This one is the traditional July 4 race for me, if I can make it there. It's a very nice little community event, which is exactly they type I prefer. The race is a benefit for the community's youth group.
The crowd at this race is mostly people who live in Evendale. They even have awards for the fastest local residents. The rest seem to be older, long-time, geezer-type runners like me.
They only give age group awards to the winners but that's about the only thing I don't like, hardware-hound that I am. There are door prizes, and bags of cold fruit sliced fruit at the finish.
The first mile of this race is uphill, and part of it is fairly steep. I used to be intimidated by this hill but not anymore. What I struggle with more on this course are the flat stretches on Reading Rd. and the second significant hill that comes in mile 4.
I do my slow warmup part way up the first hill and back down. I realize that today the race will just be about surviving and not doing anything stupid. I was thinking something like a 53 but the main thing was not to get heat stroke.
So we line up---and they even have little pace signs, just like at a much larger race---and somebody fires a cannon---but I'm ready for it after all these years and I don't even jump (or maybe I am just really going deaf). And we're off. And I'm jogging up the hill, feeling reasonably comfortable. Not going fast, but not getting passed, either.
Got through the first mile in 9:45. Very slow. And then came the downhill. And around this point, something very surprising happened. I passed Ed Hunter. Ed is one of the old, fast guys. He's always been fast, and I call him an "old guy" because he's older than me, and if you're older than me, then you are old. I can't believe I am passing Ed. What is he even doing back here anyway? I wonder if he is sick. I know I had seen him just back in April at another race and he was not this slow then.
Mile 2 is an 8:32, a little better. And then we are on Reading Rd., and it's hot and there's no shade and it's just miserable. Ed passes me and restores the natural order of the universe. Mile 3 is 9:01.
And then here comes the mile 4 hill that always gets me. I have a rough go of it. I stop and walk a bit. I don't care anymore about my time, I just want to survive and finish the race outside of an ambulance. I pass by Ed's wife, Marilyn, who is doing the walk (4 mile course, skips the first hill).
Mile 4 is a 10:33. All that walking. There's a nice, long downhill in mile 5 and then we're back on Reading Rd. Mile 5 is 9:24.
I see Ed just ahead of me. I don't want to pass him but I do. I can't believe I am passing him. It makes me sad. Ed is getting old. I am getting old. Mile 6 is 9:43.
We make the turn back into the parking lot of the recreation center. There is a young woman just ahead of me. We head toward the finish line and I kick past her. Last .2 is 1:51. Official time is 58:50, more than 5 minutes slower than I expected but it was rough out there.
They hand out place cards as you cross the finish line. You put your card in a little plastic bin corresponding to your age group. Very old school and I love it.
I drink some cold water and munch on the fruit. I grab a bag of ice and rub it on my neck and shoulders, before finally tucking it under my hat. I chat with Marilyn, whom I haven't seen in awhile. She says that Ed has been having back problems and he had a bunch of cortisone shots. Well that explains it.
I hang around for the awards with Ed & Marilyn. Maybe I'll get a door prize. Doesn't happen. Later I check the results. I was 2nd in the age group. First place was a 53:29, right about the time I had expected to run. I've got a lot of work to do before that marathon in November.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Hyde Park Blast
This is about the 4 mile race I finished on June 30.
So this was it, the race I had spent the last few months training for. Unfortunately, in the last few weeks, the training program sort of went to pot. I slacked off for various reasons, ran fewer miles, finished fewer cross training workouts, ate too much and gained a few pounds back, and let's face it, I wasn't doing any targeted speed training sessions for this anyway.
But there I was at the start line, as ever optimistic about improving my time over last year. Yes, although I am generally a pessimist about most things, for some reason I tend to be overly optimistic about my potential performance in races. My goal time was 32 minutes, or around three minutes faster than last year. Hey, it could happen.
Beyond being faster, I wanted to move up in my age group standings. Last year I was 4th. It wouldn't matter much in the end because they only give awards to the top 50 men and women, and in this big race at my age I am at a disadvantage.
New course this year. They took out the steep hill in the last mile and replaced it with a longer, less steep hill. Some might say they dumbed it down.
It was warmer and more humid than last year. I left the house at 7:30 and jogged to the start, about a mile and a half. I didn't see many people I knew at the start. 3000 entrants for a race in my neighborhood and I recognized hardly anyone. These are not my people. I recognized exactly two people: one, my Congresswoman (whom I am now embarrassed that I ever supported, though I thought she was the lesser of two evils; and two, one of my neighbors (who didn't recognize me).
A woman standing next to me commented on how sweaty I was and we hadn't even started yet. I told her that I had run there from my house. She asked me how many miles I usually ran, and I just gave her that blank look before responding "it depends." How do you respond to that question? It's a question you expect from a non-runner but not on the starting line of a race! I also overheard someone behind me saying she had never run "this far" before.
No, these are not my people. Anyway, I hoped I was standing in the right spot because even though there was chip timing, I didn't want to have to run around too many people.
It worked out okay. First mile was 8:25 (including about 20 seconds to cross the start). A little slower than I wanted to be but I was having to adjust my expectations in the heat. I grabbed a cup of water at the aid station. Then mile 2 was 8:57, a lot slower than I wanted to be, and the goal time was now out the window. At least my knee felt okay. Mile 3 was an 8:47, just hanging on and looking forward to being finished with the damn thing. I was able to pick it up in the last mile for an 8:14.
My watch time was 34:23 and my official chip time was 34:09, 40 seconds faster than last year, but of course, not nearly what I had hoped. Surprisingly, this did put me 3 of 102 in the age group. Okay, a lot of those people were walkers, and apparently a lot of them had never run "that far" before. I do wonder where all the fast old women go on the morning of this race, however.
They don't give out nearly as much swag as they used to at this race. I still use some of the things they've given out over the years: the key chain, the little candy dishes, the sportbags. There was the technical shirt, in a hideous gray color this time, but that was it pre-race. At the finish, you could pick up another "prize"---earbuds with the race logo on them.
I've never been a big fan of this race, so the earbuds seem especially apt considering how I feel about the people who need to run with tunes! But I have to admit that this race has steadily improved each year. So I'll probably keep showing up for it if I don't have anyplace else better to be.
So this was it, the race I had spent the last few months training for. Unfortunately, in the last few weeks, the training program sort of went to pot. I slacked off for various reasons, ran fewer miles, finished fewer cross training workouts, ate too much and gained a few pounds back, and let's face it, I wasn't doing any targeted speed training sessions for this anyway.
But there I was at the start line, as ever optimistic about improving my time over last year. Yes, although I am generally a pessimist about most things, for some reason I tend to be overly optimistic about my potential performance in races. My goal time was 32 minutes, or around three minutes faster than last year. Hey, it could happen.
Beyond being faster, I wanted to move up in my age group standings. Last year I was 4th. It wouldn't matter much in the end because they only give awards to the top 50 men and women, and in this big race at my age I am at a disadvantage.
New course this year. They took out the steep hill in the last mile and replaced it with a longer, less steep hill. Some might say they dumbed it down.
It was warmer and more humid than last year. I left the house at 7:30 and jogged to the start, about a mile and a half. I didn't see many people I knew at the start. 3000 entrants for a race in my neighborhood and I recognized hardly anyone. These are not my people. I recognized exactly two people: one, my Congresswoman (whom I am now embarrassed that I ever supported, though I thought she was the lesser of two evils; and two, one of my neighbors (who didn't recognize me).
A woman standing next to me commented on how sweaty I was and we hadn't even started yet. I told her that I had run there from my house. She asked me how many miles I usually ran, and I just gave her that blank look before responding "it depends." How do you respond to that question? It's a question you expect from a non-runner but not on the starting line of a race! I also overheard someone behind me saying she had never run "this far" before.
No, these are not my people. Anyway, I hoped I was standing in the right spot because even though there was chip timing, I didn't want to have to run around too many people.
It worked out okay. First mile was 8:25 (including about 20 seconds to cross the start). A little slower than I wanted to be but I was having to adjust my expectations in the heat. I grabbed a cup of water at the aid station. Then mile 2 was 8:57, a lot slower than I wanted to be, and the goal time was now out the window. At least my knee felt okay. Mile 3 was an 8:47, just hanging on and looking forward to being finished with the damn thing. I was able to pick it up in the last mile for an 8:14.
My watch time was 34:23 and my official chip time was 34:09, 40 seconds faster than last year, but of course, not nearly what I had hoped. Surprisingly, this did put me 3 of 102 in the age group. Okay, a lot of those people were walkers, and apparently a lot of them had never run "that far" before. I do wonder where all the fast old women go on the morning of this race, however.
They don't give out nearly as much swag as they used to at this race. I still use some of the things they've given out over the years: the key chain, the little candy dishes, the sportbags. There was the technical shirt, in a hideous gray color this time, but that was it pre-race. At the finish, you could pick up another "prize"---earbuds with the race logo on them.
I've never been a big fan of this race, so the earbuds seem especially apt considering how I feel about the people who need to run with tunes! But I have to admit that this race has steadily improved each year. So I'll probably keep showing up for it if I don't have anyplace else better to be.
French Park Creek Crossings
This is about the race I ran on June 10, another in the trail series. It's July now and so I am relying on memory and a couple of notes in my training log.
I think this is my favorite of the trail races. It's those creeks. I really love splashing through them late in the race when I'm hot and tired. I laugh at the people who try to go around them or stay up on the rocks. I just splash right through the middle. It's fun.
So, it was hot. I think. And we hadn't had much rain so the creeks were not as deep as usual. And I wasn't feeling so great that morning, and I felt semi-bad the whole way.
I made a stupid move mid-race where I jumped off a log onto a bridge, and I misjudged the distance and landed funny on the gimpy left knee and it went all wobbly and I almost fell. That was the point where Cyndi K., of course, was right behind me, so she passed me and I did not manage to catch her after that.
I lost heart for a few minutes and was even walking, but then I recovered and picked it up, and ended up finishing not too far behind Cyndi and still faster than last year by almost a minute. Time was 35:14. I was 15 of 56 women (right behind Cyndi, she only beat me by 20 seconds) and 82 of 147 runners.My age-graded time was faster than Cyndi's because I am one year older. I am still left wondering how much better I would have done if I had not almost fallen.
When I got home I iced my knee and had some Aleve. I was worried about it for a few days but it's okay. I think I just stressed or stretched some tendons in the back of my knee. I didn't have any swelling, but the knee didn't feel very stable for a few weeks after this race.
I think this is my favorite of the trail races. It's those creeks. I really love splashing through them late in the race when I'm hot and tired. I laugh at the people who try to go around them or stay up on the rocks. I just splash right through the middle. It's fun.
So, it was hot. I think. And we hadn't had much rain so the creeks were not as deep as usual. And I wasn't feeling so great that morning, and I felt semi-bad the whole way.
I made a stupid move mid-race where I jumped off a log onto a bridge, and I misjudged the distance and landed funny on the gimpy left knee and it went all wobbly and I almost fell. That was the point where Cyndi K., of course, was right behind me, so she passed me and I did not manage to catch her after that.
I lost heart for a few minutes and was even walking, but then I recovered and picked it up, and ended up finishing not too far behind Cyndi and still faster than last year by almost a minute. Time was 35:14. I was 15 of 56 women (right behind Cyndi, she only beat me by 20 seconds) and 82 of 147 runners.My age-graded time was faster than Cyndi's because I am one year older. I am still left wondering how much better I would have done if I had not almost fallen.
When I got home I iced my knee and had some Aleve. I was worried about it for a few days but it's okay. I think I just stressed or stretched some tendons in the back of my knee. I didn't have any swelling, but the knee didn't feel very stable for a few weeks after this race.
Ault Park Switchback Run 2012
This one was a bit of a disaster. Seriously, I am beginning to wonder about the decline of my mental faculties. This is the second time in the past few months where I have gone off course and run farther than I should have. And this time the race was right in my backyard. Or front yard, to be more exact. The point where I turned the wrong way is about a tenth of a mile from my house.
I started writing this the day of the race and then I kinda forgot about it, so I guess I'll finish it now. So anyway, I expected to be faster. I was lighter. I was stronger. It is my home course.
It started off okay. But somehow at about the one mile point, where you are supposed to turn left and then make a right to get on the Burr Oak Trail, I stupidly followed some other confused people and made a right turn through the yellow caution tape (I know! Stupid!) and ran a bit down the Ridge Trail (which you are supposed to run up after the Burr Oak Trail.
I realized my mistake fairly quickly, but instead of fixing it properly by just going back to the turn and going the right way, I instead retraced my steps even farther, ultimately adding possibly an entire mile onto my race. And I took a couple other people with me on this.
Other people, the ones who ran down the Ridge Trail, had a different experience. They cut the course. One of these was Cyndi K., who still accepted an age-graded award (I would not have!).
So I was pretty bummed about this, and I wonder how fast I would have been if I had not screwed up. My time was about 3 1/2 minutes slower than last year, and I was 24 of 59 women (vs. 18 of 42 last year), and 109 of 161 runners (vs. 78 of 116 last year). I estimate that I probably would have finished in about the same position (18th) if I had not gone off course.
I started writing this the day of the race and then I kinda forgot about it, so I guess I'll finish it now. So anyway, I expected to be faster. I was lighter. I was stronger. It is my home course.
It started off okay. But somehow at about the one mile point, where you are supposed to turn left and then make a right to get on the Burr Oak Trail, I stupidly followed some other confused people and made a right turn through the yellow caution tape (I know! Stupid!) and ran a bit down the Ridge Trail (which you are supposed to run up after the Burr Oak Trail.
I realized my mistake fairly quickly, but instead of fixing it properly by just going back to the turn and going the right way, I instead retraced my steps even farther, ultimately adding possibly an entire mile onto my race. And I took a couple other people with me on this.
Other people, the ones who ran down the Ridge Trail, had a different experience. They cut the course. One of these was Cyndi K., who still accepted an age-graded award (I would not have!).
So I was pretty bummed about this, and I wonder how fast I would have been if I had not screwed up. My time was about 3 1/2 minutes slower than last year, and I was 24 of 59 women (vs. 18 of 42 last year), and 109 of 161 runners (vs. 78 of 116 last year). I estimate that I probably would have finished in about the same position (18th) if I had not gone off course.
And so it begins
On Monday I am going to officially start training for my fall marathon. I am excited to be trying something new. For the first time ever, I have purchased a "customized" training program from an actual coach, exercise physiologist Greg McMillan. The way it works is you fill out a little questionnaire about your history, current and past training, and goals, and for $125 they send you back a 16 week training plan. Your plan takes account of everything going on in your life---which in my case, is the dog training and competing, and my daughter's upcoming wedding.
Could I have come up with a similar plan on my own? Probably. But I am hoping that having a plan created "for me" by a professional will give me a little more incentive to follow it vs. something I came up with myself. Anyway, for not much more than the cost of a pair of running shoes (or in my case, two pairs, since I like the cheap ones) I have this plan. Worth a try.
So far, I've only just skimmed the plan a couple of times but I have a couple of quick takeaways:
1) I need to pay more attention to recovery, i.e., what I eat after a race or hard workout, and what I do the day after. I generally eat well, but I have not paid specific attention to exactly what I might need in the hours after the workout to maximize my ability to recover. And too often I have done hard workouts on back to back days just to fit them in, without considering the benefit of rest.
2) When I've done speed work, I've been doing it too fast. I haven't been doing the workouts at the right pace to give me the maximum benefit.
3) I need to focus on getting the long runs done. I've struggled with them and I really have to fit them in.
4) I have to skip some races I might have done because they don't fit in with the training plan. I have to skip the ones that will get in the way of achieving my goal.
Mostly, it looks achievable for me if I just don't let anything else get in the way beyond the things that are already planned---although that 16-20 miler I am supposed to do on the Thursday before the wedding does give me pause.
Could I have come up with a similar plan on my own? Probably. But I am hoping that having a plan created "for me" by a professional will give me a little more incentive to follow it vs. something I came up with myself. Anyway, for not much more than the cost of a pair of running shoes (or in my case, two pairs, since I like the cheap ones) I have this plan. Worth a try.
So far, I've only just skimmed the plan a couple of times but I have a couple of quick takeaways:
1) I need to pay more attention to recovery, i.e., what I eat after a race or hard workout, and what I do the day after. I generally eat well, but I have not paid specific attention to exactly what I might need in the hours after the workout to maximize my ability to recover. And too often I have done hard workouts on back to back days just to fit them in, without considering the benefit of rest.
2) When I've done speed work, I've been doing it too fast. I haven't been doing the workouts at the right pace to give me the maximum benefit.
3) I need to focus on getting the long runs done. I've struggled with them and I really have to fit them in.
4) I have to skip some races I might have done because they don't fit in with the training plan. I have to skip the ones that will get in the way of achieving my goal.
Mostly, it looks achievable for me if I just don't let anything else get in the way beyond the things that are already planned---although that 16-20 miler I am supposed to do on the Thursday before the wedding does give me pause.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Catching up with myself
.Here's what's been going on with me and running lately:
Did I already write about this stuff? I forget. Anyway, I picked Indy because I could still get a hotel reservation there. Columbus was all booked up. I found out that is because it is a football weekend, and also there is some gigantic horse show in town that weekend.
Saw our old friend Tom Possert at the race. He's in town for the next couple of months. The neighborhood 5k is not where I'd expect to see him---would expect him more at the trail race that I did on Sunday---but there he was. He said he had not been running at all, but I noticed he still could not stop speculating on what kind of time it would take to win the thing.
The course had changed yet again. This year we ran one block up Herschel Ave. and turned onto Suncrest and did a loop back that took us out to Observatory. Then we went up Observatory, down Ault Park Ave. and up Custer (as usual) but skipped the little loop of Observatory Place. In the park, we turned right at the top of the hill instead of going left and around the back of the pavilion. And on Principio, apparently we were supposed to run on the sidewalk by the playground, but I thought that was weird so I stayed out in the street. It's unclear to me if this affected my distance or my time. I never run up that sidewalk because it is flatter to stay out in the street. OTOH, the street is slghtly longer in distance. So, it's probably a wash.
It was hot Friday night but not too humid. I was expecting something in the 25s, which I've never done before in this race. But after that 25:30-ish time at St. Joseph's home, I was sure I had it in me. So I was pretty disappointed that my finish time was 26:27. I don't think that the new start made the race any more difficult, or at least not that much. My times for the first two miles w's alere okay. It was the third mile where I ran into trouble. That one started in the middle of the uphill going into the park, which is brutal, but we finished with the nice, long downhill, which should have made up for it.
I almost threw up at the bottom of that hill. I found myself making the dry heaving noises. Some mother watching on the sideline said something to her husband like, "well, that was disconcerting." She reminded me of the skinny jogger ladies in their brand new running attire that I find myself resenting at these races...until I totally kick their butts. Yeah, lady, I care about how I do in these races and I want to run as fast as I can, even if it makes me puke.
Fortunately, all I had for lunch on Friday was a cup of Greek yogurt, so there was no risk of spillage.
Mile 1 was an 8:06, mile 2 was an 8:28, and mile 3 was a 9:08, with about a 45 second last .1---that last part is a little peppy, at least.
Possibly that little stretch where I was the only one running in the street with everybody else up on the hill by the playground is to blame. Maybe I slowed down some for that couple of tenths of a mile because I was worried about being off course. I'm also wondering if the course wasn't a little bit long. The way they keep changing it, it's hard to believe that it's totally accurate.
Anyway, I was the only one in my age group so I got that, and I was the 12th woman overall of 221 (was hoping to be in the top ten but oh well), and 63 of 437 runners, which is not too bad for an old lady. There were also 73 walkers.
As Tom P. pointed out, this race doesn't exactly attract the faster runners, which works out well for me. It's mostly kids from the school and their parents. Still, I have noticed a positive trend in the past few years of the kids being better trained. And there's also been less cheating---which was a problem with the old course, for sure.
And once again, I didn't hang around for the awards :-( I might have if I had hit my time goal. Or if there had been some food. I don't know what happened with the food. They used to grill hot dogs and had chocolate chip cookies at the finish. I didn't smell any hot dogs and I didn't see anything out except for cups of water. Not even any sports drink. So I talked to Tom for another couple of minutes, and then headed home.
At first I was kinda bummed about not hitting my goal, but eventually I realized that it was actually 52 seconds faster than last year, and my second fastest time ever at this race. So really that is not so bad. Sure, I was 7 1/2 pounds lighter this year than last, but I'm also another year older.
I did a one mile warmup by jogging around the oval where they have the packet pickup and refreshments. Pre-race, I chatted with Cyndi K. I said my goal was to go under an hour, since I was a little over an hour the first year and 1:04 last year with the mud. She said she didn't remember what her times were. After chatting with her a few times now, I am beginning to believe her when she says she doesn't know.
Me, I know. I have little Excel spreadsheets with statistics on these things---things like the temperature that day, what I weighed at the time and what I wore. I do. My finish time is the least of it.
So, I had this little goal of breaking an hour, but honestly that was probably less ambitious than it needed to me, considering how much lighter I am than last year. But after recent disappointments, I didn't want to set the bar too high. And it was hot.
I do want to note that I was wearing my cute black running skirt and matching top from SkirtSports, so maybe I did resemble some of those jogger ladies that I can't stand.
What were other people wearing? Well, a lot of the women were in skirts. Probably a higher percentage than I've seen at road races. Not sure why. Also, there were a surprising number of people wearing compression socks. For a 5.4 mile trail run? I think that is silly. I'm wondering if this is just because it is a relatively small group, and a lot of them train with the crowd from the running shoe store, and they are all easily influenced, and if one person adopts something all of a sudden they're all doing it. I don't see any reason why any normal person would need to wear compression socks for such a short race. I mean, yeah, if you're Paula Radcliffe or Shalene Flannigan in the marathon, maybe it makes the difference between a world record or a win versus second place. But for the average Joe Jogger in a short race, I can't imagine it matters. It's just silly.
Also, lots of ear buds and electronic devices. Or maybe I just notice them more in trail races because I think it is so sad that people need them for those events. I can understand why somebody might need their tunes with them, or a good book, if they were out on a long run by themselves or running indoors on the treadmill. Even I need something on the treadmill. And I can sort of understand why somebody who is really dependent on their music for motivation might need it during a long race like a marathon. I don't need it, but I think that is because I started off running without it and never became dependent on it.
But I really don't understand what kind of person needs this for a short trail run. You're out in nature, and the birds are singing and the trees are rustling, and plus you're in a race where you are supposed to be concentrating on racing. What kind of idiot needs an iPod plugged in their ears for that? Plus it's dangerous if you're running on technical singletrack and people need to pass.
I could go on and on about how much this bothers me. But I'll try to let it go. I did resolve to try to pass as many of these idiots as I could.
Okay, so about the race. I set myself up in the middle of the pack. We started with a little out and back on the grass to get us spread out before we hit the trail. I thought Cyndi was already ahead of me and I decided I did not care. I was just going to run my best race and not worry about that. After the last race (where she ran shorter and I ran longer) there's no way I can move ahead of her in the standings unless she skips a race and I do really well in all of the rest of them. Not worth worrying about. Just concentrate on me.
I felt pretty good in the first mile and it seemed like I wasn't getting passed by as many people as usual in these things. I fell in line behind a group of women. We were all strung out in a line. I felt like I could go a little faster but I decided to stay in the back of the line and relax. No reason to pass them until I had to. And the worst thing is to pass people and then get passed again later. If we were all still together at the end, I figured I could outkick them on the grass.
Things were going great until suddenly there was a loud beeping noise that startled me and almost made me fall---not great when you're running on the side of a hill. Was it a phone ringing? I thought it was coming from one of the women in front of me, who were all hooked up with their iPods and iPhones and whatever. So incredibly irritating. Now I really wanted to beat these chicks.
About a third of way into the race, we came out of the woods into a clearing where there was a water stop set up. I grabbed a cup and headed back into the woods as the little pack of women who annoyed me broke up, I let one get in front of me---in addition to the earbuds, she had the compression sleeves on her legs.
A guy behind me said something about how great it was to be halfway. We were only 20 minutes into the race, so I had to let him know that halfway was probably another ten minutes off.
In the second half of the race, a woman was running just behind me. I tried to encourage her to go around me, but she said she liked having a pacer. Yeah, she said that. So I said that I liked it too. I asked her what her goal time was. She said she didn't have a goal but she just wanted to beat her friends---she was part of the group of women I had been running behind earlier.
Things were going okay until suddenly there was the loud beep again! This time I seriously almost wiped out but recovered before going down.
Okay, this is as far as I got with the report back in May, before I got distracted. Now it is July and I am going to try to finish it up:
Well, I ran the rest of the race with this fool and her beeping device. It turns out it was her watch or something, and it was beeping to tell her she had finished another mile. She insisted that it was accurate even in the woods on the trails. I don't think so but whatever. I can appreciate the desire to use such a device. After all, I have my little Nike Sportband thingy, too. But I thought the loud beeping was rude. Especially since it almost made me fall. And I told her so. I also thought about complaining to Bob Roncker after the race, but in the end, I let it go. Whatever.
I don't now remember much about the rest of the race. On the last uphill, I left the beeper woman behind, and I think I kicked past a couple other people at the end. My time was 56:29 (like 8 minutes faster than last year), well under my goal of an hour. I was 10 of 50 women, 53 of 116 runners (3rd woman age-graded, and 19th runner age-graded).
I beat Cyndi K. She must have been behind me the whole way because I didn't remember passing her. She told me after that she had fallen during the race, which did slow her down some. There were quite a few falls during this race, because the trails were very dry with not much traction. And of course, there were those beepy things. I was lucky not to fall myself. Cyndi K. agreed with me, BTW, about the people with the devices being irritating. She is a real trail runner, after all.
Training
After the marathon going slower than expected in March, I decided to spend the next few months focusing on running some shorter races faster. Specifically, I want to run a good time at the Hyde Park Blast in late June. But for weekly mileage, I'm running about the same amount as ever. I might even be running more miles than I have when I "trained" for marathons the past couple of years. The long runs are 12-13 miles each week. I will have a good base when I start back to marathon training. Oh, and the marathon I'll be training for is Indy Monumental in early November.Did I already write about this stuff? I forget. Anyway, I picked Indy because I could still get a hotel reservation there. Columbus was all booked up. I found out that is because it is a football weekend, and also there is some gigantic horse show in town that weekend.
Cross Training (yeah, really)
I'm playing around with some iPhone apps that guide you through strength training, core work, total body conditioning, crossfit----whatever you want to call it. I tried using a TRX device but until I can get Tommy to install a wall or ceiling mount it just isn't going to work. I don't have a door that closes in the correct direction while still allowing sufficient space for full arm and leg extension for that to work. But let me say that the Nike Training Club beginner workout really kicked my butt when I tried it last week.Kilgour 5k
Friday night, May 18, I ran the Kilgour 5k, which I do just about every year since it's in my neighborhood. As usual, it required rushing home from an agility trial, which I did not mind so much because I was not having the most successful afternoon. Also as usual, I warmed up for the race by jogging up to the start to pick up my shirt, jogging home and then back to the start again.Saw our old friend Tom Possert at the race. He's in town for the next couple of months. The neighborhood 5k is not where I'd expect to see him---would expect him more at the trail race that I did on Sunday---but there he was. He said he had not been running at all, but I noticed he still could not stop speculating on what kind of time it would take to win the thing.
The course had changed yet again. This year we ran one block up Herschel Ave. and turned onto Suncrest and did a loop back that took us out to Observatory. Then we went up Observatory, down Ault Park Ave. and up Custer (as usual) but skipped the little loop of Observatory Place. In the park, we turned right at the top of the hill instead of going left and around the back of the pavilion. And on Principio, apparently we were supposed to run on the sidewalk by the playground, but I thought that was weird so I stayed out in the street. It's unclear to me if this affected my distance or my time. I never run up that sidewalk because it is flatter to stay out in the street. OTOH, the street is slghtly longer in distance. So, it's probably a wash.
It was hot Friday night but not too humid. I was expecting something in the 25s, which I've never done before in this race. But after that 25:30-ish time at St. Joseph's home, I was sure I had it in me. So I was pretty disappointed that my finish time was 26:27. I don't think that the new start made the race any more difficult, or at least not that much. My times for the first two miles w's alere okay. It was the third mile where I ran into trouble. That one started in the middle of the uphill going into the park, which is brutal, but we finished with the nice, long downhill, which should have made up for it.
I almost threw up at the bottom of that hill. I found myself making the dry heaving noises. Some mother watching on the sideline said something to her husband like, "well, that was disconcerting." She reminded me of the skinny jogger ladies in their brand new running attire that I find myself resenting at these races...until I totally kick their butts. Yeah, lady, I care about how I do in these races and I want to run as fast as I can, even if it makes me puke.
Fortunately, all I had for lunch on Friday was a cup of Greek yogurt, so there was no risk of spillage.
Mile 1 was an 8:06, mile 2 was an 8:28, and mile 3 was a 9:08, with about a 45 second last .1---that last part is a little peppy, at least.
Possibly that little stretch where I was the only one running in the street with everybody else up on the hill by the playground is to blame. Maybe I slowed down some for that couple of tenths of a mile because I was worried about being off course. I'm also wondering if the course wasn't a little bit long. The way they keep changing it, it's hard to believe that it's totally accurate.
Anyway, I was the only one in my age group so I got that, and I was the 12th woman overall of 221 (was hoping to be in the top ten but oh well), and 63 of 437 runners, which is not too bad for an old lady. There were also 73 walkers.
As Tom P. pointed out, this race doesn't exactly attract the faster runners, which works out well for me. It's mostly kids from the school and their parents. Still, I have noticed a positive trend in the past few years of the kids being better trained. And there's also been less cheating---which was a problem with the old course, for sure.
And once again, I didn't hang around for the awards :-( I might have if I had hit my time goal. Or if there had been some food. I don't know what happened with the food. They used to grill hot dogs and had chocolate chip cookies at the finish. I didn't smell any hot dogs and I didn't see anything out except for cups of water. Not even any sports drink. So I talked to Tom for another couple of minutes, and then headed home.
At first I was kinda bummed about not hitting my goal, but eventually I realized that it was actually 52 seconds faster than last year, and my second fastest time ever at this race. So really that is not so bad. Sure, I was 7 1/2 pounds lighter this year than last, but I'm also another year older.
Mt. Airy Trail Race
On Sunday morning, I headed to Mt. Airy Forest for the next race in the Dirt Days series. I had debated between entering the 10.8 (double loop) or just the 5.4. I thought maybe the 10.8 would give me a better chance at a higher finishing spot, which I need if I want to improve my place in the series standings. But it was hot and a bit humid on Sunday, and I was still a bit tired from the agility trial, so I was happy that I had signed up for the 5.4 miler.I did a one mile warmup by jogging around the oval where they have the packet pickup and refreshments. Pre-race, I chatted with Cyndi K. I said my goal was to go under an hour, since I was a little over an hour the first year and 1:04 last year with the mud. She said she didn't remember what her times were. After chatting with her a few times now, I am beginning to believe her when she says she doesn't know.
Me, I know. I have little Excel spreadsheets with statistics on these things---things like the temperature that day, what I weighed at the time and what I wore. I do. My finish time is the least of it.
So, I had this little goal of breaking an hour, but honestly that was probably less ambitious than it needed to me, considering how much lighter I am than last year. But after recent disappointments, I didn't want to set the bar too high. And it was hot.
I do want to note that I was wearing my cute black running skirt and matching top from SkirtSports, so maybe I did resemble some of those jogger ladies that I can't stand.
What were other people wearing? Well, a lot of the women were in skirts. Probably a higher percentage than I've seen at road races. Not sure why. Also, there were a surprising number of people wearing compression socks. For a 5.4 mile trail run? I think that is silly. I'm wondering if this is just because it is a relatively small group, and a lot of them train with the crowd from the running shoe store, and they are all easily influenced, and if one person adopts something all of a sudden they're all doing it. I don't see any reason why any normal person would need to wear compression socks for such a short race. I mean, yeah, if you're Paula Radcliffe or Shalene Flannigan in the marathon, maybe it makes the difference between a world record or a win versus second place. But for the average Joe Jogger in a short race, I can't imagine it matters. It's just silly.
Also, lots of ear buds and electronic devices. Or maybe I just notice them more in trail races because I think it is so sad that people need them for those events. I can understand why somebody might need their tunes with them, or a good book, if they were out on a long run by themselves or running indoors on the treadmill. Even I need something on the treadmill. And I can sort of understand why somebody who is really dependent on their music for motivation might need it during a long race like a marathon. I don't need it, but I think that is because I started off running without it and never became dependent on it.
But I really don't understand what kind of person needs this for a short trail run. You're out in nature, and the birds are singing and the trees are rustling, and plus you're in a race where you are supposed to be concentrating on racing. What kind of idiot needs an iPod plugged in their ears for that? Plus it's dangerous if you're running on technical singletrack and people need to pass.
I could go on and on about how much this bothers me. But I'll try to let it go. I did resolve to try to pass as many of these idiots as I could.
Okay, so about the race. I set myself up in the middle of the pack. We started with a little out and back on the grass to get us spread out before we hit the trail. I thought Cyndi was already ahead of me and I decided I did not care. I was just going to run my best race and not worry about that. After the last race (where she ran shorter and I ran longer) there's no way I can move ahead of her in the standings unless she skips a race and I do really well in all of the rest of them. Not worth worrying about. Just concentrate on me.
I felt pretty good in the first mile and it seemed like I wasn't getting passed by as many people as usual in these things. I fell in line behind a group of women. We were all strung out in a line. I felt like I could go a little faster but I decided to stay in the back of the line and relax. No reason to pass them until I had to. And the worst thing is to pass people and then get passed again later. If we were all still together at the end, I figured I could outkick them on the grass.
Things were going great until suddenly there was a loud beeping noise that startled me and almost made me fall---not great when you're running on the side of a hill. Was it a phone ringing? I thought it was coming from one of the women in front of me, who were all hooked up with their iPods and iPhones and whatever. So incredibly irritating. Now I really wanted to beat these chicks.
About a third of way into the race, we came out of the woods into a clearing where there was a water stop set up. I grabbed a cup and headed back into the woods as the little pack of women who annoyed me broke up, I let one get in front of me---in addition to the earbuds, she had the compression sleeves on her legs.
A guy behind me said something about how great it was to be halfway. We were only 20 minutes into the race, so I had to let him know that halfway was probably another ten minutes off.
In the second half of the race, a woman was running just behind me. I tried to encourage her to go around me, but she said she liked having a pacer. Yeah, she said that. So I said that I liked it too. I asked her what her goal time was. She said she didn't have a goal but she just wanted to beat her friends---she was part of the group of women I had been running behind earlier.
Things were going okay until suddenly there was the loud beep again! This time I seriously almost wiped out but recovered before going down.
Okay, this is as far as I got with the report back in May, before I got distracted. Now it is July and I am going to try to finish it up:
Well, I ran the rest of the race with this fool and her beeping device. It turns out it was her watch or something, and it was beeping to tell her she had finished another mile. She insisted that it was accurate even in the woods on the trails. I don't think so but whatever. I can appreciate the desire to use such a device. After all, I have my little Nike Sportband thingy, too. But I thought the loud beeping was rude. Especially since it almost made me fall. And I told her so. I also thought about complaining to Bob Roncker after the race, but in the end, I let it go. Whatever.
I don't now remember much about the rest of the race. On the last uphill, I left the beeper woman behind, and I think I kicked past a couple other people at the end. My time was 56:29 (like 8 minutes faster than last year), well under my goal of an hour. I was 10 of 50 women, 53 of 116 runners (3rd woman age-graded, and 19th runner age-graded).
I beat Cyndi K. She must have been behind me the whole way because I didn't remember passing her. She told me after that she had fallen during the race, which did slow her down some. There were quite a few falls during this race, because the trails were very dry with not much traction. And of course, there were those beepy things. I was lucky not to fall myself. Cyndi K. agreed with me, BTW, about the people with the devices being irritating. She is a real trail runner, after all.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Faster than Expected!
I finished the 5k this morning in 25:27, which is 12 seconds faster than I ran it in 1999. I'm pretty happy with that, especially since I was thinking maybe 27 minutes at best! I think that the difficulty of this particular course adds a minute or so to my time, so it seems like I am still in 24:30 5k shape.
(Okay, let's me honest and state also that the other times I ran this race they held it in August, so we had the full benefit of sun and humidity, whereas today was good weather for running faster. But still, I am 13 years older...and that must count for something!)
I almost didn't make it there this morning. Wasn't too enthused about it from the get go, because it's a really dreary day outside (40s and rain). And the notes in my running logs from 1999 and 2003 about this race were disturbing. In 1999, I commented that my knee felt weird afterwards. In 2003, note that it was just a few months before I ended up having knee surgery! So, you have to wonder if the hilly course had anything to do with it.
I reminded myself about the residents of St. Joseph's Home. I felt it would be dishonorable not to at least show up.
Stuck with just one cup of coffee this morning. Didn't want a repeat of two weeks ago at the finish line. Left the house at 8 am for the 9 am start. Dressed in long-sleeve shirt from the Hartford Marathon and the trusty and increasingly threadbare CW-X capri tights. Really need to get some new ones. Also, water-repellant ballcap from Delaware Marathon. Tucked some gloves in my gear bag, along with a change of clothes for post-race.
All was well until a couple of miles before my exit off I-71. Traffic was at a standstill. I should have listened to the traffic report before leaving but it's Saturday so I didn't think it would be an issue. Anyway, they had the road blocked off completely at my planned exit and I had to get off one stop before. By the time I could get moving, it was looking like I was going to arrive with less than 15 minutes to race time, and I like to have a little more than that. Wondered if I would even make it in time. Never know with the GPS if it is telling me to do the right thing or not.
On the way home I found out that the little stretch of highway was closed because of an overturned semi. It was flipped over on the concrete divider, and at that point, it looked the cleanup crew had pried it open and were removing boxes from it for transport in another truck.
I did make it there about 15 minutes before the start, parked in a hurry and trotted up to pick up my number. Kept my fleece jacket on because it was so cold, and was almost starting to think about running with it on but came to my senses in time. Jogged back to the car and got the nylon coverup I had tucked in my bag at the last minute, and my gloves, and did my warmup wearing that. Didn't have time to go a full mile, but tried to get a little up and down hill in.
Looked around at groups of skinny women dressed in stylish, aerodynamic running attire and felt...dumpy. But I tried to tell myself that they must be new runners and that was why they were in new clothes.
And then it was time to line up. I took off the nylon coverup but didn't think I had enough time to go back to the car, so I just tied it around my waist. The good thing is that it has a zipper pocket so I could put my car key in there. The key was too big for the pocket of my tights. The other good thing about the coverup tied around my waist was that just in case my tights really were too threadbare or in just case a seam just suddenly ripped open, I was safe.
This is not a very big race, so I lined up right in front where the fast people are supposed to be. Not that I am fast, but the road is pretty wide, relative to the number of people, so I didn't think I would be blocking any real speedsters. There were just a few women there who looked competitive, despite the aforementioned clothing (like the woman who was just standing to my right), and honestly, I didn't see any men who looked real fast. So I didn't think I was going to impede anyone.
My plan was to run the first fast downhill mile "sensibly"---that is, I knew it would be faster than I am capable of on a flat course, and I wasn't going to hold myself back, but I also wasn't going to do anything stupid. I was going to be careful. The mantra was "flow."
For the second mile, I was going to try to run faster than usual for a flat second mile. The mantra was "attack."
For the third mile, well, there the plan was a little less developed. I wanted to attack that one also, but I also didn't want to trash my knee in the process. So, the mantra was a little more like "hang on."
The race director fired a starting pistol and we were off. As I thought, plenty of room. A few women took off ahead of me but I managed to catch a couple of them before we'd gone a half mile or so. The hill was not as steep as I remembered. That was a good thing. I stopped worrying about my knee. Hit the first mile marker in 6:58. Hey, that was just a few seconds slower than 1999, when I felt like I was running way outside my capabilities. So, for some "sensible" running, it was decent. I skipped the aid station but thanked the volunteers.
Okay, here we are in mile two and it is time to "attack." Except, I did not feel much like attacking. Yes, things were going well, and I was glad I had come out for the race and made it there on time, but I didn't know if I had any "attack" in me. There weren't any women around for me to try to catch or pass, just some older, not especially fit looking, guys. Not much incentive to push real hard. But, I tried to focus on doing my best.
Hit the mile two marker with a 7:57. Hey, sub-15 minutes for two miles! That's probably my best in quite awhile. That was encouraging. Maybe there was some "attack" in me after all.
And then we turned off into a parking lot and around to the hill. Most of the last mile (except for a little bit at the beginning of it) is uphill, and it is quite a hill. Unlike the downhill first mile, it was just as steep as I remembered. The only good thing about it was that it was cool and overcast instead of hot and sunny.
There was another aid station in the parking lot and I skipped that one, too, but once again thanked the volunteers. Who thanked me right back.
I became aware of some very loud wheezing and grunting noises, and realized that it was me making those sounds. But it felt good to make those sounds, so I decided that I didn't care what they guys around me thought, I would just keep doing it. I passed one guy, for good, that I had been trading places with for much of the race.
I was in that no-man's (woman's?) land, where I often find myself in these small races, between the fast people in the front and the slow people in the back.
I wanted to run, however slowly, up the entire hill. I tried to keep remembering to pump my arms. At one point, I decided that maybe I could walk just as fast as I could run, so I admit that I did shift to a walk for a few steps. But I quickly realized that even my very slow running was faster than walking, so I went back to the "run."
At the turnoff into the access road to St. Joseph's, there were a few volunteers waiting on the side, with a couple of the residents in wheelchairs. All the residents who were outside for the race were bundled up in matching dark blue rain ponchos. The volunteers were all relentlessly cheery looking. It is difficult and important work that they are doing. I gave them a big smile and waved my arms broadly.
As I think about this race, I think it is maybe more for the families and the volunteers than it is for the residents. I could be wrong. The way I think about this race is that it is an opportunity for the families of the residents and the staff and the volunteers at the home to get together with the community, and share the day together with the residents of the home. And that is a nice thing to be a small part of.
I had been hoping that I was wrong about how much was left of the race, but just as I remembered, there was quite a bit more hill to go. I continued up the access road and passed my car. Where was that three mile marker? Agggh. There was one guy ahead of me. I wasn't going to catch him.
I hit the button on my watch at the three mile marker but didn't look at it. (Later I would see that this mile was a 9:48, actually 13 seconds slower than my 1999 time. So much for the benefits of shade.)
I tried to pick it up for that last .1, and I managed to, a little, covering it in 44 seconds (vs. 56 seconds in 1999). Final time was 25:27. I was twelve seconds faster than in 1999, and most of that improvement was in the second mile (attack!) and that last .1. And, since I was only expecting to finish in 27 minutes, this was very happy news. So, I guess you could say I did run the race according to plan, and the plan worked out even better than expected.
I stood along side the finish chute and cheered for some of the other runners, then I started to get cold so I walked to my car to get my dry clothes, then went inside the warm auditorium for waffles and sausages. Not bad post race food, not bad at all. People around me were talking about how happy they were with their finish times in the 32 minute range. I was pretty sure that I had won my age group. I didn't see anybody there I recognized.
They announced the overall winners and also the winners of the team competition. The men's winner didn't even break 20, and the woman ran a 22. I noted that I was faster than the winning team, which was a bunch of guys. They didn't announce the rest of the awards, but told you to just look on the wall where they had posted the results, and if you had won something, go up to a table where they would give you a medal. Maybe it was because in a race with just 149 runners and 78 walkers and multiple awards in the age groups, almost everybody goes home with something.
In the end, I was 1 of 4 in my age group, 8 of 84 women, and 22 of 149 runners overall (plus I beat the 78 walkers, but they started after us, and the guy who won the race walk would not have been too far behind me, as he was walking seriously fast).
Now if I could just find a way to get some 20 mile long runs in every other week, like I used to do in 1999, maybe I could break 4 hours in the marathon again after all.
(Okay, let's me honest and state also that the other times I ran this race they held it in August, so we had the full benefit of sun and humidity, whereas today was good weather for running faster. But still, I am 13 years older...and that must count for something!)
I almost didn't make it there this morning. Wasn't too enthused about it from the get go, because it's a really dreary day outside (40s and rain). And the notes in my running logs from 1999 and 2003 about this race were disturbing. In 1999, I commented that my knee felt weird afterwards. In 2003, note that it was just a few months before I ended up having knee surgery! So, you have to wonder if the hilly course had anything to do with it.
I reminded myself about the residents of St. Joseph's Home. I felt it would be dishonorable not to at least show up.
Stuck with just one cup of coffee this morning. Didn't want a repeat of two weeks ago at the finish line. Left the house at 8 am for the 9 am start. Dressed in long-sleeve shirt from the Hartford Marathon and the trusty and increasingly threadbare CW-X capri tights. Really need to get some new ones. Also, water-repellant ballcap from Delaware Marathon. Tucked some gloves in my gear bag, along with a change of clothes for post-race.
All was well until a couple of miles before my exit off I-71. Traffic was at a standstill. I should have listened to the traffic report before leaving but it's Saturday so I didn't think it would be an issue. Anyway, they had the road blocked off completely at my planned exit and I had to get off one stop before. By the time I could get moving, it was looking like I was going to arrive with less than 15 minutes to race time, and I like to have a little more than that. Wondered if I would even make it in time. Never know with the GPS if it is telling me to do the right thing or not.
On the way home I found out that the little stretch of highway was closed because of an overturned semi. It was flipped over on the concrete divider, and at that point, it looked the cleanup crew had pried it open and were removing boxes from it for transport in another truck.
I did make it there about 15 minutes before the start, parked in a hurry and trotted up to pick up my number. Kept my fleece jacket on because it was so cold, and was almost starting to think about running with it on but came to my senses in time. Jogged back to the car and got the nylon coverup I had tucked in my bag at the last minute, and my gloves, and did my warmup wearing that. Didn't have time to go a full mile, but tried to get a little up and down hill in.
Looked around at groups of skinny women dressed in stylish, aerodynamic running attire and felt...dumpy. But I tried to tell myself that they must be new runners and that was why they were in new clothes.
And then it was time to line up. I took off the nylon coverup but didn't think I had enough time to go back to the car, so I just tied it around my waist. The good thing is that it has a zipper pocket so I could put my car key in there. The key was too big for the pocket of my tights. The other good thing about the coverup tied around my waist was that just in case my tights really were too threadbare or in just case a seam just suddenly ripped open, I was safe.
This is not a very big race, so I lined up right in front where the fast people are supposed to be. Not that I am fast, but the road is pretty wide, relative to the number of people, so I didn't think I would be blocking any real speedsters. There were just a few women there who looked competitive, despite the aforementioned clothing (like the woman who was just standing to my right), and honestly, I didn't see any men who looked real fast. So I didn't think I was going to impede anyone.
My plan was to run the first fast downhill mile "sensibly"---that is, I knew it would be faster than I am capable of on a flat course, and I wasn't going to hold myself back, but I also wasn't going to do anything stupid. I was going to be careful. The mantra was "flow."
For the second mile, I was going to try to run faster than usual for a flat second mile. The mantra was "attack."
For the third mile, well, there the plan was a little less developed. I wanted to attack that one also, but I also didn't want to trash my knee in the process. So, the mantra was a little more like "hang on."
The race director fired a starting pistol and we were off. As I thought, plenty of room. A few women took off ahead of me but I managed to catch a couple of them before we'd gone a half mile or so. The hill was not as steep as I remembered. That was a good thing. I stopped worrying about my knee. Hit the first mile marker in 6:58. Hey, that was just a few seconds slower than 1999, when I felt like I was running way outside my capabilities. So, for some "sensible" running, it was decent. I skipped the aid station but thanked the volunteers.
Okay, here we are in mile two and it is time to "attack." Except, I did not feel much like attacking. Yes, things were going well, and I was glad I had come out for the race and made it there on time, but I didn't know if I had any "attack" in me. There weren't any women around for me to try to catch or pass, just some older, not especially fit looking, guys. Not much incentive to push real hard. But, I tried to focus on doing my best.
Hit the mile two marker with a 7:57. Hey, sub-15 minutes for two miles! That's probably my best in quite awhile. That was encouraging. Maybe there was some "attack" in me after all.
And then we turned off into a parking lot and around to the hill. Most of the last mile (except for a little bit at the beginning of it) is uphill, and it is quite a hill. Unlike the downhill first mile, it was just as steep as I remembered. The only good thing about it was that it was cool and overcast instead of hot and sunny.
There was another aid station in the parking lot and I skipped that one, too, but once again thanked the volunteers. Who thanked me right back.
I became aware of some very loud wheezing and grunting noises, and realized that it was me making those sounds. But it felt good to make those sounds, so I decided that I didn't care what they guys around me thought, I would just keep doing it. I passed one guy, for good, that I had been trading places with for much of the race.
I was in that no-man's (woman's?) land, where I often find myself in these small races, between the fast people in the front and the slow people in the back.
I wanted to run, however slowly, up the entire hill. I tried to keep remembering to pump my arms. At one point, I decided that maybe I could walk just as fast as I could run, so I admit that I did shift to a walk for a few steps. But I quickly realized that even my very slow running was faster than walking, so I went back to the "run."
At the turnoff into the access road to St. Joseph's, there were a few volunteers waiting on the side, with a couple of the residents in wheelchairs. All the residents who were outside for the race were bundled up in matching dark blue rain ponchos. The volunteers were all relentlessly cheery looking. It is difficult and important work that they are doing. I gave them a big smile and waved my arms broadly.
As I think about this race, I think it is maybe more for the families and the volunteers than it is for the residents. I could be wrong. The way I think about this race is that it is an opportunity for the families of the residents and the staff and the volunteers at the home to get together with the community, and share the day together with the residents of the home. And that is a nice thing to be a small part of.
I had been hoping that I was wrong about how much was left of the race, but just as I remembered, there was quite a bit more hill to go. I continued up the access road and passed my car. Where was that three mile marker? Agggh. There was one guy ahead of me. I wasn't going to catch him.
I hit the button on my watch at the three mile marker but didn't look at it. (Later I would see that this mile was a 9:48, actually 13 seconds slower than my 1999 time. So much for the benefits of shade.)
I tried to pick it up for that last .1, and I managed to, a little, covering it in 44 seconds (vs. 56 seconds in 1999). Final time was 25:27. I was twelve seconds faster than in 1999, and most of that improvement was in the second mile (attack!) and that last .1. And, since I was only expecting to finish in 27 minutes, this was very happy news. So, I guess you could say I did run the race according to plan, and the plan worked out even better than expected.
I stood along side the finish chute and cheered for some of the other runners, then I started to get cold so I walked to my car to get my dry clothes, then went inside the warm auditorium for waffles and sausages. Not bad post race food, not bad at all. People around me were talking about how happy they were with their finish times in the 32 minute range. I was pretty sure that I had won my age group. I didn't see anybody there I recognized.
They announced the overall winners and also the winners of the team competition. The men's winner didn't even break 20, and the woman ran a 22. I noted that I was faster than the winning team, which was a bunch of guys. They didn't announce the rest of the awards, but told you to just look on the wall where they had posted the results, and if you had won something, go up to a table where they would give you a medal. Maybe it was because in a race with just 149 runners and 78 walkers and multiple awards in the age groups, almost everybody goes home with something.
In the end, I was 1 of 4 in my age group, 8 of 84 women, and 22 of 149 runners overall (plus I beat the 78 walkers, but they started after us, and the guy who won the race walk would not have been too far behind me, as he was walking seriously fast).
Now if I could just find a way to get some 20 mile long runs in every other week, like I used to do in 1999, maybe I could break 4 hours in the marathon again after all.
Friday, April 20, 2012
Make a Prediction
Tomorrow I'm going to run the St. Joseph's Home 5k. The last time I ran this race may have been in 1999. Back then, it was in August, which was pretty brutal. And the course itself is bad enough without the heat. It's one mile straight downhill, one mile flat, one mile plus uphill. And it is quite the hill.
So, back in 1999, when I was, according to my running log, approximately the same weight I am right now if not a pound or two heavier, I ran it in 25:38. Which, at the time, was over a minute slower than I was running flat 5ks that summer. But...I was also averaging 40 miles a week in contrast to less than 25 a week right now. And I was doing 20 mile long runs every other week. And I was doing mile repeats at 5k race pace. (I guess I mistaken about my not ever having done speedwork regularly before. I forgot. The way I used to train, which I thought was pretty lackadaisical at the time, actually makes my current efforts look very wimpy). Oh, and I was running 4:00 marathons without too much trouble.
I also ran the first mile of this race in 6:54, which at the time was my one mile PR. (I hadn't run many mile races.) Not just my PR for the first mile of a 5k, but my PR for one mile in any race. The splits were 6:54, 8:13, 9:35 and 56 seconds for the last bit.
I plan to go out a little more conservatively this time, and hope that I can push it more (relatively) in the second mile. I also think that I am maybe a little better at the uphill stuff than I used to be.
I'm not saying that I'm going to be faster than I was in 1999. That cannot be. But I'm thinking that maybe it won't be too far off my other current 5ks.
Which are, what? I haven't run a 5k since the fall, and then I was running 24:30s, same as I was in 1999. So, I guess that means at least last fall I had 24:30 speed for a 5k. But based on the recent 10ks, I'm probably closer to 26 minutes for an average 5k right now.
And this is far from the average 5k. So, what? I am thinking somewhere between 27 and 30. I have decided to be very satisfied with a 27, but not overly surprised if it ends up being closer to 30.
Oh, and try not to destroy my knee, which has been bothering me the past few days. And hope the weird ankle pain I have been having since yesterday is really nothing.
So, back in 1999, when I was, according to my running log, approximately the same weight I am right now if not a pound or two heavier, I ran it in 25:38. Which, at the time, was over a minute slower than I was running flat 5ks that summer. But...I was also averaging 40 miles a week in contrast to less than 25 a week right now. And I was doing 20 mile long runs every other week. And I was doing mile repeats at 5k race pace. (I guess I mistaken about my not ever having done speedwork regularly before. I forgot. The way I used to train, which I thought was pretty lackadaisical at the time, actually makes my current efforts look very wimpy). Oh, and I was running 4:00 marathons without too much trouble.
I also ran the first mile of this race in 6:54, which at the time was my one mile PR. (I hadn't run many mile races.) Not just my PR for the first mile of a 5k, but my PR for one mile in any race. The splits were 6:54, 8:13, 9:35 and 56 seconds for the last bit.
I plan to go out a little more conservatively this time, and hope that I can push it more (relatively) in the second mile. I also think that I am maybe a little better at the uphill stuff than I used to be.
I'm not saying that I'm going to be faster than I was in 1999. That cannot be. But I'm thinking that maybe it won't be too far off my other current 5ks.
Which are, what? I haven't run a 5k since the fall, and then I was running 24:30s, same as I was in 1999. So, I guess that means at least last fall I had 24:30 speed for a 5k. But based on the recent 10ks, I'm probably closer to 26 minutes for an average 5k right now.
And this is far from the average 5k. So, what? I am thinking somewhere between 27 and 30. I have decided to be very satisfied with a 27, but not overly surprised if it ends up being closer to 30.
Oh, and try not to destroy my knee, which has been bothering me the past few days. And hope the weird ankle pain I have been having since yesterday is really nothing.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Run for the American Dream 10k
I did this one on Saturday, April 7. It was my third time competing in the race. I ran it four years ago, and again two years ago.
The race is a benefit for an organization called Working in Neighborhoods. The mission of the organization is to "harness the power of neighborhood leadership to build strong communities." What that means, apparently, is promoting home ownership, hence the name of the race---"Run for the American Dream." WIN provides assistance to first time home buyers through education, financial counseling, and downpayment assistance programs.
The race is held in Winton Woods Park, a 2500 acre park on the west side of Cincinnati. The course is composed entirely of a paved walking path. There's a 5k run and separate walk, 10k run, kids fun run, and this year, an Easter Egg Hunt (including an appearance by the Easter Bunny). For the 10k, you repeat the same course twice.
This is a tiny little race with relatively large and generous trophies. They give out big ones for the top three overall men and women in each of the events, plus medals to the age group winners in ten-year categories. Ordinarily I avoid those races with the ten-year splits but this is such a small race, so I make an exception. And the first year I ran it, I won a big trophy for third overall in the 10k. Last time I was slower and just won the age group.
I seemed to recall that they had slightly better than usual food at this one (unfortunately I did not remember correctly or it has changed), and the t-shirt is included in your entry fee.
This race was going to be the kick off for my spring 10k training program, in which I am going to try to get a little faster at that distance. My time in this race tells me where I am starting from.
I wanted to leave the house at 8 am on Saturday morning, but I was running a little late, trying to finish up that second cup of coffee, and when I got in the car, I realized I did not remember how to get to the park. I have not been there very many times, and the last time was for this race two years ago. My new friend, "Siri," was no help in this regard, as she was only able to suggest 11 parking lots near my house when I asked her for directions to Winton Woods Park.
Siri really is good for finding coffee shops and that is about it.
My old friend, "Garmina," had even more trouble than Siri. She got stuck in a loop and could not come up with anything. Maybe she is intimidated by Siri? She needn't be.
So I had to go back in the house and ask Tommy. The directions he gave me did not sound correct. So I went online and found an actual street address for the entrance closest to the race. That was enough for Garmina to get started, although I did have to ignore some of her advice.
By that point it was 8:15, and it's a 20 minute drive. This is a tad bit later than I like to leave for a race.
When I arrived, there was some confusion among the volunteers about where to park. I was directed into the lot across the street from the start/finish area, before realizing that I might be better off looking for a spot closer. So that cost me another five minutes. But I did get one of the last spots in the lot right by the start. I didn't have this year's park pass yet but there was nobody around to buy it from so I decided not to sweat it.
I got my shirt and bib and chip, and by the time I got my number pinned on and my chip attached to my shoe (yes, they have chip timing at this itty bitty race, which seems silly but probably does make it easier for the race director), I did not have enough time for my usual ten minute warmup. And I didn't have enough time to visit the bathroom, either. I had to choose, short warmup or bathroom. I felt okay, so I chose the warmup. Barely had enough time to get a half-mile in, jogging around the parking lot. It would have to do.
The 5k and 10k runs start together, and there's no way to tell from looking at people which race they are doing. It was written in black Sharpie on the front of our bibs but you had to look at someone from the front to see it. There were a couple of women who looked pretty fast. Tall, skinny, young woman. Shorter, athletically built woman in compression socks, also relatively young. Tall, skinny, youngish blonde woman in sunglasses. Little girl, looked to be about 12.
And at the start, there was a relatively fit woman in black just ahead of me.
It took me just a couple of seconds to get over the starting line. I almost ran into the dividers they have sticking up on the path to prevent cars from driving on it, because the people just ahead of me were blocking my view when we started running.
The woman in black was a little bit ahead. I could have run fast enough to keep up with her---if I was only going 5k. I wondered which race she was doing and if maybe she would come back to me.
The race course is a little bit confusing, because you cross the same point multiple times even if you are only doing the 5k. Fortunately they had volunteers at every point where you had to make a choice, so even I did not get lost.
Hit the first mile in 8:03. Maybe a little fast but we were only going 10k so I wasn't too concerned. There was an aid station near the two mile mark so I grabbed a cup of water and walked a few steps. Mile 2 was 8:29. Near the end of the third mile, I could see some of the faster 10k runners coming back towards me on their second lap. I counted at least three women, and I knew there may have been more even faster who passed by before I came through. Mile 3 was an 8:40. I guess I really am that slow, after all.
It was really hard to make that turn back out onto the course again. I did not see the woman in black so I guessed she must have been running the 5k. Mile 4 was an 8:34. Mile 5 was an 8:50 and I skipped the water stop this time. It was kind of empty out there the second time around, and I didn't have anybody to try to race against, so it was hard to keep pushing myself. When we made the little turn around just past mile 5 I didn't see anybody close behind me.
But, I reminded myself that I wanted to run as best as I was capable of running. Mile 6 was an 8:23. I was lapping some of the walkers doing the 5k, but fortunately the path was wide enough so they didn't get in my way. Ran the last .2 in 1:42, for an official time of 52:39.
Right at the finish line there was a volunteer who wanted to cut our shoe tags off. I said okay, but I apologize if I throw up on you. Those two cups of coffee with cream and sugar were not staying down. So I held up my shoe for her to remove the tag while I barfed off to the side. Then I walked over to the grass and barfed some more. People were asking me if I was okay and I just kept trying to indicate that it was not big deal, I (almost) always do this.
The race director came over and asked me for my tear off tag, which apparently they were not doing for everybody, but seemed to me to indicate that maybe I was winning something, so what the heck, I would stick around.
I keep hoping to discover that I really am faster than this but I think I have to face reality! This is all I've got right now. At least I was faster than I ran it in four years ago, and a lot faster than two years ago (which was kind of a low point in my life as a runner).
I didn't think I was getting one of those big trophies like I did four years ago, but I thought I had a good shot at the age group awards, especially after the race director took my tag. I was hoping there would be pancakes, but instead all they had were awful supermarket bagels (not made bearable by the addition of cream cheese), Gatorade and stuffed grape leaves (from Oasis Mediterranian Grill, one of the sponsors). There were lamb and veggie stuffed grape leaves. I tried a lamb one. It was way too salty for me and I had to throw it away.
Anyway, it turned out that the tall woman in black had run the 5k, and she was actually the 5k woman's overall winner. I was just a little amused to realize that based on her time, I probably would have beaten her if I had run the 5k---because if I was only going 5k I would have gone a lot faster per mile. The 2nd and 3rd place women in the 5k (who also got big trophies) ran even slower than my 10k pace.
The more competitive runners were in the 10k. The skinny, fast young woman I remembered from the start won in a time of 39 minutes and change. Second place was the blonde woman in the sunglasses, and third place was the 12 year old girl. I was the sixth place woman (of 17) and first of two in my age group, and I was 26 of 44 runners overall. I was also the second oldest woman there---the other woman in my age group was the oldest.
52:39, I have to keep reminding myself, is still faster than I was at this point a year ago. It's a place from which to start.
The race is a benefit for an organization called Working in Neighborhoods. The mission of the organization is to "harness the power of neighborhood leadership to build strong communities." What that means, apparently, is promoting home ownership, hence the name of the race---"Run for the American Dream." WIN provides assistance to first time home buyers through education, financial counseling, and downpayment assistance programs.
The race is held in Winton Woods Park, a 2500 acre park on the west side of Cincinnati. The course is composed entirely of a paved walking path. There's a 5k run and separate walk, 10k run, kids fun run, and this year, an Easter Egg Hunt (including an appearance by the Easter Bunny). For the 10k, you repeat the same course twice.
This is a tiny little race with relatively large and generous trophies. They give out big ones for the top three overall men and women in each of the events, plus medals to the age group winners in ten-year categories. Ordinarily I avoid those races with the ten-year splits but this is such a small race, so I make an exception. And the first year I ran it, I won a big trophy for third overall in the 10k. Last time I was slower and just won the age group.
I seemed to recall that they had slightly better than usual food at this one (unfortunately I did not remember correctly or it has changed), and the t-shirt is included in your entry fee.
This race was going to be the kick off for my spring 10k training program, in which I am going to try to get a little faster at that distance. My time in this race tells me where I am starting from.
I wanted to leave the house at 8 am on Saturday morning, but I was running a little late, trying to finish up that second cup of coffee, and when I got in the car, I realized I did not remember how to get to the park. I have not been there very many times, and the last time was for this race two years ago. My new friend, "Siri," was no help in this regard, as she was only able to suggest 11 parking lots near my house when I asked her for directions to Winton Woods Park.
Siri really is good for finding coffee shops and that is about it.
My old friend, "Garmina," had even more trouble than Siri. She got stuck in a loop and could not come up with anything. Maybe she is intimidated by Siri? She needn't be.
So I had to go back in the house and ask Tommy. The directions he gave me did not sound correct. So I went online and found an actual street address for the entrance closest to the race. That was enough for Garmina to get started, although I did have to ignore some of her advice.
By that point it was 8:15, and it's a 20 minute drive. This is a tad bit later than I like to leave for a race.
When I arrived, there was some confusion among the volunteers about where to park. I was directed into the lot across the street from the start/finish area, before realizing that I might be better off looking for a spot closer. So that cost me another five minutes. But I did get one of the last spots in the lot right by the start. I didn't have this year's park pass yet but there was nobody around to buy it from so I decided not to sweat it.
I got my shirt and bib and chip, and by the time I got my number pinned on and my chip attached to my shoe (yes, they have chip timing at this itty bitty race, which seems silly but probably does make it easier for the race director), I did not have enough time for my usual ten minute warmup. And I didn't have enough time to visit the bathroom, either. I had to choose, short warmup or bathroom. I felt okay, so I chose the warmup. Barely had enough time to get a half-mile in, jogging around the parking lot. It would have to do.
The 5k and 10k runs start together, and there's no way to tell from looking at people which race they are doing. It was written in black Sharpie on the front of our bibs but you had to look at someone from the front to see it. There were a couple of women who looked pretty fast. Tall, skinny, young woman. Shorter, athletically built woman in compression socks, also relatively young. Tall, skinny, youngish blonde woman in sunglasses. Little girl, looked to be about 12.
And at the start, there was a relatively fit woman in black just ahead of me.
It took me just a couple of seconds to get over the starting line. I almost ran into the dividers they have sticking up on the path to prevent cars from driving on it, because the people just ahead of me were blocking my view when we started running.
The woman in black was a little bit ahead. I could have run fast enough to keep up with her---if I was only going 5k. I wondered which race she was doing and if maybe she would come back to me.
The race course is a little bit confusing, because you cross the same point multiple times even if you are only doing the 5k. Fortunately they had volunteers at every point where you had to make a choice, so even I did not get lost.
Hit the first mile in 8:03. Maybe a little fast but we were only going 10k so I wasn't too concerned. There was an aid station near the two mile mark so I grabbed a cup of water and walked a few steps. Mile 2 was 8:29. Near the end of the third mile, I could see some of the faster 10k runners coming back towards me on their second lap. I counted at least three women, and I knew there may have been more even faster who passed by before I came through. Mile 3 was an 8:40. I guess I really am that slow, after all.
It was really hard to make that turn back out onto the course again. I did not see the woman in black so I guessed she must have been running the 5k. Mile 4 was an 8:34. Mile 5 was an 8:50 and I skipped the water stop this time. It was kind of empty out there the second time around, and I didn't have anybody to try to race against, so it was hard to keep pushing myself. When we made the little turn around just past mile 5 I didn't see anybody close behind me.
But, I reminded myself that I wanted to run as best as I was capable of running. Mile 6 was an 8:23. I was lapping some of the walkers doing the 5k, but fortunately the path was wide enough so they didn't get in my way. Ran the last .2 in 1:42, for an official time of 52:39.
Right at the finish line there was a volunteer who wanted to cut our shoe tags off. I said okay, but I apologize if I throw up on you. Those two cups of coffee with cream and sugar were not staying down. So I held up my shoe for her to remove the tag while I barfed off to the side. Then I walked over to the grass and barfed some more. People were asking me if I was okay and I just kept trying to indicate that it was not big deal, I (almost) always do this.
The race director came over and asked me for my tear off tag, which apparently they were not doing for everybody, but seemed to me to indicate that maybe I was winning something, so what the heck, I would stick around.
I keep hoping to discover that I really am faster than this but I think I have to face reality! This is all I've got right now. At least I was faster than I ran it in four years ago, and a lot faster than two years ago (which was kind of a low point in my life as a runner).
I didn't think I was getting one of those big trophies like I did four years ago, but I thought I had a good shot at the age group awards, especially after the race director took my tag. I was hoping there would be pancakes, but instead all they had were awful supermarket bagels (not made bearable by the addition of cream cheese), Gatorade and stuffed grape leaves (from Oasis Mediterranian Grill, one of the sponsors). There were lamb and veggie stuffed grape leaves. I tried a lamb one. It was way too salty for me and I had to throw it away.
Anyway, it turned out that the tall woman in black had run the 5k, and she was actually the 5k woman's overall winner. I was just a little amused to realize that based on her time, I probably would have beaten her if I had run the 5k---because if I was only going 5k I would have gone a lot faster per mile. The 2nd and 3rd place women in the 5k (who also got big trophies) ran even slower than my 10k pace.
The more competitive runners were in the 10k. The skinny, fast young woman I remembered from the start won in a time of 39 minutes and change. Second place was the blonde woman in the sunglasses, and third place was the 12 year old girl. I was the sixth place woman (of 17) and first of two in my age group, and I was 26 of 44 runners overall. I was also the second oldest woman there---the other woman in my age group was the oldest.
52:39, I have to keep reminding myself, is still faster than I was at this point a year ago. It's a place from which to start.
Saturday, April 07, 2012
ORRRC Marathon, where I fail to qualify for Boston by a very large margin
I picked this race because I thought it would be a good place for me to try to get a Boston qualifier. Somehow I had managed to forget that I have had some really sucky races in Xenia doing the associated half-marathon, so there wasn’t a good reason to expect that the marathon would be any better. I guess I should have thought about it a little more carefully.
Because, I had a really sucky day in Xenia. I am trying to figure out exactly what went wrong. Was I really so badly trained? Was I really still sick? Or is it just a place where I am doomed to run poorly?
The Friday night before the race I was watching the weather report on TV and sure enough it looked like a little bit of a twister was touching down in the area near Xenia. I asked someone during the race why they schedule it for tornado season, and we joked about how it is always tornado season in Xenia.
Wikipedia says that Xenia was known to the Shaunee Indians as "the land of the crazy winds," which wouldn't be so bad if it was at our backs the whole way. Unfortunately, on an out and back course, it doesn't work that way, and the wind was blowing in our faces on the way back.
They used to hold this a bit earlier in the year. I recall the first time I went up there for the half-marathon, I think it was in early March. And it was like 20 degrees and windy. It was horrible. So maybe tornado season is an improvement!
Comedian Dave Chappelle owns several houses in Xenia, and the city is mentioned in a "They Might Be Giants" song. But I think if you played word association with most people around here and you said "Xenia" they would say "tornado." Sorry Xenia!
The other thing Xenia is a little famous for is being the residence of the author of the novel "And Ladies of the Club," which I personally have never read. I found a bed and breakfast that claims to be the setting of the novel. It seems to be really close to the start/finish of the race and looks like it would be a great place to stay if you were coming from out of town for this race. The other place you can stay is a Ramada, that is supposed to be nasty now, but was at one time the start/finish/staging area of the race.
Xenia is close to the town of Yellow Springs, home of Antioch University, which contributes a little bit of funkiness to balance out the traditional values (IMHO). Truly, it is hard to find a place that is more small town, midwest than Xenia (said this Jersey Girl). Unless, maybe, Pawnee, IN.
From my perspective, the race delivers on a lot of the necessities:
Hmmm, that may be the only negative thing. But since I have never had a good race here, I probably won’t be trying it again. At least not the full marathon.
Wrong, apparently.
By Wednesday, I was feeling good (although still somewhat congested) but I decided to not run the rest of the week and rest my legs. I was not worried about the cold affecting my race. I made a conscious effort to eat less over the past week, so I would not be carrying any extra weight on race day. Basically, I tried not to do my usual mindless snacking between meals, and didn’t let myself have any alcohol or ice cream. If I needed dessert, I had a cup of yogurt or a piece of fruit.
I was wearing my CW-X capri tights (which I need to think about replacing before they become translucent), a shortsleeved tech top and a hat from Fargo. I also wore my old, shredded (a couple of dogs have munched on it, and I also ripped it on something during a race one time) blue anorak, which is lightweight enough to tie around my waist or that I could even pitch although it seems like I am doomed to have that thing forever. I was still worried about rain and the anorak is handy for that.
I debated over wearing my big fanny pack that holds a water bottle, or a smaller one that just holds my gels. The aid stations were mostly two miles apart, but not always I ended up going with the water bottle, because there were some spots in the middle of the race where the aid stations were more like three miles apart and that is too far for me to go without water in a marathon.
Oh yeah, and I might not actually run Boston even if I do qualify. What I really want to do is run a marathon in Gansett, Rhode Island, on the Saturday before the Boston Marathon. That race uses the same qualification standards as Boston, and it is in a state where I haven’t run a marathon yet. It is also more exclusive than Boston, because the only way to run it is to qualify, whereas Boston lets in some charity runners, foreign tourists, and celebrities. The other problem with Boston now is that even if you qualify, you might not get in because more people qualify and apply to run it than the race will accept. Paradoxically, it is now both easier and harder to get in to Boston. So, I’ll use the qualifier for Gansett, but I might possibly do Boston as well if I can get in.
They used chip timing for this race, so even though it wasn’t a big field (1100 runners in the half and the full, combined), I didn’t have to stress out too much about my starting line position. It did take me maybe 30 seconds to get over the start line, and every second was going to count if I wanted to qualify.
The first two miles is a loop around downtown Xenia that brings you back by the start line, before you head out on the country roads and bike trail. My watch said 8:50 at the first mile marker, and that was encouraging. I felt good. I really thought I could hold that pace for 25 more miles. I took off the anorak.
The second mile was a 9:08, and that was okay because it included a short walk break while I took some water from my bottle, and removed the anorak. It was overcast and very humid. The fanny pack felt kind of heavy around my waist, and the anorak didn’t help, either. I had a little water at the aid station.
It was uphill to mile three. My watch said 9:52. I told myself it was the hill, or maybe the marker was in the wrong place. It was now quite humid and warmer than I had expected. I was glad I had the water bottle with me because I was thirsty, even if it was weighing me down a little. I had my first GU with the water.
In the fourth mile, we turned on to the bike trail and the course flattened out. I missed the 4 mile marker, but miles 4 and 5 were an 18:29, not too far off the 9:06 pace. I missed the mile marker for 6 as well, but 6 and 7 were an 18:35, again, not horrible. I had another gel and water somewhere in between at approximately mile 6. That sub-4:00 was slipping away but I didn’t feel too bad and I resolved to just take it a mile at a time and do my best.
Mile 8 was a 9:10. Better. Mile 9 was a 9:27. Now we headed out on the country road, and the sun came out, and I started to struggle. I had another GU and some water. And it sucks to start to struggle this early in a race. I felt overdressed, and wished I was not wearing black. At least my hat was white. I chatted with a guy who lived in the area who advised me of the hill coming up ahead. Uphill in the sun. Great. It wasn’t that steep of a hill but it was quite long. Mile ten was a 9:48. This is when I knew for sure that it just wasn’t my day.
I ran a little with a woman who was doing her first marathon. Her goal was just to finish and hopefully be under 4:40 or even 4:30. I told her she looked strong and she would make it. She was one of those tall, skinny people who doesn’t seem to sweat much. She pulled ahead of me.
And at this point I guess I got a little demoralized, not even able to keep up with someone whose goal was so much more modest than my own. Mile 11 was 10:42. Mile 12 was 10:19. Mile 13 was 10:39, mile 14 was 11:16. I wanted to drop out. I was getting in a bad mood and thinking about how there was no reason for me to be doing this race if I wasn't going to qualify for Boston.
Around mile 14.5 we turned back onto the bike trail. Mile 15 was 10:59. At some point in here I passed the tall, skinny lady, and I told her she still looked strong and she would make it. I had some brief conversations with other Maniacs. Most of them passed me. One guy who passed me told me that he had run a marathon in NJ the day before, then drove nine hours (he must have been speeding and did not stop at all along the way!) to get to Xenia. And he was running faster today. He was very proud of himself. Good for him, but I'm not sure he needed to share his tale of wonder with poor me.
Did have a lot more conversations with folks than usual during this race, maybe because the race organizers discourage the wearing of earbuds, so people were bored and needing something else to do besides just plodding ahead.
I continued with the gels every three miles, until late in the race when it was just too much trouble to deal with them so I switched to Gatorade at every water stop. Going so slow, I was actually a little worried about being over-hydrated!
Mile 16 was 9:54. I missed the mile 17 marker but 17-18 was 20:22. I thought things were looking up until I got to mile 19, which was 11:08. I just wanted it to be over!
Another guy who passed me decided he had to tell me all about how great he felt and how he was going to finish even faster than last year and he was going to pick it up and even break 4:30. Well la-dee-dah, hooray for him, I thought.
Mile 20 was 10:50, mile 21 was 11:30, mile 22 was 11:47 (things were really getting rough), mile 23 was 11:53, mile 24 was 11:54. I could not believe that after all that training I was barely going to be any faster than I was last summer/fall with almost no training. What, then, is the point of training? I don't know. I also ask myself this question every time Zen jumps off the top of the a-frame at an agility trial, but I digress.
Mile 25 was 11:40. Near the 26 mile mark we turned off the bike trail onto the street. There were volunteers blocking the bike trail, and it is a good thing they were there or I would have missed the turn (indicated my orange arrows painted on the grass).
I made the turn at the same time as another woman whom I had not noticed until that point. She turned to me and said what I had been thinking for a few hours---"this really sucks!" I said, "yeah, this totally sucks!" It was so nice to meet someone who was expressing exactly what I was feeling at that point instead of all the silly cheeriness about what a beautiful day it was to run, and how awesome it was that we could all be out there doing this race even if we were slow and all that kind of crap.
She said what sucked even more was that the next day she was going to have to get on a plane to California, and I agreed with her that totally sucked. Mile 26 was a 10:55.
At this point ordinarily I would have kicked ahead of this woman because, hey, we were still racing, after all. But she looked younger than I am (she was) and I just didn't care anymore so I let her beat me. Okay, well, I did try to pick it up a little but she did the same thing, and she crossed the line just ahead of me.
While I was eating, the tall, skinny woman came up to me and thanked me for supporting her during the race. She said that she had achieved her goal, and that our brief encounter during the race really helped her.
There are some days---most days---when I feel like my entire purpose on this earth is to make other people feel better about themselves. Maybe that's why I was really there doing this race, after all. Like all those people who passed me, I was there just so they could have someone to pass.
I told her she was still looking good. Because she was. She didn't even look like she was sweating.
I, OTOH, was quite a mess. I finished my soup and headed off to the locker room. I decided to wait until I got home for my shower, so I just changed into dry clothes and flip flops and headed out. I was pretty happy when I took my shoes and socks off to see that my feet didn't have any blisters. I was a little worried about how I would extricate myself from the car when I got home, but I called Tommy and told him that he might need to come out and help me. It felt really wonderful to sit down in the car!
Final results showed my time to be 4:31:17. I was 2 of 4 in my age group (which means, apparently, at some point an award will be arriving in the mail, since they gave them out to the top 3 in the age group) and 169 of 246 marathoners overall. The woman who won the age group finished in 3:49, closer to where I had hoped I would be. Third place, I believe, was tall, skinny lady with a 4:38.
With a couple of weeks perspective on this, I am going to blame it on the cold/flu/whatever that was I had. I don't know if I could have gone sub-4:00 otherwise, but I think it took more out of me than I suspected.
Because, I had a really sucky day in Xenia. I am trying to figure out exactly what went wrong. Was I really so badly trained? Was I really still sick? Or is it just a place where I am doomed to run poorly?
For Those of You Who Don't Live Here, a Bit about Xenia
Xenia, a place I go to only when I enter this race, is about an hour's drive north of me. One of its nicknames is "city of hospitality." The website says that Xenia is "rich in traditional values." The main thing Xenia is known for, however, is tornados. The tornado of April 1974 killed 33 people and destroyed about half the town.The Friday night before the race I was watching the weather report on TV and sure enough it looked like a little bit of a twister was touching down in the area near Xenia. I asked someone during the race why they schedule it for tornado season, and we joked about how it is always tornado season in Xenia.
Wikipedia says that Xenia was known to the Shaunee Indians as "the land of the crazy winds," which wouldn't be so bad if it was at our backs the whole way. Unfortunately, on an out and back course, it doesn't work that way, and the wind was blowing in our faces on the way back.
They used to hold this a bit earlier in the year. I recall the first time I went up there for the half-marathon, I think it was in early March. And it was like 20 degrees and windy. It was horrible. So maybe tornado season is an improvement!
Comedian Dave Chappelle owns several houses in Xenia, and the city is mentioned in a "They Might Be Giants" song. But I think if you played word association with most people around here and you said "Xenia" they would say "tornado." Sorry Xenia!
The other thing Xenia is a little famous for is being the residence of the author of the novel "And Ladies of the Club," which I personally have never read. I found a bed and breakfast that claims to be the setting of the novel. It seems to be really close to the start/finish of the race and looks like it would be a great place to stay if you were coming from out of town for this race. The other place you can stay is a Ramada, that is supposed to be nasty now, but was at one time the start/finish/staging area of the race.
Xenia is close to the town of Yellow Springs, home of Antioch University, which contributes a little bit of funkiness to balance out the traditional values (IMHO). Truly, it is hard to find a place that is more small town, midwest than Xenia (said this Jersey Girl). Unless, maybe, Pawnee, IN.
What’s Good About This Race
There are a lot of good things about this race. Let’s start with the value. It is an amazing value. The pre-registration fee is just $25. This makes it one of the cheapest marathons in the world. It is cheaper than a lot of the 5ks are around here.From my perspective, the race delivers on a lot of the necessities:
- Accurate mile markers
- Adequate aid stations, fully stocked with water and Gatorade
- Volunteers to point you in the right direction so you don’t get lost (become more of an issue for me recently!)
- Parking at the start/finish
- Plenty of food at the finish, including a variety of hot soups and cookies
- Showers at the finish
- Scenic course, relatively flat
- It’s just an hour’s drive away for me
What’s Not So Good about this Race
Weather can be unpredictable. Can be windy. Will definitely be windy somewhere along the course. No shade on the road portion. Can get hot if the sun is out.Hmmm, that may be the only negative thing. But since I have never had a good race here, I probably won’t be trying it again. At least not the full marathon.
If you are a racer who needs a lot of crowd support and people cheering and music playing and other forms of entertainment along the way, well, you won’t get that here. But I don’t need that stuff.
So, I signed up for this months ago and focused my training (to the extent that I ever focus my training) on it. Although I was, as always, a bit short on the long runs, I did more speed work, and I did it more regularly, than I ever have before. I didn’t do as many build-up races as usual, but because my fall races had gone so well, and that was before all the speed work, I was optimistic on this front. And although I didn’t do as many long runs as I was supposed to, I did more than usual. And I felt great after them. And I wasn’t having any particular biomechanical problems, unlike other times.
I figured if I could jog through a 4:36 with no specific training at all, I really shouldn’t have a problem going sub-4:00 with the training I did this time. Right?
Wrong, apparently.
Before the Race
I did a 20 mile run about 3 ½ weeks before the race and it went great. I had not done a training run that long since the last time I qualified for Boston, ten years ago. The week after that long run, I came down with a nasty head cold. I had a lot of nasal congestion and some coughing, but it did not develop into anything worse or get bad enough to make me go to the doctor in search of antibiotics.
I did go down to Louisville with Zen for two days of agility while in the thick of the cold, and I skipped the Heart Mini-Marathon that Sunday because I was still a bit sick. At that point I was a week out from the marathon. I felt recovered enough to do a little running early last week. The congestion and the coughing would clear up while I was running, but I found myself still coughing a bit in the evenings.
By Wednesday, I was feeling good (although still somewhat congested) but I decided to not run the rest of the week and rest my legs. I was not worried about the cold affecting my race. I made a conscious effort to eat less over the past week, so I would not be carrying any extra weight on race day. Basically, I tried not to do my usual mindless snacking between meals, and didn’t let myself have any alcohol or ice cream. If I needed dessert, I had a cup of yogurt or a piece of fruit.
Friday night when Tommy came home from a week out of town and made himself a martini, I could not resist and I had one beer. Saturday night I was going to cook a pasta dinner, but instead we had takeout from a local Italian place and I stuffed myself.
I was a little nervous about the weather. Weather.com was saying 30% chance of showers for the entire morning. I hoped it wouldn’t rain. Temperature-wise it was supposed to be low 50s at the start and climb to the low 60s by afternoon, which sounded okay. It had been in the 80s earlier in the week, so 50s was going to feel great.
Race morning I was up at 5-ish for coffee, yogurt and banana. I left for the start around 6:15. It took me a little over an hour to drive there, because there was some thick fog on the second half of the drive. I got one of the last parking spaces in one of the lots near the YMCA where the race start and finish is set up.
I picked up my shirt and bib, used the bathroom inside the Y (another nice feature of this race), and retreated to my car until it was time to line up.
I was wearing my CW-X capri tights (which I need to think about replacing before they become translucent), a shortsleeved tech top and a hat from Fargo. I also wore my old, shredded (a couple of dogs have munched on it, and I also ripped it on something during a race one time) blue anorak, which is lightweight enough to tie around my waist or that I could even pitch although it seems like I am doomed to have that thing forever. I was still worried about rain and the anorak is handy for that.
I debated over wearing my big fanny pack that holds a water bottle, or a smaller one that just holds my gels. The aid stations were mostly two miles apart, but not always I ended up going with the water bottle, because there were some spots in the middle of the race where the aid stations were more like three miles apart and that is too far for me to go without water in a marathon.
The Race
My goal was a 3:59, which would give me a Boston qualifier for the 50-54 age group, which I intended to use next April. I have run faster than that, but it was ten years ago. Since this was an ambitious goal, I decided that I would be happy with a time under 4:15, which would still show improvement over recent years, and would give me hope that I could get my time down under 4:10 this fall. A 4:10 run after September 25 will give me a qualifier for Boston that I can use in 2014.Oh yeah, and I might not actually run Boston even if I do qualify. What I really want to do is run a marathon in Gansett, Rhode Island, on the Saturday before the Boston Marathon. That race uses the same qualification standards as Boston, and it is in a state where I haven’t run a marathon yet. It is also more exclusive than Boston, because the only way to run it is to qualify, whereas Boston lets in some charity runners, foreign tourists, and celebrities. The other problem with Boston now is that even if you qualify, you might not get in because more people qualify and apply to run it than the race will accept. Paradoxically, it is now both easier and harder to get in to Boston. So, I’ll use the qualifier for Gansett, but I might possibly do Boston as well if I can get in.
For a goal of 3:59, you have to average 9:06 per mile. The ideal is to run a little slower in the first half and faster in the second (the elusive “negative split”) but that hardly ever happens. Most of the time, I find myself slowing down in the second half of a marathon, even on a good day. But I was going to try to just keep it around 9 minute pace, and hopefully a little below for some of the flatter miles.
They used chip timing for this race, so even though it wasn’t a big field (1100 runners in the half and the full, combined), I didn’t have to stress out too much about my starting line position. It did take me maybe 30 seconds to get over the start line, and every second was going to count if I wanted to qualify.
The first two miles is a loop around downtown Xenia that brings you back by the start line, before you head out on the country roads and bike trail. My watch said 8:50 at the first mile marker, and that was encouraging. I felt good. I really thought I could hold that pace for 25 more miles. I took off the anorak.
The second mile was a 9:08, and that was okay because it included a short walk break while I took some water from my bottle, and removed the anorak. It was overcast and very humid. The fanny pack felt kind of heavy around my waist, and the anorak didn’t help, either. I had a little water at the aid station.
It was uphill to mile three. My watch said 9:52. I told myself it was the hill, or maybe the marker was in the wrong place. It was now quite humid and warmer than I had expected. I was glad I had the water bottle with me because I was thirsty, even if it was weighing me down a little. I had my first GU with the water.
In the fourth mile, we turned on to the bike trail and the course flattened out. I missed the 4 mile marker, but miles 4 and 5 were an 18:29, not too far off the 9:06 pace. I missed the mile marker for 6 as well, but 6 and 7 were an 18:35, again, not horrible. I had another gel and water somewhere in between at approximately mile 6. That sub-4:00 was slipping away but I didn’t feel too bad and I resolved to just take it a mile at a time and do my best.
Mile 8 was a 9:10. Better. Mile 9 was a 9:27. Now we headed out on the country road, and the sun came out, and I started to struggle. I had another GU and some water. And it sucks to start to struggle this early in a race. I felt overdressed, and wished I was not wearing black. At least my hat was white. I chatted with a guy who lived in the area who advised me of the hill coming up ahead. Uphill in the sun. Great. It wasn’t that steep of a hill but it was quite long. Mile ten was a 9:48. This is when I knew for sure that it just wasn’t my day.
I ran a little with a woman who was doing her first marathon. Her goal was just to finish and hopefully be under 4:40 or even 4:30. I told her she looked strong and she would make it. She was one of those tall, skinny people who doesn’t seem to sweat much. She pulled ahead of me.
And at this point I guess I got a little demoralized, not even able to keep up with someone whose goal was so much more modest than my own. Mile 11 was 10:42. Mile 12 was 10:19. Mile 13 was 10:39, mile 14 was 11:16. I wanted to drop out. I was getting in a bad mood and thinking about how there was no reason for me to be doing this race if I wasn't going to qualify for Boston.
Around mile 14.5 we turned back onto the bike trail. Mile 15 was 10:59. At some point in here I passed the tall, skinny lady, and I told her she still looked strong and she would make it. I had some brief conversations with other Maniacs. Most of them passed me. One guy who passed me told me that he had run a marathon in NJ the day before, then drove nine hours (he must have been speeding and did not stop at all along the way!) to get to Xenia. And he was running faster today. He was very proud of himself. Good for him, but I'm not sure he needed to share his tale of wonder with poor me.
Did have a lot more conversations with folks than usual during this race, maybe because the race organizers discourage the wearing of earbuds, so people were bored and needing something else to do besides just plodding ahead.
I continued with the gels every three miles, until late in the race when it was just too much trouble to deal with them so I switched to Gatorade at every water stop. Going so slow, I was actually a little worried about being over-hydrated!
Mile 16 was 9:54. I missed the mile 17 marker but 17-18 was 20:22. I thought things were looking up until I got to mile 19, which was 11:08. I just wanted it to be over!
Another guy who passed me decided he had to tell me all about how great he felt and how he was going to finish even faster than last year and he was going to pick it up and even break 4:30. Well la-dee-dah, hooray for him, I thought.
Mile 20 was 10:50, mile 21 was 11:30, mile 22 was 11:47 (things were really getting rough), mile 23 was 11:53, mile 24 was 11:54. I could not believe that after all that training I was barely going to be any faster than I was last summer/fall with almost no training. What, then, is the point of training? I don't know. I also ask myself this question every time Zen jumps off the top of the a-frame at an agility trial, but I digress.
Mile 25 was 11:40. Near the 26 mile mark we turned off the bike trail onto the street. There were volunteers blocking the bike trail, and it is a good thing they were there or I would have missed the turn (indicated my orange arrows painted on the grass).
I made the turn at the same time as another woman whom I had not noticed until that point. She turned to me and said what I had been thinking for a few hours---"this really sucks!" I said, "yeah, this totally sucks!" It was so nice to meet someone who was expressing exactly what I was feeling at that point instead of all the silly cheeriness about what a beautiful day it was to run, and how awesome it was that we could all be out there doing this race even if we were slow and all that kind of crap.
She said what sucked even more was that the next day she was going to have to get on a plane to California, and I agreed with her that totally sucked. Mile 26 was a 10:55.
At this point ordinarily I would have kicked ahead of this woman because, hey, we were still racing, after all. But she looked younger than I am (she was) and I just didn't care anymore so I let her beat me. Okay, well, I did try to pick it up a little but she did the same thing, and she crossed the line just ahead of me.
After the Race
I got my medal---surprisingly nice one---and walked to the car to get my gear bag (which seemed incredibly heavy), then headed into the Y for some soup. I decided to eat first and then change in case they were running out. There was a choice of chili, broccoli with cheese, and chicken noodle. I went for the chicken noodle. I also grabbed a couple of chocolate chip cookies that appeared to be homemade. I headed for a spot at one of the tables, but I was afraid to sit down (because I might not be able to get up again) so I mostly kind of hovered. I ate the cookies first because that was more what I was in the mood for. But the soup was just the perfect thing.While I was eating, the tall, skinny woman came up to me and thanked me for supporting her during the race. She said that she had achieved her goal, and that our brief encounter during the race really helped her.
There are some days---most days---when I feel like my entire purpose on this earth is to make other people feel better about themselves. Maybe that's why I was really there doing this race, after all. Like all those people who passed me, I was there just so they could have someone to pass.
I told her she was still looking good. Because she was. She didn't even look like she was sweating.
I, OTOH, was quite a mess. I finished my soup and headed off to the locker room. I decided to wait until I got home for my shower, so I just changed into dry clothes and flip flops and headed out. I was pretty happy when I took my shoes and socks off to see that my feet didn't have any blisters. I was a little worried about how I would extricate myself from the car when I got home, but I called Tommy and told him that he might need to come out and help me. It felt really wonderful to sit down in the car!
Final results showed my time to be 4:31:17. I was 2 of 4 in my age group (which means, apparently, at some point an award will be arriving in the mail, since they gave them out to the top 3 in the age group) and 169 of 246 marathoners overall. The woman who won the age group finished in 3:49, closer to where I had hoped I would be. Third place, I believe, was tall, skinny lady with a 4:38.
With a couple of weeks perspective on this, I am going to blame it on the cold/flu/whatever that was I had. I don't know if I could have gone sub-4:00 otherwise, but I think it took more out of me than I suspected.
Monday, April 02, 2012
The Last Few Days
Going to try to write a little more just about the everyday stuff.
Have recovered quickly from the marathon. Was a little sore last Monday, too busy Tuesday, but able to get out for a little three miler Wednesday. Busy on Thursday, but ran again Friday and Saturday, and then did a six miler on Sunday, which went pretty well.
Today, I did another three miler, along the route where I run down Erie Ave., take a little detour around the Broadview neighborhood, and then back up Erie and finish with a little loop of my neighborhood. Its probably closer to three and a half miles. It was a beautiful day, sunny and in the low 60s. I ran into one of my neighbors, Peggy, and her dog, Quinn. He is a very handsome Golden Retriever. I never get to say hi to Quinn usually when I see them because I have the dogs with me, so today I took the opportunity to give him some pats and kisses. Peggy's former dog, Ceres, was a great friend of our girl, Libby. We chatted a little about how much we miss them. We love our current dogs but there is no replacing Ceres and Libby.
After my disappointing performance last weekend, it is time to regroup and come up with a new plan. So, the plan is that I will try again to qualify for Boston at the Indianapolis Monumental Marathon in the fall. I picked that one because I know it is a good race and a nice flat course, and not too far away. Also, all the race hotels for Columbus are already booked, but I could still get a room within a quarter mile of the start/finish in Indianapolis. And, it is a month after Susan's wedding, whereas Columbus is just a week or two after. So Indy is probably better.
I won't start training until early July, so in the meantime my goal is to do some 10k training program, and apply it to trying to better my time at the Hyde Park Blast, which is a four mile race but that shouldn't matter so much.
I'm going to run a 10k this weekend, the Run for the American Dream, which should give me a baseline for my training paces going forward.
Have recovered quickly from the marathon. Was a little sore last Monday, too busy Tuesday, but able to get out for a little three miler Wednesday. Busy on Thursday, but ran again Friday and Saturday, and then did a six miler on Sunday, which went pretty well.
Today, I did another three miler, along the route where I run down Erie Ave., take a little detour around the Broadview neighborhood, and then back up Erie and finish with a little loop of my neighborhood. Its probably closer to three and a half miles. It was a beautiful day, sunny and in the low 60s. I ran into one of my neighbors, Peggy, and her dog, Quinn. He is a very handsome Golden Retriever. I never get to say hi to Quinn usually when I see them because I have the dogs with me, so today I took the opportunity to give him some pats and kisses. Peggy's former dog, Ceres, was a great friend of our girl, Libby. We chatted a little about how much we miss them. We love our current dogs but there is no replacing Ceres and Libby.
After my disappointing performance last weekend, it is time to regroup and come up with a new plan. So, the plan is that I will try again to qualify for Boston at the Indianapolis Monumental Marathon in the fall. I picked that one because I know it is a good race and a nice flat course, and not too far away. Also, all the race hotels for Columbus are already booked, but I could still get a room within a quarter mile of the start/finish in Indianapolis. And, it is a month after Susan's wedding, whereas Columbus is just a week or two after. So Indy is probably better.
I won't start training until early July, so in the meantime my goal is to do some 10k training program, and apply it to trying to better my time at the Hyde Park Blast, which is a four mile race but that shouldn't matter so much.
I'm going to run a 10k this weekend, the Run for the American Dream, which should give me a baseline for my training paces going forward.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Things I Am Telling Myself
The things I am telling myself in the week before the marathon:
1) It is not unusual for me to catch a cold a week or two before a race. I had a cold two weeks before my first marathon and two weeks before my best marathon.
2) I did an 18 miler and a 20 miler. I haven't run that far in training since my best marathon.
3) The weather is unseasonably warm this week but it will be great on race day.
4) I run better in the heat, anyway.
5) I have never completed so many quality sessions. Not ever. Not nearly.
6) I am not having any foot problems. I love my shoes.
7) If I don't make it this time, I will have another opportunity this fall. Plus I will be able to run ten minutes slower in the fall, because I will be moving into a new age group where Boston & Gansett are concerned. So there's no pressure. I do better when there's no pressure. So it helps me a lot to know that.
I'm feeling pretty optimistic, despite the fact that I skipped that tune up race last weekend because I thought I was catching a cold, and then I skipped the Heart Mini yesterday because I actually have a cold. Instead, I slept in because my body needed that more. Then I went for a little run in the afternoon. Was going to do as much as ten miles, but stopped after five. Five felt pretty good, and I didn't want to push it while I am still recovering from the cold.
1) It is not unusual for me to catch a cold a week or two before a race. I had a cold two weeks before my first marathon and two weeks before my best marathon.
2) I did an 18 miler and a 20 miler. I haven't run that far in training since my best marathon.
3) The weather is unseasonably warm this week but it will be great on race day.
4) I run better in the heat, anyway.
5) I have never completed so many quality sessions. Not ever. Not nearly.
6) I am not having any foot problems. I love my shoes.
7) If I don't make it this time, I will have another opportunity this fall. Plus I will be able to run ten minutes slower in the fall, because I will be moving into a new age group where Boston & Gansett are concerned. So there's no pressure. I do better when there's no pressure. So it helps me a lot to know that.
I'm feeling pretty optimistic, despite the fact that I skipped that tune up race last weekend because I thought I was catching a cold, and then I skipped the Heart Mini yesterday because I actually have a cold. Instead, I slept in because my body needed that more. Then I went for a little run in the afternoon. Was going to do as much as ten miles, but stopped after five. Five felt pretty good, and I didn't want to push it while I am still recovering from the cold.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Food on the Run 10k (or another race with no food)
This is about the Food on the Run 10k, which I ran on Saturday, March 3.
I entered this race as a test to see if all the effort I have been putting into my training over the past four months will have the intended effect of making me faster. On that score, it was a disappointment. It was a decent workout and a solid effort and not a total disaster, but it wasn’t nearly as fast as I had in mind. Realistically, this probably means that I have to scale back my goal of qualifying for Boston at the upcoming ORRRC Marathon. And that completely bums me out, because the whole point of doing the ORRRC Marathon instead of some destination race in some interesting location was to maximize my chances of qualifying for Boston. I guess I’m still going to give it a shot, but things are not looking good right now.
Ok, about the race. It is an event put on by The Nutrition Council, a non-profit organization in Cincinnati whose mission is to advance child health through nutrition education. I had done this race once before with my daughter, a couple of years ago. At that time, the race course was at the Lunken bike trail, but now it is in downtown Cincinnati. This year was the 11th annual race. There is both a 5k and 10k. They give awards to the age group winners, but not any deeper, which is a bummer for obsessive age groupers like me.
My goal (and honestly, my absolute assumption about how I would do) was to be significantly faster than at my last 10k race, which was back in December. I ran 51:23 at that one. And I wanted to be closer to 50 minutes. Seriously, I wanted to break 50 minutes. I pulled out my old training logs and saw that my 10k PR was 48:55---shortly before the last time I qualified for Boston. I really thought that I might even have a shot at that. I’ve been training so hard. Hard for me, that is. Might not be what most people consider hard. But I’ve been doing consistently more than I have in a long, long time. I definitely expected that I would be at least a bit faster than I was in December.
I knew this course had some hills along the way, and the course in the December race was flat. But still, after all the training, I thought I would be faster.
The race starts and finishes at Sawyer Point in downtown Cincinnati. A quick look at the hand drawn map posted on the web site told me that the start would be uphill (away from downtown), then downhill coming back, and then what I thought was a flat out and back along the river.
But, I’m not very good at reading maps.
This was not a topographical map (just as well, because I really suck at interpreting those!), but, in fairness to myself, let’s admit that I didn’t look at it that closely.
Unnecessary Stress
After two cups of coffee, I drove downtown around 8 am for the 9 am start. Was stressed about the parking situation, which was unnecessary as there was plenty of free parking in the lot right next to the park. Lots of signs saying unauthorized vehicles would be towed but everybody was parking there and I didn’t see any tow trucks, so I assumed it was okay. I do think the race organizers could have put some info on their flyer about where to park, however, for those of us who don’t go down to that area very often.
I had a vague memory from my previous experience with this race that there was some sort of hot soup at the finish. And they were promising us that there would be plenty of good food. So I did not toss anything in my bag. Brought a water bottle but that was it. When will I ever learn? My idea of post-race food is just not the same as most of the people who put on these races. I should have brought along a Picky Bar or something.
It was a cool morning, and chillier down by the river. The sky was overcast and there was a fair amount of wind. Not my ideal race conditions. I wore my CW-X capri tights, my warmest technical top, my light-blue hat from the Lady Distance Classic, and my nicest, most expensive running gloves. I should have worn a pair of cheap, throw away gloves but I think I was just doomed to make bad decisions at this race. I didn’t have any pockets, so I wore a small fanny pack around my waist to hold my car key.
Trying Not to Make a Scene
I went to the registration to pick up my number and found out that they did not have a record of me ordering a shirt. I wasn’t 100 percent sure about it but I thought that I had ordered a shirt. After some consultation with the race director, they were going to give me one anyway. But since I couldn’t really remember, and I didn’t have my confirmation email with me, and the shirt was ugly anyway and not something I needed, I told them not to bother. I was glad later that I did not take the shirt because it turns out that I didn’t order one after all. I don’t usually order them anymore unless it is a really special race or a nice technical shirt, but for some reason I thought I had, or that it was included if you registered by a certain date.
I went for a warmup jog along the river. It took me awhile to get comfortable, and I felt some tightness in my right glute. Both my knees had been twingey while I walked to the registration table, but I chalked that up to nerves.
I heard Don Connolly telling people to line up behind the start line. I tried not to get too far back. There seemed to be a lot of people running who were part of the training groups sponsored by the Running Spot. They had special pace teams and everything. For a 5k and a 10k. Really? They need pace teams? I thought about how this is probably why I would not make a good coach for their new “Sit to Fit” program. Because I think if you want to run you should just go out and do it, and if you don’t want to run, well, then go do something else. The concept of needing someone to teach you how to run a 5k is a little weird to me.
So all these people were kind of happily bustling about in their little groups, and I was standing there by myself, same as always. Still, I’ll admit I did take advantage of the signs to position myself right in between the 8:00 and the 8:30 groups.
The race began, and although it took me a few seconds to cross the start line, it seemed like I was in the right spot, with a bunch of other people all running about my pace. We ran away from the river, up Eggleston Ave., and then all of a sudden I realized that we were on Gilbert Ave. (a big hill) and it appeared that we were going to be running all the way up the hill. WTF? I did not catch that part when I looked at the map.
I just took another look at that map and it is quite clear about where we were going. I guess I just see what I want to see sometimes!
So we ran up the hill. Hit the first mile marker in 8:36. I had expected to be a bunch faster, but I had not expected the first mile to be entirely uphill. The turnaround point was not until Eden Park Drive, where they had a water stop, so I picked up a cup. Hit mile two in 8:46, but a good portion of this mile was uphill as well, and I lost a few seconds grabbing and drinking that cup of water. I now realized, however, that my time goal was way out of reach. I didn’t feel that bad. But this was just all I apparently had in me for a 10k. So I tried to just think of it as a good, hard workout.
We came back to the park, where the 5k runners were to peel off toward the finish line. Typically in these type of events there are more people running the 5k than the 10k. I don’t know what is up with this, but I guess those Running Spot training groups are really having a big effect on people, because almost nobody who was right in front of me (and it was a huge pack of people at that point) was going to the 5k finish line. Bummer. I didn’t even think I was going to get a decent age group placement at that point.
I tucked my running gloves into the waist band of my fanny pack.
Mile 3 was an 8:20. That one was mostly downhill, but it was still nice to see a little faster number on my watch. It still wasn’t as fast as the goal pace I had assumed I would easily accomplish!
The rest of the race course made a narrow loop northeast along the river and back for a mile or so, and then another mile out-and-back to the southwest. Mile 4 was an 8:32, mile 5 was an 8:28. Somewhere in here I lost one of my expensive running gloves. Why is it that when I wear the cheapo gloves I can never lose them (same thing for my old chewed up nylon anorak that isn’t even nice enough for a bag lady to wear) but when I wear something nice, it disappears?
Around this point I fell in with the 8:30 pace group, as I was, in fact, on 8:30 pace. The leader of the group was telling the others how after the race she was headed to Arnold’s for Bockfest. Seemed a little early in the day to me for beer. And it irritated me how she could chat so cavalierly while the rest of us huffed and puffed along, but I guess that is why she was the leader of the pace team. She could probably run 8:30 pace backwards. I decided that I hated her.
I am an idiot
Mile 6 was another 8:20. At this point, I decided to ditch the pace team and take off in my finishing kick, which should have ordinarily have gotten me across the line in another 1:35 or so. But somehow, I missed the left turn to the finish line---just totally missed it---and ended up back on the earlier section of the course.
What a rookie mistake! And here I was, making fun of the training groups and their little pace teams. Serves me right. When I figured out what had happened, I stopped for a few seconds and considered just walking back to the car. And then I decided that I really should finish the race, after all. My time was going to be so much slower than I expected anyway, what difference did it make? So I jogged back on to the course and picked it up a little toward the finish line.
My mistake cost me about 1:30 or so, because what normally would take 1:35 took over 3 minutes.
I decided to jog back along the race course to see if I could find my glove. After a couple of minutes, I gave up and headed back to the finish area. Now, of course, it was jampacked with people and there was a long line for the “food.” I am putting that in quotes because it was a rather paltry buffet.
They had a big video display set up where you could view the finish times on a scrolling list, but every time I got close enough to the display to see it, it was scrolling through some category far from mine, and I did not have the patience to stare at it long enough to see how I had done. They said that if you won an award, you could pick it up at the announcer’s table, but I didn’t want to go up there and then find out that I hadn’t won anything. That is always embarrassing.
No Food for the Hungry
I fought my way to the front of a crowd and got a cup of water. I got on line to see if I could get some food. There appeared to be a lot of non-runners on the line. Like the guy right in front of me, who was wearing blue jeans. The line moved very slowly. I should have just gone home but I really wanted something to nibble on and I didn’t have anything in the car. Finally I got up there, and all they had were Panera bagels (not my favorite), orange slices, and some spicy soup from Qdoba. They didn’t even have any bananas, or at least, I didn’t see any. It was ridiculous.
So I grabbed half a cinnamon bagel. I took a cup of the tortilla soup but wound up dumping it. Big disappointment on the food. When will I learn? Just because the race is supposed to be about food and is named “Food on the Run” and they promise there will be food at the finish, it doesn’t mean there will actually be food. Because apparently my idea of what constitutes “food” is very different from the average runner. You know what would really be surprising at one of these events? If they actually had some food!
Later in the afternoon, I looked up the race results online and it turns out that even if I had run the time I had hoped for, I would not have finished much higher in the race results than I did. My slow time and my little off-course mishap may have cost me a spot in the quarterly rankings, but if I couldn’t go any faster than that I don’t really deserve to be ranked, anyway. Still, I’m glad I decided to jump back in and finish. I was 4 of 45 in the age group, and 251 of 942 runners overall.
Looking at last year’s results, I thought I had a shot at the age group win if I had run as well as I expected. But it does seem that relatively soft times one year do bring out the fast age groupers the following year. And so it was that the woman who won my age group this year is one of the fastest woman in the state in our age group. Can’t expect to compete with that!
I entered this race as a test to see if all the effort I have been putting into my training over the past four months will have the intended effect of making me faster. On that score, it was a disappointment. It was a decent workout and a solid effort and not a total disaster, but it wasn’t nearly as fast as I had in mind. Realistically, this probably means that I have to scale back my goal of qualifying for Boston at the upcoming ORRRC Marathon. And that completely bums me out, because the whole point of doing the ORRRC Marathon instead of some destination race in some interesting location was to maximize my chances of qualifying for Boston. I guess I’m still going to give it a shot, but things are not looking good right now.
Ok, about the race. It is an event put on by The Nutrition Council, a non-profit organization in Cincinnati whose mission is to advance child health through nutrition education. I had done this race once before with my daughter, a couple of years ago. At that time, the race course was at the Lunken bike trail, but now it is in downtown Cincinnati. This year was the 11th annual race. There is both a 5k and 10k. They give awards to the age group winners, but not any deeper, which is a bummer for obsessive age groupers like me.
My goal (and honestly, my absolute assumption about how I would do) was to be significantly faster than at my last 10k race, which was back in December. I ran 51:23 at that one. And I wanted to be closer to 50 minutes. Seriously, I wanted to break 50 minutes. I pulled out my old training logs and saw that my 10k PR was 48:55---shortly before the last time I qualified for Boston. I really thought that I might even have a shot at that. I’ve been training so hard. Hard for me, that is. Might not be what most people consider hard. But I’ve been doing consistently more than I have in a long, long time. I definitely expected that I would be at least a bit faster than I was in December.
I knew this course had some hills along the way, and the course in the December race was flat. But still, after all the training, I thought I would be faster.
The race starts and finishes at Sawyer Point in downtown Cincinnati. A quick look at the hand drawn map posted on the web site told me that the start would be uphill (away from downtown), then downhill coming back, and then what I thought was a flat out and back along the river.
But, I’m not very good at reading maps.
This was not a topographical map (just as well, because I really suck at interpreting those!), but, in fairness to myself, let’s admit that I didn’t look at it that closely.
Unnecessary Stress
After two cups of coffee, I drove downtown around 8 am for the 9 am start. Was stressed about the parking situation, which was unnecessary as there was plenty of free parking in the lot right next to the park. Lots of signs saying unauthorized vehicles would be towed but everybody was parking there and I didn’t see any tow trucks, so I assumed it was okay. I do think the race organizers could have put some info on their flyer about where to park, however, for those of us who don’t go down to that area very often.
I had a vague memory from my previous experience with this race that there was some sort of hot soup at the finish. And they were promising us that there would be plenty of good food. So I did not toss anything in my bag. Brought a water bottle but that was it. When will I ever learn? My idea of post-race food is just not the same as most of the people who put on these races. I should have brought along a Picky Bar or something.
It was a cool morning, and chillier down by the river. The sky was overcast and there was a fair amount of wind. Not my ideal race conditions. I wore my CW-X capri tights, my warmest technical top, my light-blue hat from the Lady Distance Classic, and my nicest, most expensive running gloves. I should have worn a pair of cheap, throw away gloves but I think I was just doomed to make bad decisions at this race. I didn’t have any pockets, so I wore a small fanny pack around my waist to hold my car key.
Trying Not to Make a Scene
I went to the registration to pick up my number and found out that they did not have a record of me ordering a shirt. I wasn’t 100 percent sure about it but I thought that I had ordered a shirt. After some consultation with the race director, they were going to give me one anyway. But since I couldn’t really remember, and I didn’t have my confirmation email with me, and the shirt was ugly anyway and not something I needed, I told them not to bother. I was glad later that I did not take the shirt because it turns out that I didn’t order one after all. I don’t usually order them anymore unless it is a really special race or a nice technical shirt, but for some reason I thought I had, or that it was included if you registered by a certain date.
I went for a warmup jog along the river. It took me awhile to get comfortable, and I felt some tightness in my right glute. Both my knees had been twingey while I walked to the registration table, but I chalked that up to nerves.
I heard Don Connolly telling people to line up behind the start line. I tried not to get too far back. There seemed to be a lot of people running who were part of the training groups sponsored by the Running Spot. They had special pace teams and everything. For a 5k and a 10k. Really? They need pace teams? I thought about how this is probably why I would not make a good coach for their new “Sit to Fit” program. Because I think if you want to run you should just go out and do it, and if you don’t want to run, well, then go do something else. The concept of needing someone to teach you how to run a 5k is a little weird to me.
So all these people were kind of happily bustling about in their little groups, and I was standing there by myself, same as always. Still, I’ll admit I did take advantage of the signs to position myself right in between the 8:00 and the 8:30 groups.
The race began, and although it took me a few seconds to cross the start line, it seemed like I was in the right spot, with a bunch of other people all running about my pace. We ran away from the river, up Eggleston Ave., and then all of a sudden I realized that we were on Gilbert Ave. (a big hill) and it appeared that we were going to be running all the way up the hill. WTF? I did not catch that part when I looked at the map.
I just took another look at that map and it is quite clear about where we were going. I guess I just see what I want to see sometimes!
So we ran up the hill. Hit the first mile marker in 8:36. I had expected to be a bunch faster, but I had not expected the first mile to be entirely uphill. The turnaround point was not until Eden Park Drive, where they had a water stop, so I picked up a cup. Hit mile two in 8:46, but a good portion of this mile was uphill as well, and I lost a few seconds grabbing and drinking that cup of water. I now realized, however, that my time goal was way out of reach. I didn’t feel that bad. But this was just all I apparently had in me for a 10k. So I tried to just think of it as a good, hard workout.
We came back to the park, where the 5k runners were to peel off toward the finish line. Typically in these type of events there are more people running the 5k than the 10k. I don’t know what is up with this, but I guess those Running Spot training groups are really having a big effect on people, because almost nobody who was right in front of me (and it was a huge pack of people at that point) was going to the 5k finish line. Bummer. I didn’t even think I was going to get a decent age group placement at that point.
I tucked my running gloves into the waist band of my fanny pack.
Mile 3 was an 8:20. That one was mostly downhill, but it was still nice to see a little faster number on my watch. It still wasn’t as fast as the goal pace I had assumed I would easily accomplish!
The rest of the race course made a narrow loop northeast along the river and back for a mile or so, and then another mile out-and-back to the southwest. Mile 4 was an 8:32, mile 5 was an 8:28. Somewhere in here I lost one of my expensive running gloves. Why is it that when I wear the cheapo gloves I can never lose them (same thing for my old chewed up nylon anorak that isn’t even nice enough for a bag lady to wear) but when I wear something nice, it disappears?
Around this point I fell in with the 8:30 pace group, as I was, in fact, on 8:30 pace. The leader of the group was telling the others how after the race she was headed to Arnold’s for Bockfest. Seemed a little early in the day to me for beer. And it irritated me how she could chat so cavalierly while the rest of us huffed and puffed along, but I guess that is why she was the leader of the pace team. She could probably run 8:30 pace backwards. I decided that I hated her.
I am an idiot
Mile 6 was another 8:20. At this point, I decided to ditch the pace team and take off in my finishing kick, which should have ordinarily have gotten me across the line in another 1:35 or so. But somehow, I missed the left turn to the finish line---just totally missed it---and ended up back on the earlier section of the course.
What a rookie mistake! And here I was, making fun of the training groups and their little pace teams. Serves me right. When I figured out what had happened, I stopped for a few seconds and considered just walking back to the car. And then I decided that I really should finish the race, after all. My time was going to be so much slower than I expected anyway, what difference did it make? So I jogged back on to the course and picked it up a little toward the finish line.
My mistake cost me about 1:30 or so, because what normally would take 1:35 took over 3 minutes.
I decided to jog back along the race course to see if I could find my glove. After a couple of minutes, I gave up and headed back to the finish area. Now, of course, it was jampacked with people and there was a long line for the “food.” I am putting that in quotes because it was a rather paltry buffet.
They had a big video display set up where you could view the finish times on a scrolling list, but every time I got close enough to the display to see it, it was scrolling through some category far from mine, and I did not have the patience to stare at it long enough to see how I had done. They said that if you won an award, you could pick it up at the announcer’s table, but I didn’t want to go up there and then find out that I hadn’t won anything. That is always embarrassing.
No Food for the Hungry
I fought my way to the front of a crowd and got a cup of water. I got on line to see if I could get some food. There appeared to be a lot of non-runners on the line. Like the guy right in front of me, who was wearing blue jeans. The line moved very slowly. I should have just gone home but I really wanted something to nibble on and I didn’t have anything in the car. Finally I got up there, and all they had were Panera bagels (not my favorite), orange slices, and some spicy soup from Qdoba. They didn’t even have any bananas, or at least, I didn’t see any. It was ridiculous.
So I grabbed half a cinnamon bagel. I took a cup of the tortilla soup but wound up dumping it. Big disappointment on the food. When will I learn? Just because the race is supposed to be about food and is named “Food on the Run” and they promise there will be food at the finish, it doesn’t mean there will actually be food. Because apparently my idea of what constitutes “food” is very different from the average runner. You know what would really be surprising at one of these events? If they actually had some food!
Later in the afternoon, I looked up the race results online and it turns out that even if I had run the time I had hoped for, I would not have finished much higher in the race results than I did. My slow time and my little off-course mishap may have cost me a spot in the quarterly rankings, but if I couldn’t go any faster than that I don’t really deserve to be ranked, anyway. Still, I’m glad I decided to jump back in and finish. I was 4 of 45 in the age group, and 251 of 942 runners overall.
Looking at last year’s results, I thought I had a shot at the age group win if I had run as well as I expected. But it does seem that relatively soft times one year do bring out the fast age groupers the following year. And so it was that the woman who won my age group this year is one of the fastest woman in the state in our age group. Can’t expect to compete with that!
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Reindeer Romp
This is about the race I ran back on December 10. I started to write about it, and then got lazy, so I finally pulled it out and finished it today.
The Reindeer Romp in Crosby Township is a benefit for Crosby Kringle Chest (toys for kids). There is a 5k and a 10k. I did the 5k for the first time two years ago with Ed. Eddy has not been training with me lately, and he is suffering from some irritation between his toes that seems to happen every year around this time, so this year he was staying home.
I decided to go for the 10k in order to get a longer run in this weekend. I was supposed to run 10 miles, but with my warm-up jog this ends up being just a little over seven. Falling behind on the long runs already, just two weeks into marathon training. Oh well.
I had a choice this weekend of running the Jingle Bell 5k downtown or the Reindeer Romp. Usually they are on different weekends. Jingle Bell is one of those big, fundraiser events. Although it is for a cause I support (Arthritis Foundation) and on the same course where I set my 5k PR, the Reindeer Romp is more of the kind of race that I love: small, but very well-organized. And the race shirt is a tech top and there’s a pancake breakfast at the end.
Contrast this with Jingle Bell, where you have to pay to park in the lot across the street, you get the same old white cotton shirt with the same design on it that they use for all the other races around the country (and even repeat from year to year), and all you get at the end are the usual bagels and bananas. And you have to fight your way through the crowds.
It’s been in the low 30s for the past few days, and I forced myself to get out and run in it even when I might normally have run on the treadmill, because I wanted to try to get used to the cold. As if that were really possible.
Of course, it was even colder this morning (about 20 degrees when I left for the race). Crosby Township is west of here, about 30 miles and a 40 minute drive. I was wondering why I thought this would be fun.
Sun was rising by the time I arrived at the start. Parked in the grassy field next to the Senior Center. Packet pickup was in a tent outside the building. Got my shirt and ticket for the door prize. The shirt this year is a long sleeved technical top in a lime green, and I think this is like the 3rd lime green shirt I’ve gotten at a race this year. I throw the shirt in the car, then head inside the senior center to hit the restroom and hang out where it is warm with other people who are making fun of the shirt.
I see some other people who are going to be running with their dogs, and I wonder if Eddy and I started a trend two years ago when he was the only dog.
We head outside, and walk across a frosty field to start in the street. It’s cold, but clear and sunny and really quite pretty out. There are a couple of people dressed in costumes (there is a costume competition, with prizes), including a guy dressed in a deer suit. Or maybe he is a reindeer? But not Rudolph, because he lacks the red nose. Anyway, few enough people that everybody gets a prize. The race director has them come up to the front and does the judging before the race begins.
The race director advises us that there is some ice on the path beneath the underpasses along the 10k portion of the route, so I know to watch out for it.
And then we’re off, running through the quiet, country roads of Crosby Township. This part is familiar to me from the 5k.
My goal is to try to get as close to 50 minutes as I can, although I know that something like 52 is more realistic. That’s about 8:00 pace. First mile is 7:56. So far, so good.
I become aware of a woman with frizzy hair who might be in my age group (it is hard to say for sure because we are all so bundled up) running nearby. Somebody to race with. Wonder if she is doing the 5k or the 10k.
At about 1 ½ miles in, we hit the bike trail, where there is a water stop, so I have a cup. I am remembering how when I stopped at this point to have a drink while running with Eddy, he got so pissed at me. He just wanted to go!
Mile 2 is 8:33, because I slowed down at the water stop. I have pulled ahead of the woman with the frizzy hair, however. I can hear her footsteps behind me, and I am kind of hoping that she will be making the 5k turn off.
Mile 3 is 8:03. Frizzy Hair has caught up to me. It appears she is also running the 10k. We run side-by-side on the bike path for a bit.
Finally, she speaks. She says that we should see the lead women coming back towards us soon.
Since she has spoken first, I ask her how old she is. She is 38. I say, okay, you can go then! She is much younger than I am.
Frizzy Hair tells me that last year she ran this in 48 something, and won her age group but she is not in as good shape this year. I tell her I just want to get close to 50. She says we’re on track for that but I don’t agree. We chat a little bit more about racing. We do see the two lead women coming back towards us. It does not occur to me that this means that I am in the top 5 women. It’s such a little race, anyway.
Mile 4 is 8:24. No more talking because it is slowing us down. Frizzy Hair takes off. I slow down to avoid the ice beneath the underpasses. Mile 5 is 8:32, but that is the best I can do. Anyway, no other women are passing me, and I don’t really care about Frizzy Hair because she is so much younger.
Mile 6 is 8:22. Now we’re in the last stretch coming up the road towards the senior center. I catch up to Frizzy Hair. There is another runner who appears to be a teenage boy in a black hoodie, and I am about to tell Frizzy Hair that we can take this kid when Frizzy Hair finds another gear and takes off. I can’t catch her, but I decide to dig deep and beat Black Hoodie. Cross the finish line just ahead of Black Hoodie, who turns out to be a woman after all so it’s good that I pushed myself. I tell Frizzy Hair that she ran a good race, but she doesn’t seem to hear me (she is wearing earbuds) or else she is ignoring me now because I insulted her by implying that she might be in my age group, when in fact she is 14 years younger than I am.
Inside, I change into dry clothes and get some pancakes. They don’t have real butter, or real maple syrup, but still the pancakes taste very good and satisfying. I sit down at a table with strangers and wait for the awards. Frizzy Hair is sitting at another table, chatting with people who appear to be her friends.
In the end, I do finish first (out of eight) in my age group. Was fourth woman of 46, and 25th of 83 runners overall. Final time was 51:23, so not very close to 50 minutes, but in line with what I could reasonable expect. Did not win a door prize, but was happy to get my little award medallion, which I wore around my neck for the drive home. I like that it has the name of the race and the year on it, instead of the generic medals they give out at some of the smaller races. It is that kind of attention to detail that makes the Reindeer Romp special.
The Reindeer Romp in Crosby Township is a benefit for Crosby Kringle Chest (toys for kids). There is a 5k and a 10k. I did the 5k for the first time two years ago with Ed. Eddy has not been training with me lately, and he is suffering from some irritation between his toes that seems to happen every year around this time, so this year he was staying home.
I decided to go for the 10k in order to get a longer run in this weekend. I was supposed to run 10 miles, but with my warm-up jog this ends up being just a little over seven. Falling behind on the long runs already, just two weeks into marathon training. Oh well.
I had a choice this weekend of running the Jingle Bell 5k downtown or the Reindeer Romp. Usually they are on different weekends. Jingle Bell is one of those big, fundraiser events. Although it is for a cause I support (Arthritis Foundation) and on the same course where I set my 5k PR, the Reindeer Romp is more of the kind of race that I love: small, but very well-organized. And the race shirt is a tech top and there’s a pancake breakfast at the end.
Contrast this with Jingle Bell, where you have to pay to park in the lot across the street, you get the same old white cotton shirt with the same design on it that they use for all the other races around the country (and even repeat from year to year), and all you get at the end are the usual bagels and bananas. And you have to fight your way through the crowds.
It’s been in the low 30s for the past few days, and I forced myself to get out and run in it even when I might normally have run on the treadmill, because I wanted to try to get used to the cold. As if that were really possible.
Of course, it was even colder this morning (about 20 degrees when I left for the race). Crosby Township is west of here, about 30 miles and a 40 minute drive. I was wondering why I thought this would be fun.
Sun was rising by the time I arrived at the start. Parked in the grassy field next to the Senior Center. Packet pickup was in a tent outside the building. Got my shirt and ticket for the door prize. The shirt this year is a long sleeved technical top in a lime green, and I think this is like the 3rd lime green shirt I’ve gotten at a race this year. I throw the shirt in the car, then head inside the senior center to hit the restroom and hang out where it is warm with other people who are making fun of the shirt.
I see some other people who are going to be running with their dogs, and I wonder if Eddy and I started a trend two years ago when he was the only dog.
We head outside, and walk across a frosty field to start in the street. It’s cold, but clear and sunny and really quite pretty out. There are a couple of people dressed in costumes (there is a costume competition, with prizes), including a guy dressed in a deer suit. Or maybe he is a reindeer? But not Rudolph, because he lacks the red nose. Anyway, few enough people that everybody gets a prize. The race director has them come up to the front and does the judging before the race begins.
The race director advises us that there is some ice on the path beneath the underpasses along the 10k portion of the route, so I know to watch out for it.
And then we’re off, running through the quiet, country roads of Crosby Township. This part is familiar to me from the 5k.
My goal is to try to get as close to 50 minutes as I can, although I know that something like 52 is more realistic. That’s about 8:00 pace. First mile is 7:56. So far, so good.
I become aware of a woman with frizzy hair who might be in my age group (it is hard to say for sure because we are all so bundled up) running nearby. Somebody to race with. Wonder if she is doing the 5k or the 10k.
At about 1 ½ miles in, we hit the bike trail, where there is a water stop, so I have a cup. I am remembering how when I stopped at this point to have a drink while running with Eddy, he got so pissed at me. He just wanted to go!
Mile 2 is 8:33, because I slowed down at the water stop. I have pulled ahead of the woman with the frizzy hair, however. I can hear her footsteps behind me, and I am kind of hoping that she will be making the 5k turn off.
Mile 3 is 8:03. Frizzy Hair has caught up to me. It appears she is also running the 10k. We run side-by-side on the bike path for a bit.
Finally, she speaks. She says that we should see the lead women coming back towards us soon.
Since she has spoken first, I ask her how old she is. She is 38. I say, okay, you can go then! She is much younger than I am.
Frizzy Hair tells me that last year she ran this in 48 something, and won her age group but she is not in as good shape this year. I tell her I just want to get close to 50. She says we’re on track for that but I don’t agree. We chat a little bit more about racing. We do see the two lead women coming back towards us. It does not occur to me that this means that I am in the top 5 women. It’s such a little race, anyway.
Mile 4 is 8:24. No more talking because it is slowing us down. Frizzy Hair takes off. I slow down to avoid the ice beneath the underpasses. Mile 5 is 8:32, but that is the best I can do. Anyway, no other women are passing me, and I don’t really care about Frizzy Hair because she is so much younger.
Mile 6 is 8:22. Now we’re in the last stretch coming up the road towards the senior center. I catch up to Frizzy Hair. There is another runner who appears to be a teenage boy in a black hoodie, and I am about to tell Frizzy Hair that we can take this kid when Frizzy Hair finds another gear and takes off. I can’t catch her, but I decide to dig deep and beat Black Hoodie. Cross the finish line just ahead of Black Hoodie, who turns out to be a woman after all so it’s good that I pushed myself. I tell Frizzy Hair that she ran a good race, but she doesn’t seem to hear me (she is wearing earbuds) or else she is ignoring me now because I insulted her by implying that she might be in my age group, when in fact she is 14 years younger than I am.
Inside, I change into dry clothes and get some pancakes. They don’t have real butter, or real maple syrup, but still the pancakes taste very good and satisfying. I sit down at a table with strangers and wait for the awards. Frizzy Hair is sitting at another table, chatting with people who appear to be her friends.
In the end, I do finish first (out of eight) in my age group. Was fourth woman of 46, and 25th of 83 runners overall. Final time was 51:23, so not very close to 50 minutes, but in line with what I could reasonable expect. Did not win a door prize, but was happy to get my little award medallion, which I wore around my neck for the drive home. I like that it has the name of the race and the year on it, instead of the generic medals they give out at some of the smaller races. It is that kind of attention to detail that makes the Reindeer Romp special.
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