Did 4.25 today, outside, because it was sunny and in the low 40s. Woohoo! Did the route I call "Settle," which is 1 mile plus downhill to a paved bike trail (rolling hills for about 3/4s of a mile, and then back---which means the last mile is uphill. Felt pretty good but went slow anyway. Lots of wind in my face on the way back.
I'm including a picture of the shoes I wore today. I didn't wear them for St. Louis, but I did wear them for the Monkey Marathon. I like them except that the tongues are very short.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
The Trail I Run On
For today's run, I did a four miler that included a trip to the post office to mail my Christmas cards. After looking at last year's running log, it was exactly a year ago that I did almost the exact same thing, except I only ran 3 miles that day.
Then I came home, had some water and a GU, and headed out for a trail run. Wanted to do four miles but was pretty pooped out and only managed about three.
This is a pic of the flattest part of my trail run, in early fall two years ago when the leaves were still on the trees. Not like today. It warmed up from yesterday but there was still crunchy ice on parts of the trail, and other parts were quite muddy. I'll have to get some more recent pics up.
Then I came home, had some water and a GU, and headed out for a trail run. Wanted to do four miles but was pretty pooped out and only managed about three.
This is a pic of the flattest part of my trail run, in early fall two years ago when the leaves were still on the trees. Not like today. It warmed up from yesterday but there was still crunchy ice on parts of the trail, and other parts were quite muddy. I'll have to get some more recent pics up.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Running Resolutions
Did a little 3 miler on the treadmill, because it is in the low 20s and icy outside. Then I did 20 minutes of my Cathe Friedrich Core Max dvd---the second segment with the balance ball. One of my resolutions, which I've started keeping already, is to do an ab routine at least 3 times a week.
I don't really have any other running resolutions, except that I really would like to get some 20 milers in before a few of my marathons this coming year. But I do have a bunch of goals, including qualifying to join the Marathon Maniacs, and finishing that 50K race in Mt. Airy Forest later in the year.
I don't really have any other running resolutions, except that I really would like to get some 20 milers in before a few of my marathons this coming year. But I do have a bunch of goals, including qualifying to join the Marathon Maniacs, and finishing that 50K race in Mt. Airy Forest later in the year.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
The Treadmill Today
Skipped a local 5k race today due to snow (partly) and to avoid a creepy guy from the past (mostly). Of course, it turns out the snow kept the creepy guy away too, but maybe it was just as well I stayed home and ran on the mill. Did the Cathe Friedrich core/abs dvd afterwards (program #1). Then after Tommy got off the treadmill, I "assisted" him while he attempted the abs dvd for the first time. That was great fun!
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Jingle Bell 5k
Ran the Cincinnati-edition of this annual fundraiser for the Arthritis Foundation (a group near and dear to my heart, or at least, my knees) last Saturday morning. The race course is the same one used for one of our summer races, the Big K 5k, and it’s a favorite of mine because I set my 5k PR on it years ago.
The race starts and finishes at the Northern Kentucky Convention Center, just across the river from Cincinnati in Covington. You run out and around the block away from the convention center, cross over a bridge, do a mile loop around an industrial area of the city, and back over the bridge to the start.
My goal today was to break 26 minutes, but I didn’t know if I was up to it or not. To place in my age group last year you needed a 27, but most years you need to run a 24-25. I haven’t run this particular race in few years. The last time I did it was in 2003, when I walked it with my dog, Logan, about 6 weeks after my knee surgery.
Last time I ran the course was this past June, when I finished in 26:44. I did place in my age group at that one but this is a much bigger race, with about 1100 runners and walkers. OTOH, they also go pretty deep in the age group awards, so there was a chance I could get something depending on who else showed up.
This morning was not too bad a day for a 5k race: overcast with temps in the low 30s, but not much wind and no precipitation. Got there about 30 minutes before the race, parked in the garage across the street, visited the ladies room (got the stall next to my Congresswoman, seems like I always run into her in the bathroom at this race, what is up with that, at least she kept her feet inside her own stall ), checked out the post-race refreshments (Starbucks, M&M cookies, bananas, water and goetta---no goetta for me!), tied my jingle bells on my shoes and then went out for a 10 minute warm-up jog around the block.
Felt pretty good on my jog. Finished up just in time to line up at the start. Chatted with old friend and former co-worker David J., who told me of some recent heart attack scares he had experienced (docs have given him a clean bill of health but is that a guarantee?). Then some woman came up to me and asked me if this was my “first one.” What is it about me that always attracts these people? Do I really look like I have never done this before? Am I that fat?
So I tell her, no, it’s not, but I haven’t done it in a few years. She starts yakking about the Thanksgiving Day 10k race and asks me if I did that one and I explain that I did another race some place else because I was out of town. And then she asks me about the race next week, am I going to do that one, and I say I am signed up but don’t know yet if I am going to do it. I guess I should have asked her about herself, and I might have done so but at that point I was rescued by the appearance of another old friend, Bob P.
Bob shows me his Garmin, and we discuss my progress towards the 50 states. Bob is now working on volunteering at marathons in all 50 states. It still surprises me when I show up at a race, no matter where it is, and I don’t see Bob there in some capacity.
And then we’re off. For once, I am lined up in the right place and it takes no time at all to cross the start line. Also don’t have to spend any effort running around people. Soon we’re starting to climb the bridge. My knee feels a little twingey but I think that is just nerves and also the temperature. Didn’t bother me during the warm-up. People are passing me on the uphill but I don’t worry about it.
Down the other side, around the corner and there is the one mile mark. My time is 8:28. I need to average 8:20s to get a 25:55, so I know right away that my goal is probably out of reach. So I just concentrate on running the best I can.
I know I’m working hard because I am huffing and puffing the whole way, just barely avoiding getting sick. I had two cups of coffee and a cup of yogurt at 8 am, and I hope I am not going to regret it.
Mile 2 is an 8:30. I am pleased that I have not slowed much. Concentrate some more and try to quicken the pace. Funny how when you try to run faster as the race goes on sometimes all that happens is you maintain the same speed! Coming back over the bridge, I can see the convention center and it looks very far away. I know we still have a quarter mile or more to go after we come off the bridge.
Mile 3 is an 8:29 (although I don’t know that until later), and I know for sure that I’m not breaking 26, so I decide it is not worth getting sick over, and plus there aren’t any women who appear to be my age in striking distance. I run into the chute just behind an older gentleman, George S., who was also at the Flying Monkey a couple of weeks ago. George says these 5ks are barely worth putting his socks on for, but we agree that this race is a festive thing to do this time of year.
With 46 seconds for the last .1, my official finish time is 26:14. I told myself that if I didn’t break 26, I wasn’t even going to bother sticking around to see if I won anything, so after a bit of water, coffee, cookies and a banana, I was in the car and headed for home. Now, if I had seen the age group awards ahead of time and they were something like coffee mugs, or beer mugs, or sports bags, I might have stayed just in case. But since I didn’t know, I didn’t think it was worth staying for some cheesy little medal, or worse, nothing at all!
Found out today that I did get 5 of 45 in my age group, and they went 9 deep so I would have won something. The web site says they are mailing the awards so we will see what I get. I was 74 of 508 women and 268 of 911 runners overall (and I also managed to beat all of the walkers, no small feat).
The race starts and finishes at the Northern Kentucky Convention Center, just across the river from Cincinnati in Covington. You run out and around the block away from the convention center, cross over a bridge, do a mile loop around an industrial area of the city, and back over the bridge to the start.
My goal today was to break 26 minutes, but I didn’t know if I was up to it or not. To place in my age group last year you needed a 27, but most years you need to run a 24-25. I haven’t run this particular race in few years. The last time I did it was in 2003, when I walked it with my dog, Logan, about 6 weeks after my knee surgery.
Last time I ran the course was this past June, when I finished in 26:44. I did place in my age group at that one but this is a much bigger race, with about 1100 runners and walkers. OTOH, they also go pretty deep in the age group awards, so there was a chance I could get something depending on who else showed up.
This morning was not too bad a day for a 5k race: overcast with temps in the low 30s, but not much wind and no precipitation. Got there about 30 minutes before the race, parked in the garage across the street, visited the ladies room (got the stall next to my Congresswoman, seems like I always run into her in the bathroom at this race, what is up with that, at least she kept her feet inside her own stall ), checked out the post-race refreshments (Starbucks, M&M cookies, bananas, water and goetta---no goetta for me!), tied my jingle bells on my shoes and then went out for a 10 minute warm-up jog around the block.
Felt pretty good on my jog. Finished up just in time to line up at the start. Chatted with old friend and former co-worker David J., who told me of some recent heart attack scares he had experienced (docs have given him a clean bill of health but is that a guarantee?). Then some woman came up to me and asked me if this was my “first one.” What is it about me that always attracts these people? Do I really look like I have never done this before? Am I that fat?
So I tell her, no, it’s not, but I haven’t done it in a few years. She starts yakking about the Thanksgiving Day 10k race and asks me if I did that one and I explain that I did another race some place else because I was out of town. And then she asks me about the race next week, am I going to do that one, and I say I am signed up but don’t know yet if I am going to do it. I guess I should have asked her about herself, and I might have done so but at that point I was rescued by the appearance of another old friend, Bob P.
Bob shows me his Garmin, and we discuss my progress towards the 50 states. Bob is now working on volunteering at marathons in all 50 states. It still surprises me when I show up at a race, no matter where it is, and I don’t see Bob there in some capacity.
And then we’re off. For once, I am lined up in the right place and it takes no time at all to cross the start line. Also don’t have to spend any effort running around people. Soon we’re starting to climb the bridge. My knee feels a little twingey but I think that is just nerves and also the temperature. Didn’t bother me during the warm-up. People are passing me on the uphill but I don’t worry about it.
Down the other side, around the corner and there is the one mile mark. My time is 8:28. I need to average 8:20s to get a 25:55, so I know right away that my goal is probably out of reach. So I just concentrate on running the best I can.
I know I’m working hard because I am huffing and puffing the whole way, just barely avoiding getting sick. I had two cups of coffee and a cup of yogurt at 8 am, and I hope I am not going to regret it.
Mile 2 is an 8:30. I am pleased that I have not slowed much. Concentrate some more and try to quicken the pace. Funny how when you try to run faster as the race goes on sometimes all that happens is you maintain the same speed! Coming back over the bridge, I can see the convention center and it looks very far away. I know we still have a quarter mile or more to go after we come off the bridge.
Mile 3 is an 8:29 (although I don’t know that until later), and I know for sure that I’m not breaking 26, so I decide it is not worth getting sick over, and plus there aren’t any women who appear to be my age in striking distance. I run into the chute just behind an older gentleman, George S., who was also at the Flying Monkey a couple of weeks ago. George says these 5ks are barely worth putting his socks on for, but we agree that this race is a festive thing to do this time of year.
With 46 seconds for the last .1, my official finish time is 26:14. I told myself that if I didn’t break 26, I wasn’t even going to bother sticking around to see if I won anything, so after a bit of water, coffee, cookies and a banana, I was in the car and headed for home. Now, if I had seen the age group awards ahead of time and they were something like coffee mugs, or beer mugs, or sports bags, I might have stayed just in case. But since I didn’t know, I didn’t think it was worth staying for some cheesy little medal, or worse, nothing at all!
Found out today that I did get 5 of 45 in my age group, and they went 9 deep so I would have won something. The web site says they are mailing the awards so we will see what I get. I was 74 of 508 women and 268 of 911 runners overall (and I also managed to beat all of the walkers, no small feat).
Flying Monkey Marathon
Tommy & I traveled to Nashville this past weekend for my 31st marathon, 27th state. I have been looking forward to this one since I first heard about it. And it was indeed an excellent event, which I recommend highly to all of you, especially if you are not afraid of monkeys or hills. This one is going to become a cult classic.
Summary: The Harpeth Hills Flying Monkey Marathon, held in Nashville’s lovely (but quite hilly) Percy Warner Park, is a wonderful little race. As the web site says, it’s not flat, not fast, and not certified. You can’t use it as a Boston qualifier, nor would you want to. But although the web site makes a bit of a deal about it being a race for purists who are all about the running and not about being coddled, the race director actually works extremely hard to put on a very high quality and well-organized event. I actually felt coddled, and you know how high maintenance I am, so that is really saying something.
The course covers two loops of Percy Warner Park, former sie of the infamous Tom King Half-Marathon (I hear that race continues, much changed, in a nature preserve, but don’t know any more details). 18 water/Gatorade stations, many with gel. Microbrew at mile 10 & 15 (not that I wanted it but it was there). Mile markers every mile and easy to spot! Portapotties on the course wit no lines! Microbrew at the finish! Homemade pies (made by the race director) at the finish. Even some of my own banana bread still left at the finish. Food at the finish. My kind of race! Monkey! Monkey!
What you get: No expo, but race goodies were handed to us at packet pickup in canvas tote bags donated by Publix supermarket, a race sponsor. Inside, each runner received a cotton t-shirt (with a hilarious graphic of a running stick figure being attacked by monkeys) as well as a long sleeved technical top, with your name printed on it. Repeat runners got a little symbol on their shirts to indicate that this was their second monkey. Also a sticker with the monkey logo, and a Yazoo (another race sponsor) beer coaster. We also purchased a race poster for $10.
Informal Pasta Dinner: At 5 pm, we joined a group of about 30 fellow monkey runners for dinner at a local Italian restaurant, Caesar’s Restaurante Italiano. Pretty good, and did a decent job with the service considering it was a big crowd of people needing separate checks. Met some nice Nashville runners, as well as a few who had traveled from other locations. Our intrepid race director, Trent Rosenbloom, stopped by for a few minutes to say hello before heading out to another gathering.
(IMHO, Trent Rosenbloom is the best race director in the history of race directing.)
Lodging: We stayed at a Microtel about 3.5 miles from the park. It was okay. We bought a coffeemaker at Target because there was none in the room. The park where the race was held, and our hotel, were very convenient to shops, chain restaurants and highways.
Start: 7 am, but since Nashville is a different time zone from Cincinnati we got an extra hour. It was foggy on race morning, but somehow we managed to find our way over there anyway. We parked in a grassy field near the race start. While Tommy went off to verify where he needed to go for his volunteer responsibility, I hung out in the car as long as possible to stay warm. The temps were in the high 30s-low40s at the start, not too bad but I didn’t want to stand on the wet grass any longer than I had to.
At about 6:50, I left the car. As we gathered in the field, Trent made a few announcements. He reminded us all to take our time because he wouldn’t be able to tap the keg until noon. They took some group photos---the Marathon Maniacs, and a couple of other groups---and then we were off.
The Race: Here’s a link to photos of this year’s race. I’m not in any of these photos, but I ran much of the race either right in front or right behind the two women dressed in black making the flying monkey movements with their arms. Not too many people in costume, although there was one woman dressed up as Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. Notice how happy everybody looks. We are all under the spell of the monkey.
I know most people would describe this as an extremely hilly race, but I didn’t think it was THAT bad. I just wanted to finish, and with my lack of training and given the hills, I figured under 6 hours would be just fine. As long as they saved me some food and beer. I didn’t even care if I came in last as long as I got to eat at the end. There was a potluck, and I had brought a few loaves of banana bread as my contribution (monkeys like banana bread, right?).
Tommy told me that he would working at mile 8. I gave him a bag to hold with a couple of extra pairs of shoes. I wasn’t entirely confident of my shoe selection, so I thought since he was out there waiting it would be nice to have some options if they weren’t working out.
Eventual winner, Chuck Engle, was dressed in shorts and a singlet. He is very muscular, and someone remarked that he looked like he belonged to a different species from the rest of us. Most people were wearing long sleeve shirts and gloves, if not jackets and tights. I went with capri-length tights, a thin long sleeve shirt and thin jacket, and my usual hat. I carried my gels but not water because there were to be 18 aid stations along the course and that would be plenty.
Race Director Trent, who ran the race right along with us, was wearing the race shirt. I guess it’s okay to do that and not bad luck if you are the RD?
Started out with the pack, running 10-ish pace. By the fourth mile, had to slow down to 11-plus. No Tommy at mile 8, but I did take a potty break at that point. No lines at the portapotty but that was a 13:23 mile anyway. Saw Tommy around mile 10, gave him my jacket to hold for me but decided to stick with my shoes. I was wearing my $39.99 orange Adidas Supernova Cushions, which I purchased at a race expo earlier this year. Lately they have been my favorite shoes, but I had never gone further than 15k in them.
Had a nice conversation with a Marine from Norfolk, VA, who told me he was running a marathon every two weeks this fall. His next one will be Rocket City. Also spent some time with a guy from Louisville who was running his first marathon in many years. The Marine ended up beating me but I did finish ahead of the other guy. We all talked about how we were just wanting to enjoy the beautiful day.
I hit the half in 2:32:34. I figured that even if I slowed down to 15-minute pace, I would still break 6 hours.
I felt pretty good for most of the race until about mile 20, when I guess I would have to say the monkeys slammed me into the wall. All I know is that I suddenly developed a nasty headache. I believe the problem was that instead of my favorite Espresso Love GU (with “2x the caffeine”---whatever that means), I was using Clif Shot Mocha (which contains caffeine but perhaps not as much). I wasn’t exactly zippy before mile 20 but I was at least cheerful. At mile 20, I got even slower than slow, plus I started feeling really cranky. That was also the point at which I suddenly ended up by myself, after running with company for most of the earlier miles.
So those last 6-7 miles were a lonely, cranky struggle, but I got through them. I saw Tommy again in the last mile. He was going to take a short cut to meet me at the finish, but he got lost and I reached it before he did.
For the last .3 miles, you retrace the same grassy path that you covered in the beginning of the race, and it seems to go on forever. Many of the earlier finishers were still hanging around, and as each new finisher approached the finish line, the previous finishers started chanting “MONKEY! MONKEY!” Perhaps they had indulged in a bit too much Yazoo microbrew. But it was a nice welcome, anyway.
The finisher’s medals are carved wood on a leather string, very unique. My finish time was quite slow, but remember I hardly train at all for these things and it was quite hilly. My time was 5:38:13, which put me 163 of 173 participants (yes, there were 10 people behind me!) and 15 of 16 in my age division. Woo hoo! Monkey! Monkey!
For dinner the night after the race, we visited a brewpub, recommended by our race director, near the Vanderbilt campus. I had an excellent steak. (I am just throwing this part in to rub salt in Ken’s wounds.)
Tommy enjoyed his volunteer stint. He said that Chuck Engle came back after he finished and stayed for a long time to cheer on the slower runners. (Not long enough to see me, though!) He told Tommy that this was the hardest marathon he had ever run. Apparently he started it last year but dropped out before the finish. I also heard people commenting throughout the race that they thought this was harder than some trail marathons they had done. Which is good news for me, since that’s what I’m planning to do next.
And I think we’re going back next year for this one, something we hardly ever do. It was that good. Maybe Tommy will run next year, and I will volunteer.
Summary: The Harpeth Hills Flying Monkey Marathon, held in Nashville’s lovely (but quite hilly) Percy Warner Park, is a wonderful little race. As the web site says, it’s not flat, not fast, and not certified. You can’t use it as a Boston qualifier, nor would you want to. But although the web site makes a bit of a deal about it being a race for purists who are all about the running and not about being coddled, the race director actually works extremely hard to put on a very high quality and well-organized event. I actually felt coddled, and you know how high maintenance I am, so that is really saying something.
The course covers two loops of Percy Warner Park, former sie of the infamous Tom King Half-Marathon (I hear that race continues, much changed, in a nature preserve, but don’t know any more details). 18 water/Gatorade stations, many with gel. Microbrew at mile 10 & 15 (not that I wanted it but it was there). Mile markers every mile and easy to spot! Portapotties on the course wit no lines! Microbrew at the finish! Homemade pies (made by the race director) at the finish. Even some of my own banana bread still left at the finish. Food at the finish. My kind of race! Monkey! Monkey!
What you get: No expo, but race goodies were handed to us at packet pickup in canvas tote bags donated by Publix supermarket, a race sponsor. Inside, each runner received a cotton t-shirt (with a hilarious graphic of a running stick figure being attacked by monkeys) as well as a long sleeved technical top, with your name printed on it. Repeat runners got a little symbol on their shirts to indicate that this was their second monkey. Also a sticker with the monkey logo, and a Yazoo (another race sponsor) beer coaster. We also purchased a race poster for $10.
Informal Pasta Dinner: At 5 pm, we joined a group of about 30 fellow monkey runners for dinner at a local Italian restaurant, Caesar’s Restaurante Italiano. Pretty good, and did a decent job with the service considering it was a big crowd of people needing separate checks. Met some nice Nashville runners, as well as a few who had traveled from other locations. Our intrepid race director, Trent Rosenbloom, stopped by for a few minutes to say hello before heading out to another gathering.
(IMHO, Trent Rosenbloom is the best race director in the history of race directing.)
Lodging: We stayed at a Microtel about 3.5 miles from the park. It was okay. We bought a coffeemaker at Target because there was none in the room. The park where the race was held, and our hotel, were very convenient to shops, chain restaurants and highways.
Start: 7 am, but since Nashville is a different time zone from Cincinnati we got an extra hour. It was foggy on race morning, but somehow we managed to find our way over there anyway. We parked in a grassy field near the race start. While Tommy went off to verify where he needed to go for his volunteer responsibility, I hung out in the car as long as possible to stay warm. The temps were in the high 30s-low40s at the start, not too bad but I didn’t want to stand on the wet grass any longer than I had to.
At about 6:50, I left the car. As we gathered in the field, Trent made a few announcements. He reminded us all to take our time because he wouldn’t be able to tap the keg until noon. They took some group photos---the Marathon Maniacs, and a couple of other groups---and then we were off.
The Race: Here’s a link to photos of this year’s race. I’m not in any of these photos, but I ran much of the race either right in front or right behind the two women dressed in black making the flying monkey movements with their arms. Not too many people in costume, although there was one woman dressed up as Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. Notice how happy everybody looks. We are all under the spell of the monkey.
I know most people would describe this as an extremely hilly race, but I didn’t think it was THAT bad. I just wanted to finish, and with my lack of training and given the hills, I figured under 6 hours would be just fine. As long as they saved me some food and beer. I didn’t even care if I came in last as long as I got to eat at the end. There was a potluck, and I had brought a few loaves of banana bread as my contribution (monkeys like banana bread, right?).
Tommy told me that he would working at mile 8. I gave him a bag to hold with a couple of extra pairs of shoes. I wasn’t entirely confident of my shoe selection, so I thought since he was out there waiting it would be nice to have some options if they weren’t working out.
Eventual winner, Chuck Engle, was dressed in shorts and a singlet. He is very muscular, and someone remarked that he looked like he belonged to a different species from the rest of us. Most people were wearing long sleeve shirts and gloves, if not jackets and tights. I went with capri-length tights, a thin long sleeve shirt and thin jacket, and my usual hat. I carried my gels but not water because there were to be 18 aid stations along the course and that would be plenty.
Race Director Trent, who ran the race right along with us, was wearing the race shirt. I guess it’s okay to do that and not bad luck if you are the RD?
Started out with the pack, running 10-ish pace. By the fourth mile, had to slow down to 11-plus. No Tommy at mile 8, but I did take a potty break at that point. No lines at the portapotty but that was a 13:23 mile anyway. Saw Tommy around mile 10, gave him my jacket to hold for me but decided to stick with my shoes. I was wearing my $39.99 orange Adidas Supernova Cushions, which I purchased at a race expo earlier this year. Lately they have been my favorite shoes, but I had never gone further than 15k in them.
Had a nice conversation with a Marine from Norfolk, VA, who told me he was running a marathon every two weeks this fall. His next one will be Rocket City. Also spent some time with a guy from Louisville who was running his first marathon in many years. The Marine ended up beating me but I did finish ahead of the other guy. We all talked about how we were just wanting to enjoy the beautiful day.
I hit the half in 2:32:34. I figured that even if I slowed down to 15-minute pace, I would still break 6 hours.
I felt pretty good for most of the race until about mile 20, when I guess I would have to say the monkeys slammed me into the wall. All I know is that I suddenly developed a nasty headache. I believe the problem was that instead of my favorite Espresso Love GU (with “2x the caffeine”---whatever that means), I was using Clif Shot Mocha (which contains caffeine but perhaps not as much). I wasn’t exactly zippy before mile 20 but I was at least cheerful. At mile 20, I got even slower than slow, plus I started feeling really cranky. That was also the point at which I suddenly ended up by myself, after running with company for most of the earlier miles.
So those last 6-7 miles were a lonely, cranky struggle, but I got through them. I saw Tommy again in the last mile. He was going to take a short cut to meet me at the finish, but he got lost and I reached it before he did.
For the last .3 miles, you retrace the same grassy path that you covered in the beginning of the race, and it seems to go on forever. Many of the earlier finishers were still hanging around, and as each new finisher approached the finish line, the previous finishers started chanting “MONKEY! MONKEY!” Perhaps they had indulged in a bit too much Yazoo microbrew. But it was a nice welcome, anyway.
The finisher’s medals are carved wood on a leather string, very unique. My finish time was quite slow, but remember I hardly train at all for these things and it was quite hilly. My time was 5:38:13, which put me 163 of 173 participants (yes, there were 10 people behind me!) and 15 of 16 in my age division. Woo hoo! Monkey! Monkey!
For dinner the night after the race, we visited a brewpub, recommended by our race director, near the Vanderbilt campus. I had an excellent steak. (I am just throwing this part in to rub salt in Ken’s wounds.)
Tommy enjoyed his volunteer stint. He said that Chuck Engle came back after he finished and stayed for a long time to cheer on the slower runners. (Not long enough to see me, though!) He told Tommy that this was the hardest marathon he had ever run. Apparently he started it last year but dropped out before the finish. I also heard people commenting throughout the race that they thought this was harder than some trail marathons they had done. Which is good news for me, since that’s what I’m planning to do next.
And I think we’re going back next year for this one, something we hardly ever do. It was that good. Maybe Tommy will run next year, and I will volunteer.
Mason Mini-Marathon
Just a little bit about a race I did back on Nov. 3, the Mason Mini-Marathon. This one was a 15k in Mason, Ohio. Start and finish were at Mason High School, which is where I ran the Race for the Cure about 2 months earlier.
Susan came along to run it with me. This was her longest race to date. They had technical tops for people who signed up early. Susan didn’t, but I traded with her for the regular race t-shirt because I liked it better and the tech top was nothing special.
It was a little chilly at the start but we could hang out inside the high school, which was quite nice. It was not a very big race, so the lines were not too long for the bathrooms.
We started in the high school parking lot, then ran a loop of an adjoining park on a narrow bike trail (rather hilly), then back out and around the outside of the high school parking lot, out along the big road where the Race for the Cure took place (only they kept us on the sidewalk for this one), up a side street to a turn around and back to the school.
Weather was pleasant, sunny and not too cold. My race goal was somewhere between 1:24 and 1:30---I really didn’t know what I would do but that was the range of what seemed likely. Our goal for Susan was about a 1:35, despite the fact that she tends to kick my butt when we train together.
I felt good and ran what I think was a well-paced race with an even effort throughout, and finished in 1:23:55 on my watch, 1:24:08 official time. This put me 5 of 13 in my age group, 55 of 139 women, and 155 of 278 overall runners.
I saw that Susan was well behind me when we I was running back towards the high school in mile 7, but she looked strong. After I finished and grabbed some water and bananas, I went back out to wait for her. 1:35 came and went and still no Sooze. You could see the runners coming in from at least a half-mile away on the other side of the parking lot. I was starting to get worried, when she came up behind me.
Turned out that when she got to the part where you were supposed to turn into the parking lot, there was nobody left directing the runners. So, Susan and another woman who was running with her just kept going straight past the high school. By the time they realized their mistake, they had run quite a good bit farther than 15k. So she didn’t cross the finish line, but she did get a 10 mile run in for the weekend. They did collect her tear-off tag at the end anyway, and still gave her an official time. She is not too happy about that extra and unfairly slow time being recorded for posterity.
Post-race, we stopped for breakfast at the Perkins that was just down the road. That’s a good place for a post-race repast!
Susan came along to run it with me. This was her longest race to date. They had technical tops for people who signed up early. Susan didn’t, but I traded with her for the regular race t-shirt because I liked it better and the tech top was nothing special.
It was a little chilly at the start but we could hang out inside the high school, which was quite nice. It was not a very big race, so the lines were not too long for the bathrooms.
We started in the high school parking lot, then ran a loop of an adjoining park on a narrow bike trail (rather hilly), then back out and around the outside of the high school parking lot, out along the big road where the Race for the Cure took place (only they kept us on the sidewalk for this one), up a side street to a turn around and back to the school.
Weather was pleasant, sunny and not too cold. My race goal was somewhere between 1:24 and 1:30---I really didn’t know what I would do but that was the range of what seemed likely. Our goal for Susan was about a 1:35, despite the fact that she tends to kick my butt when we train together.
I felt good and ran what I think was a well-paced race with an even effort throughout, and finished in 1:23:55 on my watch, 1:24:08 official time. This put me 5 of 13 in my age group, 55 of 139 women, and 155 of 278 overall runners.
I saw that Susan was well behind me when we I was running back towards the high school in mile 7, but she looked strong. After I finished and grabbed some water and bananas, I went back out to wait for her. 1:35 came and went and still no Sooze. You could see the runners coming in from at least a half-mile away on the other side of the parking lot. I was starting to get worried, when she came up behind me.
Turned out that when she got to the part where you were supposed to turn into the parking lot, there was nobody left directing the runners. So, Susan and another woman who was running with her just kept going straight past the high school. By the time they realized their mistake, they had run quite a good bit farther than 15k. So she didn’t cross the finish line, but she did get a 10 mile run in for the weekend. They did collect her tear-off tag at the end anyway, and still gave her an official time. She is not too happy about that extra and unfairly slow time being recorded for posterity.
Post-race, we stopped for breakfast at the Perkins that was just down the road. That’s a good place for a post-race repast!
Milwaukee Lakefront Marathon
The Race: The 27th annual Milwaukee Lakefront Marathon, also a 4-person relay. Filled this year at 2,500 marathoners, 140 relay teams. In contrast to those much larger races occurring to the immediate south and northwest, directed by an all-volunteer organization (the Badgerland Striders running club) which is justifiably proud of its efforts. A very nice choice for my state number 26, marathon number 30.
Worst Part of the Weekend: Dealing with Chicago traffic. One hour to drive one mile on I-90, before we bailed out and went up Lake Shore Drive.
Where We Stayed: Although the race hotels were downtown, I found a Baymont Inn just a mile from the start line in Grafton. I’ll do anything I can to avoid a 26.2 mile bus ride on race morning. Since Tommy wasn’t running the race, it was no problem for him to meet me at the finish.
The Expo: Held downtown at the Kern Center (Milwaukee School of Engineering rec center). Nice little expo for this small race. Vendors with good deals. I bought some new shorts, and socks to wear during the race (because someone, perhaps the person who keeps coming over to my house to use my treadmill, keeps taking all my running socks!). Also picked up a little pouch that I could velcro on to my ancient fanny pack/water bottle carrier to enable me to carry items like my cell phone, extra socks (because I wasn’t taking any chances), chapstick, etc.
Sat down for a few minutes to listen to a race official give us a little chat on the course.
Bill Rodgers was the special guest this year, so we hung around a little longer for his usual somewhat scattered and stream-of-consciousness talk. Bill was a half hour late but at least we were sitting down. What was on Bill’s mind that day? Seemed like he was thinking a lot about Alberto Salazar. I thought about asking Bill how his cholesterol was lately---he mentioned he had bacon with breakfast---but did not.
Bill was running as part of a relay team composed entirely of Olympians. One of the other runners on his team was Bonnie Blair, the speed skater. I didn’t recognize the names of the other two people. This team, and another team composed of local Wisconsin elite runners, was running in honor of Jenny Crain. She is a runner from the Wisconsin area who was hit by a car in August, while training (I think) to qualify for the marathon trials. She finished 16th and was second American at the 2003 NY Marathon. At the expo, you could buy red “Make it Happen” wristbands as a fundraiser for Jenny. Her injuries were very serious and her prognosis is still uncertain.
Nice touches: They decided to keep the course open an extra half-hour and announced this the day before to eliminate stress for the penguins and turtles. Race t-shirt is long-sleeve technical top. Finishers’ shirts---a slightly fancier technical top---available for sale at the finish.
Where We Ate: Friday night, after that horrible drive up through Chicago, we had a late dinner at a little tavern near our hotel called the “Ghost Town Saloon.” We had steak sandwiches---8 oz. sirloin filet pounded flat and seasoned with lots of black pepper, on a hoagie bun. Saturday afternoon, we touristed in the little village of Cedarburg (almost stayed at a B&B there instead of our generic hotel, but it’s about 5 miles from the start) and had lunch at a little coffeeshop/café named “Fiddleheads”---pretty good turkey sandwiches and I suggested that Tommy might want to make note of it so he could be sure to secure my post-race meal.
Us being us, we eventually found our way on Saturday afternoon to Sendik’s Market, where we picked up some snacks.
Saturday night we dined at Messina’s in Saukville (about six miles from our hotel). Very good red sauce Italian place.
Pre-race: Since the race didn’t start until 8 am, we had picked up an hour traveling west, and we were staying one mile from the start, it felt like I was sleeping in! They had warned us there would be traffic congestion near the start and to arrive early if you were driving there yourself. But since we were just one mile away, this didn’t seem like much of a concern---although it had taken us an hour to go one mile in Chicago a few days before! I kept looking out the window of the hotel and joking about the traffic jam---on a news report at about 7 am it looked like there were maybe 10 people standing outside Grafton High School. So we left the hotel at 7:30 am, and arrived there a few minutes later. I like it!
The Start: At Grafton High School, in the parking lot. I lined up in between the “sub-5:00 and the sub-5:30” group, which was surprisingly big. Could actually hear the race director over the loud speakers. We started right on time. Many people lined the sides of the road and cheered us on. A great way to start a race.
The Course: Very gently rolling hills. First few miles through farmland giving way to suburban McMansions, followed by very nice residential areas, and the last three miles on a bike trail along the lake.
Stuff I remember a week later about the race (the old brain is not what it used to be):
I accidentally deleted my splits in the car driving south, so you are spared that for once. I remember that the first mile was way too fast, about a 9:45. I was just trying to keep up with the people around me who were supposedly trying for a 5:00-ish race. I guess the idea was crash and burn, then limp home in 5:00? There was a lot of humidity for the first few miles and I could tell it was going to be a long day.
Water stops were exactly where they said they would be, at miles 2, 4, 7.5, 9.5, 13, 14.5, 17, 19, 20.25, 21.5, 23, 24.2 and 25.2. I knew this wouldn’t be enough for me early in the race so I was carrying a water bottle. I had Gatorade and water at most of these stations. This was the first time I started drinking Gatorade at mile 2 in a marathon, because I figured I would need it in the heat.
The people all along the course were extremely nice, and many of them had turned on their lawn sprinklers or had hoses going. So much of the course was residential, so there was a lot of this going on. And nobody said anything stupid, like “looking good” or “you’re almost there” when it wasn’t true. Some people along the bike trail/lakefront were laughing at us from the decks of their boats, however. That’s fine, I think that’s appropriate! The road was not closed to traffic, but even in places where it was somewhat narrow there really wasn’t that much traffic, so it was not a problem.
I was running very slowly, and one thing that struck me all through the race was that I never felt lonely back there. Generally, unless a race is gigantic, you will be pretty much alone if you’re in the 5:00-plus zone. So it was a pleasant surprise to have so much company at this relatively small race.
I was also surprised by how slow some of the relay teams were going. I was actually passing some of them, even late in the race. I wondered if the first three runners on those teams got there by crawling backwards? How could so many relay teams be slower than I was? A puzzlement.
Given my lack of training, I think I might have managed a 4:40 without the heat. I’m guessing---hoping really, since I have a much tougher race to finish in November---that the heat added about a half-hour to my time.
So, after that too fast first mile, I settled into some 10:30s, then some 11:30s and upwards from there. Got to the half in 2:21:43. Called Tommy around mile 15 to warn him I was going to finish over 5:00 for sure. 3:49:01 at mile 20.
It was amazing how much the temperature dropped when we hit the bike trail at mile 23 or so. I actually started to feel sort of cold, and I needed that space blanket at the end.
Tommy caught up with me at mile 25 and snapped some pics. The start of the last mile was a bit tricky, because we had to run a little stretch on gravel. I heard that the second place male runner fell down at this point! Then we had to go over a curb---equipped with a little wooden ramp and I needed it!---and across some grass before we hit the finish stretch.
Finish time was 5:13:49 chip time, which put me 44 of 62 women in my age group, 496 of 650 women, and 1355 of 1781 starters (I think about 1000 of these people didn’t finish).
Post-race: Finisher’s medal, not so special. Finish line food, nothing much. Had to buy the Finisher’s shirt but it’s a nice one. Tommy met me with no turkey sandwich, but plenty of other yummy provisions for our drive south, which he had picked up at Sendik’s, which Tommy was able to find his way back to even without using the GPS. This was good. I took a shower at the very nice downtown YMCA, and we headed south.
Worst Part of the Weekend: Dealing with Chicago traffic. One hour to drive one mile on I-90, before we bailed out and went up Lake Shore Drive.
Where We Stayed: Although the race hotels were downtown, I found a Baymont Inn just a mile from the start line in Grafton. I’ll do anything I can to avoid a 26.2 mile bus ride on race morning. Since Tommy wasn’t running the race, it was no problem for him to meet me at the finish.
The Expo: Held downtown at the Kern Center (Milwaukee School of Engineering rec center). Nice little expo for this small race. Vendors with good deals. I bought some new shorts, and socks to wear during the race (because someone, perhaps the person who keeps coming over to my house to use my treadmill, keeps taking all my running socks!). Also picked up a little pouch that I could velcro on to my ancient fanny pack/water bottle carrier to enable me to carry items like my cell phone, extra socks (because I wasn’t taking any chances), chapstick, etc.
Sat down for a few minutes to listen to a race official give us a little chat on the course.
Bill Rodgers was the special guest this year, so we hung around a little longer for his usual somewhat scattered and stream-of-consciousness talk. Bill was a half hour late but at least we were sitting down. What was on Bill’s mind that day? Seemed like he was thinking a lot about Alberto Salazar. I thought about asking Bill how his cholesterol was lately---he mentioned he had bacon with breakfast---but did not.
Bill was running as part of a relay team composed entirely of Olympians. One of the other runners on his team was Bonnie Blair, the speed skater. I didn’t recognize the names of the other two people. This team, and another team composed of local Wisconsin elite runners, was running in honor of Jenny Crain. She is a runner from the Wisconsin area who was hit by a car in August, while training (I think) to qualify for the marathon trials. She finished 16th and was second American at the 2003 NY Marathon. At the expo, you could buy red “Make it Happen” wristbands as a fundraiser for Jenny. Her injuries were very serious and her prognosis is still uncertain.
Nice touches: They decided to keep the course open an extra half-hour and announced this the day before to eliminate stress for the penguins and turtles. Race t-shirt is long-sleeve technical top. Finishers’ shirts---a slightly fancier technical top---available for sale at the finish.
Where We Ate: Friday night, after that horrible drive up through Chicago, we had a late dinner at a little tavern near our hotel called the “Ghost Town Saloon.” We had steak sandwiches---8 oz. sirloin filet pounded flat and seasoned with lots of black pepper, on a hoagie bun. Saturday afternoon, we touristed in the little village of Cedarburg (almost stayed at a B&B there instead of our generic hotel, but it’s about 5 miles from the start) and had lunch at a little coffeeshop/café named “Fiddleheads”---pretty good turkey sandwiches and I suggested that Tommy might want to make note of it so he could be sure to secure my post-race meal.
Us being us, we eventually found our way on Saturday afternoon to Sendik’s Market, where we picked up some snacks.
Saturday night we dined at Messina’s in Saukville (about six miles from our hotel). Very good red sauce Italian place.
Pre-race: Since the race didn’t start until 8 am, we had picked up an hour traveling west, and we were staying one mile from the start, it felt like I was sleeping in! They had warned us there would be traffic congestion near the start and to arrive early if you were driving there yourself. But since we were just one mile away, this didn’t seem like much of a concern---although it had taken us an hour to go one mile in Chicago a few days before! I kept looking out the window of the hotel and joking about the traffic jam---on a news report at about 7 am it looked like there were maybe 10 people standing outside Grafton High School. So we left the hotel at 7:30 am, and arrived there a few minutes later. I like it!
The Start: At Grafton High School, in the parking lot. I lined up in between the “sub-5:00 and the sub-5:30” group, which was surprisingly big. Could actually hear the race director over the loud speakers. We started right on time. Many people lined the sides of the road and cheered us on. A great way to start a race.
The Course: Very gently rolling hills. First few miles through farmland giving way to suburban McMansions, followed by very nice residential areas, and the last three miles on a bike trail along the lake.
Stuff I remember a week later about the race (the old brain is not what it used to be):
I accidentally deleted my splits in the car driving south, so you are spared that for once. I remember that the first mile was way too fast, about a 9:45. I was just trying to keep up with the people around me who were supposedly trying for a 5:00-ish race. I guess the idea was crash and burn, then limp home in 5:00? There was a lot of humidity for the first few miles and I could tell it was going to be a long day.
Water stops were exactly where they said they would be, at miles 2, 4, 7.5, 9.5, 13, 14.5, 17, 19, 20.25, 21.5, 23, 24.2 and 25.2. I knew this wouldn’t be enough for me early in the race so I was carrying a water bottle. I had Gatorade and water at most of these stations. This was the first time I started drinking Gatorade at mile 2 in a marathon, because I figured I would need it in the heat.
The people all along the course were extremely nice, and many of them had turned on their lawn sprinklers or had hoses going. So much of the course was residential, so there was a lot of this going on. And nobody said anything stupid, like “looking good” or “you’re almost there” when it wasn’t true. Some people along the bike trail/lakefront were laughing at us from the decks of their boats, however. That’s fine, I think that’s appropriate! The road was not closed to traffic, but even in places where it was somewhat narrow there really wasn’t that much traffic, so it was not a problem.
I was running very slowly, and one thing that struck me all through the race was that I never felt lonely back there. Generally, unless a race is gigantic, you will be pretty much alone if you’re in the 5:00-plus zone. So it was a pleasant surprise to have so much company at this relatively small race.
I was also surprised by how slow some of the relay teams were going. I was actually passing some of them, even late in the race. I wondered if the first three runners on those teams got there by crawling backwards? How could so many relay teams be slower than I was? A puzzlement.
Given my lack of training, I think I might have managed a 4:40 without the heat. I’m guessing---hoping really, since I have a much tougher race to finish in November---that the heat added about a half-hour to my time.
So, after that too fast first mile, I settled into some 10:30s, then some 11:30s and upwards from there. Got to the half in 2:21:43. Called Tommy around mile 15 to warn him I was going to finish over 5:00 for sure. 3:49:01 at mile 20.
It was amazing how much the temperature dropped when we hit the bike trail at mile 23 or so. I actually started to feel sort of cold, and I needed that space blanket at the end.
Tommy caught up with me at mile 25 and snapped some pics. The start of the last mile was a bit tricky, because we had to run a little stretch on gravel. I heard that the second place male runner fell down at this point! Then we had to go over a curb---equipped with a little wooden ramp and I needed it!---and across some grass before we hit the finish stretch.
Finish time was 5:13:49 chip time, which put me 44 of 62 women in my age group, 496 of 650 women, and 1355 of 1781 starters (I think about 1000 of these people didn’t finish).
Post-race: Finisher’s medal, not so special. Finish line food, nothing much. Had to buy the Finisher’s shirt but it’s a nice one. Tommy met me with no turkey sandwich, but plenty of other yummy provisions for our drive south, which he had picked up at Sendik’s, which Tommy was able to find his way back to even without using the GPS. This was good. I took a shower at the very nice downtown YMCA, and we headed south.
State to State Half Marathon
Traveled northwest of Cincinnati on Sept. 16 for the 5th annual running of the State-to-State Half-Marathon in Oxford, OH. As one of just 38 people who have finished all four previous editions of this race, I had to drag myself across the finish line a fifth time in order to receive a special gift--- a copy of “C.C. Pyle’s Amazing Foot Race,” published by Rodale Books and signed by the author, Geoff Williams.
Well, I had planned to be there anyway but it was nice to have a little added incentive.
The race is an out-and-back over rolling hills that takes you across the state line into Indiana. There are a couple of detours on the way out, through an upscale neighborhood and the campus of an assisted living community for seniors.
Picked up my race packet a week ago at our local Fleet Feet store. Volunteer automatically assumed that I was walking the 5k rather than “running” the half, no doubt due to my excessive girth. She spent much time instructing me on directions to Oxford and where to park, etc. (I did mention that my daughter went to college up there and I had done the race before!) all while forgetting to put my t-shirt in the bag. Had to remind her at the end. It’s a white technical t-shirt, and although not as nice as last year’s (this year they only had men’s style shirts) I wanted it.
Found out that even though I had my number, I needed to arrive early in order to pick up my chip. Chip timing was added this year even though with just about 600 finishers they hardly need it. Arrived in Oxford at 7:30 am, just as the walkers were starting out. As always, ignored official parking instructions (for a lot about a mile from the start) and found a convenient spot on a side street a couple of blocks away. Picked up my chip and returned to my car to obsess over my shoe selection. Kept going back and forth between Brooks Adrenalines and Nike Structure Triax 10s. Literally kept going back and forth, as I would alternate between the two on my perpetually problematic right foot, and jog a bit up and down the street. The Adrenalines are very supportive but lack cushion. The Nikes have good cushion but less support. Since I expected my form would deteriorate rapidly, I finally went with the Adrenalines, a good pair of go-slow shoes for fat girls.
Strolled up the street, stopped at the portapotties, and lined up near the back of the pack. Had an overly ambitious race goal of breaking two hours. Planned to start out with a cut down: 9:30, 9:20, 9:10, and hit goal pace in mile 4. But that’s hard to do on a course with these rolling hills.
I noticed that while my race number had my name handwritten on the tear off tag by the goofy volunteer at the running shoe store, most of the other people around me had computer-generated labels. This bothered me, because it made me feel less “official.” I wondered if I was for sure, and accurately entered in this race, and if my official time would be in fact recorded, so I could officially have five finishes and be entitled to my free book. I know some might call this “immature” but I can’t help it. I guess I am just not yet so enlightened a being that I can race just for the sake of running without recognition or some form of prize as an incentive. And I probably never will be. J
I thought I was starting out conservatively, and I tried to hold back in the first mile. Even though I was starting near the back, it still seemed like most people were passing me. The first mile is mostly downhill, and the first quarter of it is on red bricks. I didn’t feel like I was going that fast, so I eagerly awaited the first mile marker so I could know for sure. Hit mile 1 in 9:12. Faster than I planned, and it wasn’t all that comfortable. Not sure what to make of this.
It was a chilly morning, overcast and in the low 50s, so I had worn an old windshirt to the start, which I kept on during the first mile. Finally got warm enough to take it off, and tried to tie it around my waist but it wasn’t that comfortable so I ditched it by the side of the road just before mile 1. It was something I picked up at a race expo years ago for $5, from a race that I had not run, so I didn’t mind throwing it away.
Mile 2 has a lot of uphill, and my watch said I ran it in 9:31. So much for the idea of a cut down. In retrospect, I probably should have taken it a bit easier in the first mile, but not sure how much difference it really would have made in the end.
In mile 3, we ran through the senior citizen complex, where cheery older ladies reminded us to be careful going over the speed bumps. My time was 9:13.
More uphill in mile 4, and a time of 9:42. I realized the sub-2:00 was out of the question, so I tried to just relax and enjoy the day. At least I was starting to pass some of the walkers who had started a half-hour early!
Mile 5 was 9:15 and mile 6 was 9:34. We crossed into Indiana at the Flying Pig aid station, and turned around past mile 7, which I reached in 10:08.
Noticed how few people were behind me, which is always a bit disheartening. I really was in the back of the pack!
In the prior years, the weather for this race has always been warm and sunny, and the way back has always been a struggle for me, with the sun in my face. This year, faced with a chilly headwind and slight drizzle, I found myself longing for the sun. I know it was perfect long run weather for most people but not for me. I seem to run relatively better in hot weather than in cold. At this point, I was wishing I still had my windshirt, and envying the people running in long pants and long sleeve tops---all of whom were passing me.
Mile 8 went by in 9:05. Must have had a lot of downhill in that one. By mile 9, I was starting to wish my shoes had a little more cushion, or maybe a few less miles on them. It was now death march to the finish time (10:28, 10:38. 10:48). Wondered if my wind shirt would still be on the side of the road where I left it.
Hit mile 12 in 10:33 and started looking for my shirt. There it was! Had to cross the street to get it but it was so worth the effort! Thus heartened, I picked it up a tiny bit for the last mile and even passed a couple of people with a time of 10:10. Then it was just a little climb up those red bricks to the finish line in 51 seconds, for a final official time of 2:09:11.
I heard my name announced as I crossed the finish line, which was a bit of a relief, but I thought they might say something about me being a five-time finisher and they did not. Oh well. It’s a relatively small race and we five-time finishers are still a relatively large percentage of the field, after all.
Good thing I had my windshirt because there were no space blankets and for once we could have used them at this race. I got my medal, and then before even hitting the food I started trying to find where I could pick up my book. Had to ask about five different people before finally being directed to a small table in a corner where author Geoff Williams was sitting with a stack of copies.
I told him that I had read the excerpt in Runners World (August issue), enjoyed it, and was looking forward to reading his book. We chatted for a minute about the weather, and he mentioned that he wondered if the runners were cold. He was bundled up in a warm jacket and he looked cold. I do not think he is a runner himself---see Jen, I am making the same assumption based on his appearance that I get so offended about when people make it regarding me! (well, if he were a runner, wouldn’t he want to do the race?) ---but anyway, he is a good writer and this was a nice touch on the part of the race director to arrange this special book signing for the five-time finishers.
My final results put me 14 of 21 in my age group, 151 of 224 women, and 415 of 532 runners---this really was pretty far back! There were also about 150 walkers, who got that half-hour early start. Funny thing about this race, relative to other local races, is that it does not seem to draw many people over 55. So if I can just hang in there until I get into the upper age groups, I might actually get hardware at this race some day. Plus someday maybe I will be one of just a handful of 20-year finishers, and possibly the only woman because most of the five-time finishers, even now, are men. It’s a war of attrition and I am going to win!
Well, I had planned to be there anyway but it was nice to have a little added incentive.
The race is an out-and-back over rolling hills that takes you across the state line into Indiana. There are a couple of detours on the way out, through an upscale neighborhood and the campus of an assisted living community for seniors.
Picked up my race packet a week ago at our local Fleet Feet store. Volunteer automatically assumed that I was walking the 5k rather than “running” the half, no doubt due to my excessive girth. She spent much time instructing me on directions to Oxford and where to park, etc. (I did mention that my daughter went to college up there and I had done the race before!) all while forgetting to put my t-shirt in the bag. Had to remind her at the end. It’s a white technical t-shirt, and although not as nice as last year’s (this year they only had men’s style shirts) I wanted it.
Found out that even though I had my number, I needed to arrive early in order to pick up my chip. Chip timing was added this year even though with just about 600 finishers they hardly need it. Arrived in Oxford at 7:30 am, just as the walkers were starting out. As always, ignored official parking instructions (for a lot about a mile from the start) and found a convenient spot on a side street a couple of blocks away. Picked up my chip and returned to my car to obsess over my shoe selection. Kept going back and forth between Brooks Adrenalines and Nike Structure Triax 10s. Literally kept going back and forth, as I would alternate between the two on my perpetually problematic right foot, and jog a bit up and down the street. The Adrenalines are very supportive but lack cushion. The Nikes have good cushion but less support. Since I expected my form would deteriorate rapidly, I finally went with the Adrenalines, a good pair of go-slow shoes for fat girls.
Strolled up the street, stopped at the portapotties, and lined up near the back of the pack. Had an overly ambitious race goal of breaking two hours. Planned to start out with a cut down: 9:30, 9:20, 9:10, and hit goal pace in mile 4. But that’s hard to do on a course with these rolling hills.
I noticed that while my race number had my name handwritten on the tear off tag by the goofy volunteer at the running shoe store, most of the other people around me had computer-generated labels. This bothered me, because it made me feel less “official.” I wondered if I was for sure, and accurately entered in this race, and if my official time would be in fact recorded, so I could officially have five finishes and be entitled to my free book. I know some might call this “immature” but I can’t help it. I guess I am just not yet so enlightened a being that I can race just for the sake of running without recognition or some form of prize as an incentive. And I probably never will be. J
I thought I was starting out conservatively, and I tried to hold back in the first mile. Even though I was starting near the back, it still seemed like most people were passing me. The first mile is mostly downhill, and the first quarter of it is on red bricks. I didn’t feel like I was going that fast, so I eagerly awaited the first mile marker so I could know for sure. Hit mile 1 in 9:12. Faster than I planned, and it wasn’t all that comfortable. Not sure what to make of this.
It was a chilly morning, overcast and in the low 50s, so I had worn an old windshirt to the start, which I kept on during the first mile. Finally got warm enough to take it off, and tried to tie it around my waist but it wasn’t that comfortable so I ditched it by the side of the road just before mile 1. It was something I picked up at a race expo years ago for $5, from a race that I had not run, so I didn’t mind throwing it away.
Mile 2 has a lot of uphill, and my watch said I ran it in 9:31. So much for the idea of a cut down. In retrospect, I probably should have taken it a bit easier in the first mile, but not sure how much difference it really would have made in the end.
In mile 3, we ran through the senior citizen complex, where cheery older ladies reminded us to be careful going over the speed bumps. My time was 9:13.
More uphill in mile 4, and a time of 9:42. I realized the sub-2:00 was out of the question, so I tried to just relax and enjoy the day. At least I was starting to pass some of the walkers who had started a half-hour early!
Mile 5 was 9:15 and mile 6 was 9:34. We crossed into Indiana at the Flying Pig aid station, and turned around past mile 7, which I reached in 10:08.
Noticed how few people were behind me, which is always a bit disheartening. I really was in the back of the pack!
In the prior years, the weather for this race has always been warm and sunny, and the way back has always been a struggle for me, with the sun in my face. This year, faced with a chilly headwind and slight drizzle, I found myself longing for the sun. I know it was perfect long run weather for most people but not for me. I seem to run relatively better in hot weather than in cold. At this point, I was wishing I still had my windshirt, and envying the people running in long pants and long sleeve tops---all of whom were passing me.
Mile 8 went by in 9:05. Must have had a lot of downhill in that one. By mile 9, I was starting to wish my shoes had a little more cushion, or maybe a few less miles on them. It was now death march to the finish time (10:28, 10:38. 10:48). Wondered if my wind shirt would still be on the side of the road where I left it.
Hit mile 12 in 10:33 and started looking for my shirt. There it was! Had to cross the street to get it but it was so worth the effort! Thus heartened, I picked it up a tiny bit for the last mile and even passed a couple of people with a time of 10:10. Then it was just a little climb up those red bricks to the finish line in 51 seconds, for a final official time of 2:09:11.
I heard my name announced as I crossed the finish line, which was a bit of a relief, but I thought they might say something about me being a five-time finisher and they did not. Oh well. It’s a relatively small race and we five-time finishers are still a relatively large percentage of the field, after all.
Good thing I had my windshirt because there were no space blankets and for once we could have used them at this race. I got my medal, and then before even hitting the food I started trying to find where I could pick up my book. Had to ask about five different people before finally being directed to a small table in a corner where author Geoff Williams was sitting with a stack of copies.
I told him that I had read the excerpt in Runners World (August issue), enjoyed it, and was looking forward to reading his book. We chatted for a minute about the weather, and he mentioned that he wondered if the runners were cold. He was bundled up in a warm jacket and he looked cold. I do not think he is a runner himself---see Jen, I am making the same assumption based on his appearance that I get so offended about when people make it regarding me! (well, if he were a runner, wouldn’t he want to do the race?) ---but anyway, he is a good writer and this was a nice touch on the part of the race director to arrange this special book signing for the five-time finishers.
My final results put me 14 of 21 in my age group, 151 of 224 women, and 415 of 532 runners---this really was pretty far back! There were also about 150 walkers, who got that half-hour early start. Funny thing about this race, relative to other local races, is that it does not seem to draw many people over 55. So if I can just hang in there until I get into the upper age groups, I might actually get hardware at this race some day. Plus someday maybe I will be one of just a handful of 20-year finishers, and possibly the only woman because most of the five-time finishers, even now, are men. It’s a war of attrition and I am going to win!
I hate charity races
Not really. I just hate the part where it gets to be more about the charity than about the running. So here is my race report from the local edition of the Race for the Cure that I ran back in September:
The Cincinnati version of this race has seen some changes over the years. It’s always been more an “event” than a real runner’s “race,” despite the inclusion of a separate, timed, “competitive” start. It’s exactly the type of race that I typically don’t enjoy as a runner, despite the worthy cause that led to its inception.
In this latest incarnation, the Cincinnati Race for the Cure is more fundraiser than race. In previous years, they’ve given out age group awards to the top three finishers in each division of the competitive race. This year, they simplified things for themselves by limiting clock timing and awards to just the top 50 men and 50 women. From my perspective as a hardware hound, this really sucks. Even though I don’t really expect to be fast enough to crack the top three of my age group, it would be nice to get an official time and see where I really stood versus my competition.
There’s another thing I don’t like about the race this year. Instead of holding it downtown, which is a short drive from my house, this year it’s up in Mason, OH, a good half hour drive on the highway. This is farther than I usually like to drive for a 5k. And, although the race doesn’t start until 9:30, they want us all up there at 8:30 because that is when they are going to close the roads. Since this event doesn’t offer my anything spectacular in the way of a race for me, I’m not too pleased about this.
Why did I bother to enter, then? Well, I had thought my daughter might accompany me, and I thought this would be a nice mother-daughter event for us. But instead this weekend she is white-water rafting in West Virginia with her boyfriend. I could have skipped the race, but figured it would beat another run on the treadmill and be a little more entertaining than running outside on my own, so off I went.
Departed from home at 8:00, arrived at the Luxottica (race sponsor) parking lot at 8:30---neatly circumventing a long line of cars slowly pulling into the parking lot by driving in the other lane and hanging a 270 in a subdivision across the street. I do not like to wait on line. As I drive into the far reaches of the parking lot to look for a spot, I see long lines of people waiting for the shuttle bus to the start. I had been thinking that I would jog the mile and a half to the start and this confirms it. One good thing is that they send the race packets by mail several weeks before the race, so I already have my number and my shirt and won’t need to return to my car.
But it’s too early for a warmup run, so I mostly walk along the wide, paved path towards Mason High School. With my blue competitor’s runner bib, I am clearly in the minority. It’s a long walk to the school. We pass several well-groomed, newish subdivisions, while I think about suburban sprawl, the chemicals required to produce these unnaturally perfect lawns, and the effect of our lifestyle choices on our chances of developing cancer. I feel guilty about driving my minivan to the race alone. It is not the only minivan in the parking lot but I am probably the only runner who traveled there alone.
But it’s clear to me why we’re running up here instead of downtown. It is much more efficient to have us all park in the Luxottica lot than scattered about downtown, and they only have to close part of two, wide flat streets to stage the race as an out-and-back. But the biggest reason, I bet, is that Mason wants to have the race here. Mason is happy and proud to have the race here. Mason needs events like this to support the image that it is a “real” place. Downtown Cincinnati probably made life too difficult for the race directors. Mason probably bent over backwards to be supportive. And probably more money goes to the Komen organization as a result, which means more money, I assume, for the cause---and that’s all good.
And I have to admit that even I didn’t mind not having to think too hard about where I was going to park. Or, have to walk around the homeless people on my way to the race. Mason, it could grow on me.
It was still quite a hike from the outer edge of the school campus to the race expo. We had to walk across another big parking lot and the sports complex before we reaching it.
Tommy’s mother died of breast cancer and yet he has never done this race. As I make my way around the expo, I know that he would really hate it this year. It’s jampacked with people. I walk all the way around---still got a half hour until the race---and am surprised at the variety of booths. Basically, if it can be made in pink, it is represented here. I have $20 with me to do some shopping post race, and also think I might make it back for some Chik-fil-a and some Starbucks.
Finally, I realize I’ve been on my feet for 45 minutes and this does not bode well for my race, so I sit down on the curb. I give up the idea of doing a warm-up run. I guess that to crack the top 50 women I would have to run sub 24:30, and I know I don’t have that in me. So warming up seems silly. In fact, I’m even considering dropping out when we swing back by the Luxottica parking lot around the halfway mark.
But I tell myself that is silly, too. Finish the race, and get in that jog back to the car, and I can log it as a 6-miler!
Finally, it’s time to line up and I do my best to get close to the front. I am embarrassed to get too far forward because I know I won’t be “fast” but I also know that neither are most of the other people here. At least I try to get in front of the very heavy set people wearing a lot of clothes, the people who aren’t wearing running shoes, and the ones with their race numbers pinned to their backs.
The race begins, and as always in these type of events I realize that I have indeed started too far back, as it takes 17 seconds to cross the start line, and that is far too long in a local 5k. I’m boxed in for a good portion of the first mile, but that’s okay because it keeps me from going out too fast and blowing up. The morning is overcast but quite humid.
It’s a very flat course. This used to be farmland, after all. There’s a slight uphill grade along the road by the school, then a slight downhill grade towards Luxottica, and then you retrace your steps, so there’s a slight downhill to the finish before you swing off into the school parking lot.
I reach mile 1 in 8:35 (plus that 17 extra seconds, damn). I’m passing lots of people but the road is still crowded. This might be the most crowded 5k I’ve ever done. I don’t see that many women coming back on the other side of the road, and I wonder if the humidity is getting to people and maybe I can get a top 50 award after all. And soon we are at the Luxottica parking lot and I have to decide whether to stop or keep going, and I keep going because I just want to run the best race I can.
Mile 2 is 8:32. I am pleased by the consistency of my pace. But it’s not easy and I wish we were done. Mile 3 seems to take forever---I’ve trying not to look at my watch---and I begin to wonder if there is no mile marker for it. But finally I see it in the school parking lot. Mile 3 is 8:22. Woohoo, but I’m slower than I’d like to be.
I decide not to pick it up for the last .1 because I don’t want to be sick in front of all these people. Just as well, because it turns out we can’t actually “run” across the finish line. There is a lot of congestion in the area, and people are just stopping a bit before. The volunteers are sort of blocking the way, and as some of us try to tear off our tags to hand to them---reflex I guess---they tell us that they don’t need them because they already have their top 50. Okay then.
So, my final time on my watch was 26:35, but my actual time was probably closer to 26 even because of the delay getting to both the start and the finish.
Post race, I decide not to hang around after all because it is an awfully long walk back to the car. I grab two bottles of water and one banana to sustain me. I can’t jog back after all---another pair of shoes have proven to be unraceworthy! So, I walk on the sidewalk, because the “non-competitive” event is now in full swing on the road. I’m not walking fast but I’m still passing people. Finally, I have to cut through them so I can take a little shortcut across the Luxottica landscaping. No way I’m walking all the way out to the intersection if I don’t have too. It still takes me 24 minutes to get back to the my silver minivan, including some time spent looking for it in a sea of similar vehicles!
The Cincinnati version of this race has seen some changes over the years. It’s always been more an “event” than a real runner’s “race,” despite the inclusion of a separate, timed, “competitive” start. It’s exactly the type of race that I typically don’t enjoy as a runner, despite the worthy cause that led to its inception.
In this latest incarnation, the Cincinnati Race for the Cure is more fundraiser than race. In previous years, they’ve given out age group awards to the top three finishers in each division of the competitive race. This year, they simplified things for themselves by limiting clock timing and awards to just the top 50 men and 50 women. From my perspective as a hardware hound, this really sucks. Even though I don’t really expect to be fast enough to crack the top three of my age group, it would be nice to get an official time and see where I really stood versus my competition.
There’s another thing I don’t like about the race this year. Instead of holding it downtown, which is a short drive from my house, this year it’s up in Mason, OH, a good half hour drive on the highway. This is farther than I usually like to drive for a 5k. And, although the race doesn’t start until 9:30, they want us all up there at 8:30 because that is when they are going to close the roads. Since this event doesn’t offer my anything spectacular in the way of a race for me, I’m not too pleased about this.
Why did I bother to enter, then? Well, I had thought my daughter might accompany me, and I thought this would be a nice mother-daughter event for us. But instead this weekend she is white-water rafting in West Virginia with her boyfriend. I could have skipped the race, but figured it would beat another run on the treadmill and be a little more entertaining than running outside on my own, so off I went.
Departed from home at 8:00, arrived at the Luxottica (race sponsor) parking lot at 8:30---neatly circumventing a long line of cars slowly pulling into the parking lot by driving in the other lane and hanging a 270 in a subdivision across the street. I do not like to wait on line. As I drive into the far reaches of the parking lot to look for a spot, I see long lines of people waiting for the shuttle bus to the start. I had been thinking that I would jog the mile and a half to the start and this confirms it. One good thing is that they send the race packets by mail several weeks before the race, so I already have my number and my shirt and won’t need to return to my car.
But it’s too early for a warmup run, so I mostly walk along the wide, paved path towards Mason High School. With my blue competitor’s runner bib, I am clearly in the minority. It’s a long walk to the school. We pass several well-groomed, newish subdivisions, while I think about suburban sprawl, the chemicals required to produce these unnaturally perfect lawns, and the effect of our lifestyle choices on our chances of developing cancer. I feel guilty about driving my minivan to the race alone. It is not the only minivan in the parking lot but I am probably the only runner who traveled there alone.
But it’s clear to me why we’re running up here instead of downtown. It is much more efficient to have us all park in the Luxottica lot than scattered about downtown, and they only have to close part of two, wide flat streets to stage the race as an out-and-back. But the biggest reason, I bet, is that Mason wants to have the race here. Mason is happy and proud to have the race here. Mason needs events like this to support the image that it is a “real” place. Downtown Cincinnati probably made life too difficult for the race directors. Mason probably bent over backwards to be supportive. And probably more money goes to the Komen organization as a result, which means more money, I assume, for the cause---and that’s all good.
And I have to admit that even I didn’t mind not having to think too hard about where I was going to park. Or, have to walk around the homeless people on my way to the race. Mason, it could grow on me.
It was still quite a hike from the outer edge of the school campus to the race expo. We had to walk across another big parking lot and the sports complex before we reaching it.
Tommy’s mother died of breast cancer and yet he has never done this race. As I make my way around the expo, I know that he would really hate it this year. It’s jampacked with people. I walk all the way around---still got a half hour until the race---and am surprised at the variety of booths. Basically, if it can be made in pink, it is represented here. I have $20 with me to do some shopping post race, and also think I might make it back for some Chik-fil-a and some Starbucks.
Finally, I realize I’ve been on my feet for 45 minutes and this does not bode well for my race, so I sit down on the curb. I give up the idea of doing a warm-up run. I guess that to crack the top 50 women I would have to run sub 24:30, and I know I don’t have that in me. So warming up seems silly. In fact, I’m even considering dropping out when we swing back by the Luxottica parking lot around the halfway mark.
But I tell myself that is silly, too. Finish the race, and get in that jog back to the car, and I can log it as a 6-miler!
Finally, it’s time to line up and I do my best to get close to the front. I am embarrassed to get too far forward because I know I won’t be “fast” but I also know that neither are most of the other people here. At least I try to get in front of the very heavy set people wearing a lot of clothes, the people who aren’t wearing running shoes, and the ones with their race numbers pinned to their backs.
The race begins, and as always in these type of events I realize that I have indeed started too far back, as it takes 17 seconds to cross the start line, and that is far too long in a local 5k. I’m boxed in for a good portion of the first mile, but that’s okay because it keeps me from going out too fast and blowing up. The morning is overcast but quite humid.
It’s a very flat course. This used to be farmland, after all. There’s a slight uphill grade along the road by the school, then a slight downhill grade towards Luxottica, and then you retrace your steps, so there’s a slight downhill to the finish before you swing off into the school parking lot.
I reach mile 1 in 8:35 (plus that 17 extra seconds, damn). I’m passing lots of people but the road is still crowded. This might be the most crowded 5k I’ve ever done. I don’t see that many women coming back on the other side of the road, and I wonder if the humidity is getting to people and maybe I can get a top 50 award after all. And soon we are at the Luxottica parking lot and I have to decide whether to stop or keep going, and I keep going because I just want to run the best race I can.
Mile 2 is 8:32. I am pleased by the consistency of my pace. But it’s not easy and I wish we were done. Mile 3 seems to take forever---I’ve trying not to look at my watch---and I begin to wonder if there is no mile marker for it. But finally I see it in the school parking lot. Mile 3 is 8:22. Woohoo, but I’m slower than I’d like to be.
I decide not to pick it up for the last .1 because I don’t want to be sick in front of all these people. Just as well, because it turns out we can’t actually “run” across the finish line. There is a lot of congestion in the area, and people are just stopping a bit before. The volunteers are sort of blocking the way, and as some of us try to tear off our tags to hand to them---reflex I guess---they tell us that they don’t need them because they already have their top 50. Okay then.
So, my final time on my watch was 26:35, but my actual time was probably closer to 26 even because of the delay getting to both the start and the finish.
Post race, I decide not to hang around after all because it is an awfully long walk back to the car. I grab two bottles of water and one banana to sustain me. I can’t jog back after all---another pair of shoes have proven to be unraceworthy! So, I walk on the sidewalk, because the “non-competitive” event is now in full swing on the road. I’m not walking fast but I’m still passing people. Finally, I have to cut through them so I can take a little shortcut across the Luxottica landscaping. No way I’m walking all the way out to the intersection if I don’t have too. It still takes me 24 minutes to get back to the my silver minivan, including some time spent looking for it in a sea of similar vehicles!
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Love this quote
"Competing against other people doesn't mean you have to dislike them or display the arrogance and bravado we saw with former champion Maurice Green, but it does require you to have pride, belief and, most importantly, confidence."
Love this quote from Michael Johnson in an article about Asafa Powell. As usual, sport is a model for life. Link to the article: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/sport/main.jhtml?view=DETAILS&grid=&xml=/sport/2007/09/26/sojohn126.xml
Love this quote from Michael Johnson in an article about Asafa Powell. As usual, sport is a model for life. Link to the article: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/sport/main.jhtml?view=DETAILS&grid=&xml=/sport/2007/09/26/sojohn126.xml
Friday, August 24, 2007
15 miles on the treadmill
It made it to 100 degrees yesterday, so I ran 15 miles on the treadmill. I know people who see how fat I am don't believe that I train for marathons and can run 15 miles on a treadmill, but I do and I can and I did.
Today I mentioned to someone that I ran 15 miles on the treadmill yesterday. She asked me how long it took and I just said a long time because I was too embarrassed to admit how slow I am. I can tell she didn't really believe me anyway.
I've seen video of my self recently and even I am starting to think that I am lying about being a runner!
Today I mentioned to someone that I ran 15 miles on the treadmill yesterday. She asked me how long it took and I just said a long time because I was too embarrassed to admit how slow I am. I can tell she didn't really believe me anyway.
I've seen video of my self recently and even I am starting to think that I am lying about being a runner!
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Lady Distance Classic
Jut found time to write about this today, it's a race I did on August 4.
The Lady Distance Classic is a women’s only event that includes a 5k and 10k race, and a kids run (boys allowed there!). I have a streak going for this race, having done it every year since its inception, so I can’t quit now. This year was # 5.
The main sponsor and organizer of the race is our local Fleet Feet store. Start and finish is at the rec center in the Cincinnati suburb of Blue Ash, OH. The 5k course is an out-and-back that winds through an office/light-industrial area and features rolling hills and no shade. The 10k continues with an out-and-back along a paved bike trail beside the road (hilly) and then turns off into a park-like area and an upscale residential community (this part is flat). I always thought the 5k was deceptively hilly. This year I did the 10k for the first time and the hills in the second half are worse!
Talked my daughter into joining me again. I must really be persuasive, because this race started at 7:30 am on a Saturday morning! The day before, Sooze called me to ask if it was really wise to race during a heat emergency. I told her that at 7:30 am it should be okay.
Picked up the Sooze at 6:30 am and drove up the highway to Blue Ash. Noticed that as the race gets bigger each year I have to park farther and farther away. Race swag included a short-sleeved Brooks technical top (this year in teal color) and a big bottle of that John Frieda color-enhancing stuff that the Sooze uses, along with a bunch of coupons for things like a free entrée at PF Changs (good food sponsors for this race!).
In the rec center parking lot, we stood around and made fun of the women doing warm-up calisthenics to music, led by a couple of aerobics instructors on a stage. My warm-up consisted of jogging back to the car to put our stuff away. We lined up in what seemed like an appropriate spot and I tried to preview the first part of the course for the Sooze. We had decided not to run together because she wanted to be alone with her music. Sooze was doing the 5k, so I told her she might have to wait as much as another half-hour for me to finish. But there was plenty of stuff going on in the post-race festival---food vendors, fitness-related booths, Starbucks, a massage tent---so I didn’t think she’d be too bored. My goal time was about 56 minutes, or about 9 minute pace.
I broke the watchband on my Nike Triax several days before (Eddy helped!) and my new watch had not yet arrived in the mail, so I decided to wear my heart rate monitor. I have a very low-end Polar that I bought a few months ago, mostly to wear when I am on my spin bike. It doesn’t work very well as a stopwatch and doesn’t have a lap counter. I’ve thought about wearing it in a race before just to see what my heart rate is like these days when I am trying to run fast, but I always end up going with my Nike instead. But this time, I didn’t have a choice.
We were off, and I was surprised at how fast my heart rate got up so high, much higher than it ever gets when I am on my spin bike. Hmmm. Racing is exciting. Hit the first mile in about 8:30. So far, so good. Passed the 5k turnaround, and exchanged greetings with the Sooze coming up the hill. She looked strong and happy. Hit mile 2 in 16-ish, and figured that had to be short because I did not just run a 7:30 mile after an 8:30. Up the hill and my time (I committed it to memory) was 25:12, which if accurate was pretty amazing because in the years I have run the 5k I was probably slower than that and I still had 5k to go. The 5k runners turned left into the parking lot, and we 10k runners kept going.
I wasn’t feeling too bad, and thought things were looking good for sub-56, even if I slow down. The hilly bike trail surprises me because I always thought the 10k went off through a flat residential neighborhood. Hmmm. Anyway, hit mile 4 in about 34 minutes. Then we turned off into the park area, which was pretty and flat, and made a loop through an area of lovely homes with big shade trees. Note, this part of the race is much more scenic than the first 5k. Hit mile 5 in about 43 minutes. I was slowing down but I could still hit my goal.
I don’t remember too many details now about the women around me except I think there were a couple that I was trying to stay ahead of, and mostly I succeeded.
But running the last downhill, my right foot started to bother me a lot, and then we had the uphill. I’d been passing people steadily through the race, but on the last uphill I was passed by a number of women who looked like maybe they had trained on the course. I know the Fleet Feet has a couple of groups that go out for regular runs together and maybe these were some of those runners. I was feeling sluggy and getting hot.
At last, we made the turn into the parking lot and I picked it up a bit, to cross the finish line in 54:50. Forgot to look down at my watch, but that’s okay because it does record the maximum heart rate you hit during a session. Which on this day was 181. Which, as Tommy later pointed out, must be my “puke threshold.” Thanks Tommy! I think I did hit the guy who was collecting our tear-off tags.
I didn’t see the Sooze right away, or maybe she was trying to avoid me until I had recovered my dignity. Anyway, we reunited and headed into the festival, where I enjoyed some chocolate chip pound cake, a cup of coffee, and a bit of peach cobbler. The Sooze had a hot dog, and a Qdoba chicken wrap. There was really quite a bit to sample.
Sooze said she was happy because even though she was not much faster than our 5k back in June, she felt a lot better during this race. There was even talk of attending a hot room yoga class later in the afternoon. Not by me! We did not hang around for the awards, which go only to the top three in each age group. I was nine of 40 in my age group and 114 of 350 10k runners. With her time of 30:29, Sooze was 13 of 21 in her age group and 176 of 345 5k runners.
Our next race? I think maybe Race for the Cure on Sept. 9. Then I’m doing a half-marathon up in Oxford, OH (Sooze’s old stomping grounds) on Sept. 16 (have not yet persuaded her to join me), and then looking forward to the Milwaukee Lakefront marathon on Oct. 7. Susan is starting to train for Disney! I’ve created a monster!
The Lady Distance Classic is a women’s only event that includes a 5k and 10k race, and a kids run (boys allowed there!). I have a streak going for this race, having done it every year since its inception, so I can’t quit now. This year was # 5.
The main sponsor and organizer of the race is our local Fleet Feet store. Start and finish is at the rec center in the Cincinnati suburb of Blue Ash, OH. The 5k course is an out-and-back that winds through an office/light-industrial area and features rolling hills and no shade. The 10k continues with an out-and-back along a paved bike trail beside the road (hilly) and then turns off into a park-like area and an upscale residential community (this part is flat). I always thought the 5k was deceptively hilly. This year I did the 10k for the first time and the hills in the second half are worse!
Talked my daughter into joining me again. I must really be persuasive, because this race started at 7:30 am on a Saturday morning! The day before, Sooze called me to ask if it was really wise to race during a heat emergency. I told her that at 7:30 am it should be okay.
Picked up the Sooze at 6:30 am and drove up the highway to Blue Ash. Noticed that as the race gets bigger each year I have to park farther and farther away. Race swag included a short-sleeved Brooks technical top (this year in teal color) and a big bottle of that John Frieda color-enhancing stuff that the Sooze uses, along with a bunch of coupons for things like a free entrée at PF Changs (good food sponsors for this race!).
In the rec center parking lot, we stood around and made fun of the women doing warm-up calisthenics to music, led by a couple of aerobics instructors on a stage. My warm-up consisted of jogging back to the car to put our stuff away. We lined up in what seemed like an appropriate spot and I tried to preview the first part of the course for the Sooze. We had decided not to run together because she wanted to be alone with her music. Sooze was doing the 5k, so I told her she might have to wait as much as another half-hour for me to finish. But there was plenty of stuff going on in the post-race festival---food vendors, fitness-related booths, Starbucks, a massage tent---so I didn’t think she’d be too bored. My goal time was about 56 minutes, or about 9 minute pace.
I broke the watchband on my Nike Triax several days before (Eddy helped!) and my new watch had not yet arrived in the mail, so I decided to wear my heart rate monitor. I have a very low-end Polar that I bought a few months ago, mostly to wear when I am on my spin bike. It doesn’t work very well as a stopwatch and doesn’t have a lap counter. I’ve thought about wearing it in a race before just to see what my heart rate is like these days when I am trying to run fast, but I always end up going with my Nike instead. But this time, I didn’t have a choice.
We were off, and I was surprised at how fast my heart rate got up so high, much higher than it ever gets when I am on my spin bike. Hmmm. Racing is exciting. Hit the first mile in about 8:30. So far, so good. Passed the 5k turnaround, and exchanged greetings with the Sooze coming up the hill. She looked strong and happy. Hit mile 2 in 16-ish, and figured that had to be short because I did not just run a 7:30 mile after an 8:30. Up the hill and my time (I committed it to memory) was 25:12, which if accurate was pretty amazing because in the years I have run the 5k I was probably slower than that and I still had 5k to go. The 5k runners turned left into the parking lot, and we 10k runners kept going.
I wasn’t feeling too bad, and thought things were looking good for sub-56, even if I slow down. The hilly bike trail surprises me because I always thought the 10k went off through a flat residential neighborhood. Hmmm. Anyway, hit mile 4 in about 34 minutes. Then we turned off into the park area, which was pretty and flat, and made a loop through an area of lovely homes with big shade trees. Note, this part of the race is much more scenic than the first 5k. Hit mile 5 in about 43 minutes. I was slowing down but I could still hit my goal.
I don’t remember too many details now about the women around me except I think there were a couple that I was trying to stay ahead of, and mostly I succeeded.
But running the last downhill, my right foot started to bother me a lot, and then we had the uphill. I’d been passing people steadily through the race, but on the last uphill I was passed by a number of women who looked like maybe they had trained on the course. I know the Fleet Feet has a couple of groups that go out for regular runs together and maybe these were some of those runners. I was feeling sluggy and getting hot.
At last, we made the turn into the parking lot and I picked it up a bit, to cross the finish line in 54:50. Forgot to look down at my watch, but that’s okay because it does record the maximum heart rate you hit during a session. Which on this day was 181. Which, as Tommy later pointed out, must be my “puke threshold.” Thanks Tommy! I think I did hit the guy who was collecting our tear-off tags.
I didn’t see the Sooze right away, or maybe she was trying to avoid me until I had recovered my dignity. Anyway, we reunited and headed into the festival, where I enjoyed some chocolate chip pound cake, a cup of coffee, and a bit of peach cobbler. The Sooze had a hot dog, and a Qdoba chicken wrap. There was really quite a bit to sample.
Sooze said she was happy because even though she was not much faster than our 5k back in June, she felt a lot better during this race. There was even talk of attending a hot room yoga class later in the afternoon. Not by me! We did not hang around for the awards, which go only to the top three in each age group. I was nine of 40 in my age group and 114 of 350 10k runners. With her time of 30:29, Sooze was 13 of 21 in her age group and 176 of 345 5k runners.
Our next race? I think maybe Race for the Cure on Sept. 9. Then I’m doing a half-marathon up in Oxford, OH (Sooze’s old stomping grounds) on Sept. 16 (have not yet persuaded her to join me), and then looking forward to the Milwaukee Lakefront marathon on Oct. 7. Susan is starting to train for Disney! I’ve created a monster!
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Life on the Treadmill
Did 14.2 miles today on the treadmill. Don't feel much worse than I do when I only do three miles. It's just a matter of making up my mind to do it and grinding it out. Does pretty much kill the day though.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Right Under My Nose
So, despite the injury I've been managing to keep up with my training. Just short little runs last week, and then decided to do something a little different on Sunday. Went for a trail run in the park next to my house. Funny thing, there are these great trails right outside my front door and I never go in there except to walk the dogs. And actually, since Libby died last September I really have been avoiding the place---that was her special place.
The only previous time I ever went running on these trails was probably about 9-10 years ago, when we had first moved here and before we got Libby! Crazy, I know.
So anyway, I tried to follow a route that I figured would add up to about 3 miles. I'm not gonna say how long it took but let's just say that based on my time I think I got it about right. On these hot, humid summer days, the trails are a pretty good place to run. We haven't had much rain so there's very little mud and the conditions are good for trail running. At least, IMHO, since it's not like I have so much experience with it.
Of course, trail running really isn't the best thing for that butt injury I'm suffering from but it was the best thing for my head. I got home and right away I told Tommy, no way we could move from this house, what are we thinking, how could we ever leave here when we have these great trails right outside the front door, plus miles and miles of the best road running in town. How can we move?
One thing I realized is I am going to have to get new trail running shoes if I want to be a little more aggressive on the downhills. Didn't want to wear my new shoes, so went out in the Nike Triaxs, and they just don't have the traction for it.
Yesterday, it was just too hot to run outside (and it's even hotter today) at the time of day when I can fit it in, so I finally got a long one in on the treadmill. 12.25 miles. Ideally, would have made it 13-14 but 12+ was plenty mind-deadening enough. Not sure what I'm going to do the rest of the week but I think I will try another outing on the trails.
The only previous time I ever went running on these trails was probably about 9-10 years ago, when we had first moved here and before we got Libby! Crazy, I know.
So anyway, I tried to follow a route that I figured would add up to about 3 miles. I'm not gonna say how long it took but let's just say that based on my time I think I got it about right. On these hot, humid summer days, the trails are a pretty good place to run. We haven't had much rain so there's very little mud and the conditions are good for trail running. At least, IMHO, since it's not like I have so much experience with it.
Of course, trail running really isn't the best thing for that butt injury I'm suffering from but it was the best thing for my head. I got home and right away I told Tommy, no way we could move from this house, what are we thinking, how could we ever leave here when we have these great trails right outside the front door, plus miles and miles of the best road running in town. How can we move?
One thing I realized is I am going to have to get new trail running shoes if I want to be a little more aggressive on the downhills. Didn't want to wear my new shoes, so went out in the Nike Triaxs, and they just don't have the traction for it.
Yesterday, it was just too hot to run outside (and it's even hotter today) at the time of day when I can fit it in, so I finally got a long one in on the treadmill. 12.25 miles. Ideally, would have made it 13-14 but 12+ was plenty mind-deadening enough. Not sure what I'm going to do the rest of the week but I think I will try another outing on the trails.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Injured again!
I have been having a great last few running weeks of very consistent training, and even steadily building up the long runs with hopes that I might actually log one over 20 before my next marathon. Then last night in agility class, disaster struck. I was running Eddy on leash (not to go into too many details, but he is in that awful teenage stage and I have to curtail his "freedom" sometimes) and I somehow tripped over my own feet and fell down. I can't really blame Eddy, except for the fact that if I did not have dogs, I would not run agility!
I stumbled a bit before finally falling, resulting in a nasty pull to some muscle deep in my left buttocks. The glueal? The piriformis? One of those guys. That's the worst of it. The other injuries were intitially worrisome: bruises and abrasions to my right ("good") knee, large bruise on right upper arm just above the elbow, another bruise on the side of my left hip. But it's that butt pull that's gonna hold me back just when I was really ready to ramp up my training.
So, instead of the long run I had planned for this week, I just did a very slow and deliberately easy 4 miler on the treadmill. Had to do something or else I'd be thinking about plastic bags and duct tape again. Also took two Aleve after, which seemed to help a lot after my long run last week but doesn't seem to be doing the trick today.
I am hoping that if I scale back a bit and just do short runs this week, maybe the recovery will go fast and I can come back ready to go longer next week. It helps that I don't have any agility this weekend. Staying home from the dog training club tonight so I don't aggravate things any more. Running around on that thinly covered concrete is really hard on my old body.
I stumbled a bit before finally falling, resulting in a nasty pull to some muscle deep in my left buttocks. The glueal? The piriformis? One of those guys. That's the worst of it. The other injuries were intitially worrisome: bruises and abrasions to my right ("good") knee, large bruise on right upper arm just above the elbow, another bruise on the side of my left hip. But it's that butt pull that's gonna hold me back just when I was really ready to ramp up my training.
So, instead of the long run I had planned for this week, I just did a very slow and deliberately easy 4 miler on the treadmill. Had to do something or else I'd be thinking about plastic bags and duct tape again. Also took two Aleve after, which seemed to help a lot after my long run last week but doesn't seem to be doing the trick today.
I am hoping that if I scale back a bit and just do short runs this week, maybe the recovery will go fast and I can come back ready to go longer next week. It helps that I don't have any agility this weekend. Staying home from the dog training club tonight so I don't aggravate things any more. Running around on that thinly covered concrete is really hard on my old body.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Spirit of St. Louis
Walter Mosley says if you want to be a writer you have to make yourself write every day. Do I want to be a writer? I guess maybe I haven't decided yet.
But I am definitely a runner, even if I don't look like one. Here is my report from the Spirit of St. Louis Marathon, which I completed on Sunday.
Overall, pretty nice marathon, reasonably good organization, weather was okay, I finished in one piece. Glad we went. This was my 29th marathon and 26th state (counting DC).
Earlier last week, I debated the wisdom of traveling to St. Louis to compete in the marathon, untrained as I am. Decided to go anyway, since the cutoff time was seven hours and I figured I could manage that even if I walked the entire way.
We stayed at the Adams Mark in downtown St. Louis, which was the host hotel and site of the race expo. Nice enough hotel, but not-so-great service in the hotel café where we ate lunch on Saturday. The hotel is designed so that many of the guest rooms have at least a partial view of the Gateway Arch, which is right across the street from the hotel.
The race expo was nicer than expected and we bought a lot of stuff, including those fancy CR-X tights that are supposed to make you go faster. Even Tommy bought a pair of the tights. The tights were 50 percent off, too bad they really only take seconds off your time. Tommy registered for the half-marathon.
Saturday evening I attended a meeting of the 50 States Marathon Club, which was holding one of their quarterly reunions at this race. Paid up a few years of dues and got myself back on the mailing list.
Saturday was very cold and very rainy. We elected not to go to the pasta dinner, held at the City Hall. Over the years, I have found it safest to avoid pasta dinners held at locations that do not normally serve food, and this one didn’t sound too promising. We also didn’t want to get our car out of the garage, and the location around our hotel featured mostly chain restaurants catering to the ballpark crowd, and other hotel restaurants. Since the service in our hotel wasn’t so great for lunch, we walked across the street to 400 Olive, a pretty good little restaurant in the Hilton. I had very good pappardelle pasta in a cream sauce with lobster, tomatoes and asparagus. The cheerful server kept refilling our bread basket, and we left the restaurant very satisfied.
As at some other marathons we have experienced, we had a bit of trouble figuring out the location of the start and finish line, and how we would get there. Stopping by the marathon information booth back at the expo, I was distressed to learn that the start was at least a mile away from our hotel, and the race organizers had arranged no transportation. But we decided that as long as the weather cleared up, the walk would be no big deal.
Sunday morning, we left the hotel at 6:30 for the 7 am start. The temperature was about 38 degrees, but it was dry and sunny. I wore capri tights, and three layers on top---a thin technical long-sleeve top, another heavier technical top with a half-zipper, and a long wind jacket. And of course, gloves and a hat. I didn’t need any throwaway clothes because we got warmed up on our jog up to the start line and then we didn’t have to hang around too long once we got there. I took the jacket off after the first mile, and the zippered top after the second mile, but I needed my gloves off and on for most of the race, as it was quite windy.
The half-marathon started with the marathon and followed the same course until about mile nine, before turning around and heading for the finish. There was also a four-person marathon relay. The race brochure encouraged relay team members to head for the finish as they completed their legs, and try to all cross the finish line together. I wondered what ill-informed race committee member came up with that bonehead idea that would likely lead to congestion and confusion at the finish line.
We lined up with the other slugs near the back. Tommy was aiming for a two-hour half. I was expecting to do a lot of walking, and I really had no idea how I would finish. I had even toyed with the idea of starting with a walk, but decided that I would start at a deliberately slow jog, follow my normal race strategy of one-minute walk breaks per mile, and just see how things went.
I agree with Ken about the course being quite pleasant. It was a bit hillier than I expected but not as hilly as Charlotte. I don’t know what I was expecting, really, since I hadn’t thought much about it. We started with a couple of miles through downtown, through the Anheuser-Busch Brewery (I totally missed the Clydesdales and the smell of beer, which Tommy claimed was overwhelming) then back through downtown, up through Forest Park (very pretty, huge city park), through Washington University campus (also very pretty, as I had always heard), through the Clayton neighborhood (upscale shops and restaurants), back through the park and back into the city (retracing some of our steps from earlier miles).
On Marathon Guide, I have read some complaints that the course could do more to showcase city landmarks and maybe swing by the baseball stadium, but we know how tricky marathon course design can be. Nothing’s perfect. This one is pretty good.
The course had water stops approximately every two miles (very well supported with water and Gatorade), three gel stations for those who don’t bring their own, reasonably accurate mile markers (mile 5 a bit short), and a road surface that was fairly level. This could be a good BQ course if you don’t mind a few rolling hills.
Had some nice little chats along the way with a guy who was running his first marathon. He had injured his calf muscle after his 17-mile long run and never got any further than that in training. I lost touch with him around mile 22 and I hope he finished.
I ran the first 11 miles between 10:00 – 10:30 pace, and felt surprisingly good. Entertained the thought of a 4:30 finish. But I knew by mile 15 I was going to be in trouble, since I hadn’t done any long runs farther than that and the last one was over a month ago! Slowed down a little in miles 12 – 13, and then by mile 14 was on a 12:30 pace. I expected that I would gradually get slower and slower until I was limping along at 15-minute pace, but the happy surprise for me was that it never got any worse than this. I managed to hold a steady 12:30 pace for the next few miles, and then picked it up a little the rest of the way, to finish in 4:57:28. This was just a little bit slower than Richmond last November, but with a much more even pace. Not so bad, I thought, considering I wasn’t trained.
They were serving Michelob Ultra at mile 24, but I was by then focused on new goal of breaking five hours so I skipped it!
There was one couple that I first noticed around mile 15 who looked like they had just jumped on the course to run a few miles. They seemed to appear out of nowhere. They were wearing marathon bib numbers but they were dressed as if for a warm weather 5k, not a chilly marathon. And they each looked fresh as a daisy. As they pulled away from me, I couldn’t help wondering if they had actually run the previous 15 miles. So it made me very happy to catch up with them around mile 23 and leave them in the dust.
Post-race, picked up the very large finisher’s medal, grabbed some pretzels and a banana, and started walking back to the hotel (just a couple of blocks). Tommy caught up with me, carrying a bag with a ham sandwich from Hardees. He says he tried to find me a turkey sandwich and this was the closest thing he could find. I was so pleased with my race that I cut him some slack, although I did point out that there was a turkey club on the menu at our hotel and even with their crappy service he probably could have gotten one delivered in time. So Tommy is improving in this regard, but before our next race I think I will scout out the options for my turkey sandwich ahead of time and leave him with clear instructions about how to purchase one.
After I got cleaned up, we walked across the street to the Max & Erma’s in a neighboring hotel for burgers. Then we walked over to the Arch, which I had never seen up close before. I really liked that you can just walk right up and touch it. I think it is such a lovely thing, so simple and elegant.
Later in the evening, we tried in vain to find an interesting restaurant within a short walk of our hotel that was open on Sundays, before giving up and heading back to 400 Olive in the Hilton lobby. This time I just had a salad and a crab cake appetizer, which were both very good. Even though it bothered me to eat in the same place twice, I guess it was better than eating bad food in two different places.
Today after the drive home I am quite sore but no permanent damage. I have been a bit worried about my knee lately but that seems fine. My quads and hamstrings are sore, but that is to be expected, and the heel doesn’t feel any worse than usual. Now I just have to decide when to start training for Milwaukee (in October) and if I can get myself up for anything before that.
But I am definitely a runner, even if I don't look like one. Here is my report from the Spirit of St. Louis Marathon, which I completed on Sunday.
Overall, pretty nice marathon, reasonably good organization, weather was okay, I finished in one piece. Glad we went. This was my 29th marathon and 26th state (counting DC).
Earlier last week, I debated the wisdom of traveling to St. Louis to compete in the marathon, untrained as I am. Decided to go anyway, since the cutoff time was seven hours and I figured I could manage that even if I walked the entire way.
We stayed at the Adams Mark in downtown St. Louis, which was the host hotel and site of the race expo. Nice enough hotel, but not-so-great service in the hotel café where we ate lunch on Saturday. The hotel is designed so that many of the guest rooms have at least a partial view of the Gateway Arch, which is right across the street from the hotel.
The race expo was nicer than expected and we bought a lot of stuff, including those fancy CR-X tights that are supposed to make you go faster. Even Tommy bought a pair of the tights. The tights were 50 percent off, too bad they really only take seconds off your time. Tommy registered for the half-marathon.
Saturday evening I attended a meeting of the 50 States Marathon Club, which was holding one of their quarterly reunions at this race. Paid up a few years of dues and got myself back on the mailing list.
Saturday was very cold and very rainy. We elected not to go to the pasta dinner, held at the City Hall. Over the years, I have found it safest to avoid pasta dinners held at locations that do not normally serve food, and this one didn’t sound too promising. We also didn’t want to get our car out of the garage, and the location around our hotel featured mostly chain restaurants catering to the ballpark crowd, and other hotel restaurants. Since the service in our hotel wasn’t so great for lunch, we walked across the street to 400 Olive, a pretty good little restaurant in the Hilton. I had very good pappardelle pasta in a cream sauce with lobster, tomatoes and asparagus. The cheerful server kept refilling our bread basket, and we left the restaurant very satisfied.
As at some other marathons we have experienced, we had a bit of trouble figuring out the location of the start and finish line, and how we would get there. Stopping by the marathon information booth back at the expo, I was distressed to learn that the start was at least a mile away from our hotel, and the race organizers had arranged no transportation. But we decided that as long as the weather cleared up, the walk would be no big deal.
Sunday morning, we left the hotel at 6:30 for the 7 am start. The temperature was about 38 degrees, but it was dry and sunny. I wore capri tights, and three layers on top---a thin technical long-sleeve top, another heavier technical top with a half-zipper, and a long wind jacket. And of course, gloves and a hat. I didn’t need any throwaway clothes because we got warmed up on our jog up to the start line and then we didn’t have to hang around too long once we got there. I took the jacket off after the first mile, and the zippered top after the second mile, but I needed my gloves off and on for most of the race, as it was quite windy.
The half-marathon started with the marathon and followed the same course until about mile nine, before turning around and heading for the finish. There was also a four-person marathon relay. The race brochure encouraged relay team members to head for the finish as they completed their legs, and try to all cross the finish line together. I wondered what ill-informed race committee member came up with that bonehead idea that would likely lead to congestion and confusion at the finish line.
We lined up with the other slugs near the back. Tommy was aiming for a two-hour half. I was expecting to do a lot of walking, and I really had no idea how I would finish. I had even toyed with the idea of starting with a walk, but decided that I would start at a deliberately slow jog, follow my normal race strategy of one-minute walk breaks per mile, and just see how things went.
I agree with Ken about the course being quite pleasant. It was a bit hillier than I expected but not as hilly as Charlotte. I don’t know what I was expecting, really, since I hadn’t thought much about it. We started with a couple of miles through downtown, through the Anheuser-Busch Brewery (I totally missed the Clydesdales and the smell of beer, which Tommy claimed was overwhelming) then back through downtown, up through Forest Park (very pretty, huge city park), through Washington University campus (also very pretty, as I had always heard), through the Clayton neighborhood (upscale shops and restaurants), back through the park and back into the city (retracing some of our steps from earlier miles).
On Marathon Guide, I have read some complaints that the course could do more to showcase city landmarks and maybe swing by the baseball stadium, but we know how tricky marathon course design can be. Nothing’s perfect. This one is pretty good.
The course had water stops approximately every two miles (very well supported with water and Gatorade), three gel stations for those who don’t bring their own, reasonably accurate mile markers (mile 5 a bit short), and a road surface that was fairly level. This could be a good BQ course if you don’t mind a few rolling hills.
Had some nice little chats along the way with a guy who was running his first marathon. He had injured his calf muscle after his 17-mile long run and never got any further than that in training. I lost touch with him around mile 22 and I hope he finished.
I ran the first 11 miles between 10:00 – 10:30 pace, and felt surprisingly good. Entertained the thought of a 4:30 finish. But I knew by mile 15 I was going to be in trouble, since I hadn’t done any long runs farther than that and the last one was over a month ago! Slowed down a little in miles 12 – 13, and then by mile 14 was on a 12:30 pace. I expected that I would gradually get slower and slower until I was limping along at 15-minute pace, but the happy surprise for me was that it never got any worse than this. I managed to hold a steady 12:30 pace for the next few miles, and then picked it up a little the rest of the way, to finish in 4:57:28. This was just a little bit slower than Richmond last November, but with a much more even pace. Not so bad, I thought, considering I wasn’t trained.
They were serving Michelob Ultra at mile 24, but I was by then focused on new goal of breaking five hours so I skipped it!
There was one couple that I first noticed around mile 15 who looked like they had just jumped on the course to run a few miles. They seemed to appear out of nowhere. They were wearing marathon bib numbers but they were dressed as if for a warm weather 5k, not a chilly marathon. And they each looked fresh as a daisy. As they pulled away from me, I couldn’t help wondering if they had actually run the previous 15 miles. So it made me very happy to catch up with them around mile 23 and leave them in the dust.
Post-race, picked up the very large finisher’s medal, grabbed some pretzels and a banana, and started walking back to the hotel (just a couple of blocks). Tommy caught up with me, carrying a bag with a ham sandwich from Hardees. He says he tried to find me a turkey sandwich and this was the closest thing he could find. I was so pleased with my race that I cut him some slack, although I did point out that there was a turkey club on the menu at our hotel and even with their crappy service he probably could have gotten one delivered in time. So Tommy is improving in this regard, but before our next race I think I will scout out the options for my turkey sandwich ahead of time and leave him with clear instructions about how to purchase one.
After I got cleaned up, we walked across the street to the Max & Erma’s in a neighboring hotel for burgers. Then we walked over to the Arch, which I had never seen up close before. I really liked that you can just walk right up and touch it. I think it is such a lovely thing, so simple and elegant.
Later in the evening, we tried in vain to find an interesting restaurant within a short walk of our hotel that was open on Sundays, before giving up and heading back to 400 Olive in the Hilton lobby. This time I just had a salad and a crab cake appetizer, which were both very good. Even though it bothered me to eat in the same place twice, I guess it was better than eating bad food in two different places.
Today after the drive home I am quite sore but no permanent damage. I have been a bit worried about my knee lately but that seems fine. My quads and hamstrings are sore, but that is to be expected, and the heel doesn’t feel any worse than usual. Now I just have to decide when to start training for Milwaukee (in October) and if I can get myself up for anything before that.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Trying to get started
Just back from walking the dogs, trying to get a plan together for that magical 15 miler that is going to give me the confidence to believe I can finish a marathon two weeks from now. Good runs on Weds., Thursday and Friday but took yesterday off and for some reason rest days sap my confidence. Thinking about the Lunken bike trail or maybe Milford. Of course, as I sit here the skies are clouding up and it's starting to look like rain. To get 15 miles at Lunken you have to run the loop three times. Maybe I need an IPOD after all.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Recovery and hope
Ran 5 miles yesterday at a good clip without foot pain. Guess I have recovered from the race. Gonna try to get a 15 miler in this weekend, which will give me the confidence that I can at least finish the race in St. Louis in one piece. Gonna keep the Brooks Addictions on the shelf until after the marathon, based on how they made me feel last Sunday. Who knows, maybe the $40 creamsicles will end up as my new race shoes.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Making myself do it
Just like running, gotta make myself show up to the page. So...creating two new blogs, one about the dogs, one about my boring life in general. Confine this one just to reflections on running.
Ran my 3 miler around the park yesterday, late afternoon. Horrible, horrible. Today, ran 5.3 on the treadmill in my new Creamsicle-colored shoes. Felt pretty good in those $40 shoes. Go figure.
Ran my 3 miler around the park yesterday, late afternoon. Horrible, horrible. Today, ran 5.3 on the treadmill in my new Creamsicle-colored shoes. Felt pretty good in those $40 shoes. Go figure.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Getting it done on a hot day
The Race: 30th annual Mercy Heart Mini-Marathon 15k (www.heartmini.org ) in Cincinnati, OH. There is also a 5k race and a 10k non-competitive walk.
The Course: Out and back along a scenic parkway, with some pleasant river views but no shade (on hot days) and no protection from the wind (on cold days) and no flat portions (every day). Always a challenge.
My Goal: Pre-race I am thinking a 1:22 would be nice. This proves to be more than a bit ambitious…
The Reality: Lack of training and a hot day conspire to give me a 1:28:52. Okay, at least it’s faster than the year when I was recovering from knee surgery, but it’s slower than last year and that’s not good!
What I bought at the Expo, where all apparel was 70 percent off and shoes were $40: A pair of Smartwool base layer tights, a winter running hat with ear flaps, a regular running hat in bright blue (I can’t run without my hats) and a pair of Adidas Supernova Cushions in Creamsicle Orange. Spent about $76 for all this stuff, not bad.
How hot was it?: I don’t know about the exact temperature at the start, but when I finished I saw a thermometer on a bank read 74 degrees. It did climb over 80 in the afternoon. When you’ve just come out of some of the coldest temperatures of the winter, it’s hard to heat-acclimate to 70-plus degree temperatures overnight.
I took the doggies out for a little walk around the block in the morning before driving down to the race, and I broke a sweat then so I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty. I was already down to shorts and singlet so I couldn’t really take much more off!
Drove downtown about an hour before the 10 am start. It’s bad news to start a race at 10 am on a day when the temps are going to climb to the 80s! Went out for my warm-up jog around 9:30, perhaps a bit early but I was getting bored. I did two laps of one block, then two blocks of another block near the start, thinking all the while that downtown is really gross and no wonder I don’t come down here anymore if I can avoid it. It’s sad but it’s true. Even the Tiffany’s is gross. Bet they’re sorry they moved here.
Lined up with people who looked like me, for lack of a better idea. I guess there were pace signs but I didn’t see them. This year for the first time, we had chip timing, so it wasn’t going to matter so much where I started from. Took me around three minutes to reach the start line, which was the longest ever for me in this race. But, didn’t have to run around many people even though it was crowded, so I guess I was in the right place.
Last year I managed to run a fairly even pace despite the hills. This year I did not:
Mile 1 – 8:45 – hey right on pace but not for long
Mile 2 – 9:24
Mile 3 – 8:36
Mile 4 – 9:18
Mile 5 – 9:19
Mile 6 – 10:24, actually I forgot to stop my watch at mile 5 and had to figure this one out later. This mile included the little side stretch up the steep hill that they throw in just for kicks, and I was pretty fried.
Mile 7 – 10:17
Mile 8 – 9:38, I spot two people I recognize and actually pass them. The first is an old geezer who generally runs about the same pace I do. Today he is wearing an ancient red cotton singlet which I guess is a race t-shirt from maybe 30 years ago when this race first started. The second person is “tan guy who doesn’t wear a shirt and should” --- today he is without shirt, naturally. He beat me in that 5k a few weeks ago so passing him today is at least something. Since I am seeing these guys that I recognize from other races way back here with me I guess I am where I am supposed to be, and it isn’t just that I’m having an off day. They are probably thinking, there goes “heavy-breathing fat woman,” damn she is passing me! I am having a bad day!
Mile 9 – 10:01
Last .3 – 3:09, no reason to do anything more than jog it in.
Cross the finish line and some other old geezer shakes my hand, thanks me for pulling him along. I was unaware of his presence during the race. What is up with these old geezers?
Most disheartening thing, at least three times in the last three miles, various women asked me how I was doing and tried to say something encouraging to me as they passed me. Did I really look that bad? What is up with this? Look, when you’re going to pass me, just pass me. Especially if we don’t know each other. Jeez. They are lucky they didn’t get hit.
Okay, so my finish time put me 41 of 152 women in my age group and 442 of 1443 women---although due to some error at the time of registration they had me listed as “male,” seems to be a trend for me at this race since last year they did not record my finish time at all. Doesn’t matter since the age group awards only went to the top 11 women in my age group anyway. I was 1397 of 3038 runners overall. Among the women who kicked my butt were my Congresswoman (www.jeanschmidt.com ), she of the big mouth and diminutive stature, and another friend from my dog-training club, who just started running last summer.
Post-race, I skipped my planned cool down jog since the area around the finish was so congested and I just wanted to get out of downtown. So, had a banana, disgusting Quaker rice cake, tasty fake lemonade (did not realize it was fake until later), the traditional hot dog and some water and headed for home.
Was going to use this race to help me decide whether or not I should still go to St. Louis for the marathon in a couple of weeks. Have decided the unusually warm weather prevented an accurate judgment, so despite lack of training am heading to St. Louis anyway, for another five hour slog through my state number 26.
The Course: Out and back along a scenic parkway, with some pleasant river views but no shade (on hot days) and no protection from the wind (on cold days) and no flat portions (every day). Always a challenge.
My Goal: Pre-race I am thinking a 1:22 would be nice. This proves to be more than a bit ambitious…
The Reality: Lack of training and a hot day conspire to give me a 1:28:52. Okay, at least it’s faster than the year when I was recovering from knee surgery, but it’s slower than last year and that’s not good!
What I bought at the Expo, where all apparel was 70 percent off and shoes were $40: A pair of Smartwool base layer tights, a winter running hat with ear flaps, a regular running hat in bright blue (I can’t run without my hats) and a pair of Adidas Supernova Cushions in Creamsicle Orange. Spent about $76 for all this stuff, not bad.
How hot was it?: I don’t know about the exact temperature at the start, but when I finished I saw a thermometer on a bank read 74 degrees. It did climb over 80 in the afternoon. When you’ve just come out of some of the coldest temperatures of the winter, it’s hard to heat-acclimate to 70-plus degree temperatures overnight.
I took the doggies out for a little walk around the block in the morning before driving down to the race, and I broke a sweat then so I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty. I was already down to shorts and singlet so I couldn’t really take much more off!
Drove downtown about an hour before the 10 am start. It’s bad news to start a race at 10 am on a day when the temps are going to climb to the 80s! Went out for my warm-up jog around 9:30, perhaps a bit early but I was getting bored. I did two laps of one block, then two blocks of another block near the start, thinking all the while that downtown is really gross and no wonder I don’t come down here anymore if I can avoid it. It’s sad but it’s true. Even the Tiffany’s is gross. Bet they’re sorry they moved here.
Lined up with people who looked like me, for lack of a better idea. I guess there were pace signs but I didn’t see them. This year for the first time, we had chip timing, so it wasn’t going to matter so much where I started from. Took me around three minutes to reach the start line, which was the longest ever for me in this race. But, didn’t have to run around many people even though it was crowded, so I guess I was in the right place.
Last year I managed to run a fairly even pace despite the hills. This year I did not:
Mile 1 – 8:45 – hey right on pace but not for long
Mile 2 – 9:24
Mile 3 – 8:36
Mile 4 – 9:18
Mile 5 – 9:19
Mile 6 – 10:24, actually I forgot to stop my watch at mile 5 and had to figure this one out later. This mile included the little side stretch up the steep hill that they throw in just for kicks, and I was pretty fried.
Mile 7 – 10:17
Mile 8 – 9:38, I spot two people I recognize and actually pass them. The first is an old geezer who generally runs about the same pace I do. Today he is wearing an ancient red cotton singlet which I guess is a race t-shirt from maybe 30 years ago when this race first started. The second person is “tan guy who doesn’t wear a shirt and should” --- today he is without shirt, naturally. He beat me in that 5k a few weeks ago so passing him today is at least something. Since I am seeing these guys that I recognize from other races way back here with me I guess I am where I am supposed to be, and it isn’t just that I’m having an off day. They are probably thinking, there goes “heavy-breathing fat woman,” damn she is passing me! I am having a bad day!
Mile 9 – 10:01
Last .3 – 3:09, no reason to do anything more than jog it in.
Cross the finish line and some other old geezer shakes my hand, thanks me for pulling him along. I was unaware of his presence during the race. What is up with these old geezers?
Most disheartening thing, at least three times in the last three miles, various women asked me how I was doing and tried to say something encouraging to me as they passed me. Did I really look that bad? What is up with this? Look, when you’re going to pass me, just pass me. Especially if we don’t know each other. Jeez. They are lucky they didn’t get hit.
Okay, so my finish time put me 41 of 152 women in my age group and 442 of 1443 women---although due to some error at the time of registration they had me listed as “male,” seems to be a trend for me at this race since last year they did not record my finish time at all. Doesn’t matter since the age group awards only went to the top 11 women in my age group anyway. I was 1397 of 3038 runners overall. Among the women who kicked my butt were my Congresswoman (www.jeanschmidt.com ), she of the big mouth and diminutive stature, and another friend from my dog-training club, who just started running last summer.
Post-race, I skipped my planned cool down jog since the area around the finish was so congested and I just wanted to get out of downtown. So, had a banana, disgusting Quaker rice cake, tasty fake lemonade (did not realize it was fake until later), the traditional hot dog and some water and headed for home.
Was going to use this race to help me decide whether or not I should still go to St. Louis for the marathon in a couple of weeks. Have decided the unusually warm weather prevented an accurate judgment, so despite lack of training am heading to St. Louis anyway, for another five hour slog through my state number 26.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Cavalier 5k
With nervousness and trepidation ---guess it's been too long since I raced! --- I made it out the door and over to the start line of my little 5k race today. Not as nice a morniing as yesterday when it was warm and sunny. Today it was still quite warm, temps in the 50s, but it was overcast, a bit windy, and there were occasional showers.
This race is a benefit for a local Catholic high school. This is just the second year for the race. The course is set up on a bike trail at a municipal airport about 3 miles from my house. This has become a popular staging area for small races, as it offers several organizational advantages --- no need to close any streets to traffic, a shelter area for registration/awards with indoor bathrooms, and plenty of parking. A crowd bigger than about 250 people might be too much, though, for the narrow bike trail to accomodate easily. Today there were about 150 runners, maybe another 50 walkers.
My goal today was just to get a data point on my current speed or lack thereof. I was hoping for a time in the 25s, but it's been so long since I've raced a 5k that I really didn't know what would happen.
Part of my nervousness was due to my fear that Creepy Guy might show up. I tried to dismiss this issue, telling myself not to let him spoil my fun. The rest of the nervousness was due to how fat I am, how slow I am, and my fear of injury and/or embarrassment.
Left the house around 8 am for the 9 am start. A small group had already gathered in the tennis center where they had set up registration. Race t-shirt is a very Irish kelly green cotton. I've stopped buying these now for all but the most special races but this time it was included in the registration fee. Returned to my car to read a few pages of "Marathon & Beyond" until it was time for my warmup. As I sat down in my car it started raining heavily. Bummer. I hoped it would let up before my warmup, and for the race start.
By about 8:40, the rain had in fact lessened. I put on the lightweight nylon anorak I had brought along and went out for my 11 minute warmup jog. About halfway into it, I thought I saw Creepy Guy running back along the path. Bummer. Anyway, couldn't be sure, and WAS NOT GOING TO LET HIM SPOIL MY FUN.
Returned to the car for a stretch and a sip of water, and then it was time to line up at the start. Saw one fast looking woman who could be in my age group but nobody else familiar. Tried to avoid looking for Creepy Guy. Took off the anorak and tied it around my waist. I was careful to line up in a spot where I would neither get run over nor have to run around a lot of people, as I knew the course would narrow fairly quickly. For this race, it meant behind the fast young guys and right behind the possibly fast young girls, but in front of most of the other middle-aged women and men.
We made a short loop of the parking area, and then hit the bike trail. After about a quarter mile, I started passing people, more people than I'm used to, but I didn't have to run around them so I think I positioned myself just right. After about a half mile, passed one tall, fit looking woman wearing an Ipod, who could have been my age (turns out she was). Got passed around the first mile marker by a young woman and a man who ultimately finished just ahead of me. Saw "tan guy who usually runs shirtless and shouldn't" (today, he was wearing a singlet) but I couldn't quite catch him today.
Hit mile one in 8:13, quite a bit slower than I had hoped. So, no wonder those half-mile repeats at 8:00 minute pace have felt so difficult! Then it started raining and the wind picked up. We were running into the wind, but at least I could look forward to the wind at my back for the second half. And although the trail is fairly flat, I think there is a slight uphill grade going out so it would be easier coming back.
Approaching the turnaround, I tried to count the woman who were ahead of me. I counted five, but I must have missed a couple because I ended up as eighth woman overall, and wasn't passed by any other women after the first mile. Did not stop for water, which is rare for me. Even in a 5k, I usually have to slow down and get a drink.
Mile 2 time was 8:21. Geez, a time in the 25s wasn't looking too good. But I was happy that I was out there running and beginning to get the endorphin rush that comes with a hard workout.
I was breathing hard, a lot louder than usual I think. I'm sure the people around me were nicknaming me "heavy breathing fat lady." There were two guys just ahead of me and although I must have sounded like I was going to die, I still felt like they were going a little too slow for me. But I didn't want to pass them and then find out I was wrong. And it was tough to get around them on the narrow bike trail with other runners and walkers still approaching us from the opposite direction. I did finally pass them, and they passed me again about a minute later. But, not too long after that, one of them had to stop to walk and they fell behind. I heard the one guy apologizing to the other guy for not being able to keep up the pace. So I was too fast for them after all. Haha!
I passed a couple more people in the last mile, but no other woman to make it a real race. Just wanted to get it done. Mile 3 time was 8:07, but I didn't look at my watch until later. Managed 49 seconds for the last .1, again no need to bust a gut with no competition at that point.
Post-race I immediately put that anorak back on and after a short walk, decided to go for a one mile cool down run. This was a first for me, as usually I just stretch a bit. But since I had decided to hang around for the awards, it seemed like a good way to keep warm and kill time. This little jog felt really good and I think I am going to make this a permanent part of my post-race routine.
I finished my jog and headed to the car for a bit, as it had now begun raining harder again. Debated how long to stay in the car, and whether I really wanted to stay for the awards, in case it really was Creepy Guy I had seen. Thinking that it would be good if it really was Creepy Guy because now I would know for sure I could do a race and he would not bother me.
I took off the anorak, put on a dry shirt, grabbed an umbrella and headed over to where I thought the awards would take place. Turns out I just missed them. By the time I found the right location ---back by the registration area, duh --- they were finished. Saw possible Creepy Guy just departing.
Back home, I have discovered from the results that I finished out of the hardware anyway, so it was just as well I missed the awards. Because how embarrassing is that, when you hang around, cheer for everyone else, and don't hear your name called? My final time of 25:29 put me 2 of 9 in my age group (award only went to age group winner), 8 of 56 woman runners (8 of 117 woman runners and walkers) and 50 of 150 overall. And...that wasn't Creepy Guy I saw after all. Is that a good thing, or a bad thing? Anyway, it's a good thing I did the race, as it would have been really sad to take yesterday off when it was so lovely out, and then skip this race to avoid an encounter with Creepy Guy.
This race is a benefit for a local Catholic high school. This is just the second year for the race. The course is set up on a bike trail at a municipal airport about 3 miles from my house. This has become a popular staging area for small races, as it offers several organizational advantages --- no need to close any streets to traffic, a shelter area for registration/awards with indoor bathrooms, and plenty of parking. A crowd bigger than about 250 people might be too much, though, for the narrow bike trail to accomodate easily. Today there were about 150 runners, maybe another 50 walkers.
My goal today was just to get a data point on my current speed or lack thereof. I was hoping for a time in the 25s, but it's been so long since I've raced a 5k that I really didn't know what would happen.
Part of my nervousness was due to my fear that Creepy Guy might show up. I tried to dismiss this issue, telling myself not to let him spoil my fun. The rest of the nervousness was due to how fat I am, how slow I am, and my fear of injury and/or embarrassment.
Left the house around 8 am for the 9 am start. A small group had already gathered in the tennis center where they had set up registration. Race t-shirt is a very Irish kelly green cotton. I've stopped buying these now for all but the most special races but this time it was included in the registration fee. Returned to my car to read a few pages of "Marathon & Beyond" until it was time for my warmup. As I sat down in my car it started raining heavily. Bummer. I hoped it would let up before my warmup, and for the race start.
By about 8:40, the rain had in fact lessened. I put on the lightweight nylon anorak I had brought along and went out for my 11 minute warmup jog. About halfway into it, I thought I saw Creepy Guy running back along the path. Bummer. Anyway, couldn't be sure, and WAS NOT GOING TO LET HIM SPOIL MY FUN.
Returned to the car for a stretch and a sip of water, and then it was time to line up at the start. Saw one fast looking woman who could be in my age group but nobody else familiar. Tried to avoid looking for Creepy Guy. Took off the anorak and tied it around my waist. I was careful to line up in a spot where I would neither get run over nor have to run around a lot of people, as I knew the course would narrow fairly quickly. For this race, it meant behind the fast young guys and right behind the possibly fast young girls, but in front of most of the other middle-aged women and men.
We made a short loop of the parking area, and then hit the bike trail. After about a quarter mile, I started passing people, more people than I'm used to, but I didn't have to run around them so I think I positioned myself just right. After about a half mile, passed one tall, fit looking woman wearing an Ipod, who could have been my age (turns out she was). Got passed around the first mile marker by a young woman and a man who ultimately finished just ahead of me. Saw "tan guy who usually runs shirtless and shouldn't" (today, he was wearing a singlet) but I couldn't quite catch him today.
Hit mile one in 8:13, quite a bit slower than I had hoped. So, no wonder those half-mile repeats at 8:00 minute pace have felt so difficult! Then it started raining and the wind picked up. We were running into the wind, but at least I could look forward to the wind at my back for the second half. And although the trail is fairly flat, I think there is a slight uphill grade going out so it would be easier coming back.
Approaching the turnaround, I tried to count the woman who were ahead of me. I counted five, but I must have missed a couple because I ended up as eighth woman overall, and wasn't passed by any other women after the first mile. Did not stop for water, which is rare for me. Even in a 5k, I usually have to slow down and get a drink.
Mile 2 time was 8:21. Geez, a time in the 25s wasn't looking too good. But I was happy that I was out there running and beginning to get the endorphin rush that comes with a hard workout.
I was breathing hard, a lot louder than usual I think. I'm sure the people around me were nicknaming me "heavy breathing fat lady." There were two guys just ahead of me and although I must have sounded like I was going to die, I still felt like they were going a little too slow for me. But I didn't want to pass them and then find out I was wrong. And it was tough to get around them on the narrow bike trail with other runners and walkers still approaching us from the opposite direction. I did finally pass them, and they passed me again about a minute later. But, not too long after that, one of them had to stop to walk and they fell behind. I heard the one guy apologizing to the other guy for not being able to keep up the pace. So I was too fast for them after all. Haha!
I passed a couple more people in the last mile, but no other woman to make it a real race. Just wanted to get it done. Mile 3 time was 8:07, but I didn't look at my watch until later. Managed 49 seconds for the last .1, again no need to bust a gut with no competition at that point.
Post-race I immediately put that anorak back on and after a short walk, decided to go for a one mile cool down run. This was a first for me, as usually I just stretch a bit. But since I had decided to hang around for the awards, it seemed like a good way to keep warm and kill time. This little jog felt really good and I think I am going to make this a permanent part of my post-race routine.
I finished my jog and headed to the car for a bit, as it had now begun raining harder again. Debated how long to stay in the car, and whether I really wanted to stay for the awards, in case it really was Creepy Guy I had seen. Thinking that it would be good if it really was Creepy Guy because now I would know for sure I could do a race and he would not bother me.
I took off the anorak, put on a dry shirt, grabbed an umbrella and headed over to where I thought the awards would take place. Turns out I just missed them. By the time I found the right location ---back by the registration area, duh --- they were finished. Saw possible Creepy Guy just departing.
Back home, I have discovered from the results that I finished out of the hardware anyway, so it was just as well I missed the awards. Because how embarrassing is that, when you hang around, cheer for everyone else, and don't hear your name called? My final time of 25:29 put me 2 of 9 in my age group (award only went to age group winner), 8 of 56 woman runners (8 of 117 woman runners and walkers) and 50 of 150 overall. And...that wasn't Creepy Guy I saw after all. Is that a good thing, or a bad thing? Anyway, it's a good thing I did the race, as it would have been really sad to take yesterday off when it was so lovely out, and then skip this race to avoid an encounter with Creepy Guy.
Friday, March 09, 2007
Pondering competitions
Yesterday I made it out for another good six mile run after I walked the dogs. Today, I am resting, although it is sunny and fairly gorgeous for early March and I would love to be out there pounding the pavement. But I am signed up to run a 5k tomorrow and I want to run it on fresh legs.
Looking forward to the race, although I am currently quite fat and hope I do not feel too out of place among all the skinny runner types. It's a small race, so a fatty like me will stand out more in the crowd.
Am also hoping to avoid encountering an acquaintance from a few years back, a kinda creepy guy who doesn't live around here but sometimes shows up at races in this area. I discovered that he was here last week for another race on the same course, so perhaps that means he won't be around this week. If he's there, I have to figure out how to handle it. Maybe he won't recognize me. If he does, I guess I can be polite. And then leave immediately after the race without staying around for the awards ceremony!
Long story about why I (and many of my close friends) think this guy is creepy that I won't recount here. I love to race, and I wish I could just look forward to tomorrow without this dark cloud hanging over it.
Today, also pondering some upcoming obedience trials for my dog kids. Looking at some in early April and late July up in Michigan that sound like fun.
Looking forward to the race, although I am currently quite fat and hope I do not feel too out of place among all the skinny runner types. It's a small race, so a fatty like me will stand out more in the crowd.
Am also hoping to avoid encountering an acquaintance from a few years back, a kinda creepy guy who doesn't live around here but sometimes shows up at races in this area. I discovered that he was here last week for another race on the same course, so perhaps that means he won't be around this week. If he's there, I have to figure out how to handle it. Maybe he won't recognize me. If he does, I guess I can be polite. And then leave immediately after the race without staying around for the awards ceremony!
Long story about why I (and many of my close friends) think this guy is creepy that I won't recount here. I love to race, and I wish I could just look forward to tomorrow without this dark cloud hanging over it.
Today, also pondering some upcoming obedience trials for my dog kids. Looking at some in early April and late July up in Michigan that sound like fun.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Back at it
I happened upon a blog by a guy who writes about running, and was inspired to access my old blog and try to get going again. Every day I have thoughts that I wasnt to write down, and then I don't. I don't write in my journal, I don't write for publication, I do hardly any writing at all except replying to emails and commenting on friends' Flickr pictures.
This is easy enough to do, so why don't I do it? Okay.
Yesterday I figured out that if I can run a sub 4:06 marathon at Milwaukee in October, I will qualify for the 2009 Boston race. I get a bit of a time advantage because my birthday regularly falls just days before Boston, you run the qualifying time for the age you will be on Boston race day (regardless of your age on the day you qualify), and the qualifying period always extends for more than a year. I guess every five years I will get that extra little five minute advantage. So I can run sub 4:06 at age 48 and run Boston a few days after I turn 50. Or I can run a sub 4:01 and run Boston at age 49. But let's not push it.
Anyway, I found this realization tremendously exciting, and was inspired to go out and run 6 miles faster than I have all year.
This is easy enough to do, so why don't I do it? Okay.
Yesterday I figured out that if I can run a sub 4:06 marathon at Milwaukee in October, I will qualify for the 2009 Boston race. I get a bit of a time advantage because my birthday regularly falls just days before Boston, you run the qualifying time for the age you will be on Boston race day (regardless of your age on the day you qualify), and the qualifying period always extends for more than a year. I guess every five years I will get that extra little five minute advantage. So I can run sub 4:06 at age 48 and run Boston a few days after I turn 50. Or I can run a sub 4:01 and run Boston at age 49. But let's not push it.
Anyway, I found this realization tremendously exciting, and was inspired to go out and run 6 miles faster than I have all year.
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