"It was the best of times. It was the worst of times."The opening lines from 'A Tale of Two Cities' is very appropriate for my running of the Las Vegas R&R Marathon.

This past summer I had thought to run my 10th marathon at the Okanagan Marathon on 10.10.10. But leading up to the event I had been sick and wasn't ready. So instead we decided to try a destination event, and signed up for the R&R series event in Las Vegas. Unfortunately, as happens, I had a knee injury 6 weeks out of Vegas and was unable to properly train. It was only in the week before that was just starting to be able to run pain free. And even then, I was only able to run once or twice a week.
I had hoped to try and qualify for Boston. That's one reason for trying Vegas. It's a fast & flat course. And until I was hurt, my training times and other results were encouraging. But heading into Vegas I considered the options. Do I not start? Worst case. If the knee was hurting I could always just stop at the half way point as it went right past the start finish line. Maybe... Be smart I thought. IMC is the "A" event. No sense doing damage. But realistically, I had let go of the Boston idea. I was so under trained.
The morning weather was perfect. Almost too good. It was sunny, temperature around mid 40's °F, and going into the mid 60's °F, and no wind. Fantastic! I had dressed for a bit of a chill to start, in a vest & long sleeves. Too much. Could have ditched the vest, and wish now I had.
I set out on a pace by feel, and my pace was good. First 10km in just over 50 min. I passed the 3hr40 pace bunny, and happened up next on the 3hr35, which is my qual time. I stuck with them for the entire route. Passing the half mark we were right on time, or maybe a half minute ahead. Wow! Maybe?!? Stuck with this small pack right up until about 32km when they dropped back a bit on a small hill. I thought they'd catch right back up, but they stayed a short bit back.
I had never "hit the wall" before, but now I know what it's like. At about 36km or 37km my legs got so heavy. They were tight, and were screaming "walk". My pace slowed, and I ended up taking 2 short walks. I knew my time was still close, so I tried to push on. I recall once saying to myself "No you will not walk. You have never been this close to Boston. Keep going!" And even as I told myself "No walking" my legs stopped running. It was like I looked at my legs as if they were someone else altogether, and said to them "Why are you walking? I told you not to!" I counted to 15 and started to run. But the pace was slower than the 5:05 needed.
The last 2 km were so hard! I can usually just "gut out" that much. But there was nothing in the legs. They just could not move any faster. I passed the 26 mile marker and the finish line looked so far away. Run damn it! After I saw 1 - 2 minutes left to my max time I didn't want to peek any more at the watch. I crossed the line, stopped the watch. Looked. Re-looked.
Official time: 3:36:31
Boston qualifying time: 3:35:59 (max)
The Best of Times: I had a new Personal Best at the marathon by 9 minutes!
The Worst of Times: I had missed my Boston time by a mere 32 seconds.
Given all the issues leading up to the race, and how I had told myself I'd let go of Boston, I have to be happy with the result! But as anyone who runs and ever thinks of qualifying knows... missing by 32 seconds sucks!
But the event was great. Bret Michaels was the concert headliner. And the weekend was great. I had a new PB. And I now know I can do the qualifying time if I am better trained. So I will keep looking at the Best of Times. And (eventually) the Worst of Times will fade away to nothing more than a good story.