I started out with a mate and we kept really good pace times of around 5:40 per km until about km 26 where my mate said for me to go on. We'd discussed beforehand if one of us is slowing, the other should carry on, so off I went. As I tried to get my pace and breathing back in check I noticed the 3hr 55min pacers ahead of me. If I was near those, a sub 4hrs was on the cards. For context my fastest time for the marathon was 4hrs 27mins! I knew the perils of 'blowing up' but I knew my training had been good. I dug in and found myself passing the 3:55 Pacers! This was unbelievable, I thought "this has 3hrs 50mins on the cards!" Then I hit mile 23/24 and the wall. I felt that feeling of empty legs. My race was done. My feet slapped on the tarmac like seals applauding. Slowly I tired and the pacers retook their position in front of me. "Just keep them close!" I told myself.
I summoned some reserves from somewhere, my heart rate sky rocketed, but I kept those pacers close enough for me to get myself across that line in 3hrs 57mins. A full 30 minutes faster on my PB.
Never again... Unit next time.