Sunday, March 15, 2015

The Long Road Back

After a 4 month partial hiatus, I have gotten back on a semi-routine running schedule for the last 3 weeks. I have discovered (rediscovered) that once you get out of your routine, getting it back is quite difficult. Right now, running is difficult again. Runs which were relatively easy are now a bit difficult. I'm not back to the beginning, but I'm coming out of the winter in the worst shape I've been in within the last 4 years.


Perhaps a curious analogy, but I'm hoping that, like the aged gunslinger Clint Eastwood played in Unforgiven, circumstances will soon be as such that something will just click and I will be able to return to my previous form.

I have two weeks until my first scheduled race this year, a half-marathon relay race with a co-worker and "running pal" from work. We ran Rock CF together last year and thought it would be interesting to run a relay race, something neither of us have done. Looking at the times from the 2014 relay race, we thought that there would be a good chance for a top-10 relay finish with an outside chance at a top 3 result. I still think we have a decent shot at a top-10 finish based on past race results, but a top 3 result is probably not in the cards. Like most "local" races, it depends on who shows up almost as much as how we do. Neither of us are in peak condition right now, which doesn't bode well for being very competitive. This race was a nice excuse to (finally) try to get into shape for the year. I'd like to be 10 lbs lighter and a minute a mile faster right now, but it is what it is. I'm hoping that the next two weeks go well and that I do the best I can at the race.

I have only done two "long" runs (over 10k) this year to date, one each of the last two Saturdays. One 8 miler at Indian Springs and the other in Clarkston. Both runs were with the Wolfpack group. I brought up the rear at the run yesterday, but was close enough that I caught up to the group at the water stops. The people who showed up are fast, but my recent lack of training didn't help. Sometimes, running with people who are faster than you is what you need. I certainly wouldn't have run at the pace I ran yesterday if I was alone. It wasn't race pace, but I was uncomfortable and that can be a good thing.

After the relay race, I have no solid race plans, but I plan to do some 5Ks and 10Ks during the year. The hope is that by late summer / fall, I can PR both these distances and get close to some long-standing goals.

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How did your winter training go? Did the cold weather (especially in February) disrupt your plans?




Monday, January 19, 2015

Chicago Marathon

The 2014 Chicago Marathon is in the books and it was the best, worst, most exciting and most frustrating race I've ever run. Since I haven't posted for about 5 months, I'm going to hit a couple items before the race itself including training, the Brooksie Way Half Marathon and the "taper' leading up to the race.


Training: 


Training went exactly as planned as I followed the Hal Higdon Novice 2 program as closely as I could. I missed 2 or 3 individual, mid week runs out of the entire 18 week program. My longest runs included an 18 miler on the Clinton River Trail and 19 and 20 milers at Kensington Metro Park. All of my long runs except the 20 miler were just as I expected them to be. During the 20 miler, I experience a recurrence of some ankle pain, but overall, the run was fine. I was trained to meet my 4 hour goal.


Brooksie Way Half Marathon:

Two weeks before Chicago, I ran the Brooksie Way Half Marathon. I signed up for this race long before I was certain I would run any marathon this year. Because it was so close to the Marathon, I decided to take it easy for this race. While I didn't go as "easy" as planned, I did run it close to what I thought was my marathon pace and finished in 1:52 and some change. It was about 4 minutes slower than last year and I felt pretty confident that if I would have fully "raced" this one, I could have PR'd and beat my 1:48something time from last year. Everything was on schedule.

The Taper:

There was nothing wrong with my 3 week taper. I did what I was supposed to to, except, right after the Brooksie Way, I got sick. It wasn't a bad illness and it was confined primarily to sinuses and throat. No chest congestion or congestion in general. I seemed to be getting better after 4 or 5 days, but it reached a certain point and did not improve. I could breathe, but I had laryngitis and a dripping in my throat that produced occasional coughing and just general mucus goodness (sorry). Even so, I got most of my taper runs in and thought I would be fine for race day.

The Expo:

The whole family traveled to Illinois for the race. We stayed with my Dad in the SW Chicago burbs and on Saturday took the train into the city. Neither of us (my wife and I) had taken the Metra train into the city before, so it was a new experience. The ticket counter was closed, but we soon found out you buy your ticket on the train (take cash). On weekends, a weekend pass is $7 each, a pretty good deal where you can ride all you want on the system with that pass (individual rides from our location are normally $5.50 each way). So, we got 4 trips each (to city and back) with the pass.

The expo was huge and quite busy. The bib pickup system was pretty sophisticated. They scanned a QR code on your participant guide and sent you to a station where they scanned it again. Then, you went elsewhere to pickup your shirt and bag. We walked around the expo for a while, but with as much walking as we had already done, we didn't hit everything. We were able to take some shuttle buses, but in all, I bet we walked almost 3 miles total Saturday. We accomplished our main goals of getting my bib and figuring out if the train would be a good way of getting to the race (it was). We got back to my Dad's, had a unique dining experience, had some cake for some birthdays (my girls) and got to bed.

Race Day:

I set the alarm, but it was not necessary, as I awoke before 4am. I followed my normal race day routine of showering and eating a small bowl of Cheerios (I'll spare you other steps) and we made it to our 5:15 am train which got us to the city by about 6:15 am. I walked with my wife and Dad to about where they would be on the course and headed to the start line. There was a minor backup with security, but it wasn't bad. 

I went to my corral group (C & D) and was able to visit our porta potty village for some last minute maintenance. Thankfully, I made it to the area before it got too busy - 15 minutes later and I would have been outta luck. Weather was perfect (low 50s, no rain) and I was able to keep my throwaway shirt and pants on until just before the corrals closed and the race started. I was ready to start with nearly 45,000 of my running brethren. The hand cyclists and elites started first, then the corrals were released. We got to the starting line about 9:30 after the elites started.

I felt good as we started out, under a building and then over a small bridge. There were minor elevation changes, but this course was about as flat as you can get. Early in the race I was happy to head out just under my goal pace (just under 9 min / mile). My first inkling that I was not going to have the best day was by about mile 3. I was feeling a lack of energy and my body's heat management system seemed a bit off. As "easy" as I was running, I shouldn't have been sweating like I was (profusely). Even so, I felt like I could keep it moving. I wouldn't meet my 3:45 "fantasy goal" or my 3:50 "having a really good day" goal, but 4 hours was still in my sights.

I wrote my name on my shirt, at the suggestion of my sister-in-law, and it created a pretty wild situation for the entirety of the race. The number of people who were cheering for me, by name, was incredible. For the most part, I liked it. I didn't like that it was more difficult to pick out my family and, later in the race, I wasn't as much in the mood to acknowledge my supporters.

By about mile 8 or 9, I came to the realization that even beating 4 hours was not likely to happen. I was still "on pace", but just barely. I still thought I could PR and beat 4:17 at this point. My goal was to stay below 2 hours for the first half of the race, which I was able to do. I saw my family right around the halfway point and waved and blew some kisses their way. "Just get to 16.2 - then it's just 10 miles..." Then it was "just get to 20, then it's just a 10k left!". My energy was low and my trick ankle was hurting badly, but I made it to mile 20 without a walk break. Once I hit 20, it was all about "survival" and finishing. Even a PR looked unlikely and all I wanted to do was finish,

I did a walk / run combo from there - probably 2 or 3 parts running to 1 part walking, but it wasn't timed or anything. I set mini goals until the end of the race. Get to that sign. Run through Chinatown. I think I ran the entire last mile. I certainly ran the last half mile plus.

I finished in 4:29 something, Not close to my goal and I didn't beat my previous marathon time. I wasn't upset with my effort though - it was the best I could do while dealing with this cold / allergy / whatever it was. It affected me for almost a month. I was upset that I trained well, did all I needed to meet my goals, and a stupid cold blew it all up.

I am finishing this post that I started in October now in January. Reading back over what I wrote, I still have disappointment over the results of the race. It probably led, in part, to my running funk that I've been trying to get out of for about 3 months. (That will likely be a separate post). Just finishing the race with how I felt was an accomplishment, but it also felt (feels) like 4 months of work down the drain.

I've decided that, for 2015, I'm not going to run a marathon. Actually, I'm content to run 5ks and 10ks and would like to PR both distances, if I can ever get my act together...







Sunday, August 17, 2014

8 Weeks to Chicago

Ten full weeks of training are in the books with eight left to go!

So far, so good. I've been doing almost exactly what my plan calls for. In fact, I missed my first run of this training cycle this week (it was for a good reason, to help someone empty out a flooded basement).

After running my 17 miler this week at Paint Creek, I understand why you don't miss runs. It seemed to make this one much harder than it should have been. For me, a 17 miler may always offer challenges, but my Saturday one (and my Thursday run with the stroller for that matter) felt like I missed a month rather than one stinkin' run. Life happens, but I don't intend to miss any more.

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I finally put up the medal holder my kids and wife made me for my birthday (last year - I'm bad).


I knew I had a lot of medals, but I didn't know I had 30 of 'em. At least for now, I didn't think there was room for all of them, so I put up my favorite / "most important" 15 of 'em. They include:

  • 2011 Iron Turkey - My first 10k (actually also my first double race 5k & 10k)
  • 2011 - 2013 Brooksie Way Half Marathon
  • 2012 - 2014 Rock CF Half Marathon
  • 2012 - 2013 Crim 10 Mile
  • 2013 Milford Labor Day 10k (my 10k PR)
  • 2014 Weekend Warrior Half Marathon
  • 2012 Shamrock N' Roll 10k
  • 2012 Open Door Julie Run 5k 2nd place age group (my 5k PR)
  • 2013 Detroit Free Press Marathon
Most of the other medals I have are Kona races I've paced and age group awards. I like the age group awards, but they don't look as cool as the "big race" ones and they don't all mean the same to me. A couple of them don't even have the race name anywhere (front or back). I remember what they are now, but not sure if I'll remember later. Guess I should write on the back or put a sticker on 'em. 

I like the medals I have but never dwell on them. It is nice now that they are "on display", but they only show where I've been, not where I'm going. (I think I would fight someone if they took my Marathon medal though. :)

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Eight weeks to Grant Park and beyond!