I am going to t/j my own thread to say WOW...not everyone knows how FAST that is, but it is really really fast, enough to win smaller local marathons, definitely in the top half-percent of all runners. I managed a 3:26:14 full and a 1:29:40 half...and then got back on my bike.
I'll continue with this t/j since it's a nice trip down memory lane for me as I often replay that last race in my head :)
I had researched the entrants in that race and figured I was probably good for 3rd.
There were two brothers from Arizona that were faster than I and I guessed that at least one was targeting sub 2:30 as he had come close in a couple previous races.
Sure enough, they both shot out ahead of the rest of us from the start. Turns out, after chatting with them post-race, they hit the half at 1:14:high. I ran in a pack of about 5 others for about 10 miles, but it dwindled down to just two of us (a local rival of mine and myself) by about mile 13.
I was still very sure I could outlast this last guy. This race was very flat and after the first 5 miles or so, consisted of an out to mile 16 and back; on the way out, I saw the two brothers still together, coming back.
I dropped the last guy shortly after mile 16 and had a lock on 3rd place, as I suspected. Right at mile 25, a buddy of mine, who wasn't with that original pack of 5 I mentioned, passed me, telling me as he went by, "You look great!"
I shot back, "WTF are you talking about? YOU look fantastic!" I mustered everything I thought I had left to keep up with him, because, well, I wanted 3rd badly! Not a chance...he put 40 seconds on me in the last 1.2 miles. I got 4th...crossed the line and immediately puked twice in the bushes. Ouch!
I congratulated him and sought the two brothers to find out how it went for their finish. The faster of the two broke down at the end and got 2:32 and the other REALLY tanked and got 2:38. He told me he was clocking near 8 minute miles and was taking really LONG looks back as he figured someone would roll up on him soon. If I had run the race I thought I could have, I would have gotten close, but in actuality never even got near enough to see him in the distance.
My buddy that got 3rd, hit the half about 40-50 seconds behind me and ran near dead-even half splits, whereas I ran 1:30 or so slower in the latter half.
I was told by another, later, that rival that ran with me until 16 was very set on 'teaching me a lesson' in that race; he was so angry when I dropped him, he apparently had a mental meltdown, started cursing at aid station crews, kicking things and eventually DNF. Childlike if you ask me.
The marathon is a tough beast; gotta have respect for both the race and your competition :)