July 20, 2008 El Scorcho 25K Race Report

Event: El Scorcho 25K, Trinity Park, Ft. Worth, Texas

BD January 9, 1953

Age on Race day: 55

Goal pace: Tempo or MP

Bib# 467

Background

Kevin told me about the second running of El Scorcho a couple of weeks before Boston. The field is limited to a combined total of 400 runners for the 25K and 50K and is run on a 3.1 mile loop along the Trinity River near TCU. The running surface is a combination of concrete, dirt and compacted gravel. The most unique aspect of this race is that it is run at MIDNIGHT.

After Kevin described the race I was intrigued and registered within in a few days. The race was full by May 31.

I didn’t train exclusively for this race but incorporated it into the early stages of my NYC Marathon training.

As race day approached I fretted about staying up so late and not getting any sleep. The plan was to leave Ardmore at 8:30 PM, arrive at the race site by 10:30 PM for packet pick up. After the race we would get some breakfast and head home.

Race Day

We were on the road as planned but arrived earlier (about 10:15 PM) that expected which means we could have left Ardmore about 9:15 PM. We were one of the first to arrive.

The temperature was a nice and cool 91 degrees with a slight breeze. The race area was just a few blocks from the parking lot. Within a few minutes we were entering the race area which was decorated with Banners and the music was echoing thought out the park. Runners and their support crews were setting up their personal tables and chairs. There was even a New Balance shoe booth.

We picked up our packets. There wasn't the usual stuff in the bag; basically it was empty, but, the singlet was really nice, which was one of the best technical shirts I have ever received at a race.

When we got back to the truck we decided to take our fold up chairs back to the race area and rest while we waited for the start of the race.

I brought a small flashlight with strap that fit well in my hand. I wasn’t sure if carrying the flashlight would be cumbersome or whether I needed it in the first place. Many runners had small lamps attached to their hats.

Kevin and I discussed our race strategy. Myself, I planned on going out slow, probably recovery pace and see how my shin reacts. Kevin is leaning toward an 8 minute pace.

The 50K will start at 12:01 AM and the 25K at 12:10 and it is chipped timed, but the chip is different than I have used before. It is flat and secured to the shoe with twist ties.

As race time approached the 50K runners lined up: the start was delayed a couple minutes awaiting the TV crew. Upon their arrival, the announcer shouted, “3, 2, 1, GO!!!” The crowd cheered them on and with in a few minutes we were right behind them.

As we left the race area behind we were followed by a cloud of gravel dust. The midnight race had begun.

Immediately I picked up the pace, a much faster clip that I had planned; Kevin mentioned that I was no going out as slow as I had professed.

Portions of the 3.1 mile loop were arranged such that runners could see each other from both directions.

My Garmin revealed a low 8 minute pace. It felt good.

My flashlight was handy especially during the first loop. Some areas were lit well by the moon but others were covered by a blanket of trees thus it at times it was very dark.

I am not sure if it was the darkness but the ground seemed to be moving by much quicker than usual while running an 8 minute pace.

As we approached the first hairpin turn (somewhere near the 1.25 mile mark) we could see the 50K runners and the lead 25K runners going in the other direction. There was a cheer squad at the turn to help keep us alert and realize that we needed to quickly turn around.

Soon, within another half mile, we exited in to a wooded area which eventually ran parallel with University Blvd. Even though we were in a secluded park the city was still within a stones throw.

We approached the first aid station (about mile 2). I grabbed a Nuun (the official drink of the race). Well, this is the first electrolyte drink that I didn’t like. It reminded me of Alka Seltzer. I suppose it is an acquired taste.

Upon exiting the first aid stop we entered another wooded area. The 8 minute pace still felt good.

The trail displayed many twists and turns and soon we began to enter the starting area.

The first 3.1 mile loop was complete after 27 minutes (the last 1 ½ miles were close to an 8 minute pace). I grabbed another Nuun. This time I almost gagged on it.

We kept up the pace and as we completed the 2 loop (about 25 minutes) I told Kevin that I didn’t think I could maintain this pace for the remainder of the race. It was beginning to get tough. I underestimated the heat: it was probably close to 90 degrees but I thought that the lack of sunshine would make running in the heat much easier: it certainly helped but I was soaked in sweat by the end of the second loop.

I dropped the pace a bit for the 3^rd loop. By now the runners were spread out except for the occasional group that were walking or running together. Aiming my flashlight to the left of a runner usually opened a path for me to go around.

As I approached the end of the 3^rd loop I grabbed another Nuun and choked it down. Now that I was past the half way point I began to feel slightly re-vitalized, especially about half way into the 4th loop. Ah, just 1 ½ loops to go.

With 1 loop to go I was ready to pick up the pace. Runners were competing for position and there was one male and female runner that continued to challenge me. As I approached the final half mile she overtook me but I: with the finish line almost in sight another runner passed me: Kevin was waiting and began to run the last few hundred yards with me: I kicked into a sprint trying to catch the last guy that had just passed me. He crossed the line just a few steps ahead of me: all I needed was about 10 more feet to catch him. Oh well, poor strategy on my behalf.

We got out finisher metals and proceeded to the food court. I was excited, exhausted and soaked to the bone and GLAD to be finished.

Results: Pace 8:38

Official Time: 2:14:23

Overall : 27/222

Gender : 23/103

Summary

El Scorch was a real adventure. The 3.1 mile loops were not boring as I had expected. The loops were frequent enough to learn the course and if desired you could have retrieved your own fluids at the starting area upon completing each loop. I would definitely run this again and I might even consider the 50K.

Kevin is Bib# 216, I am behind him on the right wearing a Gray Boston Hat and Red Boston shirt.

July 4, 2008 Fireball Classic 10K Race Report

Event: Fireball Classic 10K, Wintersmith Park, Ada, Oklahoma

BD January 9, 1953

Age on Race day: 55

Goal pace: Tempo or MP

Bib# ???

Race Day

Kevin suggested this race to me a few weeks prior, however I was reluctant to try it since I had not done any speedwork since the Houston Marathon in January. I decided, however, that I would run the race in an effort to gage of my current conditioning since the coming week is the beginning of my NYC Marathon training.

Kevin, Julie and son Casey came by the house at 5:40AM and we made a caravan to Ada.

It must have rained north of Ardmore because the roads were quite wet and full of puddles.

We arrived at 6:40AM with more that enough time to register and use the facilities. Race time was at 7:30AM.

My wife signed up for the 5K walk and along with her, Steve, Deanne, Julie, Kevin and Casey, Ardmore was well represented.

The events were a 10K, 5K, 5K walk and a Kids sprint.

The sprint came first and Casey took the winners honors.

Now if the rest of us could only do that as well as Casey then it would be a great day.

Kevin and I looked over the course map: there were 2 tough hills; one comes early (about mile 2). The other is a MONSTER hill (about mile 4) and is every bit a mile long.

Kevin and I warmed up for a few blocks: the sun began to shine and there was no doubt it would be a warm and humid race.

The 10K starts first and runs in the opposite direction as the 5K. It is a 10K loop. The 5K is a double out and back.

7:30AM came and the 10K was off and running. The leaders took control very quickly and left everyone else behind. Kevin and Steve took the Ardmore lead and ran together for the first few miles. I passed Deanne around the 2 mile mark just before the first hill. She was running with the 4th overall female. As I passed I suggested that she keep her in sight. As the hill approached Deanne had no problem taking control.

As for myself, I ignored the mile marks and just ran on effort. Surprisingly each time I checked my Garmin I was near 7:45 to 7:55 pace. Under the conditions I felt good about my effort. I pulled the first hill with ease.

At this stage of the race I was securing my position, slowly picking off one runner at a time. I was wondering about the MONSTER hill that would be right around the corner.

As I turned the corner I got my first look at the MONSTER hill. Wow, it was huge and steep. I took advantage of the long decent and as I began the long climb up my pace slowed. I had been following the 3^rd place female runner since the beginning of the race. We were running an equal pace so I tried to stay with her. I hoped I would not be the one to fall back as we climbed the hill.

My slowing pace allowed a runner to pass me on the right side; the first runner to pass me since the early stages of the race. This would be an excellent strategy if he could pull it off. As he huffed and puffed up the hill the intense effort soon caught up with him. I passed him. Soon all I heard was him loosing his breakfast.

We were all maintaining position as we climbed upward. I focused on the road with only a few glances ahead. As I approached the peak I wondered if I had anything left for the remaining mile.

As I left the hill behind I felt my strength return and I was picking up my pace and still holding my position. I peeked behind me and saw that one runner was gaining on me. I needed to pick up the pace and keep the runners in front of me in sight.

The downhill slope was steep and the runners in front were not letting off. If I was going to maintain my position I would have to pick it up a notch. I found myself sprinting down the hill and on the edge of tripping. We were all moving FAST.

After one slight climb up we were back on an even steeper decent to the final quarter mile.

I had my place secured and held it to the end.

The sprint to the finish was exhilarating. Whew, what a fast finish.

Not that my finish time was anything to brag about but I did feel I had run a consistent effort which gives me confidence as I begin my next phase of Marathon training.

Afterwards, I ran back over the 5K course and walked with my wife as she finished her 5K walk. She did a great job.

Results: Pace 7:55

Official Time 49:14

Overall 15/77

Gender 13/45

Division 2/2

Overall WMA (age graded) 12

Summary

Ardmore stole the show; we all did great. Steve is the same age and as usual he beat me by a few minutes. When the awards were announced Steve received first place in our age group and I got second place. At that moment, the announcer said “That is all the results we have, that’s it”. I looked at Steve and said, “Did you heart that? There was no one else in our age group, and there are no other older age groups left. We were the oldest 10K runners.” I have been the only one in my age group before but I have never been the oldest. The next day I recalled that Steve had a birthday coming in August which makes him about 6 months older than me. The next day when I saw him I made sure he realized that HE was the oldest 10Ker at the race. Hehe…

Conclusion:

It was loads of fun and I would definitely run this race again.

June 1, 2008 Steamboat Springs Marathon Race Report

Event: Steamboat Springs Marathon, Steamboat Springs , Colorado

Starting Elevation:

Ending Elevation:

BD January 9, 1953

Age on Race day: 55

18^th Marathon since 1999

4^th Marathon during 2008

Best Marathon - Houston 2006, 3:33:25

Current Marathon Training pace – 7:48

Goal pace for Steamboat Springs Marathon – Mid 9’s, finish about 4 hours.

Bib#: 292

Training Summary

A few weeks before the Boston Marathon I learned that I would have a Business trip to Chicago and Colorado at the end of May. I had recently read an article in Marathon and Beyond about the Steamboat Springs Marathon in Colorado so I quickly checked the date and to my surprise it was scheduled for the weekend between my Chicago and Denver Trips. I quickly signed up. I would have 6 weeks, after Boston, to recover and train for Steamboat. My shortest time between Marathons was the 4 weeks between the 2003 NYC Marathon and the Dallas White Rock Marathon.

The Steamboat course is tough: it starts at 8500 ft above sea level and concludes at Steamboat which is 6500 ft. above seal level. Most of the decent occurs during the first half. Historically temperatures start n the mid 30’s and finish in the 70’s.

The past six weeks of training has been lack-luster and my legs have been tired and dead. My last 18 miler was difficult and my taper didn’t seem to help. Based on this I knew I would need to run conservatively and enjoy the scenery. A start-finish goal was in order.

The final week before Steamboat I was in Chicago and enjoyed running on Lake Shore and Burr Ridge Harvester Park.

Running along Lake Shore was a real treat. I think the excitement of running in different surroundings caused me to run a bit too fast. During this final taper week I should have been training at recovery pace. Instead I found myself running in the mid 8 range.

Friday, May 30, 2008

I was fortunate and was able to get an earlier flight out of Chicago and arrived in Denver at 4:00 PM instead of 5:30 PM. Upon acquiring the rent car we left Denver and began the 3 hour trip to Steamboat. In no time we were at an elevation of 11000 feet. Since I had not been to Colorado before I did no realize how quickly the elevation climbed as we drove west out of Denver.

We stopped for Dinner and finally arrived at Steamboat at 10:00 PM.

Our reservations were at the Alpine Rose B+B

Saturday, May 31, 2008

I was up and out the door for a 30 minute run by 8:15 AM. The temp’s were in the mid 40’s but the sun was very warm. I felt great. Afterwards we had a nice breakfast provided by our host.

The family is “Marathon Friendly”. Most are runners. They all planned on running the Half Marathon on Sunday.

After breakfast we went to Christy Sports to pick up my Bib packet. My wife decided to walk the 10K.

After picking up our packets we decided to drive the marathon course. As we drove toward the starting area we noticed that the mile markers were in place and some porta-potties have been set up.

The race starts at Hahns ???, an old historical mining town. All that exists today are some old shacks. The area was setup with about 10 porta-potties. It looks like everything is ready.

The ride back was very eye-opening. The grades down are very steep and seem to go on forever. My guess was we descended along a 5-7 degree grade for the first 5-7 miles.

My quads hurt just thinking about the decent. I will have to be very cautious in order to finish the race. As we drove back to Steamboat we passed many bicyclists climbing the hills. I was so impressed that they could ride such a long upward grade.

There was not a sponsored pasta-party so we went to???? Restaurant and had a nice carbo loading meal followed by a movie in an old theater. Downtown Steamboat was very busy all through the day and night. After the movie the town was still hopping.

I went to bed at 10:00 PM with the alarm set for 5:00 AM.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

I rested well and before I knew it the alarm sounded. I was up and moving and out of the house at 5:45 AM. The bus pickup area was just a few blocks down the road and needless to say I was one of the first to arrive. The brochure said that the first bus would leave about 6:00 AM... As we traveled up to Hans??? Village the bus became increasingly cold. I noticed that one of the windows was open. I was quivering from the cold. After we arrived I learned that the heater was right under the open window and the people near the heater were very hot. Most of us, however, were freezing from the open window.

Even though it was cold, today’s weather was supposed to reach the mid 80’s and considering the elevation, dehydration would be a real problem. My plan was to carry a bottle of Gatorade during the first half of the race and walk through the water stops.

Hans??? Village is on the east side of the road and protected by the mountains: with no sunshine the temperatures were near 35 degrees. It was actually warmer in the Porta potties. A few of us noticed that some runners had crossed to the other side of the road where the sun was shining. We took refuge there and soon all the runners were joining us.

As race time approached the air temperature was very comfortable. I packed my sweat pants and shirt and dropped them off at the bus (for pickup after the race) and moved toward the starting line.

As I stood there I noticed Amos (a friend); I was surprised to see her as I had no idea she would be here. We wished each other well.

Before I knew it the starter gun blasted and we were running back to Steamboat.

The race starts off flat for the first mile or so and then begins to take a long 5-7 degree decent for the next few miles. I held back so as not to go out too fast. Runners were passing me like I was standing still. Based on my experiences with Boston, I felt that the quick decent would soon catch up with most of the runners.

It would have been very easy to run fast, much faster that I was running, but I was trying to be careful not to over do it. Since I had no experience running in the altitude, my plan was to run a conservative, enjoy the scenery, start-finish race. Still, it was difficult to watch so many runners pass me in the early stages of the race.

The water stops were every few miles and well stocked. It was easy to grab water/Gatorade without having to negotiate a long line.

We ran on the left side of the road and controlled most of the left lane. The few vehicles that came along easily moved to the right hand lane. There was only a few times when race volunteers directed traffic. And the spectators were so few that I could have counted them all on one hand.

The scenery was nothing short of fantastic. There were still piles of snow in the shaded areas along the side of the road and of course the mountain peaks were a shiny white. At one water stop there were lamas within reach.

The half way point is where the half marathon started and it is a perfect place for a potty stop (since there were at least 10 stalls). I found a vacancy and was quickly relieved.

The downhill descents were difficult and there were times that I prayed for a flat section or even a hill.

Some time around mile 15 the runners began to spread out. There were no groups of runners, just individuals trying to finish. A few times I would pass one sitting on the side of the road, exhausted. But only a few, it became clear to me that all those fast runners were not slowing down much. I was not catching up like I had anticipated.

We were patrolled by bicyclists. They would ride up the hills then back down at incredible speeds These folks, runners and bicyclists alike, are strong: no doubt about it. Train on these hills and you will be in great condition for the most challenging race.

When mile 20 arrived, I didn't experience the wall and I was relieved to have made it this far. At mile 23 I felt recharged and kept thinking “only a 5K left”. It was at this stage that those that had found the wall were really struggling. My conservative plan was paying off.

The last few miles are along Highway???. The Sunday traffic was crowded. We were now running on the shoulder. No spectators: just typical Sunday traffic. A cheering crowd would have surely helped.

As I approached the finish line (they repeat your name over the PA system) I merged in with the kids run which would have been frustrating if I was looking for a fast time. Instead I just ran around the kids. No problem.

I crossed the finish line feeling good but slow. I had not run a marathon this slow since my first marathon in 1999.

Within a few minutes one of the volunteers presented me with my personal results printout. I was impressed that they found me and was able to produce such quick results without Championchip timing. And to think, some races mess it up when they have Championchip timing. This was a fine example of how to keeps things simple yet accurate.

The post race feed was nice, the served Subway sandwiches and water.

This was a great race and I had a blast but this is by far one of the most difficult marathons I have ever run.

The winner clocked a finish time of 2:36:02

Results:

Pace 10:05

Official Time 4:24:00

Overall 170/315

Gender 122/184

Division Male (50-59) 17/36

Summary

I had a blast and highly recommend this race. Just be careful, the locals are “STRONG”.

April 21, 2008 Boston Marathon Race Report

I qualified for Boston at the Chevron Houston Marathon, January 13^th, 2008 with a qualifying time of 3:33:59, roughly an 8:08 pace.

Age: 55, BD January 9, 1953
17^th Marathon since 1999.
Best Marathon – Houston 2006, 3:33:25
Current Marathon Training pace – 7:48
Goal pace for Boston – 8:35
Boston Bib#: 13285

Wave #`, Corral #13.

Training Summary

I spent 24 weeks training for the 2008 Houston Chevron Marathon with t hopes of setting a sub-3:30 marathon. But it was not to be. I ran my first ultra a few weeks after Houston along with a ½ Marathon at Ft. Worth and the Red Bud Classic 10K in Oklahoma City. All the while I was nursing shin splints on my right shin, so with Boston on the Horizon and the need for both physical and mental recovery I decided to run Boston at a more negotiable pace.

My main goal was to meet some friends, enjoy the race and see how close I could come to a 3:40 finish.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Today was my final run before traveling to Boston. 7 miles with 2 at MP. I skipped the MP and concentrated on a training run. My right shins and hamstring were still causing problems.

The weather predictions for April 21^st look good, 46 degrees and 40% chance of light rain, 10-15mph headwind.

Thursday April 17, 2008

Another rest day and time to pack.

Friday, April 18, 2008

We left for DFW at 6:00 AM for an early morning flight, a major storm had just come through and the skies were ominous. When we arrived at the airport we boarded the shuttle and meet a guy from Plano, Texas (a suburb of Dallas) named Jeff. He was also on his way to Boston. It turned out that we were all on the same flight plan.

The flight leaving Dallas was delayed and it was sleeting when we arrived for our layover in St. Louis.

The St Louis flight to Boston was also delayed; the flight crew was late. Considering the flight delays it was amazing that we arrived in Boston 10 minutes early.

We took the “T” to the Hynes Convention Center “T” station, got settled into our room and preceded to the expo.

I gave btb 1490 a call and arranged to meet him at the “10000” Packet pickup station. It was great to meet Bob and CNYRunner (she was in the booth next to Bob). TV cameras followed me around the packet pick up area. Maybe I looked more like an elite runner that I realized? No, not quite.

After meeting Bob I gathered up my Boston Technical shirt and made a quick tour through the expo. Afterwards we went to the Cheesecake Factory at the Prudential Center for a late dinner, and then it was time for bed.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

We got up early and grabbed a bagel and went back to the Expo to get more goodies. It was a successful morning since I was able to keep the spending down.

We made plans with Sue (norwor) and DH, Richard, to meet at the South Station (after Dana’s arrival) to spend the day at Rockport, a costal town about an hour to the east of Boston. Sue and Richard picked us up about noon and we were ready for a pleasant afternoon.

Rockport is a quaint town nestled on the coast of Massachusetts. We visited on a nice day before the main tourist season and had lunch with a view of the ocean.

Years ago granite was mined nearby and sent to NYC for construction purposes. We saw the old quarries along with beautiful sights of the ocean. It really made for a relaxing afternoon.

Upon returning to Boston Dana went back to our room while we proceeded to the Boomer gathering at Amanda and Nate's apartment.

It was a thrill to meet so many Boomer/Masters runners in person. The food and the company were second to none and as usual Boston Hospitality made us feel very welcome.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

I was up at 6:30 AM and was quickly on my way to btb 1490’s house where a Boomer gathering was preparing to watch the Women’s Olympic Trials. Again, the food and company were great. After a quick breakfast and Duncan Donut Coffee we left for a quick walk to the starting line. A few boomers went straight to the planned viewing area.

After the start of the trials we all met and watched the rest of the race together.

These women were awesome. It was amazing to watch them in motion.

This is what it looks like to be an elite runner. #43 held the lead during most of the race until Deena Castor decided that it was time to make her move. She sprinted by like she had tons o horse power to spare and easily held the lead. #43 maintained her second place position. The real race was between 4^th and 5^th place.

The crowd hollered “Joanie”, Joanie”, Joanie” every time Joan Samuelson passed by. At 50 she can still put most Male and Female runners to shame.

We hung around until the last woman ran by then it was time for me to run a few miles and rest for tomorrows big day.

Later that evening a bunch of us met at the Starbucks near the Big Top for the Pasta meal.

I was interviewed again (I am not sure by whom). We sat outside in the cold wind: the food was fine but the company was better. We have had the pasta meal the last three years and it was always cold/windy and wet, so, I think we will fine a restaurant next year.

Later that night I watched the weather report and it looks like a perfect running day ahead of us: 48 degrees at Hopkinton at 10:00 AM, 58 degrees at Heartbreak hill at 1:00PM. and 53 degrees in Boston: 10-15mph headwind and partly cloudy: slight chance of rain.

PERFECT

I hit the sack at 11:30 PM but nerves kept me awake: I think I slept about 4 hours.

BRING IT ON!!!!!!!

Monday, April 21, 2008

It was Monday morning and time for another BIG day in Boston.

The alarm went off at 4:30 AM, time for a bagel, water, and a nice hot shower. It was overcast and a cold 43 degrees while I walked to the Hynes Convention Center “T” stop. I traveled to the Park Street “T” stop and meet a couple of friends from Ardmore at 6:00 AM. We rode the bus to Hopkinton together.

The trip to Hopkinton was long and filled with excitement and anticipation. Everyone wondered what the day would bring.

The busses dropped us off at the Athletes Village: we quickly found the porta-potties and then discovered a nice comfortable spot under the tent.

It was COLD: shivering COLD. I planned on wearing a singlet but decided to change to a running “T”. We wondered if it would remain overcast during the entire race instead of the predicted partly cloudy skies. Would it ever warm up?

Time sped by and by 9:00 AM we were walking toward the starting corrals. After one last potty stop we found our way to the corrals. At the place it the road where you turn right (toward the start) or left (toward the last few corrals) we came across another Ardmore runner. All four of us were now present and accounted. Not a bad representation from a small town of 23.5K.

The National Anthem was sung, then gun sounded and we were heading toward another great adventure.

The 2008 Boston Marathon had begun for the second wave .

Mile 1 Split 8:34

Mile 2 Split 8:30

Mile 3 Split 8:20

Mile 4 Split 9:16

Mile 5 Split 8:21

It took a few miles to maintain a consistent pace and my mantra was: “Maintain Pace, not too fast”. The last thing to do here is to power down the hills. I concentrated on 3 steps a second and of course “hi-fiven” the kids.

Mile 6 Split 8:16

Saw Bob, btb, hee looked great and having fun. We ran a few hunfred yards together and then he sprinted ahead an took a picture.

Mile 7 Split 8:48

Mile 8 Split 8:29

Mile 9 Split 8:30

Mile 10 Split 8:39

I am in a groove now and feeling great. The crowds are so much larger than last year and it feels like they are making up for lost time. I feel great. At mile 6 I reach for my first PowerGel. I am drinking a lot: seems more than usual.

Mile 11 Split 8:30

Mile 12 Split 8:36

Come on Wellesley!!!!, I can hear them from almost a half mile away. As I pass by I tell another runner, “If this can’t get your adrenaline up, then nothing can”.

Mile 13 Split 8:15

Time for PowerGel #2.

Mile 14 Split 8:24

Now my mind is concentrating on catching my family at the Woodlands. I stay to the right. Hi fives are the name of the game.

A couple of times I hear someone call my first and last name. It must have been someone from Ardmore looking for their family.

I can’t count the times I have heard my first name…And I can’t count the times I have heard “Go Izzy”. Izzy is right behind me.

I just realized no shin problem today. YES!!!

Mile 15 Split 8:40

Mile 16 Split 8:29

As I continue to move on toward the Woodlands I concentrate on watching the crowd to my right when suddenly I see Dana (DH) and my DW, A quick smile and I am on my way up the Newton Hills.

Legs don’t fail me now.

Mile 17 Split 8:44

Mile 18 Split 8:28

Mile 19 Split 8:47

I feel great as I climb the hills. I have been here before and know what to expect. Just get over Heartbreak then I am home free.

I move to the left side of the road and am trying to find the Boomer crowd.

Mile 20 Split 8:45

The Hills are behind me but I never found the Boomer crowd, Sorry, it sure would have been nice.

PowerGel #3

Mile 21 Split 8:01

The Boston College students seem louder than previous years and this is where I have the best of times. Hi-fives by the dozens and it feels like my name is being chanted as I pass.

The adrenaline rush helps over shadow the right hamstring cramp that is starting to appear.

Mile 22 Split 8:59

Mile 23 Split 10:16

I am feeling great when all of a sudden that hamstring cramps and stops me dead in my tracks right nest to a Light post. I stopped, bent over and began massaging it. A girl walked up to me with a pitiful look, “Can I do something for you”. She handed me some water and I pulled out one more PowerGel. I thanked her and almost felt worse for her than myself.

Time to try and move on.

Mile 24 Split 9:14

I have managed to get back to a reasonable pace and the cramp and its affects have passed. I am back in the groove.

Mile 25 Split 8:29

Feeling good and picking up the pace, YES!!!!

Mile 26.2 Split 9:55(8:16 pace)

I make the last turn to the finish line and see Dana reaching her hand out over the fence. Then, that stinking cramp starts to come back. I guess I should have no picked up the pace.

Now all I want to do is get across the finish line with out walking. I slow down and anyone could tell that my right leg was giving ne a problem.

I thought to myself, just get across the line. Just get to the finish and hold off this cramp.

Yes…..finally, I made it across and then the cramp fades away.

Results: Pace 8:44

Official Time:3:48:47

Overall :11677

Gender :8255

Division :1459

IT WAS A GREAT DAY!!!!!

Summary

Like they say…it is the journey not the final destination and Boston is just a BIG part of the Journey for me of which I am privileged to participate. For me, participating in this event is second to none. The experience makes you feel like a King,

Thanks to everyone for helping me get here and special thanks to Sue and Richard, Bob, Craig and Harriet (Amanda and Nate) and the rest of the gang.

And above all…remember….Have FUN!!!!!

This was the 26^th running of the Red Bud Classic. Fees supports the Baptist Children's Home in Oklahoma City. The event consists of a Bike tour on Saturday and a 5K, 10K and 2 mile fun run on Sunday. The run is an out and out: meaning, you start at the Waterford complex and finish in Nichols Hills (about 1-2 miles from the start). Parking is available at both locations. The Red Bud Classic is probably one of the largest 5K/10K events in Oklahoma City.

The 2:00 PM start has its advantages, especially if you have to drive 2 hours as I did. But the 2:00PMstart is late in the day and it can be quite warm this time of year. At race time it was a clear, sunny and 75 degrees with swirling winds.

The race course is hilly as most of the race distance runs through the Nichols Hills area of NW Oklahoma City. Portions of the Oklahoma City Memorial Marathon run through the same area.

I have not run this race in a few years since it has not fit well into my schedule. This year, however, it fit into my Boston training plan. Even so, I would have preferred for the race to take place on Saturday.

Yesterday (Saturday) I ran a sluggish 16 miler and the previous 5 mile Easy run on Wednesday resulted in aggravating my right shin again.

The 6 mile Tempo run, about 8 weeks ago, where I felt the first signs of shin problems has not healed. I remember than day clearly. I warmed up for a mile, turned around to begin the first 3 mile decent at Tempo pace when I felt a slight muscle pull on the right shin, the sensation continued as I continued at Tempo pace. All the while I argued with myself as the whether I should stop. Finally at mile 3 I backed off, realizing I had pushed too much. Sometimes I am amazed at my own stupidity, oh well. I finished the day’s mileage a slow recovery pace. That night my right shin throbbed. I have since curtailed all of my speed work but I have managed to sneak in a Tempo run every now and then and even a 25K race without any apparent side affects. I have iced the shin frequently and taken ibuprophen. So, to sum things up, the right shin has recovered some but probably won’t recover completely until I give it some rest which isn’t in the cards until June.

Parking near the start would close at 1:00 PM, so we left Ardmore at 10:45 for the 1 hour and 45 minute drive. I-35 is always packed with traffic but today’s trip north was faster than expected. Upon arriving at 12:15 I proceeded to the registration area. The signs on Registration display said that the race was sold out and some un-timed registrations were available. I was glad I had pre-registered. I am not sure, but I think that this is one of the first times this race has sold out.

After I picked up my bib and chip I returned to the truck and saw Carl (Opie) and Paul (pfriese) walking along the sidewalk. This was the first time I have had an eyeball with Opie. We all had a nice discussion about this and that: afterwards I made my last porta potty stop. Upon returning to the car Kevin, Julie and their son Casey came by (local running buddies) and talked a bit about the race day plans.

At 1:30 I decided to go to the starting area. After a half mile warm up I saw Kevin again and we finished our warm up together.

I lined up at the 8:30 pace area: it was getting very hot and I wondered if I would get sun-burned.

After the gun went off it took me about 30 seconds to cross the starting line. I thought this was good sign: maybe the crowd will help me slow down.

Well, before I knew it I was running to the left curb trying to pass runners. Their wasn't a happy medium with my pace: before I knew it mile one had passed with an 7:52 pace which meant I was running much faster. I checked my Garmin and I was averaging a mid 7 pace.

Oh, well, so much for attempting a training run.

Soon I saw Paul (pfriese). He was running strong and based on his training and today's performance he should have a great Oklahoma City Memorial Marathon.

Splits:
Mile 1 - 7:52
Mile 2 - 7:36
Mile 3 - 7:29
Mile 4 - 7:17
Mile 5 - 7:27
Mile 6 - 7:28
Mile 6.2- 6:31

Today’s run was a blast: my finish time was OK: not up to par with my capabilities but none-the-less-OK. And my shin problem does not seem to be any worse that before the race: I hope. I knew better to think I could make this an Easy training run. I was pleased to feel strong on all the hills which was the case at the Beacon on the Bay 25K a few weeks ago. The hills were my alley.

Results:
Distance: 10K (6.2 miles)
Garmin measured distance: 6.34 miles
Finish Time: 47:26
Pace: 7:38
AG 55-59 (my age, 55): 7/35
Male Open: 7/35
Male Masters: 41/267
I would highly recommend is race.

And, above all, it was a pleasure to see Paul and Carl. Attending a race is always more special when you can share it with friends.

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I have looked forward to this race since participating in 2007. Due to construction at Lake Hefner (NW OKC) the race site was moved to Lake Stanley Draper in SE OKC. The location was convenient since it was about 20 minutes closer to Ardmore.

Rise and shine was at 5:20 AM. A quick check of the outside temperature revealed that it was very cold. The temperature gauge revealed a chilling outside temperature of 15 degrees. The forecast was for clear skies, slight wind from the WSW, 24 degrees at sun rise with a daytime high of 48 degrees.

I packed everything but the kitchen sink including warm cloths for after the race: running cloths for a really cold start: running cloths for a really cold start when I am able to convince myself that I will be warm after I am running awhile. Decisions, decisions. It has taken me years of running to learn how to dress properly for cold weather.

Jackie (a friend from Healdton, OK.) and I met in Ardmore at 6:30 AM and proceeded to head north on I35to Oklahoma City (OKC). ETA was about 8:00 AM and we arrived on schedule. We were some of the first runners to arrive.

After I parked the truck I called Paul (pftiese) to find out when he would arrive and learned that he had a change in plans so he wouldn’t be running today. I couldn’t raise Bill (evryday) on the phone. No problem, the race population is small enough, so I should be able to find him easily.

After picking up our bib’s we quickly ran back to the truck to get warm. Jackie and I wanted to use the porta-potties but they were about 1/8 mile up the road toward the entrance of the lake property. After warming up, pinning my bib and attaching my chip we ran quickly to the potties. The roadway was now a parade of arriving vehicles.

While running back to the truck (again, to get warm) I heard someone mention that the race was marked in kilometers. Cr@#, I forgot about that. But, no problem, I will set my Garmin for auto splits. Well, I pushed every button in the book and never found the place where I could enable this feature. I had done it numerous times before, so I guess I must have gone brain dead. Very frustrating.

I removed my warmer outer clothing and decided to take a quick jog, just to prove to myself that shorts, long-sleeve coolmax shirt, gloves and ear muffs would be sufficient to beat the 24 degree temperatures. “Well”, I said to Jackie, “I am not wearing my vest, this will do”. (I sure hope it doesn’t get windy, the wind-chill could get tough). We jogged over to the start (which was just a just a few hundreds feet away) and messed around. Bill (evryday) walked up and introduced himself. We discussed our plans, the cold weather, etc. as we waited for the gun to signal the start of the race.

While I was warming my hands and jumping up and down I noticed that all of the 25K and 5K runners had white bibs. There I was within a few feet of the starting line wondering if I was with the right group. We have all been there before, checking out the bibs to confirm that we are in the same race. The announcer cleared things up and told everyone that the 5K runners would start after the 25K group.

Since my right shin started bothering me a few weeks ago, I have almost eliminated “faster” running. Anything “faster” than an 8:00/mile pace seems to aggravate my right shin. On the bright side I can tell that it is getting better.

So, my plan for the day was to run easy, maybe an 8:15 to 8:30 pace. If I felt OK I would try to push it and run on perceived effort. If my shin bothers me I would convert this to an easy training run.

The gun fired and we were off to the races.

I quickly ramped up my speed in an effort to get warm. Before I knew it I was moving along at a comfortable rate and jockeying for my position. It took a couple of miles for things to level out.

I had “zoned” into a comfortable but slightly challenging pace with a 2x2 breathing rate. Slight glances at my Garmin revealed an instantaneous pace of 7:15 to 7:45. I worked on my cadence trying to achieve 180 steps per minute.

The first few miles were relatively flat and I found that I was running fast and comfortable.

By this stage of the race most runners had found their comfort zone and were settled in to their first half pace. As usual, I decided to skip the first water stop.

After a while another runner had approached and began to pace me from just a few feet behind. Our pace was identical and each corresponding foot strike echoed louder with each passing minute. As we approached the dam area (a long, long, long flat section of road, rising above the lake) we continued to run with what was beginning to be a monotonous clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop. Quite frankly I wanted him to pass or back off. I considered picking up the pace but decided that it was too early in the race to pull away: maybe I could slow down and let him pass? No, I ain’t doin that. So there we were clip-clopping along.

The closest runners, in front of me, were a few hundred feet ahead and they were having, what appeared to be, a casual conversation. They appeared to be quite comfortable with their pace.

Somewhere near mile 4 we began an upward climb that consisted of long grades up followed by long flats then grade up again, flats again. It continued like this for many miles. It was like a long staircase going up. I felt surprisingly strong as I approached each stretch of upward grade. It was the upward grades that allowed me to slowly catch one runner at a time.

I grabbed a cup of water as we passed the second fueling station.

By now I had advanced my position in the race and no one had passed me since the first couple of miles. My buddy is still immediately behind me. Clip-clop, clip-clop. Will he ever slow down or pass me?

I began to focus on the next few runners a head in my sights. By now I felt like I was in my zone and was deeply concentrating on my cadence and breathing rate. Again, slight glances at my Garmin confirmed that I was running a mid to high 7 minute pace per mile. And it felt natural.

I began to think that I might be able to hold this pace throughout the entire race. The grades continued to take us uphill, so if I could make it to the turn around it should be downhill all the way back. Maybe a negative split?

So as I approached the next water stop, I skipped it, which enabled me to pass three more runners and finally leave my rhythmic companion behind. The uphill grades felt almost too easy.

Soon I saw the front runner, which had a considerable lead. The lead runners were moving at a fast clip, easily a sub 6 minute pace. Incredible. The lead woman was not far behind.

The turn around should be approaching soon, or at least, that was what I thought. The front runners were so far ahead that by the time I saw the turn around I had run at least another mile.

The turn around point was at the bottom of the last hill and there was a water stop immediately after the turn. I was approaching another runner as I raced down the hill and as I made my 180 degree hair pin turn I grabbed my water and passed him simultaneously and began the uphill pull. I needed to run strong going up the hills and fast while going down. For me to have an edge, that would have to be my strategy.

I tried to count the runners as they began their return to the finish so I could get an idea of where I placed. My guess was that there were about 25-30 runners ahead of me. One of which was Jimmy: I will use the name Jimmy (the names have been changed to protect the innocent). He is a well know runner in Oklahoma, races almost every weekend and has been ahead of me during the entire race. Everyone knows him and as they pass, going the opposite direction, they holler is name and clap. I was about a few hundred yards behind him and had closed what probably was a ¼ mile gap.

I notice that he has been running strong and fast on the flats but was slightly slower pulling the uphill grades. My only chance to pass him would be on an uphill climb. And if I catch up I will have move quickly in order to catch him off guard. Even at that, if I do pass him the question will be: can I maintain my position?

A couple of miles after the turn around I passed a couple more runners and I am right on Jimmy’s tail. As we begin another uphill climb it is time to make my move, I kick in another gear and glide by. I held the pace for a few hundred feet and waited to see how he would respond. I glanced behind me. It appears that Jimmy had not returned the challenge, at least for now.

I thought the return effort would be easier but the downhill sections are not as “downhill” as I remember. I continued to focus on the few runners that were still in sight. Maintain pace, steady as she goes.

Over the next few miles and until about mile 11, I passed a few more runners. Now there is no one in site. The roadways are bare except for the water station volunteers and vehicle traffic. I can slightly hear voices behind me as I passed the last water stop but a quick backward glance revealed no one. Who ever they were must be pretty far back.

The slight breeze was just cold enough that at times my face was numb, even though the rest of my body was comfortable, in fact I began to believe that I could have ran fine in a singlet.

I still felt strong but the constant effort was beginning to play its toll on me. It would be nice to take a quick break but there was no time for that: I had expended too much effort to back off now.

I could see down the road for at least a half mile and there was still no one in sight so I wondered if I had missed a turn on the road. I knew it was not likely but I still wondered. How awful it would be if I were on the wrong road. But as I pass the 22K, mark on the side of the road, I know all was well.

With just a little over 2 miles to go I tried to predict my finish time. Could I beat last years 2:00:58? I filled my head with math as I tried to maintain pace.

As I continued to forge ahead, 23K mark on the roadside comes and goes, and as I took the final uphill approach I saw a distant runner probably a half mile ahead.

A few glances to the back and I still saw no one behind me.

I made the final hill and with a quick turn to the right I was home free: the finish line was easily in sight. I told myself to kick it in one more time and with a quick sprint I finished with a 2:01:26.

Wow, that was exhilarating. Runners at the finish line were congratulating each other and then suddenly about 10 seconds after my finish I saw someone cross the finish line.

I was shocked to have seen another runner cross the finish line so soon. I congratulated him and said “Where did you come from?” He laughingly replied, “I have been trying to catch you for some time, I though I would catch up on the last hill”. ” Well”, I said, “I came into the park area and decided to try one last sprint to the finish”. He replied, “Yeah, I could tell, that is when I realized that I would not catch up”.

Then the next runner came in, and the next, and the next. And it was the same scene we all have observed at every race, the continuing flow of smiling runners as they reach the finish line.

I pondered for a few moments afterwards: during those last few miles, when I though I was so alone on that section of road, where other runners were actually just footsteps behind, each with their own goals. For all the runners that I had been fortunate to pass, their were others just like me with their sights targeted on the one runner just ahead of them and waiting for their opportunity to zoom by. If I had backed off during those last few miles when I believed that no one was close behind it is likely that I would have been caught by at least 2 or 3 others, who knows, maybe even more. Racing (when we have trained properly) is definitely more mental that physical. You have to be relentless and stay focused.

I was definitely pleased with the day’s results: I ran on perceived effort and not on a known pace.

Results:
Distance: 25K (15.53 miles)
Garmin measured distance: 15.75 miles
Finish Time: 2:01:26
Pace: 7:49
AG 55-59 (my age, 55):1/3
Male: 24/107
Open: 26/154

One final note:

When I calculated my race pace I discovered that I ran a 7:49….hum, I have practiced marathon pace of 7:48 for the last 16 months (never achieved it at a marathon)….just when I thought I was having problems homing in on this pace, I proved myself wrong.

I talked to “Jimmy” after the race: he finished about 10 minutes after me: it was obvious that he had a bad race: so I will wait for another day, if I beat him, it will be when we both have great days. Isn’t that what friendly competition is all about? We hope that everyone has their BEST day and reaches their goals and if we come out ahead, then it is that much sweeter.

Summary:

This is a well organized race; within minutes after I crossed the finish line they were posting results. The awards were Wigwam socks rather that metals which I believe is an excellent idea. However, newer runners may have preferred at metal of some sort. The “feed” afterwards was excellent. But, the porta potties were too far away.

The competition was tough, as I recall the 1^st place winner finished around 1:25.

The numbers were down from last year by about 100 runners. I did not come close to placing (with a faster time) last year.

I would highly recommend is race.

And, above all, it was great having an “eyeball” (ham radio lingo) with Bill (evryday). He and his wife are really neat. Bill had a great race and is on his way to running the OKC Memorial Marathon.

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Weather: Start, 40 degrees, slight wind, clear.
End, 72 degrees, clear, slight breeze, daytime high reached 76.

The DanMan has been held for the last three years. It is a very challenging trail run. I did not run the inaugural event but I did run 18 miles last year.

The DanMan is a race, a Fun run and a training run. It is absolutely what ever you want it to be. Sure, that is the case for most runs but this is an event.

By that I mean the runner completes as many miles as he/she desires at whatever pace makes sense. This is a casual event, no time keeping (just a clock that displays the overall time)….no awards, no fanfare, no bibs. You pick up your own medal when you finish.

Some race, some run, some jog, some walk….whatever please you. Run with a group, run by yourself, stop whenever you want….there is NO time limit…someone will be there when you finish.

Pancakes are served before the event, water, bananas, cookies, and power bars are provided, if you want anything else: bring it with you…including a change of shoes, or whatever. Water is provided on the side of the trails at a few strategic locations.

You can park next to the start….so you stuff (water, shoes, etc.) is right there for you to pick up as you run by.

After the race you can have more pancakes or fried turkey legs.

This is by far…truly…a fun filled event…

Don’t get me wrong…some serious runners show up…..the winner of the marathon finished somewhere the 3:30 mark…but you would never had known…unless you happened to be there when he finished…as I was…

The race started about 15 minutes late to allow time for some of the Tulsa runners to show up. And everyone was fine with that decision. Like I said, casual.

I heard about 100 runners signed up for the event: I am not sure, but it seemed like 50-60 showed up.

We lined up at the starting line…..directions for the trails were explained.

There are a 6.1, 7, and 3.57 mile loop

10k’ers will do the 6.1 with a little extra thrown in…

Half Marathoners will do the 6 and 7.1

Marathoners do the 6 and 7.1, two times.

50 milers do the 6.1, 7, 3.57, three times.

Run all the miles you want…in any order you desire…but no more than 50 miles is allowed.

I think 3 runners planned on completing the 50 mile course.

The theme from Rocky roared as we huddled up for the start…then Dan said…GO…….

Off we went…

My plan for the day was to do a 18-20 mile training run…and maybe the whole marathon if I felt good. NO TIME GOALS…NO FINISH GOALS…just run. I have really been looking forward to this…rarely do I attend a race without a plan…without specific goal as part of my training.

This would be a welcomed relief.

I ran with some friends that I know casually but have never run with before; one is running Boston for the first time. We ran a conservative 9 minute pace. I planned to run with them until the end of the first 6.1 mile loop…

The first loop went quickly, actually too quick…I knew I needed to slow down to allow for a swift recovery. After a PowerGel, banana and Gatorade, I got rid of my vest and long-sleeved technical shirt…and picked up my camera.

A friend of mine was about a quarter mile ahead….I planned on eventually catch up with him.

I took loads of pictures. Most of the trails are flat and well prepared…but there are some very difficult gulley’s, ravines, and some serious hills…this trail has the potential to beat you up.

I caught up with my friend and we finished the 7 mile loop together.

More food and I was off, by myself, to tackle the 6.1 mile loop…again I took lots of pictures…

It was an absolutely beautiful spring like day: in fact it was getting warm; veet warm.

As I ran along, oblivious of my pace, I thought about taking on the final 7 mile loop so I could finish the entire marathon. Then I convinced myself…since I really had no business running the marathon in the first place. Why not trump it and throw in the 3.57 loop and make it a 30 miler….my first ultra. Sounds good to me.

I approached the starting line…took a 5 minute rest, fueled up and decided to tackle the remaining miles.

This is when I saw the lead marathoner win the marathon…Gee…

I saw some friends and told them I was going to finish the marathon: they wished me luck and suggested that I be careful. I said, "I’ll walk if I need to…no rush to get to the finish line."

I dropped off my camera and headed out.

Along the way I caught up with a 50 mile runner (whom I ran with during the first 6.1 mile loop). He said, “I though you were only running 18 miles”. I responded, “Well, I thought I would try the whole marathon distance since I felt good”.

Our conversation was short as he passed by.

At about mile 24 a sign pointed to the right; “50 milers turn here”. I turned: now I knew, there was no turning back.

This part of the trail was very sandy and footing was difficult. And the trail was not marked as well. Many times I wondered if I had missed a turn. So, I watched the trail closely for shoe tracks.

During this loop I was getting tired; the sand really dragged me down. Finally the sand turned into a hard trail and my pace picked up dramatically. It was now that I saw the 50 mile runner who had passed me; I was catching up to him at an alarming rate (keep in mind he had already run 3.57 miles more than me).

As I approached with in a hundred feet, he turned to the right and took a terrible spill. When I caught up I asked if he was ok….he was fine.

The trail was now flat and along an old abandoned railroad track. My legs felt great except for some tightness in my quads.

I was not sure how far I was from the finish line. My Garmin displayed 28.5 miles. I hoped I would arrive at the finish just over 30 miles. If not I would have to run more to reach the 30 mile distance. The last thing I wanted to do was pass the finish line and need to clock in more distance.

The last mile or so became increasingly difficult, my pace slowed; I was ready to be done.

It is in the last half mile that the trail provides some of the most challenges…3…court them…3 steep gulleys’…the first one, I managed to jog down then up. The next one (I had not walked during the entire race), I walked done and jogged up…the third one, well it was all I could take to walk down and up with a side stepping motion.

Whew…my quads were screaming…..my pace was quite slow now: I just hoped that the finish line would give me 30 plus miles.

As I came out of the woods and saw the finish line…I realized that I was short by a half mile, so I passed by with a wave…ran a .3 mile out and back…

And, finally, across the finish line with 30.15 miles on my Garmin…run time 5:27…elapsed time…5:48…

Wow, that was along time to be on my feet.

Kevin, one of my buddies, had just finished the marathon (20 minutes earlier), we hi-fived as I showed him the Garmin….”My first ULTRA…..yes!!!!!”

We talked about my sudden decision to run more than 18 miles…..appears that some of my friends had been waiting for me…with some concern….not knowing that I had added some additional miles.

But I wasn’t the only one to run a distance PR…a friend of mine had decided to finish his first marathon (his plan was to run 20 miles).

We all had a great time discussing our run…the DanMan was over for us…..but not for the 50 mile runners still out there.

I had a great time…it was fun to run without a plan…

Afterwards I took a well deserved nap…..

Now I am ready to get serious about Boston…..Let the Games begin…hehe

 More DanMan Trail Run Pictures.

Goal Event: 2008 Chevron Houston Marathon
Place: Houston, Texas
Date: Sunday, January 13, 2008
Race Day Weather forecast: 42 degrees, NE 5-15, 65 daytime high, sunny clear skies. Saturday evening rain.
Time: 7:00 AM
Goal: MP 7:48
Age: 55
Weight: 148
Div: Male 55-59
Bib: 2450

Marathon Best – 2006 Chevron Houston Marathon, 3:33:26

Race attire – Marathon shorts (blue) and sleeveless 2006 Houston Marathon “T” (white), Dallas 26.2 cap Asics 2120 Thorlos socks, Nike watch.

Weather: Start, 42 degrees, winds NE 5-15 mph at start, clear, slightly humid.
End, 52 degrees, clear, slight breeze, daytime high reached 65

First Goal       < 3:25
Second Goal  < 3:30
Third Goal      < 3:33:26 for a PR

Race Preparation and Training

The first and last time I ran the Chevron Houston Marathon was in 2006. It was a great day there, on a fast track, which gave me my first Boston Qualification. I am fortunate that I have continued to qualify and will be heading to Boston again this year for the third straight year.

My training has demonstrated that I tend to reach running plateaus where I hover for a few years before I finally manage break through the barriers. Such was the case with getting under the 4 and 3:45 mark.

I am currently stuck between 3:33 and 3:35 while training at a pace of 8:00/mile.

While preparing for the 2007 Boston Marathon my conditioning improved so I modified my marathon training pace to a 7:48. I hoped the aggressive pace would prepare me to get under 3:35 at Boston. I approached Boston 2007 in peak condition and finished at 3:38:59. I was pleased with the results but even more determined to work on my 7:48 marathon pace.

After Boston I chose the Houston Chevron Marathon, January 13, 2008, as my next “goal” marathon. The flat course, favorable weather and my familiarity with the route played an important part in my decision. Also, I would change age groups days before the race. If I could meet my pace goals I might be able place in the top 5 of my age group.

I chose the Pfitz 55 mile/week – 24 week program. AN intermediate goal for a 1:37 half marathon PR was set for the Dallas White Rock Half Marathon in December.

I finished the White Rock Half Marathon in 1:38:46 but missed my goal of 1:37.

LR training pace improved from a 9:08 average leading into the 2006 Boston Marathon, to an 8:45. Most LR were done in a progressive fashion and sometimes finished in a strong marathon pace.

MLR training pace remained in the 9:15 range.

General Aerobic training pace remained in the 8:45-8:50 range.

Tempo training pace became worse from an average of 7:13 to 7:25

VO2Max training pace remained in the 6:48 range. Intervals progressed from 600 meter to 1600 meter repeats.

I ran 2 MP runs of 15 and 17 miles at an average of 7:44.

These results along with sub par Tempo runs left me concerned as to whether I could maintain MP for the entire marathon distance.

As I approached race day and during the 3 weeks of tapering my legs were very tired and sore, not unusual for me but still something to worry about.

I followed my tapering plan but reduced my mileage and intensity during the last week to help my legs recover.

Travel, Expo and Carbo loading

We left for the DFW airport on Friday at 6:30 AM and arrived with plenty of time for out 10:30 AM flight. Upon arrival at Busch International Airport we picked up our rent car and headed to the Expo.

The Expo is fun and well organized. There were lots of good deals on shoes and all orts of goodies.

This year we were asked to weigh in after receiving our Bib. My pre-race weight was recorded on the back of my Bib and I would be weighed again after the race.

After the expo we went to the Four Seasons Hotel and checked in. Soon after we walked around the corner to Josephine’s Italian Restaurant for some Pasta carbo loading. The food is excellent but get reservations before you go. It will be packed.

Saturday morning arrived: I looked out the window to see what the weather man had brought us. Temperatures were in the high 40’s and it would prove to be a beautiful 75 degree day

During my morning run I watched the school buses unload kids at the expo. They were preparing for a 5k that would tour the downtown area. You could feel the energy in the air.

As for me, my 4 mile easy run went well. I felt good and ready for Sunday morning. After some stretching I returned to the Hotel.

The plan for the day was to pick up a few more things at the expo, get some breakfast at IHOP, go to a movie, then drive the second half of the course.

We hopped into the car and quickly found an IHOP on the 610 loop. Afterwards we merged onto the course at Richmond Street near the Galleria. It is there that we got directions to the movie theater.

After the movie we began tracing the course beginning at Post Oak Road. We drove the entire course in 2006 but missed the Allen Parkway section, which begins near the 23 mile marker so this year I wanted to make sure to see that area again.

Driving the route started helped me visualize myself running a smooth comfortable race.

The Houston Pasta party is very well planned and the food is excellent. The chocolate chip cookies were gone in a heartbeat. The big difference between this year and 2006 was that there was no presentations, speeches, etc. (at last not while I we were there). So there was a lack of “pumping” up the runners.

We sat with some great folks, one girl was running her first marathon and one father was going to push their handicapped daughter along the marathon course.

As usual I was very anxious all day and even though we were enjoying great company I was ready to return to the Hotel room to try and relax.

I prepared my race clothing for Sunday mornings run then watched The Patriots win another football game. They are just unbeatable. Maybe some of that can rub off on me?

After the game I set the alarm for 4:30 AM and desperately tried to get some sleep.

The morning came quickly: I immediately ate a couple of Power Gels along with 16oz. of Gatorade. Then, it was shower time. Before I knew it we were out the door ad heading to the Staring line at 5:50 AM.

The organizers recommend that you get to your starting area by 6:30 AM. I dropped my wife off at the Hilton while I warmed up by jogging to the start and then back to the Hilton. After my jog we headed to the starting area.

This year there will be a 2 wave start. I have a red bib so I will start in the first of two corrals. Starting time for my wave is 7:00 AM. The second wave will start at 7:10.

The marathon and half marathon line up on two separate streets and merge after a quarter mile or so.

After one last stop at the porta potty (my morning business was not going according to plan, I hoped I wouldn’t have to stop along the course) I am on my way to the starting line.

Just prior to the National Anthem and with just minutes to go, I handed my warm up jacket to my wife and prepared to go.

The canon fired….and we were off.

Leave it on the course and don’t take it home

The sky was dark and preparing for the sun to rise as we ran north into 10-15 mph wind. The air was cool but comfortable and                                                                                    the wind would stay with us for the first couple of miles.

I came into this race more apprehensive than usual.

My primary goal was to get under 3:25; the secondary plan was a sub 3:30. third was any thing under 3:33:26 for a PR.

I chose Houston because of the flat-fast course and the potential for favorable weather. Also, I BQ’ed here the first time in 2006, so I was familiar with the route.

I trained 13 months for this pace and I knew from my training that completing 26.2 miles at 7:48 was risky and could be painful.

If I could come close to my primary goal I would shave an hour off of my first marathon: I might finish in the top 5 of my Age Group: I could even move up in corral position at Boston.

The wise choice would be to run an 8:00 pace for the sub 3:30.

But today was not the day to be wise. It was time to take chance and go for it.

I had to try. When I crossed the finish line, regardless of the results, I had to know that I had nothing left, that any effort I could muster was behind me.

So I am not ashamed to say that I approached this race a little scared.

My plan would be to run easy (8:15) for the first two miles, then alternate pace between 7:50 and 7:40 so I can reach the half way point at 1:42:30

During training my longest marathon pace run was 17 miles, with 14 miles at pace (which averaged 7:42). So, figured I should be able to arrive at the 17 mile marker on schedule.

After that if I begin to falter I can focus on my second goal of a sub 3:30.

I would evaluate my progress at mile 20, make adjustments, and then I would take it mile at a time.

As the first two miles breezed by I felt comfortable. I had rehearsed this in my mind over and over again. I knew my strategy.

Mile 1 plan – 8:30 Actual – 8:13
Mile 2 plan – 8:15 Actual – 7:43

I was a little fast on mile 2, but not faster than my training pace, so felt good about my start.
My legs felt great, breathing was a comfortable 3X3 rate.

Mile 3 plan – 7:50 Actual – 7:41
Mile 4 plan – 7:40 Actual – 8:06

Mile 3 and 4, I am feeling great. Mile 4 is a bit slower as I try do                                                                                    “down” all the Gatorade, so no problem here.

Mile 5 plan – 7:50 Actual – 7:41
Mile 6 plan – 7:40 Actual – 7:45

At mile 5 and 6, I feel like I am finally in the groove. I feel great and right on pace. I have my first Power Gel.

Mile 7 plan – 7:50 Actual – 7:51
Mile 8 plan – 7:40 Actual – 7:46

I am just coasting along. I have not been getting all my fluids so I will make a conscious effort to slow down at the water stops

Mile 9 plan – 7:50 Actual – 8:01
Mile 10 plan – 7:40 Actual – 7:57

I am slowing down for a water stop. It is easier now as the half marathoners have turned off at mile 8.5. I feel great and am concentrating on making the half way point on target.

Mile 11 plan – 7:50 Actual – 7:55
Mile 12 plan – 7:40 Actual – 7:55

I check my wrist band; I am 4 seconds behind schedule. This is great.

Mile 13 plan – 7:50 Actual – 7:45
Mile 14 plan – 7:40 Actual – 7:56

13 mile plan…1:42:05, Actual 1:42:19. Right on target. Now my focus is the 17 mile mark which is the extent of my marathon pace training. I have my second Power Gel

Mile 15 plan – 7:50 Actual – 7:59
Mile 16 plan – 7:40 Actual – 8:09

From Mile 15.5 to Mile 16 we are crossing the toughest hill over the 610 Loop. It is very steep so I am not alarmed by my splits, but I need to try and make up the difference. My legs still feel fresh and strong.

Mile 17 plan – 7:50 Actual – 7:57
Mile 18 plan – 7:40 Actual – 8:12

Ah, the 17 mile point, hum, I am off pace now by 75 seconds. OK, I need to get to mile 20 without loosing more time. This should not be a problem. I feel my right sock sliding around: I sure hope this does not lead to blisters. Otherwise all systems are a go.

Mile 19 plan – 7:50 Actual – 8:06
Mile 20 plan – 7:50 Actual – 8:09

OK….finally the 20 mile mark, well, I am off pace by 2:22. Well, so much for the sub 3:25 but I am still good for the sub 3:30. My legs feel fine but are slightly sore. I feel confident that I can maintain the current pace. Just stay in the low 8’s. I have my last Power Gel.

Mile 21 plan – 7:50 Actual – 8:19

I hear the crowds hollering, go 3:30, I think, wow they are quite astute to realize that they are watching runners in the 3:30 finishing time. After another quarter mile or so I see the 3:30 pace group pass me. Oh, that’s what they were cheering about. I need to try and hook up with the 3:30 group but to no avail. Wow, where did this 8:19 come from. I have to find that low 8 minute pace. I can still get under 3:30. I know I can.

Mile 22 plan – 7:50 Actual – 8:29

Oh, geez, where did this come from, my legs are staring to hurt. I can’t run slower. Some how I have to suck it up. Should I have another Power Gel?

Mile 23 plan – 7:50 Actual – 8:49

AH, c#$%p, 8:49, OK….the wall is approaching, if I can’t pull it together now, I can forget the sub 3:30. I am now 4:29 off pace.

Mile 24 plan – 7:50 Actual – 9:18

Gosh my legs hurt, pace, smace, who cares about pace, just don’t slow down any more.

Mile 25 plan – 7:50 Actual – 9:39

My legs are absolutely killing me; they feel like they are going to seize up. I have got the energy but my legs just don’t want to go any further. I could stop, really I could. Please let me stop. The wall…the wall…I feel like I am dragging this wall behind me.

BUT, only, 1.2 miles to go.

Mile 26 plan – 7:50 Actual – 8:49

Some how I have managed to pick up the pace, a little bit with each passing quarter mile. I can feel myself accelerating. Just keep going faster, the finish is almost there. I turn the corner with about a half mile to go. Pick it up, I gotta pick it up. I can see the finish line, just focus, maybe a personal best; I’ll take a personal best.

Mile 26.2

Mile 26.2 plan – 1:34 Actual – 1:37

I am speeding up and speeding up, as fast as I can go. Finally I cross the finish line almost on pace.

Wow, I finished, somehow. The final .2 miles was close to an 8:00 pace.

Final Results:
Chip time 3:33:59
Overall Place 643/5595
Gender Place 530
Division Place 10/237
Age Grade 69.6%
Pace 8:11
Weight, Pre race – 150
Weight After race - 148

Summary:

13 months of preparation and I didn’t meet a single TIME goal. Disappointed, you bet.

All I needed was 33 seconds for a personal best. But missed time goals and all, as I crossed the finish line I was as thrilled with this finish as much as any other and maybe more.

You see, I actually did reach the most important goal that I had set for myself. That goal was to lay it all on the line, to take a chance, to run a pace that would likely chew-me-up and spit-me-out, which is exactly what it did. If I had ran an 8:00 pace I most likely would have come pretty close to 3:30 and I certainly would have beat my best. But that would have been the easier decision.

Today, easy was not what I wanted: I trained for a sub 3:25 and it was time. When the cannon sounded it was time to test myself, all or nothing, lay it on the line, or however we phrase it. When all is said and done I am pleased with the results, because when I crossed the finish line there I had left othing left on the course: I made sure of that, I reached my most important goal and as I crossed the finish line I smiled. 

Tidbits:

I had more blisters that I have ever experienced, two and the toes on my left foot and eight on the right. Blisters were on top of my toes as well as underneath. The following day my work shoes felt very tight. I later took a closer look at my feet which led to the discovery of all the blisters. My feet hurt from the blisters; I just did not realize the quantity.

Houston introduced an “instant results” area where you could have your chip scanned so you get could get instant results. They were experiencing problems. I heard one of the organizers say, “We have the internet connection, but we can’t get access to Active.com, they have all of the results”.