Race Report: 2011 Ogden Marathon

05.23.2011 | 1:30 pm

I had a beautiful plan for training for and racing the 2011 Ogden Marathon. And that plan was, “pretend like it’s not really going to happen.”

And I followed that plan to a T. Which is to say, ever since completing (more or less) the NYC Marathon, I haven’t run more than once a week. And when I’ve run, it’s usually been for between three and six miles. Until a week ago or so, when The Runner made me go out on a nine-mile trail run, to see whether I had a chance of surviving the marathon at all.

I finished feeling OK, but we both knew that what mattered for this particular race was that she do well. We’d start together (with me way too far in front for where I really belonged), I’d do my best to run with her for the first mile, and then she’d wait for me for an hour or so at the finish line.

It was a good plan.

The Day Before the Race

Then, on Friday morning — the day before the race — I woke up with a sore throat. I know the difference between sore throats due to a night of open-mouth snoring (I’m afraid I get those all too often) and a sore throat due to a cold. This was definitely a cold.


I didn’t honestly care very much on my own behalf whether I had a cold. I’ve had colds before during races and I know that I can pretty much push through them. In fact, while I’m exercising a lot of the cold symptoms will disappear.

But I did care about The Runner catching my cold. This race was to be the marathon she used to qualify for the 2012 Boston Marathon. She couldn’t be running it with a cold.

Knowing that The Runner was already dealing with pre-race jitters and had enough on her mind, I made an executive decision: I would not tell her I had a cold, but would instead try to keep my contagion to myself (literally and mentally).

So I consciously washed my hands constantly, and stopped the newlywed handholding and such. When The Runner asked if I was OK, I just told her I was preoccupied with the race.

Meanwhile, I couldn’t breathe and I felt like I had a fever.

Finally, about 9:00pm, The Runner (aka The Nurse) said, “Something’s wrong with you. Tell me what it is.”

“OK,” I said, “I’ve got a cold.”

“Well, hopefully I won’t catch it by tomorrow morning,” she said, since she is a rational adult.

I set the alarm clock for 3:45, we each took 2.5mg of Ambien, I blew my nose about a hundred times (strangely and helpfully, our schwag bags included full-size boxes of Kleenex), and we were gone.

IMG_2124.jpgRace Prep

Here’s a shocker: I don’t like waking up at 3:45am. When you’re awakened at that time, your mind races and you can’t help but briefly think it must be because of an emergency.

Then you remember: it’s because you’re going to be racing soon.

And then you wish you could go back to having been awakened because it’s an emergency.

At least I didn’t feel as awful as I had Friday night. My throat was still sore, but just in a background way. I wasn’t coughing, and while my nose was all stuffed up, I knew that would clear up and stay clear when I started running.

Also, for the first time in what seems like forever, we had a forecast for good weather. Partly sunny, mid-60s. Not much wind.

I suited up: the fantastic Pearl Izumi shorts, shoe and socks I scored as part of the Team Fatty at NYC adventure last year, along with a Fat Cyclist running shirt, and a long-sleeve shirt I bought at a used clothes store with the intention of discarding it when I passed an aid station.

As we dressed, The Runner gave me an out.

“You don’t have to do this race,” she said. “You haven’t trained, and you’re sick. You’ve got a good excuse.”

I admit: I was tempted. But I know myself well enough to know that I would have spent the day feeling miserable, hating myself for taking the easy way out, wondering how I would have done if I would have toughed it out, and trying to figure out a way to spin quitting into a good story for the blog.”

“I’m going to do it,” I said. “Just don’t be too surprised if you have to wait for a very long time at the finish line.”

The Dubious Perks of Being a VIP

We drove to the general area for where we were supposed to board the buses, parked, and then walked to where we were supposed to board the VIP bus (Read here if you don’t know why we were VIPs).

There was no bus.

We looked around and walked around and then we saw it: down and across the street: our buses. We walked over and got our VIP breakfasts (half a bagel, a cup of apple juice, a packet of Swedish Fish), and were told we could not get on the bus, because they were not sure it was the right bus.

So we waited.

After a few minutes, we were told to walk to a third location, which — due to some confusion — is where our buses actually were. We did, and got onto our bus.

Then, five minutes later, we were told that this, too, was not our actual bus, and that we needed to get on yet a different bus.

This, as it turned out, was in fact the actual bus.

We sat down and I ate my Swedish Fish. I like candy.

A final note on the bus and our VIP-ness: I have never tried to use a back-of-the-bus potty before, but found to my surprise that a surprising amount of heat flows upward from the toilet itself, perhaps as a disincentive to hang around and read the newspaper.

The Last I See of The Runner

As we stood in line, waiting for the run to begin, I reviewed the plan the Runner had put together for me to survive this marathon. It will help to refer to the elevation profile:


The first seven miles, she told me, are downhill. I should try to imagine coasting for this part of the race, letting gravity carry me down, and try not to walk for anything but a quick drink and something to eat.

From mile seven to twenty, she told me, the course would be mostly flat. Here’s where I should put my “mile / minute” tactic into play: run a mile, walk a minute.

Then, finally, the last six miles are primarily downhill. Try to let gravity carry me the best I could.

OK, sounds good.

“I’ll see you in five hours or so,” I told The Runner. “Now go kick this marathon’s butt.”

We started, and my plan to stay with The Runner for the first mile immediately disappeared as she shot forward and nearly out of sight. I stepped up my pace to the redline, caught her, and hollered, “Good luck!” before she dropped me again, this time for good.

That’s OK. The fact that she’s so much faster than me was encouraging. I knew she’d have a good race.

I Settle Into What Will Have to Pass for a Groove

At mile 1, I saw a row of porta-potties. Strangely — for mile 1 anyway — I already need to use one. Ordinarily, I would put it off, thinking that stopping so soon in a race is a terrible idea.

Then I remind myself: I’m not racing, not really. I take care of my business and run back into the fray.

And now I have no idea where in the flow of runners I am. I can no longer see the stick with balloons on it for the 3:30 group, and I suspect the 3:45 group would have passed as well. Who knows, maybe the 4:00 group has, too.

I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter. I don’t have a GPS or even a watch on. I’m just going to go the pace I can go.

I turn on my iPod Shuffle — something I normally don’t use, but I knew I’d be running alone — and try to let gravity carry me.

I watch the raging river beside me. I look at the mountains ahead. I stare at the sky, sunny for the first time in ever.

To my surprise, I’m enjoying myself.

Not until the race results are published do I find that for this first seven mile stretch, I ran an 8:01 pace. About as fast as I’ve ever run, and for sure faster than I’ve ever run more than a mile.

Change of Plans

I don’t feel the need to drink or eat anything when I hit the seven mile marker, which is where the course has leveled off, so I keep going. By mile 9, I’m ready for something. Banana, Powerade. I walk from the beginning to the end of the aid station as I eat, and then I’m off again.

By mile 10, my nips are hurting. I know what this means, and what I should have done to prevent this problem. Oh well, nothing to do but keep going.

I eat and walk again at mile 11, this time Powerade and an energy gel.

From then on, I walk every aid station, drinking a cup of Powerade and alternating a banana and energy gel. I know what works for me; my stomach never complains the whole run or after.

We ran around a lake in the country, the sun warm, the air calm. I hit the 13th mile — the halfway point — feeling just fine, enjoying the view, taking my time.

I did not know I was — on this fairly flat section of the course — running at an 8:48 pace. Had I known, I would have panicked and backed off, thinking I was heading for a full-on meltdown.

But the meltdown never came.

At mile 15, I was not at all surprised when a group caught me and then surged by — I had been being passed by people all day.

What did surprise me, though, was that this was the group hanging with the 3:45 pace runner.


I was 15 miles into a run and was just now being passed by the 3:45 group?

Suddenly, my objective changed. I no longer wanted to finish when I finished. I wanted to surprise The Runner by crossing the line a full hour faster than either of us expected me to.

On the spot, I decided I would do my best to hang with the 3:45 group for a mile or two, then let them ease away, but slowly, with the intent of letting them put about a minute per mile on me for the rest of the race.

If I could do that, I’d be looking at a 3:57 finish, maybe 3:58 if I started hurting toward the end.

Oh The Pain

As I told myself I would, I hung onto the 3:45 group ’til somewhere past the mile 16 marker. Then they dropped me, not so much because I let them go as because there was nothing I could do but let them go.

I chugged along, entertaining myself with how surprised The Runner would be when I finished in four hours instead of five.

By mile 17, though, it was obvious that relative to everyone around me, I was slowing down. Group after group caught and passed me. Few people talking. Only energy for moving forward.

A group of 10-12 runners engulfed me. All of them women. I wondered, briefly, if my male ego should feel injured by this. I decided that, as a man whose wife was probably two miles ahead of him at that moment, it should not.

I hit mile 20, which is when the road turns down again.

And that hurt. A lot.

Mostly the constant pounding hurt my quads, except for maybe it hurt my calves more. And also the jarring hurt my back. And my neck, too. Oh, and my nips. Especially my nips. I was pretty sure I had rubbed them clean off. And if you look at this picture which I have cleverly not embedded in the main story body because it is a very disturbing image, you will see that I had, in fact, pretty much rubbed them completely off.

OK, I was hurting everywhere.

I noticed, though, people were stopping and walking. Stretching. Clearly trying to cope with pain of their own.

Somehow, knowing that the pain was just part and parcel of the course — not something I alone was experiencing — made it easier to cope with. I may have been hurting, but at least I wasn’t being hurt unfairly.

I started thinking more and more about The Runner. How was her race going? Was she going to finish with a qualifying time? Was her hip bothering her?

The sooner I finished the race, the sooner I’d know. That spurred me on. As it turns out, from mile 20-23, I ran an 8:47 pace.

Meanwhile, I devised a clever trick to help me make it from one mile to the next. I called it, “Three songs is a mile.”

This game was incredibly helpful, since it took, on average, three songs for me to run a mile. As I got to mile 21, 22, 23, it seemed like the miles stretched on forever; it was useful to be able to tell myself, “No, this is just the second song since the last mile marker. One more song after this one.”

Finally, I was at the last mile. Then the last half. And then I could see the finishing clock. It showed 3:59:20.

I had half a minute.

Without considering that this was showing gun time — not chip time — I broke into the best approximation I could of a sprint, and passed under the Finish line at 3:59:40. Or something like that.

My chip finish time? 3:58:20. I had just run a sub-4-hour marathon. At a 9:06 pace, overall. With a cold.

I could hardly wait to tell The Runner.

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I rushed to the tent where our drop bags were located, got my phone, and called The Runner.

No answer.

I texted her.

No reply.

I went into Panicky Mother Hen Mode. The Runner had not picked up her phone after the race! We had agreed we’d pick up our phones after the race to make it easy to contact and find each other! Does this mean that The Runner had not finished the race?

Was it possible that The Runner was lying in the medical tent at the finish line?

No, I checked.

But she could be in a medical tent on the course!

I ran around in circles, shouting things about the sky falling and stuff.

As it turns out, The Runner had finished her race in 3:41:45, qualifying for the Boston Marathon with time to spare. She just hadn’t picked up her phone yet because she didn’t think there’d be any reason she’d need it for an hour or so.

We found each other, collapsed into chairs, and began telling each other the stories of the day.

A Day Later

Yesterday, we could not make it up the stairs easily, and couldn’t make it down stairs without an assist from the rail. Today’s only a little bit worse. My quads have never hurt so much.

Also, yesterday we signed up for the Death Valley Trail Marathon on December 3 of this year. You should join us. It’ll be fun.



  1. Comment by Saso | 05.23.2011 | 2:02 pm

    You tend to surpass the expectations. Congrats.

  2. Comment by Liz | 05.23.2011 | 2:04 pm

    Wow, impressive performance despite the obstacles of ill health and lack of training. Congratulations! I used to volunteer at the finish line of a marathon and there is no way I would ever, ever, ever do such a thing, let alone in Death Valley, so sorry.

    What, no weight posted since 5/19? The marathon should have helped, no? Or are your legs too sore to climb on the scale?

    Oops, fell out of the habit. 166 today (!!!!!!!!). I’ll update the sidebar right now. – FC

  3. Comment by Florian | 05.23.2011 | 2:05 pm

    superawesome race report fatty!!!

  4. Comment by Jenni | 05.23.2011 | 2:09 pm

    Congrats! I’m glad you made the point about not running with the GPS or else you would have backed off your pace. I’d be exactly the same. Maybe I’ll try that sometime.

    Great job both of you!

  5. Comment by DCRainmaker | 05.23.2011 | 2:10 pm

    Awesome job – and very impressive. Funny how you play various games in your head on counting (songs as it may be) to keep ones mind off of the exact distance to the mile markers. I do much of the same. Usually mindless things like counting how many red shirt spectators I pass, or the like.


  6. Comment by Arizona Guy | 05.23.2011 | 2:28 pm

    Way to go rotund one.

    From close tracking on my Withings scale, I can assure you there is a 3 day surge in weight following a race. Whether it is the (medically justified)rehydration, or just the simple post race gorge ( I EARNED these 16 beers… and the I have more than burned off these calories. As a matter of fact, I ALSO earned a Deep Dish Pizza, and a big omelette the next day, and a few doughnuts).

    You will stabilize by about Wednesday.

    I may meet you in Death Valley…

  7. Comment by rabidrunner | 05.23.2011 | 2:33 pm

    Great job! By the way, we soooooooooo want you on our Wasatch Back team…. Yes, sooooooooooo, with all those extra OHs. Jilene and I have begun a sales campaign.

  8. Comment by Clancy | 05.23.2011 | 2:38 pm

    3M transpore tape. (Runner probably has stacks of it from her day job.) Less than an inch of length per. I can’t run more than 2 miles w/o it.

    I *wish* I could emulate your run training program.

  9. Comment by Steve CCC Bartolucci | 05.23.2011 | 2:42 pm

    GREAT !!!
    Got here because you TWEETED it!!

    Outstanding story & effort! Forwarded to my running wife & daughter.

  10. Comment by Christina | 05.23.2011 | 2:42 pm

    Once I realized I hadn’t been raptured, I signed on to check your results and I was totally impressed! Congratulations to you both :)

  11. Comment by Rick | 05.23.2011 | 2:43 pm

    amazing! I hope I can manage to do the same this weekend with a mere 10 mile trail race with the same level of training last week… :)

  12. Comment by Bridget | 05.23.2011 | 2:49 pm

    Nie work to you both! Your story almost made me miss running.

  13. Comment by zach in a cubicle | 05.23.2011 | 2:50 pm

    Nipple pic? Shudder Pain….
    Must find happy place.

  14. Comment by Meredith | 05.23.2011 | 2:51 pm

    One word: sandbagger. By the way, I found the joy in running without a watch or music late last year and I was one of those look at my watch fervently and time every song in my playlist depending on how I typically am feeling at certain points people. I find I tend to go a little longer or farther than planned now without even noticing until I see the clock when I get home. I’ve had 2 PR’s in half marathons this year.

  15. Comment by jilene | 05.23.2011 | 3:01 pm

    Fatty, Ragnar will be great training for leadville, your weight contest, and many more reasons… just wait and see why you and runner want to run ragnar:)

  16. Comment by LesleyG | 05.23.2011 | 3:06 pm

    Great report! Unfortunately I was one of the lucky ones that got to see a nip pic on Twitter. Made me want to send you some tape. :) Congrats, again, to you both!

  17. Comment by Susie | 05.23.2011 | 3:35 pm

    very nice. :)

  18. Comment by rex | 05.23.2011 | 3:40 pm


    This seems like the sort of thing you’d write about — the marriage of Gary Fisher.

  19. Comment by roan | 05.23.2011 | 3:48 pm

    It’ll be fun. HA !
    Better yet, tell me about it.

    BTW…PBS pH 7.4 or so works wonders on blood stains.
    Phosphate Buffered Saline…like magic. Sorry this is a little late, I’ve been sandbagging, something you do very well too.

  20. Comment by Heber Chad | 05.23.2011 | 3:51 pm

    Thank you thank you thank you for not embedding the picture you tweeted. Holy cow…no bueno! Congrats on a great run!

  21. Comment by Scott R | 05.23.2011 | 4:49 pm

    Great writeup.

    Dumb question for anyone else who has opened their 100MoN package – have you been able to get your Leverage episode? My email bounced, as if the account wasn’t set up yet – and figured I’d ask if anyone else knew what I’d done wrong.

  22. Comment by Zeeeter | 05.23.2011 | 4:52 pm

    Sorry, couldn’t bring myself to look – some things just can’t be un-seen.

    At least you’ve got the title of a new post – “Rapture of the Nips”. A whole new meaning I suspect! Very well done again to you both.

  23. Comment by Obstinate Roadie | 05.23.2011 | 5:10 pm

    Wow, running a marathon sounds really tedious. Time for my ride. Keep up the good work on the diet!

  24. Comment by Tes | 05.23.2011 | 5:46 pm

    What do you listen to on your ipod while running?

  25. Comment by Jim B | 05.23.2011 | 5:48 pm

    Wow, Shroud of Turin nipple photo. That is disturbingly painful even to look at.

  26. Comment by KM | 05.23.2011 | 7:06 pm

    Blah, blah, blah, running, whaaaa, I had to get up early,Boo-Hoo I’m achey now. That about sums it up doesn’t it. Oh well, what really matters is you’re up to 166lbs!!! Bwah, HA, HA!! I plan to un wrap that Superfly slowly and video every second. It’s mine all mine!!!!

  27. Comment by Kathleen@ForgingAhead | 05.23.2011 | 7:46 pm

    So happy for both you! That’s one amazing race Fatty!

  28. Comment by BamaJim | 05.23.2011 | 8:05 pm

    Unable to walk down stairs – sounds like my marathon experience. Good results for both of you.

  29. Comment by Bridget in Minnesota | 05.23.2011 | 8:17 pm

    Everything’s awesome except for your poor jersey. And, stuff.

  30. Comment by Clydesteve | 05.23.2011 | 11:52 pm

    ouch! great run, Fatty – I am very impressed, bud. By the run, very much, but also particularly by the pic. That is… well… you said it.
    Lisa – I am impressd by you, too, but because you met expectations – I already knew you were fit & fast!

    P.S. He does know about tape doesn’t he?

  31. Comment by Lomoco | 05.24.2011 | 6:14 am

    The nipple photo was disturbing. Yeah, I looked!

  32. Comment by Angie | 05.24.2011 | 7:51 am

    Great job! It’s amazing how you can go into it untrained and do so well, while other times obsessing and careful preparation does not always bring good results. Perhaps the relaxed attitude allows you to do your best? Perhaps you already have great fitness and you’ve been selling yourself short all this time?

  33. Comment by allison- Plantation, FL | 05.24.2011 | 8:03 am

    Hey Fatty. Congrats to you and the runner! BTW, perhaps you should refrain from pinning your race number to your nipples. Ouch, that is a painful picture!
    Good luck on your eight loss deadline!

  34. Comment by Rob L | 05.24.2011 | 8:04 am

    Awesome job on the solid finish Fatty! I swear I’ll take up running again…One of these days.

    dude, thanks for not in-line linking the shirt photo. That was pretty bad.

  35. Comment by Liz | 05.24.2011 | 10:51 am

    Great job Runner. You’ll both want to do this new marathon in Morgan County.


    Good luck

  36. Comment by MattC | 05.24.2011 | 10:52 am

    Don’t think I’ll go to the raptured ‘nip’ shot…that’s just TMI. Otherwise, great job you non-trainer you. Someday you might regret this non-training program that you have perfected…but you’re still a young’un & heal quicker…just know that it will slow down (the healing process), trust me. Sub-4 hour…you are crazy (in a good way). Way to go Fatty…and to the Runner, WAY TO GO!

  37. Comment by CRSonic | 05.24.2011 | 11:34 am

    Second the saline suggestion… It’s what hospitals use all the time. My mom had trouble with a picc line and got blood all over the arm of a white sweatshirt and it came right out! Congrats on your race!! I wish I could succeed with your training program!!!

  38. Comment by footfeathers | 05.25.2011 | 6:42 am

    Super for the Runner! I’m totally impressed with your race too. Seeing your nipples imbedded into the shirt gives me sweaty, nervous palms. Just registered for the Death Valley race (hadn’t even heard of it until seeing it on your site – sounds fun).
    Been enjoying your blog for a long time. Keep at it, Eldon!

  39. Comment by Justin | 05.26.2011 | 2:21 pm

    Great job. I’ll pray for a swift recovery for your nips. Ouch.

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