much smaller space.

Maribeth and I were planning to run together and she'd made some last minute adjustments to our starting corral. Suddenly we were standing in Corral 2. As in, up with the super fast people within spitting distance of the start line. Kind of freaky but exciting! We almost got interviewed by a local news channel since were standing with our "bride and groom" but it didn't work out. Sad.

The race started a few minutes late with an underwhelming starting pistol. Come on! It's Vegas! You couldn't get a lion out there to roar or something?

Anyway, Maribeth and I turned a corner almost immediately and there was Jason!

I hadn't seen him at the start of either of my other two marathons and Maribeth said it was a good omen that I saw him at the start of this one.

The sun was slowly setting as we started on our first 13 miles. My left hip was kind of achy and I wasn't feeling too great but we were going at a pretty quick clip. I tried to slow down some but my legs just wanted to go. We twisted and turned through warehouses and business parks (and the Hustler store). Every so often we'd turn toward Mandalay Bay and you could see the setting sun turning it into a gold monolith. Pretty. It was probably a good thing, though, that this race was at night because this part of the course UGLY. The most memorably thing (other than the Hustler store) was the massive hill just after mile 7.

I only walked for about 30 seconds just after the 10K mark and I worried that not taking my walk breaks might be a mistake. But, I felt pretty good all things considered.

I was having some mild intestinal distress and I debated stopping to use a port-a-potty. When I only saw one at mile 12, though, I figured I'd wait until we got back to the Strip. My pace was good, my hip was hurting less, and I didn't have to use one that bad.

We turned onto the Strip and started merging with the half marathoners. We knew we weren't going to make it to the on-course ceremony at mile 15 since we only had 10 minutes to spare and 2 miles until we got there. Also, when I saw the lines at the next port-a-potty near mile 14 I realized I didn't have to use one anymore. Score!

By this time it was dark and I wasn't sure how Jason was going to see me. Sure, I had on a blinking LED ring but otherwise he was just going to have to rely on the lights of the Strip. I knew he'd be somewhere between mile 14 and 16 and then suddenly there he was!

I was still feeling super strong at this point. When Maribeth stopped to find some on-course fuel near mile 16 I kept going. The aid stations on the course were total chaos with marathoners and half marathoners all trying to get to them at once on one side of the street.

At this point the course was getting more and more crowded. I was dodging people all over the place as people on bikes rode down the center of the lanes yelling "Half marathoners to the right, marathoners to the left!" I had to cut a few corners because the crowd was so thick around the turns there was no option but to hop up on the sidewalk. I figured all the dodging I was doing would more than make up for the little bit of corner cutting.

I still hadn't walked other than at the 10K mark and once for a few seconds while Maribeth got water earlier on. I was drinking water from my fuel belt and occasionally trying to grab one at an aid station. I'd taken a few Shot Bloks (with caffeine) but I didn't really feel like I needed them. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that I had two meals in my system already. The benefit of an evening race, at least for me.

Around mile 19, though, I started to get a killer headache. My irritation at all the people surrounding me began to rise and I just wanted to scream "GET THE EFF OUT OF MY WAY!" I promised myself that if I made it to mile 20 I could run-walk my way to the finish. Which is what I did. When I reached the mile 20 sign I pulled over to the side and walked for a few seconds. I looked over at another guy who did the same thing and said, "I promised myself I could walk if I made it to 20." He laughed and said, "So did I".

The course at this point wasn't particularly nice. We'd left the fun lights of the Strip but weren't quite in the historic downtown area of Vegas. Row after row of sketchy furniture stores, houses with bars on the windows and barking dogs in the front yards, and bail bond shops lined the route. Even the darkness couldn't hide the ugliness.

But I only had 6 more miles. I decided I'd run until I saw the next mile marker and then walk for a few seconds. I still couldn't find my groove because of all the people and at one point I almost got clotheslined by a woman reaching across the course to high five a spectator. Gah!!!

Somewhere near mile 21 I heard someone behind me. "Pace group coming through! Make a hole!" I turned on a guy running next to me. "What pace group is that?"

"4:15," he said.

Are you serious? Did I really stay ahead of the 4:15 pace group until mile 21? I had a fleeting image of sticking with them for the last 5 miles but knew it wasn't going to happen as they pulled away from me.

Around mile 23 I looked up and realized that my some of my "bridal party" was right in front of me taking a walk break. I never in a million trillion years thought I would catch up to them. They're sub-4:00 marathoners! But they were taking this one easy. "Go on!" they shouted. "You look great!!"

I still felt pretty great and that adrenaline boost was awesome. In fact, the adrenaline of the whole race was probably the only thing that kept my mind off the fact that my under arms and under my fuel belt were chafing all to hell even with the Vaseline I tried to slather on somewhere around mile 20 or 21. My speed burst lasted until mile 24 when I took a fairly extended walk break to drink two cups of water. I wanted to give those last few miles my all. Plus, most of the water stations looked abandoned and bombed out so I had to walk almost the full length of one to find someone who actually had water.

The Mandalay Bay loomed in the night sky and it felt like it was never going to get closer. Finally, we turned a corner and followed a driveway to the convention center area behind the hotel. I saw the finish line lit up and I pushed up a small hill. I could see the clock said 4:26:something and I threw my arms in the air.

I'd done it. I'd broken 4:30 in a marathon. I was ecstatic. My legs, however, were pretty much done. I started to stumble and a lovely medical tent volunteer grabbed me right up. She gave me water and a salt packet and I started to feel a little better. I got my medal and found my friends who'd finished a few minutes behind me.

Then the real "fun" began. We got our Mylar blankets and tried to find our way to the indoor gear check. The crowd was ridiculous. Hoards of people mobbing the food and water tables. The wind picked up and chilled us to the bone. There was a bottleneck at the post-race photo station that we managed to skirt around and then it was like a herd of cattle trying to move our way to the exit gate. Finally we made it inside where we found the rest of our party and tried to recover.

I felt pretty "off". A little nauseous, very headachy, stiff, and cold. Jason played his spectator role flawlessly and made sure I got whatever I needed. After about an hour of recovering we ventured back outside with our Eagle Scout "groom" leading the way to the shuttle buses.

Apparently if you read a lot of other race reports you'll see that the inside of the Mandalay Bay became standing room only with people passing out, puking, and a general scene of chaos. We missed all of that. We walked right outside, crossed the half marathon route, and got on a shuttle bus that took us back to the Venetian all in less than 30 minutes.

This race definitely had some logistical problems that put a big black mark on a lot of people's experiences. I'm one of the few who managed to PR in that sea of runners and one of the few who apparently missed the chaos of exiting Mandalay Bay and finding a shuttle. The course, other than the Strip, isn't particularly scenic and even on the Strip you sometimes feel like you're running through a drunken frat party.

All in all, though, it was a great weekend for me. Sure, I didn't have a typical Vegas experience as our post-race party involved sitting around with my friends in our comfy clothes drinking leftover champagne in a hotel suite but, to be honest, that was the perfect ending to the day. I ran this race to be with my friends and that's what I got.

Well, that and a medal. And that medal? Yeah, it glows in the dark.

Las Vegas Marathon by snmnstrz21 at Garmin Connect - Details

Milwaukee Lakefront Marathon Race Report

I don't even know where to begin. When I told people in my running club that I was doing Milwaukee I got a lot of "Oh, that race is great!" and "That's one of my favorite races!" comments. Having only ever run one other marathon I had no idea what would constitute a great marathon for me.

I'd heard varying things about the course. It's hilly, it's not so hilly. There are no spectators, spectator support is great. I honestly had no idea what to expect and didn't even look up any other race reports online until Thursday or Friday of last week. The only thing I heard consistently was "Watch out for the downhill at mile 23."

At the last minute (i.e. Saturday evening) I decided I wanted a knee brace for my left knee. I figured I'd rather be safe than sorry and I knew I could always ditch it at an aid station or mile marker and pick it up after the race. Just one of the perks they advertised at this race. Kim and I did a three mile run on Saturday night just to shake out our legs and the knee brace was fine after some adjusting.

So at 4:00 AM on Sunday we got up and met our ride at 5:00. Since this course is a point-to-point race we had to get to the start and have someone pick us up at the finish. Thanks to an offer of a carpool from one of Kim's running club buddies our husbands got to sleep in and meet us during the later miles.

I stepped out of the car at the start and immediately began to wonder if I'd under-dressed. A tank top and shorts felt pretty chilly in the 40^oF morning. Thank goodness for my throw away jacket and gear check! After a quick port-a-potty stop and some last minute race prep I shed my warm-up pants and we walked to the start line.

Much different than Chicago! I could see the actual start line. The race directors had a sense of humor with pace signs that ranged from "Under 2:02" (the world record marathon time is 2:03:38, FYI) to "Same Day" and the atmosphere, while buzzing with energy, felt more laid back. We positioned ourselves just in front of the 5:00 hour pacer since we thought this would keep us from going out too fast and since our goal was just to finish under 5 hours. I did a few stretches and then it was time to run!

I wish I could give you a mile by mile play by play but I can't. Actually, you're probably happy about that. Anyway, I remember ditching my jacket at mile 1. I remember how beautiful the trees looked as we ran through wooded rural areas. I remember that we could see everyone's breath in the morning air. I remember that our husbands texted Kim to say they'd see us just before mile 12.

I remember thinking we might be running too fast so we kept telling ourselves to slow down. Didn't want to waste all my energy early, a mistake I learned from at Chicago.

I remember smiling. I remember thinking about how much fun I was having. My hip didn't hurt. My knee didn't hurt. My shin didn't hurt. I was in awe at how great I felt. We passed the 4:40 pace group around mile 8 and they never caught us again.

We took our scheduled walk breaks every two miles and occasionally stopped at water stations to fill up our fuel belts. I took my shot bloks every two miles and switched to alternating regular ones with caffeinated ones at mile 10. I hammed it up for Jason and Kim's husband Steven when we saw them on the course.

Kim and I talked but I don't remember what we talked about. We checked in with one another every so often and we both seemed to be doing fine. I would say that with the exception of one short steep uphill the rest were so mild as to not be noticeable unless you pushed yourself too hard. There were some downhills, though, but I'm strong on downhills so I barely even noticed.

At some point we left the wooded and rural areas and ended up in more residential neighborhoods or running along slightly more major streets. This part wasn't as pretty but every so often you would catch a glimpse of Lake Michigan behind the houses and I would marvel at how beautiful it looked with the sun sparkling on it.

The majority of the course was shaded so it really was the best of both worlds. A beautiful sunny fall day that was cool and shady enough that I felt great. The spectators were great, too. Not too many that it felt overwhelming, but enough that you got good support. We heard "Go Team Purple!" and "Go Twins!" a lot. People may think wearing matching outfits is cheesy, but I think it's great.

Eventually we came across two of Kim's running club friends who were out cheering for us in the later miles. One of them ran with us for almost a full mile which I think gave Kim a much needed boost and made the mile go by really quickly for me.

We saw our husbands again near mile 22. "How are you doing?" Jason asked. "GREAT!" I replied, grinning like a fool. I really was. Just four more miles, I thought. That's nothing. The downhill at mile 23.5 wasn't even that bad. Not the "quad-killer" I'd been told it was.

Kim was starting to flag, though, and I did my best to tow her along. I kept thinking it was too bad we weren't tied together like the "Jennipede" that was taking place during this race. 64 people tied together trying to break the world record for most people chained together to finish a marathon. They were raising money to support Jenny Crain, an elite runner who was hit by a car and suffered serious brain trauma.

Eventually Kim told me to go ahead. She was running a great pace but my legs wanted to go faster. I felt horrible for leaving her but thought if I was in front and she could still see me that I would be her rabbit. The last two miles were the only time I started to feel a little tired but I think that's because we were running in the full sun. Kim caught me at the last aid station and we walked for a bit together at mile 25. I didn't really need to but I thought it would help her out. I already knew I was going to blow my original goal out of the water and that's all that mattered to me.

Then at mile 25.5 a volunteer was calling out times. Throughout the course the volunteers at the mile markers would tell you what your finish time would be if you kept up that pace. When the volunteer at 25.5 shouted out "4:32!" I thought, "Oh my god. Does that mean I could finish in 4:32? I started almost two miles after the clock started. Could I finish sub-4:30???" And I took off.

I crossed the finish line feeling great.

In fact, I felt amazing. I didn't leave the finish chute right away but instead waited for Kim to finish. When I saw her a minute or so behind me I cheered my heart out and grabbed her in a huge hug when she crossed the mat.

Post-race I didn't even feel that bad. I actually felt worse after Ragnar. I mean, I was tired and my feet were sore but it was nothing compared to Chicago. No tears of exhaustion. No leg pain. No state of delirium. Just pure elation. I wanted to break 5 hours. 4:45 seemed like a good dream goal. To finish in 4:36:58 seemed unreal.

Now I know why so many people said good things about this race. Maybe I'd feel that way about any race if it went as well as it went on Sunday, but perhaps there's a little bit of magic in Milwaukee.

If only that magic would extend to making the huge blister on my right big toe go away we'd really be in business. But, really, if a huge blister and sore calves and hips is all I have to give for a day that will go down as one of the best in my life? I'll gladly pay it.

Milwaukee Lakefront Marthon by snmnstrz21 at Garmin Connect - Details

P.S. You can also read Kim's report here.

Chicago Marathon Race Report

At mile 24 I saw the following sign:

You are no longer just a runner. You are now a MARATHONER.

I am now a marathoner. But it wasn't easy.

Kim and I went to the expo on Saturday afternoon to get our bibs and shirts and to check out the booths. My favorite part? The free commemorative photo:




After that it was home for dinner and last minute race prep. Kim and I watched Spirit of the Marathon which is about six runners running the Chicago Marathon. A little inspiration, no?

I could not fall asleep on Saturday night. Finally, after about 5 hours of sleep I dragged myself out of bed and choked down my usual bagel with peanut butter. Then it was off to the train to meet up with some people from my running group.

Jacob and I had run our 20 miler together so we planned to run the marathon together as well.



The start areas were crowded and chaotic but that's what happens when you cram 40,000+ people plus spectators into one area. Thankfully I was able to get into my office building which is near the start so we could use the restrooms there instead of the portapotties. Gear check was a breeze, as well, and before we knew it we were saying good luck to Kim and Jacob and I took our place in the start corral.

We ambitiously placed ourselves near the 4:30 pace group. That means we hoped to finish in 4 hours and 30 minutes. For reference, my original goal when I started this whole thing was to do it under 5 hours but when my 20 mile run went so well I started thinking maybe 4:45 or even 4:30.

Ominously, when I picked up pace bands for friends at the expo the day before the guy handing them out told me that because of the heat everyone should expect to add at least 30 minutes to their goal finish time. I sort of blew him off but, like in any good story, there was some foreshadowing going on.

The race started at 7:30 and it took us about 17 minutes to cross the start line. I texted Jason so he could start keeping track and we were off!

The first mile went by in a flash and before I knew it we were at mile 2 and approaching the first spot where Jason told me he would be. We turned a corner near my office building and I saw Jason and then my parents. And although this photo didn't turn out great, I think it probably embodies the craziness of the first few miles.



As we headed north of downtown the sun came out to play and I could feel the air heating up. We cruised through the miles feeling pretty much on pace and to the tune of "Eye of the Tiger" as well as thousand of screaming spectators. I was still feeling good and strong as I walked at the 10K mark and took my first Shot Bloks.

At mile 8 Jacob needed a restroom break so I stopped with him. The sun was starting to take its toll on me and he wasn't feeling so great either. But we knew his family was up ahead and mine was at mile 11 so we soldiered on.

He saw his family and a few miles later I saw mine.





Let me tell you: knowing that you have spectators out there cheering and waiting just for you is such a great motivator. When Jacob looked at me at mile 12 and told me I should go on without him I knew that my family was going to be even more important.

That sun was brutal and I was fading fast. When I hit the halfway point I really had to give myself a pep talk.

"Jason and my parents and my brother are at mile 17. I just need to make it to them."

"My running group is at the mile 18 aid station. I need them to see me running strong."

"If I can make it to 18 then I can totally finish this thing."

The pep talk worked for a bit but after that my pace went to hell and I decided that I wasn't even going to worry about it. Although, I have to admit, I really wanted to keep the average under 11 minutes/mile. But when I saw it creep closer to 12 I forced myself not to care.

My mom says when they saw me near mile 17 I gave her a look that essentially said "shut the f@%# up." I promise you I was probably trying to smile. It probably came out more like a grimace.



Still, it was really exciting to see my brother and my husband scouting for me from a distance.





The crowd got a little quieter until I hit the mile 18 aid station. By this time I was doing a random run/walk pattern and searching out all the people with hoses, electronics be damned!



I was walking through all the aid stations as well as a tenth of a mile after every mile marker. As I walked through mile 18 I saw several people from the running group and stopped to talk to a couple of them. They agreed with me that it was hot and that's when Geri looked down and realized I had goosebumps. "Drink more!" she ordered. "Get going!" Yes, ma'am.

I wasn't expecting to see anyone else I knew until after mile 20. When you wear your name on your shirt lots of people yell it. Lots of people say, "Go Erin! You got this! Looking good!" and such. I always tried to wave and smile at anyone who shouted my name but I never recognized them. Imagine my surprise when, in the middle of mile 19, I hear someone scream my name and I look up to see someone from work! I might have been walking at that point but it gave me a much needed boost.

Someone at some point near there had been handing out orange slices but by the time I got there they were no more. Just tons of orange slices on the ground and the smell of oranges in the air. I would have killed someone for a nice, cold orange slice right then. I was so tired of Gatorade and water (both of which I was drinking at every aid station) and my Shot Bloks. I also saw someone eating an icy pop. I would have killed for one of those, too.

I was hoping to see my family near mile 21 but when I texted them at mile 20 (while walking) they said they would miss me. Darn. But mile 21 was so crazy with the people and dragons (yes, dragons) in Chinatown that I didn't even notice. I also didn't even notice that I was now running further than I had ever gone before. I never once let that thought cross my mind.

I finally got a text from Jason that said they were at the 40K mark. Being an American who is bad at math I had no idea what mile marker that was. So on I trudged. I thought about texting back that it was now quite the death march but I didn't want to scare them. Although my knee had been holding up quite well it started to hurt when I walked but I was so hot and tired that sometimes I had to grit my teeth and walk through the pain.

Miles 22-23 were not pleasant. When I saw the 35K marker at mile 22 I realized I had 3 more miles before I would see my family. The sun was beating down on us. I saw more people walking than running. My goal time was shot. But it was at that point that I realized I was going to finish this thing.

At mile 24 the DJ was playing what sounded like Pink Floyd's "Another Brick in the Wall" which made me laugh. If there was a wall to hit I hit it long before mile 24. He also admonished us that there was a woman up ahead who'd done an Ironman 4 weeks before and were we going to let her beat us??

And that's when I saw the sign telling me I was going to be a marathoner. I got a little choked up and had to fight back the emotional anxiety-induced asthma. Instead I thought about what I was going to say when I saw my parents in another mile.

"You've got this!" my mom screamed as I approached the 40K sign.

I slapped her hand. "It won't be pretty, but I'm GONNA DO THIS!" I screamed.

If you need evidence of what a good spectator interaction can do for you, just watch me look strong when I feel like hell.



I ran until the 800 meter sign. Just twice around the track, I told myself. But I stopped to walk to gather up my strength. When I could see the big screen tv just before the hill up to the finish line I started running again. I wanted to see myself running on tv, not walking.

I turned the corner onto the hill and tackled that thing. This isn't so bad, I thought to myself. Just a little bit longer than the overpass I run by my house. No big deal. And then I turned the final corner and I could see it.

THE FINISH LINE



I can't wait to see my official finish line photos. I threw my hands up and opened my mouth in a silent scream. I'd done it. I made it 26.2 miles. I was a freaking marathoner!!

I had no idea what my time was. My Garmin died shortly after I crossed the finish line. I was stumbling around looking for ice for my knee and wondering where to get my medal.

Finally, after getting my medal I realized that there was no more ice. I got a ton of texts all in the space of a minute. Jason asking me where to meet. Friends saying congrats. I was hot and tired and I wanted nothing more than to sit down but I knew I needed to get to the runner reunite area. And that's when I started to cry. I stood there for a minute and tried to compose myself before continuing the walk to meet my family.

My final time? 5:14:10. 30 minutes off my revised, not-as-ambitious-as-4:30 goal pace. That guy at the expo was right.

When I made it to the meeting spot my mom gave me a big hug. And she took one look at me and said, "It's okay. Let it out." I'm not ashamed to admit I bawled. Not out of sadness. Just out of pure exhaustion, frustration, and a total feeling of being overwhelmed. After a few minutes, a cold cloth wrap for my knee (still no ice, though) and finally getting to sit down I felt better although I had a killer headache. I knew I should eat something but absolutely nothing sounded good. So, while my parents headed back to their hotel, I got a massage instead.

While in the massage tent I saw Jacob walk by! "JACOB!" I screamed. I honestly didn't think he was going to finish the marathon so when I saw the medal around his neck I practically jumped off the massage table to hug him.

When I left the massage tent Kim was waiting for me. Sweaty hugs were exchanged all around and we posed for some photos.







We also discussed how when each of us came upon the Eiffle Tower guy we decided we were NOT going to let him beat us. I mean, could you let yourself be passed by this?



Didn't think so.

Today my quads are so sore it feels better to walk down the stairs backwards. My knee aches some when I bend or straighten my leg. My shoulders and upper back are sore. My calves still feel like they have rocks in them. But I'm up, I'm walking and I freaking finished a marathon.




I am so thankful for every single person who shouted my name either in person or virtually. For my friends who trained with me for the past 18 weeks. For my husband who made dinner when I had to run and who ran around the city of Chicago to support me on the big day. For my parents and my brother who came out to cheer. I couldn't have done this without all of you.

Now, who's ready for the next one?*



*Preferably somewhere colder

P.S. Huge thanks to Kim for several of these photos.

P.S. And a big thanks to my friend Rae for sending me the 26.2 car magnet.

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Activity Route: -- Elev. Avg: 592 ft Location: -- Elev. Gain: +4 ft Date: 10/10/10 Up/Downhill: [+433/-429] Time: 07:47 AM Difficulty: 3.5 / 5.0 Performance Distance: 26.68 miles Time: 5:13:53 Speed: 5.1 mph Pace: 11' 46 /mi Calories: 3066 Map   Elevation (ft)   Pace (min/mile)   Splits Mile Pace (min/mile) Speed (mph) Elevation Gain actual +/- avg actual +/- avg 1 10' 33 -1' 13 5.7 +0.6 -6 ft 2 8' 51 -2' 55 6.8 +1.7 +10 ft 3 9' 30 -2' 16 6.3 +1.2 0 ft 4 9' 57 -1' 49 6.0 +0.9 -10 ft 5 9' 53 -1' 53 6.1 +1.0 +10 ft 6 10' 21 -1' 25 5.8 +0.7 -3 ft 7 10' 44 -1' 02 5.6 +0.5 -3 ft 8 9' 53 -1' 53 6.1 +1.0 0 ft 9 13' 00 +1' 14 4.6 -0.5 +6 ft 10 11' 14 -0' 32 5.3 +0.2 +3 ft 11 11' 29 -0' 17 5.2 +0.1 -6 ft 12 10' 32 -1' 14 5.7 +0.6 -6 ft 13 11' 41 -0' 05 5.1 +0.0 +10 ft 14 9' 56 -1' 50 6.0 +0.9 -13 ft 15 11' 34 -0' 12 5.2 +0.1 +9 ft 16 12' 26 +0' 40 4.8 -0.3 -3 ft 17 11' 28 -0' 18 5.2 +0.1 -3 ft 18 12' 49 +1' 03 4.7 -0.4 +7 ft 19 13' 45 +1' 59 4.4 -0.7 0 ft 20 12' 44 +0' 58 4.7 -0.4 +3 ft 21 13' 21 +1' 35 4.5 -0.6 -6 ft 22 12' 37 +0' 51 4.8 -0.3 +3 ft 23 13' 21 +1' 35 4.5 -0.6 -10 ft 24 13' 23 +1' 37 4.5 -0.6 +10 ft 25 13' 51 +2' 05 4.3 -0.8 0 ft 26 13' 28 +1' 42 4.5 -0.6 +3 ft end 11' 33 -0' 13 5.2 +0.1 +7 ft Versus average of 11' 46 min/mile

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