Here are the footnotes from my "race" this past weekend:
1. What happened?
Sunday was the year's biggest race - the Club Challenge 10 Miler. From a team perspective, this is the race we prepare months for each year, and this year's team was the best we'd ever assembled. Expectedly, there were some beyond amazing performances, which I highlighted over on the Team Blog. Alyssa ran a great race, running 3 minutes faster than last year and blasting through the 70 minute barrier. But for me, this was not a good day.
Maybe I'm numb to failure, but I don't find myself getting upset, instead just taking bad days in stride. They happen. To me, they happen a lot.
Perhaps the most frustrating thing is that I've re-tooled my approach to most races, and just find myself running slower and slower. In the past, I would go out hard, and often times eat it in the back half. Then everyone would make fun of me, say I go out too hard, why don't you go out slower, etc.
Coming into the race, I was supremely less confident than I've ever been going into it. Last year I ran 1:00:12, in 2009 I ran 58:55, in 2008 I ran 59:25. I honestly thought I could fall into that range, but I was going to go out a little more relaxed than I normally would. On paper I was maybe 20th-25th on our team's depth chart, and I knew who I should try to stick with. The first mile is mostly downhill, and while they seem to change the location of the mile marker each year, the 6:07 I ran was undoubtedly the slowest first mile I've ever run in a race shorter than half marathon.
I looked at my watch in disgust, but I was running with a good little pack, so I kept running with them. Mile 2 was a shade quicker, and we hit the split in 12:02. Mile 3 has a little dip - the steep downhill kills me, so I lose a little momentum there - but the split was again in line at 6:02.
And that's where my day ended.
Pretty much since I started running again, going back to 2010, I've had nothing but problems. Foot, hamstring, piriformis, you name it. I've always suspected that it's largely related to the muscular imbalance I perpetually face following surgery, and the fact that my right knee doesn't bend or straighten even close to as well as my left knee. I've always just put my head down and barreled through, figuring that it's probably "just the way it's going to be" - but now I'm wondering if my body has had enough.
I can't remember a run, or ride, or even swim in the last two years now that has been completely comfortable. I'm not fluid, I'm not smooth. Building up to and following IMAZ in November, my left ham/piriformis started misbehaving. This was exacerbated in January when I did the Charleston Marathon. I've had a lot of problems since, and haven't had many good runs in the last 6 weeks. As I got past mile 3 on Sunday, the familiar feeling of dragging a dead leg along was too much, and my options were going to either be keep pressing until I dropped out, or just slow down.
The pace crept up to 6:30-6:40 or so, and stabilized there. I was fine aerobically, but was wincing with each step. Everybody was passing me. Then the worst possible thing that could happen, happened: I caught up to Remus just before mile 8. He had obviously gone out real hard, and was now just coasting in. He was letting everyone else pass him, but when he saw me, he got excited, and then started running with me, and would not shut up. I had to run it in to the finish with him. I should have just stayed behind him so he didn't know I was there.
So I ran 1:04:54. Yikes. To call it a race, at this point, wouldn't be fair. In 2006, the first year I ran Club Challenge, when I was not running that long, and raced stupidly, and wasn't prepared for the hills, I ran 1:04:10 or something. Somehow, this day was worse.
I'm not sure where to go from here. It's the type of malady where you need to actively work on it rather than just take time off. I can run, it is just aggravated when I'm trying to run faster. This hampers most of my spring goals. I had hoped to pop under 58:55 at CC at the beginning of the year, but I realized that was a little bit of a stretch given what I was doing. My goal of running < 16:48 at Shamrock 5k in two weeks is out.
I'm frustrated because I obviously just bring it on myself, so I only have myself to blame. So far this year I've swam too much, ridden too little, and run too slow. It doesn't leave me feeling too good about the spring race season, or beyond, for that matter. I'm not sure that all the king's horses and all the king's men could actually put me back together again.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Sick of Swimmin'
100x100m is the swimming equivalent of running a marathon. Obviously, the two aren't exactly the same - but in terms of relative time and aerobic taxation, they're pretty close. Much like riding a hundred miles, it's as mental as it is physical. And, like any of those other activities, something you have to build towards.
Since my marathon last month, I have spent my training hours each week largely in the pool. Over the last four weeks I have logged a shade under 100km in the water, which is about on par with the biggest month I've ever swam. I'll admit, even I've had to ask myself: "why?" And while the answer is largely because I felt it was a small contribution I could make help Alyssa get through it, it is also at least partially self-serving. Even though I'm not putting a big focus into long races this year, I don't think a high swim volume, particularly in the early part of the year, can hurt. And, if my workout yesterday was any indication, the proof may already be in the proverbial pudding.
Things I've noticed during the 62km last 14 days:
1. I absolutely despise swimming twice a day
2. I swim better at times other than 5:30am
3. I am not as hungry as I thought I'd be
4. I am always tired
5. My skin is melting off my body from the chemicals
At least twice a week we've had to get in the pool twice. This is more mentally draining than anything else, particularly on the days that masters are in the pool in the morning, and then later in the day, the kids' swim team is in. We are constantly fighting for one of the precious pool lanes in our tiny pool (4 lanes). After our 75x100 dress rehearsal, I knew the 100 would be manageable, but would be pretty exhausting. The intervals were not impossible, it was just the sheer quantity and time spent in the pool, that was going to take its toll.
Since swim kids and masters Occupy the Pool until 11:30 on Saturdays, we had no choice but to wait until then to get in the water. When we got out onto the pool deck, it was as if we were Mariano Rivera coming out of the pen in the 9th to take the mound. See the other byproduct of us being at the pool so much is that we are now mini-celebs. Of course, I've always been a favorite there, but now that all these people see Alyssa and have familiarized themselves with her CV, she has become like the Queen, and I am the Mayor. She is awed and respected, I am just the funny guy who everyone likes.
We had told a few of the guards and the masters coach earlier in the week that we were doing the workout, so as we made our way to the lanes, we were greeted with positive encouragement and thumbs up from the people in the pool area. This is what you get when you go to a gym that has a pool, rather than a pool that has a gym. We are far from the fastest swimmers at this place, but we are the most consistent.
The warmup was over pretty quick and before we knew it, it was time for Main Set A of 42x100m. It was sliced into groups of 6, which made it go by a little easier. Following that, it was 30x100m with the paddles, pull buoy, and band. Normally I crush these, as I have the odd tendency to swim an average of 7 seconds per 100m faster with paddles than without, but on this day, my arms were pretty tired, and I kept the effort even. After that was done, we had just 10 left, and poof - after a full 3 hours in the pool, we were done. 10,000 meters. 6.2 miles of swimming.
It was, if nothing else, a cool accomplishment for someone who does not consider himself a swimmer. Of course, OJ brought me back down a little when he informed me he did that set once in a little under 2 hours. This was also when he was swimming 100k a week in college. Whatever, this was big for me.
After the swim it was serious pizza time, and then, inevitably, falling asleep early on Saturday night to very sore, very tired arms. I had run an easy 8+ miles prior to the swim, and Sunday's workout was a morning long run on the Club Challenge course. Of course, it went from being reasonable weather to 22 degrees and biting, mean, angry wind overnight, so the workout was brutal. 14 miles, 6mi w/u, 3mi of fartlek, then 2.5 miles of tempo, before cooling down. It went just okay - I was clearly tired from the week, and, believe it or not, STILL had to swim (again) Sunday afternoon.
Team CYB headed over to the pool, with Andy coming as our special guest, and Zero making an appearance. On Thursday, when we were supposed to do 25x100, a kid threw up in the pool, which forced them to kick us out and close for the night. We had only made it through 9, so we had 1600 meters to tack onto what was supposed to be a chill 2000 on Sunday. We made it through 2500 and decided we would do 9x100 and then 100 cooldown to get the additional time in.
Then, something happened that I can't quite explain: I swam FAST. For me, at least. We cruised to a 1:30 on the first one, and we had decided to go on 1:45, so had plenty of time. Wow. Normally I do not swim this fast, and I certainly would not have expected to swim that, comfortably, the day after such a big swim. From there, I held, or went faster, on each one. For the last four, we turned them into going on 1:40. My last 100 was 1:25. I felt awesome. I fully realize that these times are a joke for anyone who swims, but for me, that's a very encouraging sign that the swimming I've been doing is paying dividends. My 18+ hours of training last week consisted of a staggering 11+ hours in the water.
But, as Ariel says, she is "sick of swimmin'" and that she's "ready to stand," which is what I now need to do. My running is a little off where I'd hoped, in terms of volume, and comfort. I have run 45 miles each of the last two weeks, which is okay for me, but I need to run a little more than that now, and, get a little quicker doing it.
For a day, though, I did feel a little bit Phelpsian. While they would certainly cover the meters much faster, it amazes me that anyone can spend that much time in a pool. That's why I run and ride - you're outside, seeing different things, and able to talk to those around you. So I am looking forward to resting a bit from the water, maybe not having to swim twice this week!
Since my marathon last month, I have spent my training hours each week largely in the pool. Over the last four weeks I have logged a shade under 100km in the water, which is about on par with the biggest month I've ever swam. I'll admit, even I've had to ask myself: "why?" And while the answer is largely because I felt it was a small contribution I could make help Alyssa get through it, it is also at least partially self-serving. Even though I'm not putting a big focus into long races this year, I don't think a high swim volume, particularly in the early part of the year, can hurt. And, if my workout yesterday was any indication, the proof may already be in the proverbial pudding.
Things I've noticed during the 62km last 14 days:
1. I absolutely despise swimming twice a day
2. I swim better at times other than 5:30am
3. I am not as hungry as I thought I'd be
4. I am always tired
5. My skin is melting off my body from the chemicals
At least twice a week we've had to get in the pool twice. This is more mentally draining than anything else, particularly on the days that masters are in the pool in the morning, and then later in the day, the kids' swim team is in. We are constantly fighting for one of the precious pool lanes in our tiny pool (4 lanes). After our 75x100 dress rehearsal, I knew the 100 would be manageable, but would be pretty exhausting. The intervals were not impossible, it was just the sheer quantity and time spent in the pool, that was going to take its toll.
Since swim kids and masters Occupy the Pool until 11:30 on Saturdays, we had no choice but to wait until then to get in the water. When we got out onto the pool deck, it was as if we were Mariano Rivera coming out of the pen in the 9th to take the mound. See the other byproduct of us being at the pool so much is that we are now mini-celebs. Of course, I've always been a favorite there, but now that all these people see Alyssa and have familiarized themselves with her CV, she has become like the Queen, and I am the Mayor. She is awed and respected, I am just the funny guy who everyone likes.
We had told a few of the guards and the masters coach earlier in the week that we were doing the workout, so as we made our way to the lanes, we were greeted with positive encouragement and thumbs up from the people in the pool area. This is what you get when you go to a gym that has a pool, rather than a pool that has a gym. We are far from the fastest swimmers at this place, but we are the most consistent.
The warmup was over pretty quick and before we knew it, it was time for Main Set A of 42x100m. It was sliced into groups of 6, which made it go by a little easier. Following that, it was 30x100m with the paddles, pull buoy, and band. Normally I crush these, as I have the odd tendency to swim an average of 7 seconds per 100m faster with paddles than without, but on this day, my arms were pretty tired, and I kept the effort even. After that was done, we had just 10 left, and poof - after a full 3 hours in the pool, we were done. 10,000 meters. 6.2 miles of swimming.
It was, if nothing else, a cool accomplishment for someone who does not consider himself a swimmer. Of course, OJ brought me back down a little when he informed me he did that set once in a little under 2 hours. This was also when he was swimming 100k a week in college. Whatever, this was big for me.
After the swim it was serious pizza time, and then, inevitably, falling asleep early on Saturday night to very sore, very tired arms. I had run an easy 8+ miles prior to the swim, and Sunday's workout was a morning long run on the Club Challenge course. Of course, it went from being reasonable weather to 22 degrees and biting, mean, angry wind overnight, so the workout was brutal. 14 miles, 6mi w/u, 3mi of fartlek, then 2.5 miles of tempo, before cooling down. It went just okay - I was clearly tired from the week, and, believe it or not, STILL had to swim (again) Sunday afternoon.
Team CYB headed over to the pool, with Andy coming as our special guest, and Zero making an appearance. On Thursday, when we were supposed to do 25x100, a kid threw up in the pool, which forced them to kick us out and close for the night. We had only made it through 9, so we had 1600 meters to tack onto what was supposed to be a chill 2000 on Sunday. We made it through 2500 and decided we would do 9x100 and then 100 cooldown to get the additional time in.
Then, something happened that I can't quite explain: I swam FAST. For me, at least. We cruised to a 1:30 on the first one, and we had decided to go on 1:45, so had plenty of time. Wow. Normally I do not swim this fast, and I certainly would not have expected to swim that, comfortably, the day after such a big swim. From there, I held, or went faster, on each one. For the last four, we turned them into going on 1:40. My last 100 was 1:25. I felt awesome. I fully realize that these times are a joke for anyone who swims, but for me, that's a very encouraging sign that the swimming I've been doing is paying dividends. My 18+ hours of training last week consisted of a staggering 11+ hours in the water.
But, as Ariel says, she is "sick of swimmin'" and that she's "ready to stand," which is what I now need to do. My running is a little off where I'd hoped, in terms of volume, and comfort. I have run 45 miles each of the last two weeks, which is okay for me, but I need to run a little more than that now, and, get a little quicker doing it.
For a day, though, I did feel a little bit Phelpsian. While they would certainly cover the meters much faster, it amazes me that anyone can spend that much time in a pool. That's why I run and ride - you're outside, seeing different things, and able to talk to those around you. So I am looking forward to resting a bit from the water, maybe not having to swim twice this week!
Monday, February 06, 2012
Hitting the Reef
We've all hit the proverbial "wall" in running, and perhaps the air's been "let out of our tires" on a ride before. But what happens when you are DONE in the water? On Friday night's 75x100m session, Alyssa coined the term "hitting the reef."
I loved it, it's great. If you've ever hit the reef, literally, you know how bad it hurts. Coral cuts and scratches, and then mixed with the salt it starts to sting. It is very painful, although perhaps not as bad as the sunburn on your back from snorkeling for 3 hours in the Great Barrier Reef.
For Alyssa, it was at 7000m that she hit the reef. The final set of 10x100 was 25 sprint, 25 back, 50 free easy, and as she came off the wall on the back stroke, it was like POOF, done. This 7500m evening was the "cherry on top of the ice cream on top of the cake" that has been her 2012 swim camp. Alas, no rest for the weary, as this coming Saturday we embark on a Coach Hil staple: 100x100. 3 hours in the Merritt Pool = not sure if I will still have flesh by the end.
For me, since I am so "sexy at swimming" (refer to Ben's blog from last week), I was able to do it, but it took a lot out of me. I swam 30,000 meters last week - the most I've ever done in a week by a couple thousand, and fairly close to what I was swimming each month last year. Alyssa must have a clear lead in the Merritt 100 Mile Challenge as she sits at 74 miles. I think I'm at 53. My 100 mile projected ETA is the end of the first week of March.
Meanwhile, I did manage to actually ride my bike once last week. I realized I didn't miss it. I'm honestly just not feeling the bike right now. I did run 45 miles, including a very sloppy, very difficult 2 hours in Patapsco yesterday. My knee did not like the constant torquing on the ice-like mud that coated the trail.
From the world of running, there was a half marathon in Japan where 24 men were under 1:02:00, 47 were under 1:03:00, and 75 were under 1:04:00 - that's pretty insane. You do NOT see races that stacked. But in Japan, it must be the norm, after all, in the Fukuoka Marathon you need to have qualified with a 2:42, and if at any point during the race you slip below 2:46 PACE, you get pulled. They have a van that scoops you off the course.
I haven't watched the highlights of this weekend's New Balance Grand Prix meet from Boston, but I saw most of the results on Twitter on Saturday. Seems like a pretty solid meet, big names going head to head. Makes me ready for outdoor season to be here because it means we'll be one step closer to the Olympics!
I loved it, it's great. If you've ever hit the reef, literally, you know how bad it hurts. Coral cuts and scratches, and then mixed with the salt it starts to sting. It is very painful, although perhaps not as bad as the sunburn on your back from snorkeling for 3 hours in the Great Barrier Reef.
For Alyssa, it was at 7000m that she hit the reef. The final set of 10x100 was 25 sprint, 25 back, 50 free easy, and as she came off the wall on the back stroke, it was like POOF, done. This 7500m evening was the "cherry on top of the ice cream on top of the cake" that has been her 2012 swim camp. Alas, no rest for the weary, as this coming Saturday we embark on a Coach Hil staple: 100x100. 3 hours in the Merritt Pool = not sure if I will still have flesh by the end.
For me, since I am so "sexy at swimming" (refer to Ben's blog from last week), I was able to do it, but it took a lot out of me. I swam 30,000 meters last week - the most I've ever done in a week by a couple thousand, and fairly close to what I was swimming each month last year. Alyssa must have a clear lead in the Merritt 100 Mile Challenge as she sits at 74 miles. I think I'm at 53. My 100 mile projected ETA is the end of the first week of March.
Meanwhile, I did manage to actually ride my bike once last week. I realized I didn't miss it. I'm honestly just not feeling the bike right now. I did run 45 miles, including a very sloppy, very difficult 2 hours in Patapsco yesterday. My knee did not like the constant torquing on the ice-like mud that coated the trail.
From the world of running, there was a half marathon in Japan where 24 men were under 1:02:00, 47 were under 1:03:00, and 75 were under 1:04:00 - that's pretty insane. You do NOT see races that stacked. But in Japan, it must be the norm, after all, in the Fukuoka Marathon you need to have qualified with a 2:42, and if at any point during the race you slip below 2:46 PACE, you get pulled. They have a van that scoops you off the course.
I haven't watched the highlights of this weekend's New Balance Grand Prix meet from Boston, but I saw most of the results on Twitter on Saturday. Seems like a pretty solid meet, big names going head to head. Makes me ready for outdoor season to be here because it means we'll be one step closer to the Olympics!
Monday, January 30, 2012
A Home Run
Usually when I head home to NJ, I end up running by myself. Which, incidentally, I don't mind, because I like to go out when I feel like going, and hit the parks and the routes I used to run back in the day. But now when I go home I check in with Jason Gers to see what he's got going on. I've known Jason for a while, but had never done any training sessions with him until I was home over Christmas. At this point he's a little faster than I am running, but in general, we're pretty closely matched.
He said he aws going to do a 14 mile run on Saturday morning, with the first 10 easy, then 3 up tempo, then a mile easy. I met him at 8am at the beach in Sea Bright, where it was atypically very calm. No wind whatsoever, the ocean was totally flat. Temp was in the mid 30s. Also joining us were three of his usual training comrades: twins Jay and Dave McGovern, and Bob Horn. I'd never met these guys before, but I've known their names for years. The McGoverns were a few years older in high school (and at a different school) and while they were good then, they're much faster now. All three of those guys are mainstays of the local NJ running scene, you'll always see their names high up in the results.
The planned route was from Sea Bright towards Red Bank (so basically I could have just met them at the turnaround), through Rumson, Little Silver, and Fair Haven. A nice little run. Mostly flat, a few gentle inclines and declines, all road. The first couple of miles were chill in the 7:15 range, and then dropped to 7:00-7:10 for the rest of the first 10 miles. When we hit 10, we picked it up to <6:30 pace (6:29, 6:25, 6:20). Since I am in pretty decent shape, despite this being just my 4th run in the last two weeks, the effort wasn't going to kill me. It was more the running 14 miles that was wearing me out. But I got through it, and felt good.
Saturday night I headed up to beautiful Newark, NJ, with my dad to see Seton Hall take on Louisville. We had awesome seats, and the game was great. It started off bad for The Hall, who were down 15 early, and looked like they were going to go down with a wimper. But in the 2nd half they summoned the courage of lions and came back! Of course, both sides were playing pretty poor basketball, it was as if neither side wanted to win. Seton Hall ended up losing, but it was still a fun game as always.
On the professional running circuit, pretty bad ass weekend. At the Dubai Marathon, 9 of the top 10 were Ethiopian, with the winner setting a course record (2:04:23) in his marathon DEBUT. The guy is allegedly 21 years old. And, he negative split it. Shattered Gebrselassie's previous CR, in fact the top 4 were under 2:05, and there were 13 runners under 2:08. Insane. Even the women's race was fast, with 3 under 2:20 and the top 10 all under 2:26.
We were also treated to some indoor track from the World's Most Famous Arena, Madison Square Garden. It wasn't the Millrose Games, though, which moved from MSG to the NYC Armory, but based on the broadcast you wouldn't have known that, as they were still basically calling it Millrose. This weekend's broadcast is the New Balance Indoor Games from Boston. AND the Superbowl. It's a great Sunday of sport!
He said he aws going to do a 14 mile run on Saturday morning, with the first 10 easy, then 3 up tempo, then a mile easy. I met him at 8am at the beach in Sea Bright, where it was atypically very calm. No wind whatsoever, the ocean was totally flat. Temp was in the mid 30s. Also joining us were three of his usual training comrades: twins Jay and Dave McGovern, and Bob Horn. I'd never met these guys before, but I've known their names for years. The McGoverns were a few years older in high school (and at a different school) and while they were good then, they're much faster now. All three of those guys are mainstays of the local NJ running scene, you'll always see their names high up in the results.
The planned route was from Sea Bright towards Red Bank (so basically I could have just met them at the turnaround), through Rumson, Little Silver, and Fair Haven. A nice little run. Mostly flat, a few gentle inclines and declines, all road. The first couple of miles were chill in the 7:15 range, and then dropped to 7:00-7:10 for the rest of the first 10 miles. When we hit 10, we picked it up to <6:30 pace (6:29, 6:25, 6:20). Since I am in pretty decent shape, despite this being just my 4th run in the last two weeks, the effort wasn't going to kill me. It was more the running 14 miles that was wearing me out. But I got through it, and felt good.
Saturday night I headed up to beautiful Newark, NJ, with my dad to see Seton Hall take on Louisville. We had awesome seats, and the game was great. It started off bad for The Hall, who were down 15 early, and looked like they were going to go down with a wimper. But in the 2nd half they summoned the courage of lions and came back! Of course, both sides were playing pretty poor basketball, it was as if neither side wanted to win. Seton Hall ended up losing, but it was still a fun game as always.
On the professional running circuit, pretty bad ass weekend. At the Dubai Marathon, 9 of the top 10 were Ethiopian, with the winner setting a course record (2:04:23) in his marathon DEBUT. The guy is allegedly 21 years old. And, he negative split it. Shattered Gebrselassie's previous CR, in fact the top 4 were under 2:05, and there were 13 runners under 2:08. Insane. Even the women's race was fast, with 3 under 2:20 and the top 10 all under 2:26.
We were also treated to some indoor track from the World's Most Famous Arena, Madison Square Garden. It wasn't the Millrose Games, though, which moved from MSG to the NYC Armory, but based on the broadcast you wouldn't have known that, as they were still basically calling it Millrose. This weekend's broadcast is the New Balance Indoor Games from Boston. AND the Superbowl. It's a great Sunday of sport!
Friday, January 27, 2012
One Moment in Time
Behold, the Magic of College Park!
On Wednesday I was given the opportunity to attend the biggest sporting event of the year in College Park: Maryland vs Duke. This is always a big game, and although the Terps have not been as successful over the past few years, you just never know what's going to happen. This year was an even bigger occasion, as they dedicated the court to Gary Williams prior to the game. When my old tri buddy Larry "The Slug" Rutledge offered me this seat a few months ago, I was so psyched and could obviously not pass it up. It was so loud in the Comcast Center that you couldn't even hear the tribute video, but it didn't matter, because the place got quiet QUICK when Gary took the mic. Known for rarely cracking a smile, it was a rare chance to see GW legitimately choked up as he addressed the crowd and gave on final fist pump. Gary was the maestro behind the Terps' rebirth in the 80s, following the death of Len Bias and the subsequent NCAA sanctions, and led them to Sweet 16s, a Final Four, and, a year later, an NCAA Championship. I had the rarest of rare opportunities that year, to actually be in attendance at the Georgia Dome as my college won its first National Championship. There are few moments in my entire life that can even come close to that night 10 years ago.
The game itself was up and down. The Terps built a little lead, but went into the half down by a basket. In the 2nd half, they kept it close for a while, but lost the momentum, and couldn't close. Duke is, unfortunately, just a much better team. At least the Terps put up a fight.
It's always a trip down memory lane when I'm in CP, and on this particular Wednesday, I also had the chance to swim in the pool that I learned to swim in all those years ago. Larry got me into the gym and we headed down to the pool, and, unlike the Merritt, it is:
1) an enormous pool
2) super deep
3) very well lit
4) not chock full o'chemicals
5) NOT CROWDED
The 50m pool was cut up into a 25y section, which I swam in, while the deeper end/diving well was being utilized by the soon-to-be-cut water polo team and diving team. There are 10 lanes when they do it this way, and 5 were being used for a Masters' team, but 5 were open to circle swim. When I arrived, I had to share a lane, but pretty soon I was the only one in the pool.
I'm always talking about how somehow I used to be able to swim much faster than I do now, and that I don't believe it because I still race about the same speed. And yes, obviously meters are longer than yards, but even with a typical conversion, I still come nowhere close to what I used to do in CP.
I had already swam Wednesday morning, but wasn't going to pass up the chance to swim in the big pool, so I gleefully hopped in and started swimming. It felt so good, such a massive volume of water, I love it. The way the water spills into a little causeway, it's just so fast! And with a nice, visible digital clock, I could easily see my splits. The difference a pool makes. The one thing I did notice was that it was a warmer temp than they used to keep it. It was comfortable, but I was looking forward to the colder water.
I did a 500 warmup, then 3x100 and then 4x50, before going into a main set of 3x(200-100-50) on 3:00, 1:30 and then 50y easy in between sets. First one: 2:50, 1:23, :38. Comfortable. Even with a conversion of 8-9sec/100, that still was faster than I would normally swim in the meter pool. Second set: 2:45, 1:19, :37. Nice! Last set: 2:39, 1:17, :36. It was awesome to have a reminder of previous swimming "glory." I've never been a particularly good, or a fast, swimmer, but I remember being able to do 200s in the 2:40s, and 100s in the 1:12 range and able to do them on 1:20. My swim workouts were all set up by Tri Guy Tommy back then, and they were so different than what I do now. 3x a week, 4000-5500y, with a 500 w/u, 5x100 drill-swim, then up to 800 of kicking (with fins). Main sets would be in the 2000-2500 range.
I decided to see what I could do for a couple of hundreds, so I went hard for one (1:15) and waited til 2:00 to go again. Another 1:14/15. Then 2x50 on :60 (:35, :34). Not too bad. I think part of it was, when my knee was better, I could really do a strong dolphin kick and I'd take a minimal amount of strokes per length, and I was doing a lot more "speed" in the pool.
What's most sad perhaps is the fact that, as of July 1, the pool will have no swim/dive team or water polo team inhabiting it, when the school cuts 8 sports teams (including those, and men's xc/track)
I was really pleased with the workout, and just excited to get to be in College Park for the night. I decided to not swim on Thursday, instead opting for my first attempt at riding in almost 2 months. Just an easy 45 minutes on the trainer. Predictably, I hated it. This morning it was back to the pool and I felt terrible. Such is life.
The other initiative is getting back in the weight room. When weight training was part of my regular routine, I was almost never hurt, I felt stronger, and had more energy. With typical IM training predicating high volume, it's hard to find the energy or desire to be in the gym. But, when you look at the improvement Craig Alexander made this year, and see that he was putting in the gym time, it's hard to deny the correlation. Of course I'm not talking about meathead-style training, but strength and balance. My body is so broken down, it's the least I can do. 3 days in the gym this week, focusing on building smart, core, stretching, foam rolling - the little things I generally avoid. Seems to be working.
Heading up to NJ shortly as this week is college hoops week for me. Seton Hall vs Louisville tomorrow night at The Rock in Newark.
On Wednesday I was given the opportunity to attend the biggest sporting event of the year in College Park: Maryland vs Duke. This is always a big game, and although the Terps have not been as successful over the past few years, you just never know what's going to happen. This year was an even bigger occasion, as they dedicated the court to Gary Williams prior to the game. When my old tri buddy Larry "The Slug" Rutledge offered me this seat a few months ago, I was so psyched and could obviously not pass it up. It was so loud in the Comcast Center that you couldn't even hear the tribute video, but it didn't matter, because the place got quiet QUICK when Gary took the mic. Known for rarely cracking a smile, it was a rare chance to see GW legitimately choked up as he addressed the crowd and gave on final fist pump. Gary was the maestro behind the Terps' rebirth in the 80s, following the death of Len Bias and the subsequent NCAA sanctions, and led them to Sweet 16s, a Final Four, and, a year later, an NCAA Championship. I had the rarest of rare opportunities that year, to actually be in attendance at the Georgia Dome as my college won its first National Championship. There are few moments in my entire life that can even come close to that night 10 years ago.
The game itself was up and down. The Terps built a little lead, but went into the half down by a basket. In the 2nd half, they kept it close for a while, but lost the momentum, and couldn't close. Duke is, unfortunately, just a much better team. At least the Terps put up a fight.
It's always a trip down memory lane when I'm in CP, and on this particular Wednesday, I also had the chance to swim in the pool that I learned to swim in all those years ago. Larry got me into the gym and we headed down to the pool, and, unlike the Merritt, it is:
1) an enormous pool
2) super deep
3) very well lit
4) not chock full o'chemicals
5) NOT CROWDED
The 50m pool was cut up into a 25y section, which I swam in, while the deeper end/diving well was being utilized by the soon-to-be-cut water polo team and diving team. There are 10 lanes when they do it this way, and 5 were being used for a Masters' team, but 5 were open to circle swim. When I arrived, I had to share a lane, but pretty soon I was the only one in the pool.
I'm always talking about how somehow I used to be able to swim much faster than I do now, and that I don't believe it because I still race about the same speed. And yes, obviously meters are longer than yards, but even with a typical conversion, I still come nowhere close to what I used to do in CP.
I had already swam Wednesday morning, but wasn't going to pass up the chance to swim in the big pool, so I gleefully hopped in and started swimming. It felt so good, such a massive volume of water, I love it. The way the water spills into a little causeway, it's just so fast! And with a nice, visible digital clock, I could easily see my splits. The difference a pool makes. The one thing I did notice was that it was a warmer temp than they used to keep it. It was comfortable, but I was looking forward to the colder water.
I did a 500 warmup, then 3x100 and then 4x50, before going into a main set of 3x(200-100-50) on 3:00, 1:30 and then 50y easy in between sets. First one: 2:50, 1:23, :38. Comfortable. Even with a conversion of 8-9sec/100, that still was faster than I would normally swim in the meter pool. Second set: 2:45, 1:19, :37. Nice! Last set: 2:39, 1:17, :36. It was awesome to have a reminder of previous swimming "glory." I've never been a particularly good, or a fast, swimmer, but I remember being able to do 200s in the 2:40s, and 100s in the 1:12 range and able to do them on 1:20. My swim workouts were all set up by Tri Guy Tommy back then, and they were so different than what I do now. 3x a week, 4000-5500y, with a 500 w/u, 5x100 drill-swim, then up to 800 of kicking (with fins). Main sets would be in the 2000-2500 range.
I decided to see what I could do for a couple of hundreds, so I went hard for one (1:15) and waited til 2:00 to go again. Another 1:14/15. Then 2x50 on :60 (:35, :34). Not too bad. I think part of it was, when my knee was better, I could really do a strong dolphin kick and I'd take a minimal amount of strokes per length, and I was doing a lot more "speed" in the pool.
What's most sad perhaps is the fact that, as of July 1, the pool will have no swim/dive team or water polo team inhabiting it, when the school cuts 8 sports teams (including those, and men's xc/track)
I was really pleased with the workout, and just excited to get to be in College Park for the night. I decided to not swim on Thursday, instead opting for my first attempt at riding in almost 2 months. Just an easy 45 minutes on the trainer. Predictably, I hated it. This morning it was back to the pool and I felt terrible. Such is life.
The other initiative is getting back in the weight room. When weight training was part of my regular routine, I was almost never hurt, I felt stronger, and had more energy. With typical IM training predicating high volume, it's hard to find the energy or desire to be in the gym. But, when you look at the improvement Craig Alexander made this year, and see that he was putting in the gym time, it's hard to deny the correlation. Of course I'm not talking about meathead-style training, but strength and balance. My body is so broken down, it's the least I can do. 3 days in the gym this week, focusing on building smart, core, stretching, foam rolling - the little things I generally avoid. Seems to be working.
Heading up to NJ shortly as this week is college hoops week for me. Seton Hall vs Louisville tomorrow night at The Rock in Newark.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
My Band
Time is a weird concept.
The sun rises, the sun sets. We wake up, we go to sleep. Time keeps on ticking, ticking, ticking. Into the future. I think I tend to notice time more following a bigger race. For instance, 10 days ago I ran a marathon. It feels like a lifetime has passed since then. In the days following the marathon, I didn't run, I didn't ride my bike. I took Sunday and Monday completely off, and then tried to get in the pool on Tuesday. I felt terrible. I actually got out of the pool after getting through just 1000m, something I hadn't done in a long time. Wednesday I was able to swim a little more, 3000m. I finally ran again on Thursday, an easy 6 miles with Kris. It did not feel good. Mostly it was just muscle soreness and tight hamstring/piriformis, but I was surprised at how beat up I was.
The weekend weather forecast looked less-than-stellar, which was good, because I committed to spending an inordinate amount of time in the pool. Alyssa had 4 swims scheduled between Friday and Sunday, and, due to a tired Thursday morning, Coach Hill said "just do Thursday's workout on Saturday morning, and Saturday's workout in the afternoon." The swims looked like this:
Fri: 3000m/2500m
Sat: 3100m/4700m
Sun: 3700m
17,000 meters in three days across five swims. I swam 15,000 meters ALL of last January. Alyssa's workouts are very specific, while for me, as long as I'm in the pool, physically touching the water, I think that's good enough. She tends to have a lot of pulling, and a lot of work with the band. I don't like to do either of these things. Actually, I will rephrase. I like pulling, but I've always been of the "keep it to less than a third of your total swim volume." The Saturday afternoon swim called for 500-1000-1500 main set with paddles, pull buoy, band (PBB). I PBB'd the 500 and 1500, but just swam the 1000.
Perhaps most notable was how I felt better on Friday and Saturday afternoon than their respective morning counterpart. And, even more surprising, was how awesome I felt on Sunday. To quote Drake, I was "on one." Too bad that many, many hundreds of meters were with the dreaded Band. In fairness, it was a lot easier since I didn't do anything other than swim all weekend, but still, it was a lot for me.
Needless to say, my body was pretty displeased with me on Monday. I convinced myself to run again, and ended up muddling through 70 minutes just barely under 7:30 pace. I kept thinking, "you better check yourself, before you wreck yourself." And, when this morning's 6am swim came 'round, it was another exercise in futility. Not only did I get smoked by Alyssa, I barely made our pretty generous time interval on our 10x200 main set. I then decided to lift and stretch a bit. I now have a new 2012 goal:
BE ABLE TO TOUCH MY TOES
Seriously, when did I become this inflexible? Once upon a time I did actually go to yoga class on Wednesdays at the gym, and wasn't this bad. After the meager lift/stretch session, I was feeling plucky and thought man, I should ball. You know, pick up the rock and hoop it up. 15 shots and one made basket later, I was walking back into the locker room after jamming my thumb hard enough to make it bleed. Playing basketball. By myself.
With a light workout load over the weekend, I took the opportunity to engage in some fun activities:
1. Went to the Baltimore Comedy Factory (www.baltimorecomedy.com) to see one of my favorite comics, Iliza Schlesinger. She won the last Last Comic Standing season, and until now had never had the opportunity to see her live. It was hilarious, and a great start to the weekend.
2. Went to the University of Maryland Indoor Invite on Saturday to watch some of my TWSS teammates run, and ran into some familiar faces along the way. The "Save UMD XC and Track" campaign is still alive, but with $4.2 million to raise by July 1, it's still a big task.
3. Went to see The Artist with Alyssa on Saturday night. When I heard about this black and white, silent film a few months ago, I was really excited. This 90 minute journey back to a better time of film making was well worth the trip to Arundel Mills on a Saturday night (I hate going there). Jean Dujardin was incredible, and was nominated this morning for Best Actor, and Berenice Bejo was an absolute star (she's nominated for Best Actress in a Supporting Role). The film is up for Best Picture, and the screenplay got a nod for Best Original Screenplay. If you have the opportunity to see this, do it!
This week it's all about college hoops, as I am going to the Maryland vs Duke game on Wednesday (thanks to Larry!) and then Seton Hall vs Pitt on Saturday in NJ with my dad. Remember to keep the balance!
The sun rises, the sun sets. We wake up, we go to sleep. Time keeps on ticking, ticking, ticking. Into the future. I think I tend to notice time more following a bigger race. For instance, 10 days ago I ran a marathon. It feels like a lifetime has passed since then. In the days following the marathon, I didn't run, I didn't ride my bike. I took Sunday and Monday completely off, and then tried to get in the pool on Tuesday. I felt terrible. I actually got out of the pool after getting through just 1000m, something I hadn't done in a long time. Wednesday I was able to swim a little more, 3000m. I finally ran again on Thursday, an easy 6 miles with Kris. It did not feel good. Mostly it was just muscle soreness and tight hamstring/piriformis, but I was surprised at how beat up I was.
The weekend weather forecast looked less-than-stellar, which was good, because I committed to spending an inordinate amount of time in the pool. Alyssa had 4 swims scheduled between Friday and Sunday, and, due to a tired Thursday morning, Coach Hill said "just do Thursday's workout on Saturday morning, and Saturday's workout in the afternoon." The swims looked like this:
Fri: 3000m/2500m
Sat: 3100m/4700m
Sun: 3700m
17,000 meters in three days across five swims. I swam 15,000 meters ALL of last January. Alyssa's workouts are very specific, while for me, as long as I'm in the pool, physically touching the water, I think that's good enough. She tends to have a lot of pulling, and a lot of work with the band. I don't like to do either of these things. Actually, I will rephrase. I like pulling, but I've always been of the "keep it to less than a third of your total swim volume." The Saturday afternoon swim called for 500-1000-1500 main set with paddles, pull buoy, band (PBB). I PBB'd the 500 and 1500, but just swam the 1000.
Perhaps most notable was how I felt better on Friday and Saturday afternoon than their respective morning counterpart. And, even more surprising, was how awesome I felt on Sunday. To quote Drake, I was "on one." Too bad that many, many hundreds of meters were with the dreaded Band. In fairness, it was a lot easier since I didn't do anything other than swim all weekend, but still, it was a lot for me.
Needless to say, my body was pretty displeased with me on Monday. I convinced myself to run again, and ended up muddling through 70 minutes just barely under 7:30 pace. I kept thinking, "you better check yourself, before you wreck yourself." And, when this morning's 6am swim came 'round, it was another exercise in futility. Not only did I get smoked by Alyssa, I barely made our pretty generous time interval on our 10x200 main set. I then decided to lift and stretch a bit. I now have a new 2012 goal:
BE ABLE TO TOUCH MY TOES
Seriously, when did I become this inflexible? Once upon a time I did actually go to yoga class on Wednesdays at the gym, and wasn't this bad. After the meager lift/stretch session, I was feeling plucky and thought man, I should ball. You know, pick up the rock and hoop it up. 15 shots and one made basket later, I was walking back into the locker room after jamming my thumb hard enough to make it bleed. Playing basketball. By myself.
With a light workout load over the weekend, I took the opportunity to engage in some fun activities:
1. Went to the Baltimore Comedy Factory (www.baltimorecomedy.com) to see one of my favorite comics, Iliza Schlesinger. She won the last Last Comic Standing season, and until now had never had the opportunity to see her live. It was hilarious, and a great start to the weekend.
2. Went to the University of Maryland Indoor Invite on Saturday to watch some of my TWSS teammates run, and ran into some familiar faces along the way. The "Save UMD XC and Track" campaign is still alive, but with $4.2 million to raise by July 1, it's still a big task.
3. Went to see The Artist with Alyssa on Saturday night. When I heard about this black and white, silent film a few months ago, I was really excited. This 90 minute journey back to a better time of film making was well worth the trip to Arundel Mills on a Saturday night (I hate going there). Jean Dujardin was incredible, and was nominated this morning for Best Actor, and Berenice Bejo was an absolute star (she's nominated for Best Actress in a Supporting Role). The film is up for Best Picture, and the screenplay got a nod for Best Original Screenplay. If you have the opportunity to see this, do it!
This week it's all about college hoops, as I am going to the Maryland vs Duke game on Wednesday (thanks to Larry!) and then Seton Hall vs Pitt on Saturday in NJ with my dad. Remember to keep the balance!
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
I Have a Dream
That someday, I will run a good marathon.
This weekend was not one of them. Fortunately, I did start my 2012 campaign by accomplishing one of my goals: qualify for Boston 2013.
With the Boston Marathon changing its qualification requirements (chopping 5 minutes off previous qualifying times per age group), and me not having run an open marathon since Boston 2009, I was going to have to run at least one marathon this year. And, with a new registration process, I knew I'd have to run it before September. While I am planning on running NYC Marathon later this year, it would be too late for next year's Boston.
That left me a couple of options: look to something like VA Beach's Shamrock Marathon or DC's National Marathon in March, or try to get it done in Charleston. The races in March were appealing because of their proximity to Baltimore, field size and support, and it would give me plenty of time to train. Charleston was appealing because it was a place I'd never been, an "easy" course and a Saturday event. But it was also just 7 weeks after Ironman Arizona, and after the long 2011, I needed a break.
Immediately following the Ironman, I was still undecided about what race to target, and figured I needed a good month of running before I could commit. I ran 6 miles post-Ironman week, and then weeks of 30, 44, 53. I decided I felt good enough to be able to get through the marathon in Charleston. I felt like 7 minute pace was a good goal, which would be a 3:03, and give me a comfortable cushion for the Boston registration process later this year.
I ran a few workouts during December, but was not going to try and cram workouts and long runs in. The two longest runs I did were 17, one on Christmas day and one on New Year's Day. 17 miles is not even close to what I should have been doing, but I didn't have time to worry about it by the time January hit. It then became "rest up enough so you're feeling good on race day."
Alyssa and I flew down to Charleston on Friday morning, leaving a cold, windy Baltimore and arriving to a cold, windy South Carolina. We ate a great bbq lunch at Nick's BBQ on King St, and then tried to drive the course. The maps provided by the race did not include road names, just colored lines and approximated turns, so needless to say we got lost. After running the race, we wouldn't have been able to follow the course anyway. This was the first sign that this race was not going to be well-organized. We then stopped off at the "expo" to pick up our stuff, and scooped up Andy, Ed and Conrad from the airport. The four guys went for a dangerously dark shakeout run, which was Conrad pace (quicker than I would have liked). We were all hoping the wind would die down, because we knew the temperature was not going to magically rise.
Race morning came and the wind had calmed down a bit, but not much. And it was cold. 34 degrees is what the thermometer read. Conrad and I got dropped off at the marathon start at 7:15 and stood around until 7:40 when we went to warm up for a few minutes. Since it was so cold, I was going to start the race with my singlet, and two light/longsleeve tech shirts, and was wearing shorts and gloves. In my haste to get out of the car, I forgot to grab my little EFS liquid flask. Oops. I would see the others around mile 9.5, so I could grab it from them then.
The race starts on East Bay Avenue, and runs a mile and a quarter south to the end of the peninsula. I made sure to not get caught up in the race and go out comfortably, but I could tell we were still moving quick. 6:23 at the mile confirmed that. I told Conrad I was going to back off, and as we headed north it was obvious we were going to be going into the wind for most of the day. Mile 2 was 6:29. Still too fast. Tried to ease into the slowing rather than just stop dead, so mile 3 was finally more in line at 6:37 and mile 4 was 6:40.
About the course: the first 3 miles were in the downtown area, which is nice. It quickly becomes more like Baltimore (see also: pretty hood) and for miles you are just running on some boring deserted road that parallels the overhead highway and a train track. It's very unattractive, and super quiet. I didn't expect any crowd support, so I was able to deal with that, but it was just so boring. Very flat, but the wind was negating any of that benefit. Every so often Conrad, who was using the marathon as a long run, would turn around and jog back towards me, run with me for a minute, and then take off again.
Miles 5-8 were: 6:32, 6:43, 6:28, 7:16. I think 5 and 7 were a tad short, and that 8 was a bit long, because I felt pretty locked into 6:40-6:45 at that point, and we were running in a straight line. Until Mile 8, when there was a little bridge to run up and over, but we had the downhill so I figured it zeroed out.
I guess it was around 8 or so that we sharply doubled back on ourselves, and as we headed south for a few hundred feet, it became so quiet and you felt, for the first time, what it was like to not fight the wind. That disappeared when we Zorro'd our way onto another road headed north. This was around 9.5 and I could see, and hear, Ed, Alyssa and Andy. They had all run the 5k, which started/finished at the marathon finish. Ed and Alyssa each won, and Andy had run with Alyssa to help pace her to her first sub 20 5k! The Shrimp and Grits 5k, as it was called, was 3 miles, but with a 15:12 for Ed and 19:05 for Alyssa, we put their time estimates for the right distance at 15:45 and 19:45.
I passed off my top layer shirt and grabbed an EFS flask and continued on my way. The half marathoners were about to split off, and all of a sudden it went from a couple dozen people around to 3. Seriously, there was nobody around. It was dead quiet. The road also stopped being pancake flat and began to roll a little bit. It was also at this point that I realized, since Mile 8, we hadn't had a water stop in a while. It was over 3 miles without a water stop, and the volunteers were poorly executing their distribution strategies. Of course, it's always on the athlete, but as I would approach a water station, I would point to a person and a cup, and say "water" or "gatorade" - and without fail, each one would literally pull their arm back towards them at the last second. Of course the teenaged volunteers always think this is pretty funny, but I assure you, it's not. They were also holding the cups in a really stupid way, so I was barely getting any water at each stop.
Miles 9-13: 13:33 (9 + 10), 6:42, 6:45, 6:50. Half split est: 1:27:45
I felt good about that, it was right where I thought I should be. I figured 1:28-1:30 would be where I needed to be to buffer a slower second half, but, if I felt good, and could double it, would put me in a place to break 3 hours. But a few things were starting to worry me.
1. Since the start, I had been more than aware of my hamstring and piriformis. It is never good in the cold, and there were a few times when it would lock up mid-stride.
2. I had to go to the bathroom. I thought I could maybe make quick pit stop and relieve myself, but I was worried about starting up again, and how much time it would take.
So I forged on. And now the course was just getting ridiculous. It was a lot of running around circles, figure 8s, and running on little walking paths behind schools and through neighborhoods. As each mile passed, I was sure that my pace had to have slowed to over 7s because of all the turns. I remember one point, behind a school somewhere in the 14th mile, that I turned around the building and just got blasted in the face by the wind. Yet somehow that mile was still 6:50.
I had come through 10 miles at 1:06:42, and thought if I could hit 20 miles around 2:15, that would put me in a good place for a 3 hour race. I was feeling very full, and was having trouble eating anything. Miles 14-18 were annoying, but got through them in 6:50, 6:47, 6:51, 6:53, 6:53.
By that point, I've now run longer (excluding IMAZ, where I didn't really run) than any run since the end of October. 2.5 months without a run over 18 miles is a long time! It was around this point in the race that we also merged back up with the half marathoners. So now I'm stuck behind 2:30 half marathoners as we entered this ridiculous little neighborhood, and I can pinpoint the exact moment where I lost my momentum. It was when I got to a water table, and the volunteers were not holding the water, it was just sitting on the tables. I had to get water, but had to zoom around a few half runners and try to grab whatever I could. It was ineffective.
On the path, I got stuck behind a group of people taking up the width of the path. They were running and carrying something. I could see a body, and these guys all had the same shirt on that said something I couldn't read. I thought maybe it was a disabled person or wounded soldier, and was touched by the display. Until I made my way around them and saw it was a CPR dummy, and they were EMTs. Now I was pretty annoyed that they rudely took up the entire path when they didn't need to. It was as if the race organizers didn't bother to inform the slower half marathoners that they were going to be caught.
Miles 19 and 20: 7:11, 7:13 (2:15:40)
Holy crap. I still have a 10k to run, and have now gone right by the finish line for the 2nd time in this race. Doing the quick math, I realized at 7 minute pace I would run a 43:30 10k, and that would be good enough to get me under 3. Only problem was, I wasn't running under 7 minute pace. I knew I needed to keep the carnage under 7:30/mi to make sure I achieved my only goal. Around 21, I saw the gang again, who encouraged me to keep going. I had an out and back 5 miles. Out with the wind, back into it to finish the race. Uh-oh.
I've been through this before, it's an all too familiar feeling. I just can't go any longer. But I had to keep my head in it. I did not want to miss by a few seconds, or get it, but have it be barely under 3:05 and then still not get in. I watched as the few runners ahead of me were heading back into the finish, and they all looked terrible. Except for the girl and her two pacers that had passed me at 20 like I was standing still. They put 5 minutes into me in 5 miles. Ouch.
Miles 21-Finish were not pretty: 7:24, 7:20, 7:34, 7:43, 8:00, 8:17, 1:45
I realized I was going to run under 3:05, but I knew if I tried to press it at all, it could seriously shut me down, and I just had to keep moving forward. I allowed my body to slow down and, like the Winter Warlock, just tried to put one foot in front of the other.
I crossed the line in 3:03:43, which is a full 7 minute PR (sadly) from my first marathon in NYC. Not happy about the super positive splitting, but all things considered, it's what I should have expected. I was 15th overall, and the winning time was a "slow" 2:45. Much slower than last year. After the finish line, despite the temp barely clipping 44 degrees, no mylar blankets! I could definitely have used one to keep whatever heat was in me, in me. I was freezing.
The gang came over and we went into the tent, where I sat down and shivered. There were a few angels though, like the lady who was a massage therapist and came over to help get the cramping out of my legs, and the guy who handed me a dry shirt to wear, and the lady who kept trying to feed me this allegedly magic water. The Shrimp and Grits were, as advertised, delicious. And since we were all winners in some capacity, we all took home some hardware. It always reminds me of moon rocks, particularly in Apollo 13 when they were confused why the plane was coming in off trajectory, and it was because they weighed less than expected - since they expected them to be carrying moon rocks.
Conrad was a great help out there, as he probably ended up running 28 miles at least during his 3:00:01 run. And the cheering and support from the others was also great. We then got to watch the Olympic Trials on Saturday afternoon at the restaurant we ate at for lunch. They were a little confused as to why we wanted to watch Running, but we excitedly watched all 2 hours while eating bbq.
Ultimately, I'm pleased with a PR to start the year, but wish I had prepared better and run a little faster. I'll have NYC later this year to redeem myself maybe, but I still sit as one of the fastest half marathoners with the slowest marathon times that I know! Even though I liked Charleston, and would return (perhaps for Cooper River Bridge 10k), but would not go back for this race. I hope they can make the changes necessary to grow their event, but it wasn't my favorite race.
I'm also really glad I didn't stop to go to the bathroom. 3:05 minue 3:03:43 = 1:17. It could have made the difference.
This weekend was not one of them. Fortunately, I did start my 2012 campaign by accomplishing one of my goals: qualify for Boston 2013.
With the Boston Marathon changing its qualification requirements (chopping 5 minutes off previous qualifying times per age group), and me not having run an open marathon since Boston 2009, I was going to have to run at least one marathon this year. And, with a new registration process, I knew I'd have to run it before September. While I am planning on running NYC Marathon later this year, it would be too late for next year's Boston.
That left me a couple of options: look to something like VA Beach's Shamrock Marathon or DC's National Marathon in March, or try to get it done in Charleston. The races in March were appealing because of their proximity to Baltimore, field size and support, and it would give me plenty of time to train. Charleston was appealing because it was a place I'd never been, an "easy" course and a Saturday event. But it was also just 7 weeks after Ironman Arizona, and after the long 2011, I needed a break.
Immediately following the Ironman, I was still undecided about what race to target, and figured I needed a good month of running before I could commit. I ran 6 miles post-Ironman week, and then weeks of 30, 44, 53. I decided I felt good enough to be able to get through the marathon in Charleston. I felt like 7 minute pace was a good goal, which would be a 3:03, and give me a comfortable cushion for the Boston registration process later this year.
I ran a few workouts during December, but was not going to try and cram workouts and long runs in. The two longest runs I did were 17, one on Christmas day and one on New Year's Day. 17 miles is not even close to what I should have been doing, but I didn't have time to worry about it by the time January hit. It then became "rest up enough so you're feeling good on race day."
Alyssa and I flew down to Charleston on Friday morning, leaving a cold, windy Baltimore and arriving to a cold, windy South Carolina. We ate a great bbq lunch at Nick's BBQ on King St, and then tried to drive the course. The maps provided by the race did not include road names, just colored lines and approximated turns, so needless to say we got lost. After running the race, we wouldn't have been able to follow the course anyway. This was the first sign that this race was not going to be well-organized. We then stopped off at the "expo" to pick up our stuff, and scooped up Andy, Ed and Conrad from the airport. The four guys went for a dangerously dark shakeout run, which was Conrad pace (quicker than I would have liked). We were all hoping the wind would die down, because we knew the temperature was not going to magically rise.
Race morning came and the wind had calmed down a bit, but not much. And it was cold. 34 degrees is what the thermometer read. Conrad and I got dropped off at the marathon start at 7:15 and stood around until 7:40 when we went to warm up for a few minutes. Since it was so cold, I was going to start the race with my singlet, and two light/longsleeve tech shirts, and was wearing shorts and gloves. In my haste to get out of the car, I forgot to grab my little EFS liquid flask. Oops. I would see the others around mile 9.5, so I could grab it from them then.
The race starts on East Bay Avenue, and runs a mile and a quarter south to the end of the peninsula. I made sure to not get caught up in the race and go out comfortably, but I could tell we were still moving quick. 6:23 at the mile confirmed that. I told Conrad I was going to back off, and as we headed north it was obvious we were going to be going into the wind for most of the day. Mile 2 was 6:29. Still too fast. Tried to ease into the slowing rather than just stop dead, so mile 3 was finally more in line at 6:37 and mile 4 was 6:40.
About the course: the first 3 miles were in the downtown area, which is nice. It quickly becomes more like Baltimore (see also: pretty hood) and for miles you are just running on some boring deserted road that parallels the overhead highway and a train track. It's very unattractive, and super quiet. I didn't expect any crowd support, so I was able to deal with that, but it was just so boring. Very flat, but the wind was negating any of that benefit. Every so often Conrad, who was using the marathon as a long run, would turn around and jog back towards me, run with me for a minute, and then take off again.
Miles 5-8 were: 6:32, 6:43, 6:28, 7:16. I think 5 and 7 were a tad short, and that 8 was a bit long, because I felt pretty locked into 6:40-6:45 at that point, and we were running in a straight line. Until Mile 8, when there was a little bridge to run up and over, but we had the downhill so I figured it zeroed out.
I guess it was around 8 or so that we sharply doubled back on ourselves, and as we headed south for a few hundred feet, it became so quiet and you felt, for the first time, what it was like to not fight the wind. That disappeared when we Zorro'd our way onto another road headed north. This was around 9.5 and I could see, and hear, Ed, Alyssa and Andy. They had all run the 5k, which started/finished at the marathon finish. Ed and Alyssa each won, and Andy had run with Alyssa to help pace her to her first sub 20 5k! The Shrimp and Grits 5k, as it was called, was 3 miles, but with a 15:12 for Ed and 19:05 for Alyssa, we put their time estimates for the right distance at 15:45 and 19:45.
I passed off my top layer shirt and grabbed an EFS flask and continued on my way. The half marathoners were about to split off, and all of a sudden it went from a couple dozen people around to 3. Seriously, there was nobody around. It was dead quiet. The road also stopped being pancake flat and began to roll a little bit. It was also at this point that I realized, since Mile 8, we hadn't had a water stop in a while. It was over 3 miles without a water stop, and the volunteers were poorly executing their distribution strategies. Of course, it's always on the athlete, but as I would approach a water station, I would point to a person and a cup, and say "water" or "gatorade" - and without fail, each one would literally pull their arm back towards them at the last second. Of course the teenaged volunteers always think this is pretty funny, but I assure you, it's not. They were also holding the cups in a really stupid way, so I was barely getting any water at each stop.
Miles 9-13: 13:33 (9 + 10), 6:42, 6:45, 6:50. Half split est: 1:27:45
I felt good about that, it was right where I thought I should be. I figured 1:28-1:30 would be where I needed to be to buffer a slower second half, but, if I felt good, and could double it, would put me in a place to break 3 hours. But a few things were starting to worry me.
1. Since the start, I had been more than aware of my hamstring and piriformis. It is never good in the cold, and there were a few times when it would lock up mid-stride.
2. I had to go to the bathroom. I thought I could maybe make quick pit stop and relieve myself, but I was worried about starting up again, and how much time it would take.
So I forged on. And now the course was just getting ridiculous. It was a lot of running around circles, figure 8s, and running on little walking paths behind schools and through neighborhoods. As each mile passed, I was sure that my pace had to have slowed to over 7s because of all the turns. I remember one point, behind a school somewhere in the 14th mile, that I turned around the building and just got blasted in the face by the wind. Yet somehow that mile was still 6:50.
I had come through 10 miles at 1:06:42, and thought if I could hit 20 miles around 2:15, that would put me in a good place for a 3 hour race. I was feeling very full, and was having trouble eating anything. Miles 14-18 were annoying, but got through them in 6:50, 6:47, 6:51, 6:53, 6:53.
By that point, I've now run longer (excluding IMAZ, where I didn't really run) than any run since the end of October. 2.5 months without a run over 18 miles is a long time! It was around this point in the race that we also merged back up with the half marathoners. So now I'm stuck behind 2:30 half marathoners as we entered this ridiculous little neighborhood, and I can pinpoint the exact moment where I lost my momentum. It was when I got to a water table, and the volunteers were not holding the water, it was just sitting on the tables. I had to get water, but had to zoom around a few half runners and try to grab whatever I could. It was ineffective.
On the path, I got stuck behind a group of people taking up the width of the path. They were running and carrying something. I could see a body, and these guys all had the same shirt on that said something I couldn't read. I thought maybe it was a disabled person or wounded soldier, and was touched by the display. Until I made my way around them and saw it was a CPR dummy, and they were EMTs. Now I was pretty annoyed that they rudely took up the entire path when they didn't need to. It was as if the race organizers didn't bother to inform the slower half marathoners that they were going to be caught.
Miles 19 and 20: 7:11, 7:13 (2:15:40)
Holy crap. I still have a 10k to run, and have now gone right by the finish line for the 2nd time in this race. Doing the quick math, I realized at 7 minute pace I would run a 43:30 10k, and that would be good enough to get me under 3. Only problem was, I wasn't running under 7 minute pace. I knew I needed to keep the carnage under 7:30/mi to make sure I achieved my only goal. Around 21, I saw the gang again, who encouraged me to keep going. I had an out and back 5 miles. Out with the wind, back into it to finish the race. Uh-oh.
I've been through this before, it's an all too familiar feeling. I just can't go any longer. But I had to keep my head in it. I did not want to miss by a few seconds, or get it, but have it be barely under 3:05 and then still not get in. I watched as the few runners ahead of me were heading back into the finish, and they all looked terrible. Except for the girl and her two pacers that had passed me at 20 like I was standing still. They put 5 minutes into me in 5 miles. Ouch.
Miles 21-Finish were not pretty: 7:24, 7:20, 7:34, 7:43, 8:00, 8:17, 1:45
I realized I was going to run under 3:05, but I knew if I tried to press it at all, it could seriously shut me down, and I just had to keep moving forward. I allowed my body to slow down and, like the Winter Warlock, just tried to put one foot in front of the other.
I crossed the line in 3:03:43, which is a full 7 minute PR (sadly) from my first marathon in NYC. Not happy about the super positive splitting, but all things considered, it's what I should have expected. I was 15th overall, and the winning time was a "slow" 2:45. Much slower than last year. After the finish line, despite the temp barely clipping 44 degrees, no mylar blankets! I could definitely have used one to keep whatever heat was in me, in me. I was freezing.
The gang came over and we went into the tent, where I sat down and shivered. There were a few angels though, like the lady who was a massage therapist and came over to help get the cramping out of my legs, and the guy who handed me a dry shirt to wear, and the lady who kept trying to feed me this allegedly magic water. The Shrimp and Grits were, as advertised, delicious. And since we were all winners in some capacity, we all took home some hardware. It always reminds me of moon rocks, particularly in Apollo 13 when they were confused why the plane was coming in off trajectory, and it was because they weighed less than expected - since they expected them to be carrying moon rocks.
Conrad was a great help out there, as he probably ended up running 28 miles at least during his 3:00:01 run. And the cheering and support from the others was also great. We then got to watch the Olympic Trials on Saturday afternoon at the restaurant we ate at for lunch. They were a little confused as to why we wanted to watch Running, but we excitedly watched all 2 hours while eating bbq.
Ultimately, I'm pleased with a PR to start the year, but wish I had prepared better and run a little faster. I'll have NYC later this year to redeem myself maybe, but I still sit as one of the fastest half marathoners with the slowest marathon times that I know! Even though I liked Charleston, and would return (perhaps for Cooper River Bridge 10k), but would not go back for this race. I hope they can make the changes necessary to grow their event, but it wasn't my favorite race.
I'm also really glad I didn't stop to go to the bathroom. 3:05 minue 3:03:43 = 1:17. It could have made the difference.
Monday, January 09, 2012
A New Year, A New You
When I see Jennifer Hudson on these Weight Watchers commercials, my first thought is:
DAMN. She looks fine.
But, it also got me to thinking, what is about a new year that makes people think "cool, I'm going to make lifestyle changes that will last forever. Effective 1/1/12." The #1 resolution has got to be "get in shape." But "get in shape" isn't a measurable goal. What is "in shape?" Round, after all, is a shape*. Goals need to be measurable, as it's these metrics that determine our success, or failure, in achieving them.
Sometimes you're hungry. Sometimes you're really hungry. And sometimes, when you're really hungry, you're faced with an opportunity to eat a 36oz (post-cooked) burger, topped with a couple of tomatos, many slices of cheese, mayonnaise, an over-sized pickle, and a ton of lettuce. Not to mention the bun. Oh, and the plate of fries. Then the waitress tells you that if you eat the whole thing, by yourself, it's free and you get your picture on the wall. THEN she tells you that if you eat it in the fastest recorded time (30 minutes), they name it after you.
Coincidentally, I faced this very situation 7 years ago. It was a burger joint in Chicago, and while I didn't go in with the goal of eating this behemoth burger, once I was presented the challenge, I heartily accepted. I knew not how to approach eating the thing, so I cut it into more manageable quarters. The first quarter I consumed in 3 minutes. The 2nd, another 3 minutes. I was halfway done at just 6 minutes into the ordeal. But my eyes were much larger than my stomach. 3rd quarter, 10 minutes. Slowing down, but I still had 14 minutes to eat the last quarter (and the fries). The meat was cold and rubbery, barely cooked. My hand was shaking as I scooped up the little bits of beef. I had the meat sweats. Ultimately, I finished, but it was painful, and it had taken me 35 minutes. I had lost 10 years of my life by consuming the burger, but I did it.
How is there a correlation between eating a grossly oversized burger and my personal athletic goals? It's actually pretty simple. Sometimes I dream too big. With the burger, I was lured by the fact I could have my name live on in glory if I ate it the fastest, and perhaps overestimated my eating abilities. I looked at the pictures of the people on the wall, previous burger-eaters, and they were all morbidly obese Chicagoans. And, with the exception of the guy who had eaten it in an inhuman 30 minutes, all the others were over an hour. I had eaten it in the 2nd fastest time ever, but I felt like I had failed because my goal had been set so high.
With running, and triathlon, I have always felt I could achieve more. No matter the distance, I always felt like I should be able to go faster. Under 2:40 for the marathon, under 2:00 for a legitimate Olympic distance Triathlon, under 9:00 for an Ironman. While they were reaches, and I knew how hard I'd have to work, I felt that if I worked hard enough, I could definitely achieve them. Ambitious goals are partly to blame for my most disappointing results: NYC Marathon 2008, Boston Marathon 2009, any and all Eaglemans, 2012 Ironman campaign. What makes it even more frustrating is that since getting hit in 2009, I've even scaled my goals back to more realistic ones, and have still missed the mark.
Since I don't want to dwell on my past disappointments, I'm going to realign my goals, and how I measure success, for 2012. To say I want to run a number of miles is really arbitrary, even though it can be measured. I can say I want to run 2500 miles (50mpw) but the reality is that I probably won't hit that. And whether I do or don't, if the total number of miles run doesn't result in certain time objectives, I won't have reached my goals. Here is what I aim to accomplish in 2012:
1. Race LESS
2. Race SHORTER
3. Race FASTER
Broken down, it's really that simple. I raced 30 times last year. Too many. I, like many, get excited when it's time to race, but I want to make them count more this year. My target for this year is 16. And instead of a season that includes two iron-distance triathlons, this year will include none. I have two marathons on the schedule, but outside of that, my longest events will be Eagleman and Survival of the Shawangunks. And despite what I know about my limits, I believe I can still turn the old legs over, so I want to target certain events and distances that I believe I can run Post-Collegiate PRs in. Here's a list:
Mile - 5:00.11 (Maryland Alumni Mile, 2011). Aiming for 4:40 at downhill mile, 4:50 on the track
5k - 16:48 (Shamrock, 2008). I will be running Shamrock again this year
10k - 35:26 (Pike's Peek, 2007). Running this one again this year. Home to my 34:08 PR (2003)
Club Challenge 10 mile - 58:55 (2009).
Half - 1:18:38 (PDR, 2011).
Marathon - 3:10:51 (NYC, 2008). Running this one again.
I'm not sure if I'll get to run a flat 10 miler, but if I do, I'll be aiming for my 58:12 (Broad Street, 2008) PR. They are challenging for me, but all attainable, particularly if I back off triathlon a little bit. My actual time goals include getting under 35 minutes for 10k at Pike's Peek, and running under 2:50 at NYC.
Since I do have a few triathlons on the schedule, I'd be remiss if I didn't post some goals for them. But I really am not sure yet, since I haven't ridden my bike in 6 weeks, if I'm going to start again. Those will have to wait.
The main thing for me is being resolute, in preparation for and execution of my goals. It's painful to realize that you may not achieve what you believe you can, but we still get out there every day and pursue the dream. I have to take a step back, come up with a plan for whatever it is I want to get out of athletics, and stick to it. "Just finishing" was never a thought for me with the burger, just as it is never a thought for me with Ironman. I want to do more than just finish, but right now, maybe it's not in the cards.
For now, it was a good first week of 2012. With my 17 mile run on New Year's Day, I realized that I ran 17 mile long runs on both Christmas Day and New Year's Day. I feel like that's pretty good, because on those two days in particular, it's almost always easier to NOT run. After a lot of Bowl-watching (including the OTs and the late nights!) I managed to get into the pool to the tune of 13,200 meters, including yesterday's 4200m day. I feel good about that, as it's almost as much as I swam all of last January. I also ran 40 miles, and it was a weird week. Tuesday was SO cold - 22 degrees, with a much colder windchill, and we were on the track. I didn't enjoy the cold, and felt uncomfortable running hard in it. But then it warmed back up, and by Friday, I was running without a shirt again. Saturday morning was a chill, but hilly, 10 miles, and I felt my legs coming around. I decided to not run yesterday and this week is going to be pretty light. Running a marathon in mid-January is a weird way to start the year! Firmness of purpose.
Headed to Charleston on Friday, just in time for the temperature to dip a little here in Baltimore. And, even though my race is run concurrently, I'm excited for my friend Chrissie Ramsey, who is running Saturday's Olympic Trials Marathon in Houston!
DAMN. She looks fine.
But, it also got me to thinking, what is about a new year that makes people think "cool, I'm going to make lifestyle changes that will last forever. Effective 1/1/12." The #1 resolution has got to be "get in shape." But "get in shape" isn't a measurable goal. What is "in shape?" Round, after all, is a shape*. Goals need to be measurable, as it's these metrics that determine our success, or failure, in achieving them.
Sometimes you're hungry. Sometimes you're really hungry. And sometimes, when you're really hungry, you're faced with an opportunity to eat a 36oz (post-cooked) burger, topped with a couple of tomatos, many slices of cheese, mayonnaise, an over-sized pickle, and a ton of lettuce. Not to mention the bun. Oh, and the plate of fries. Then the waitress tells you that if you eat the whole thing, by yourself, it's free and you get your picture on the wall. THEN she tells you that if you eat it in the fastest recorded time (30 minutes), they name it after you.
Coincidentally, I faced this very situation 7 years ago. It was a burger joint in Chicago, and while I didn't go in with the goal of eating this behemoth burger, once I was presented the challenge, I heartily accepted. I knew not how to approach eating the thing, so I cut it into more manageable quarters. The first quarter I consumed in 3 minutes. The 2nd, another 3 minutes. I was halfway done at just 6 minutes into the ordeal. But my eyes were much larger than my stomach. 3rd quarter, 10 minutes. Slowing down, but I still had 14 minutes to eat the last quarter (and the fries). The meat was cold and rubbery, barely cooked. My hand was shaking as I scooped up the little bits of beef. I had the meat sweats. Ultimately, I finished, but it was painful, and it had taken me 35 minutes. I had lost 10 years of my life by consuming the burger, but I did it.
How is there a correlation between eating a grossly oversized burger and my personal athletic goals? It's actually pretty simple. Sometimes I dream too big. With the burger, I was lured by the fact I could have my name live on in glory if I ate it the fastest, and perhaps overestimated my eating abilities. I looked at the pictures of the people on the wall, previous burger-eaters, and they were all morbidly obese Chicagoans. And, with the exception of the guy who had eaten it in an inhuman 30 minutes, all the others were over an hour. I had eaten it in the 2nd fastest time ever, but I felt like I had failed because my goal had been set so high.
With running, and triathlon, I have always felt I could achieve more. No matter the distance, I always felt like I should be able to go faster. Under 2:40 for the marathon, under 2:00 for a legitimate Olympic distance Triathlon, under 9:00 for an Ironman. While they were reaches, and I knew how hard I'd have to work, I felt that if I worked hard enough, I could definitely achieve them. Ambitious goals are partly to blame for my most disappointing results: NYC Marathon 2008, Boston Marathon 2009, any and all Eaglemans, 2012 Ironman campaign. What makes it even more frustrating is that since getting hit in 2009, I've even scaled my goals back to more realistic ones, and have still missed the mark.
Since I don't want to dwell on my past disappointments, I'm going to realign my goals, and how I measure success, for 2012. To say I want to run a number of miles is really arbitrary, even though it can be measured. I can say I want to run 2500 miles (50mpw) but the reality is that I probably won't hit that. And whether I do or don't, if the total number of miles run doesn't result in certain time objectives, I won't have reached my goals. Here is what I aim to accomplish in 2012:
1. Race LESS
2. Race SHORTER
3. Race FASTER
Broken down, it's really that simple. I raced 30 times last year. Too many. I, like many, get excited when it's time to race, but I want to make them count more this year. My target for this year is 16. And instead of a season that includes two iron-distance triathlons, this year will include none. I have two marathons on the schedule, but outside of that, my longest events will be Eagleman and Survival of the Shawangunks. And despite what I know about my limits, I believe I can still turn the old legs over, so I want to target certain events and distances that I believe I can run Post-Collegiate PRs in. Here's a list:
Mile - 5:00.11 (Maryland Alumni Mile, 2011). Aiming for 4:40 at downhill mile, 4:50 on the track
5k - 16:48 (Shamrock, 2008). I will be running Shamrock again this year
10k - 35:26 (Pike's Peek, 2007). Running this one again this year. Home to my 34:08 PR (2003)
Club Challenge 10 mile - 58:55 (2009).
Half - 1:18:38 (PDR, 2011).
Marathon - 3:10:51 (NYC, 2008). Running this one again.
I'm not sure if I'll get to run a flat 10 miler, but if I do, I'll be aiming for my 58:12 (Broad Street, 2008) PR. They are challenging for me, but all attainable, particularly if I back off triathlon a little bit. My actual time goals include getting under 35 minutes for 10k at Pike's Peek, and running under 2:50 at NYC.
Since I do have a few triathlons on the schedule, I'd be remiss if I didn't post some goals for them. But I really am not sure yet, since I haven't ridden my bike in 6 weeks, if I'm going to start again. Those will have to wait.
The main thing for me is being resolute, in preparation for and execution of my goals. It's painful to realize that you may not achieve what you believe you can, but we still get out there every day and pursue the dream. I have to take a step back, come up with a plan for whatever it is I want to get out of athletics, and stick to it. "Just finishing" was never a thought for me with the burger, just as it is never a thought for me with Ironman. I want to do more than just finish, but right now, maybe it's not in the cards.
For now, it was a good first week of 2012. With my 17 mile run on New Year's Day, I realized that I ran 17 mile long runs on both Christmas Day and New Year's Day. I feel like that's pretty good, because on those two days in particular, it's almost always easier to NOT run. After a lot of Bowl-watching (including the OTs and the late nights!) I managed to get into the pool to the tune of 13,200 meters, including yesterday's 4200m day. I feel good about that, as it's almost as much as I swam all of last January. I also ran 40 miles, and it was a weird week. Tuesday was SO cold - 22 degrees, with a much colder windchill, and we were on the track. I didn't enjoy the cold, and felt uncomfortable running hard in it. But then it warmed back up, and by Friday, I was running without a shirt again. Saturday morning was a chill, but hilly, 10 miles, and I felt my legs coming around. I decided to not run yesterday and this week is going to be pretty light. Running a marathon in mid-January is a weird way to start the year! Firmness of purpose.
Headed to Charleston on Friday, just in time for the temperature to dip a little here in Baltimore. And, even though my race is run concurrently, I'm excited for my friend Chrissie Ramsey, who is running Saturday's Olympic Trials Marathon in Houston!
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Tuesday, January 03, 2012
11 Moments of 2011
My name is Ryan McGrath, and I have an addiction. I am addicted to racing. Often I do it very poorly.
It's true, I really do have a problem. I competed in 30 races this year. Not every one of them was designed to be a real "race," as some were efforts of convenience. But, I donned a number and crossed a start/finish line 30 times this year. If I did a recap of the entire year, it would be really, really long. And all 6 of you would NOT want to read it. So instead, I'm going to go through my 11 highlights, or lowlights, of the year. I'll just call them the 11 Moments That Stand Out (in no particular order):
1. Starting the year on the wrong feet. Alyssa was going to do this PHUNT Run, a no-frills, no-cost trail race, on Sunday, January 2nd, so the four idiots (Pat, Zero, Ed, myself) and Meg D/Pete decided we'd crash the party. We figured the 20k (12.4 miles) shouldn't take us more than 1h45m, because honestly, how hard could trails be? Finding ourselves on the wrong route less than a quarter mile into the race, apparently it was pretty hard. The thickest, sloppiest mud I've ever seen, combined with getting lost a few more times, snow, ice cold water, and hunger, resulted in the worst 2h25m of running I'd ever done. For us, it was at least 16 miles we ended up running. Alyssa somehow stuck it out for the 50k.
2. Party in the City Where the Heat is On. Lebron was man enough to take his talents to South Beach, and so were we, for the third annual trip to the Miami Marathon and Half Marathon. This time it was a small crew, consisting of me, Zero, Barf, Dustin, and my brother. I wasn't sure what to expect from the race, as it was just two months after the IM, and following PHUNT I'd had a lot of knee and foot problems. Somehow I pulled out a 1:21:49, which was faster than I ran there in 2009, when I was in shape to run much faster. My goal had been to run under 1:23:00 so I'd have a guaranteed entry into NYC Marathon if I wanted it. Considering this race was still relatively early in my comeback trail, looking back, it was one of my best of the year.
3. We're getting the band back together. Club Challenge is one of my favorite events, least favorite races, and a rite of passage if you plan on running in Baltimore. The first year I raced (2006), I ran like garbage, going out too hard and coming back in a crawl to run 1:04 something. The next year I was ready for it, but snow canceled the event. 2008 I was running pretty well, and managed to go 59:25. 2009 I was running even better, and went 58:55. Not sure how my body would fare on the knee-jarring downhills on the hilly course, I only thought in my head that I could run close to 6 minute pace. When I actually did it (1:00:12), I was pretty surprised. Somehow I managed to run back-to-back 5 milers faster than any of my actual 5 mile race this year. Go figure.
4. The Race of Truth. 2011 was the year of the Mile for me. I raced this distance more than any other, running 3 road miles and 3 track miles. I had a great (downhill) mile at Westminster Main St Mile in April, running 4:50, and a couple of weeks later I ran 5:00.11 on the track at the Maryland Alumni Mile. I'm still positive it was under 5, but whatever. Then, on Memorial Day, despite 3 days of brutal, monster training, I still managed a 5:07 at the Loudoun St Mile in VA. Then it was downhill, and the effects of IM training seeped in. 5:16 on the track, 5:19 on the track, 5:30 on the road. Ouch. Not a pretty end, but I vow to be back in 2012.
5. Back to the Track. #4 was a good segue into this one, which was a return to track racing. I'm slow as shit, and really have no business being on a track, but I love it. I raced quite a bit on the track this year, even "competing" in the 4x100m relay at one of the BRRC meets. I did two 5000m races (17:46 each) and a 2 mile (11:10). There really is nothing more fun in the summer than to go out to a low key track meet and just see what you can do against some high school kids.
6. Y'all Come Back Now. I love to travel, particularly when I can go with friends, and even moreso when I can find a race that fits in. This year was a perfect storm of activity, as the Peachtree 10k (see also: 60,000 people running down Peachtree Street in Atlanta) fell in line with an Orioles weekend series against the Braves. Alyssa, Arjun, Melissa, Brennan, Ed and I hopped in the ol' family truckster and tackled the 714 mile drive to ATL down Tobacco Rd, stopping along the way in Blacksburg, VA, and Raleigh, NC (on the way home). Brennan got us hooked up with game tickets, and come Monday (July 4, race day), we were toeing the line with the likes of Ryan Hall and Abdi Abdirahman, to run one of the worst races I could have imagined. It was so humid, and after an initial flat/downhill, it was just up, up, up for the back half. Very hard. Even harder was having to run BACK to the hotel. An awesome experience though, I recommend you run the race if you have the opportunity.
7. Always a bridesmaid. The brothers McLoughlin and I headed home to NJ in July to race in our friend's sprint (Randolph Lake). Now, the three of us knows each other quite well, and based on the layout of the race (short swim, longer/harder bike, 5k run) I felt I had my best opportunity to bring my head-to-head record against them up. Our friend Mike was the RD, and it was at his half iron last October that I finished 2nd. Was it finally time to win a race? When we saw Doug Clark show up in the morning, the answer was a resounding: NO. Doug is awesome. My best effort was to make sure he didn't eat up my 4 minute head start. I managed to cross the line first, but he made up all by :30 of the gap, and was the overall winner. Oh well. It was still a good race for me.
8. Luray is for Lovers. The VA Power Couple of Triathlon, the Mighty Palavecinos, owned this year's event. Matias stomped errbody in Saturday's Olympic, and then came back to win again Sunday's sprint (fortunately Mighty Matias has gone "pro" for 2012 from what I hear). KGD, now KGDP, won the Olympic, and took 2nd in the sprint. CTR, Zero, and Pat could only watch as Matias ripped into us, but Alyssa gave KGD a run for her money, as she finished 2nd in the Olympic. Meanwhile I had the most frustrating race I've ever had and just tried to make sure Ben didn't catch me. Luray is one of the highlights of our year, and this year was even more fun as the 6 of us (CTR, Z, Pat, Ben, Alyssa, me) rented a cabin atop some absurd dirt road that only Alyssa's car could get to. Then we rode a very challenging Skyline Drive ride the next day. I'm eyeing this one for a great battle in 2012.
9. A PR at PDR. With my hindered abilities, PRs at this point, while not impossible, are certainly not expected. Particularly not when I decided to race a half marathon just three weeks after IM Louisville. But Philly Distance Run is my jam; it's one of my favorite races on the planet, and I couldn't pass it up. It also happened to be the day before my 30th birthday, and I really just wanted to go out on top, rather than with the sour taste of IM Louisville still lingering. It was a gamble, because it honestly could have gone really poorly. Fortunately for me, it didn't, and I was rewarded with a 4 second PR in what had to have been the best-run race I've ever had. I was also fortunate to have Ed and Pat running near me for a little bit, but before the halfway point, I was on my own, and I was glad. I worked hard, stayed tough, and took a little time out of my best time there.
10. Ironman Failures. A year ago if you had asked me if my 10:40:00 would still be my PR at the end of this year I would have said absolutely not. I thought that was the best I could have done on that day, but I also thought it was the worst I would do. A 3:57 marathon off a 5:32 bike, I was going to wreck that this year. More time to train, more hours, more strength and overall fitness DO NOT MEAN YOU DO BETTER. Louisville I could accept as a fluke. I just got really, really sick at the really, really worst time. If you take my swim into account, it was absolutely the best swim I've had this year, and likely the best swim of my life. This, coming after a summer where I was swimming like shit. Then, even on the bike, despite literally soft pedaling the entire second half, I still managed to split a 5:14. And, even when I felt super duper sick, I managed to run just a little over 7 minute pace, for a few miles at least. Arizona was just sad. I don't know what happened, I don't know why I get sick when I travel to these races, I don't know why I didn't have it that day. It's the most frustrating thing in the world to me, and in order to keep what little sanity I have left, I have no choice but to give up on this distance.
11. A win is a win. I wouldn't end it on a bad note, so the moment I'll remember most from this year is my first triathlon win at the Waterman's Half. Everything was so clutch about this day. I was able to sign up for the race ON race day. C'mon, how great is that? It was in MD, so I didn't have to go far. It was a Saturday race. I mostly did it because it fit into my schedule and I wanted to do another longer distance race before IMAZ, but it worked out that everyone else in the triathlon world must have taken that weekend off. I cruised in the water, coming out in 3rd and onto the bike in 2nd, and made quick work on the bike to assume the lead. After I got passed, I made a wise decision to keep my effort steady and not worry about the guy in front, and just be confident in my run. It was the right move, because within 3 miles on the run, I ate up the 3 minute lead he had, and cruised in for the win. It was a very cool moment, and it was nice to have Alyssa there to see it.
12. WE GOT HIM (bonus moment)
Of course, these are all quite selfish moments, and none of us would be anything without the crews that support us. 2011 was the year of the marathon, and it was awesome to see Ed run 2:36:45 at Chicago. He averaged 10 miles per day (3652 for the year) and raced a zillion times, from the mile to the marathon and everything in between, setting numerous PRs and always working his schedule around others to run. Then Pat ran his first marathon, and to be on hand for that was great. Nothing beats running in your city, especially when your super pregnant wife and baby Megatron can waddle out of the house and walk a block and see you go by. Pat's 2:50:43 at BALTIMORE has to be one of the best marathon debuts I've ever seen. Zero, who will always mystify us as to how he can race so well on seemingly no training, put down massive PRs in the 5k, 10k, 10mi, half, Olympic tri and IRONMAN, where he went 9:49 at Louisville. Incredible. Brennan came off his tough 2010 to renew his passion for running, taking a different approach to racing and training, and helping others get to where they wanted to go. Arjun ran the fastest 5k he's run since he's lived here, and Melissa got herself into some of the best shape I've ever seen her. Ben got lucky and didn't have to swim at his first half iron, and signed up for his first IM this year. Kris took a huge chunk out of his marathon PR at Richmond, training mostly on his own to do it. My tri partners in crime, OJ/Benda/David Lee, helped so much in the first half of the year, and now that we're committed to S.O.S., I'll get to see them more through the spring and summer. CTR exposed himself to the tri community and has become a valuable asset in the fight against crime. My mom and dad made it out to Arizona to check out an unfortunately shitty race, good thing they think that crossing the line is a big accomplishment. And really, not enough can be said about the amazing year Alyssa had - running a hundred mile trail race in Hawaii in January, and then qualifying for Hawaii later in the year. How many people have done that? Or do a 100k trail race 3 weeks after an Ironman? Or do a 100 miler, 2 Ironmans, a 100k, two one mile races, a half marathon, a cross country 5k, PR in most things from the beer mile to Olympic distance, qualify for Hawaii ALL in the same year? Not anybody I know.
So while 2011, all in all, was not my best year, it was for my friends, and I'll take that as a win. And then just cross my fingers that maybe 2012 is a little better for me.
It's true, I really do have a problem. I competed in 30 races this year. Not every one of them was designed to be a real "race," as some were efforts of convenience. But, I donned a number and crossed a start/finish line 30 times this year. If I did a recap of the entire year, it would be really, really long. And all 6 of you would NOT want to read it. So instead, I'm going to go through my 11 highlights, or lowlights, of the year. I'll just call them the 11 Moments That Stand Out (in no particular order):
1. Starting the year on the wrong feet. Alyssa was going to do this PHUNT Run, a no-frills, no-cost trail race, on Sunday, January 2nd, so the four idiots (Pat, Zero, Ed, myself) and Meg D/Pete decided we'd crash the party. We figured the 20k (12.4 miles) shouldn't take us more than 1h45m, because honestly, how hard could trails be? Finding ourselves on the wrong route less than a quarter mile into the race, apparently it was pretty hard. The thickest, sloppiest mud I've ever seen, combined with getting lost a few more times, snow, ice cold water, and hunger, resulted in the worst 2h25m of running I'd ever done. For us, it was at least 16 miles we ended up running. Alyssa somehow stuck it out for the 50k.
2. Party in the City Where the Heat is On. Lebron was man enough to take his talents to South Beach, and so were we, for the third annual trip to the Miami Marathon and Half Marathon. This time it was a small crew, consisting of me, Zero, Barf, Dustin, and my brother. I wasn't sure what to expect from the race, as it was just two months after the IM, and following PHUNT I'd had a lot of knee and foot problems. Somehow I pulled out a 1:21:49, which was faster than I ran there in 2009, when I was in shape to run much faster. My goal had been to run under 1:23:00 so I'd have a guaranteed entry into NYC Marathon if I wanted it. Considering this race was still relatively early in my comeback trail, looking back, it was one of my best of the year.
3. We're getting the band back together. Club Challenge is one of my favorite events, least favorite races, and a rite of passage if you plan on running in Baltimore. The first year I raced (2006), I ran like garbage, going out too hard and coming back in a crawl to run 1:04 something. The next year I was ready for it, but snow canceled the event. 2008 I was running pretty well, and managed to go 59:25. 2009 I was running even better, and went 58:55. Not sure how my body would fare on the knee-jarring downhills on the hilly course, I only thought in my head that I could run close to 6 minute pace. When I actually did it (1:00:12), I was pretty surprised. Somehow I managed to run back-to-back 5 milers faster than any of my actual 5 mile race this year. Go figure.
4. The Race of Truth. 2011 was the year of the Mile for me. I raced this distance more than any other, running 3 road miles and 3 track miles. I had a great (downhill) mile at Westminster Main St Mile in April, running 4:50, and a couple of weeks later I ran 5:00.11 on the track at the Maryland Alumni Mile. I'm still positive it was under 5, but whatever. Then, on Memorial Day, despite 3 days of brutal, monster training, I still managed a 5:07 at the Loudoun St Mile in VA. Then it was downhill, and the effects of IM training seeped in. 5:16 on the track, 5:19 on the track, 5:30 on the road. Ouch. Not a pretty end, but I vow to be back in 2012.
5. Back to the Track. #4 was a good segue into this one, which was a return to track racing. I'm slow as shit, and really have no business being on a track, but I love it. I raced quite a bit on the track this year, even "competing" in the 4x100m relay at one of the BRRC meets. I did two 5000m races (17:46 each) and a 2 mile (11:10). There really is nothing more fun in the summer than to go out to a low key track meet and just see what you can do against some high school kids.
6. Y'all Come Back Now. I love to travel, particularly when I can go with friends, and even moreso when I can find a race that fits in. This year was a perfect storm of activity, as the Peachtree 10k (see also: 60,000 people running down Peachtree Street in Atlanta) fell in line with an Orioles weekend series against the Braves. Alyssa, Arjun, Melissa, Brennan, Ed and I hopped in the ol' family truckster and tackled the 714 mile drive to ATL down Tobacco Rd, stopping along the way in Blacksburg, VA, and Raleigh, NC (on the way home). Brennan got us hooked up with game tickets, and come Monday (July 4, race day), we were toeing the line with the likes of Ryan Hall and Abdi Abdirahman, to run one of the worst races I could have imagined. It was so humid, and after an initial flat/downhill, it was just up, up, up for the back half. Very hard. Even harder was having to run BACK to the hotel. An awesome experience though, I recommend you run the race if you have the opportunity.
7. Always a bridesmaid. The brothers McLoughlin and I headed home to NJ in July to race in our friend's sprint (Randolph Lake). Now, the three of us knows each other quite well, and based on the layout of the race (short swim, longer/harder bike, 5k run) I felt I had my best opportunity to bring my head-to-head record against them up. Our friend Mike was the RD, and it was at his half iron last October that I finished 2nd. Was it finally time to win a race? When we saw Doug Clark show up in the morning, the answer was a resounding: NO. Doug is awesome. My best effort was to make sure he didn't eat up my 4 minute head start. I managed to cross the line first, but he made up all by :30 of the gap, and was the overall winner. Oh well. It was still a good race for me.
8. Luray is for Lovers. The VA Power Couple of Triathlon, the Mighty Palavecinos, owned this year's event. Matias stomped errbody in Saturday's Olympic, and then came back to win again Sunday's sprint (fortunately Mighty Matias has gone "pro" for 2012 from what I hear). KGD, now KGDP, won the Olympic, and took 2nd in the sprint. CTR, Zero, and Pat could only watch as Matias ripped into us, but Alyssa gave KGD a run for her money, as she finished 2nd in the Olympic. Meanwhile I had the most frustrating race I've ever had and just tried to make sure Ben didn't catch me. Luray is one of the highlights of our year, and this year was even more fun as the 6 of us (CTR, Z, Pat, Ben, Alyssa, me) rented a cabin atop some absurd dirt road that only Alyssa's car could get to. Then we rode a very challenging Skyline Drive ride the next day. I'm eyeing this one for a great battle in 2012.
9. A PR at PDR. With my hindered abilities, PRs at this point, while not impossible, are certainly not expected. Particularly not when I decided to race a half marathon just three weeks after IM Louisville. But Philly Distance Run is my jam; it's one of my favorite races on the planet, and I couldn't pass it up. It also happened to be the day before my 30th birthday, and I really just wanted to go out on top, rather than with the sour taste of IM Louisville still lingering. It was a gamble, because it honestly could have gone really poorly. Fortunately for me, it didn't, and I was rewarded with a 4 second PR in what had to have been the best-run race I've ever had. I was also fortunate to have Ed and Pat running near me for a little bit, but before the halfway point, I was on my own, and I was glad. I worked hard, stayed tough, and took a little time out of my best time there.
10. Ironman Failures. A year ago if you had asked me if my 10:40:00 would still be my PR at the end of this year I would have said absolutely not. I thought that was the best I could have done on that day, but I also thought it was the worst I would do. A 3:57 marathon off a 5:32 bike, I was going to wreck that this year. More time to train, more hours, more strength and overall fitness DO NOT MEAN YOU DO BETTER. Louisville I could accept as a fluke. I just got really, really sick at the really, really worst time. If you take my swim into account, it was absolutely the best swim I've had this year, and likely the best swim of my life. This, coming after a summer where I was swimming like shit. Then, even on the bike, despite literally soft pedaling the entire second half, I still managed to split a 5:14. And, even when I felt super duper sick, I managed to run just a little over 7 minute pace, for a few miles at least. Arizona was just sad. I don't know what happened, I don't know why I get sick when I travel to these races, I don't know why I didn't have it that day. It's the most frustrating thing in the world to me, and in order to keep what little sanity I have left, I have no choice but to give up on this distance.
11. A win is a win. I wouldn't end it on a bad note, so the moment I'll remember most from this year is my first triathlon win at the Waterman's Half. Everything was so clutch about this day. I was able to sign up for the race ON race day. C'mon, how great is that? It was in MD, so I didn't have to go far. It was a Saturday race. I mostly did it because it fit into my schedule and I wanted to do another longer distance race before IMAZ, but it worked out that everyone else in the triathlon world must have taken that weekend off. I cruised in the water, coming out in 3rd and onto the bike in 2nd, and made quick work on the bike to assume the lead. After I got passed, I made a wise decision to keep my effort steady and not worry about the guy in front, and just be confident in my run. It was the right move, because within 3 miles on the run, I ate up the 3 minute lead he had, and cruised in for the win. It was a very cool moment, and it was nice to have Alyssa there to see it.
12. WE GOT HIM (bonus moment)
Of course, these are all quite selfish moments, and none of us would be anything without the crews that support us. 2011 was the year of the marathon, and it was awesome to see Ed run 2:36:45 at Chicago. He averaged 10 miles per day (3652 for the year) and raced a zillion times, from the mile to the marathon and everything in between, setting numerous PRs and always working his schedule around others to run. Then Pat ran his first marathon, and to be on hand for that was great. Nothing beats running in your city, especially when your super pregnant wife and baby Megatron can waddle out of the house and walk a block and see you go by. Pat's 2:50:43 at BALTIMORE has to be one of the best marathon debuts I've ever seen. Zero, who will always mystify us as to how he can race so well on seemingly no training, put down massive PRs in the 5k, 10k, 10mi, half, Olympic tri and IRONMAN, where he went 9:49 at Louisville. Incredible. Brennan came off his tough 2010 to renew his passion for running, taking a different approach to racing and training, and helping others get to where they wanted to go. Arjun ran the fastest 5k he's run since he's lived here, and Melissa got herself into some of the best shape I've ever seen her. Ben got lucky and didn't have to swim at his first half iron, and signed up for his first IM this year. Kris took a huge chunk out of his marathon PR at Richmond, training mostly on his own to do it. My tri partners in crime, OJ/Benda/David Lee, helped so much in the first half of the year, and now that we're committed to S.O.S., I'll get to see them more through the spring and summer. CTR exposed himself to the tri community and has become a valuable asset in the fight against crime. My mom and dad made it out to Arizona to check out an unfortunately shitty race, good thing they think that crossing the line is a big accomplishment. And really, not enough can be said about the amazing year Alyssa had - running a hundred mile trail race in Hawaii in January, and then qualifying for Hawaii later in the year. How many people have done that? Or do a 100k trail race 3 weeks after an Ironman? Or do a 100 miler, 2 Ironmans, a 100k, two one mile races, a half marathon, a cross country 5k, PR in most things from the beer mile to Olympic distance, qualify for Hawaii ALL in the same year? Not anybody I know.
So while 2011, all in all, was not my best year, it was for my friends, and I'll take that as a win. And then just cross my fingers that maybe 2012 is a little better for me.
Monday, January 02, 2012
1968
This was the year that my good friend Ben Ingram finished up his PhD...
It's also the number of miles I ran this year, which is the most I've run since I started keeping track in 2005 (I wonder how many I was running during college, when my average weeks through the year were more like 80 instead of 40...)
I capped off the month of December with 216 miles, also the most I've run since March of 2009 (two months before getting hit). My last four weeks have been: 30, 44, 53, 60 and with yesterday's long run, this week was 61. It feels mostly pretty good to be running slightly higher mileage right now, of course, I have not touched my bike this month. That wasn't by design, rather by laziness. And just the fact that I only have so much energy, and on a whim I signed up for the Charleston Marathon (Jan 14) so I figured I'd be better off not riding and instead focusing on running a little more. I've gotten more comfortable again running in the 70-90 minute range, and I've even done a few workouts, like this little gem on Tuesday:
4800m: 17:50 (5:55, 5:58, 5:57)
1:30 rest
3200m: 11:48 (5:54, 5:54)
2:45 rest (to wait for Dustin to come around)
1600m: 5:40
The 6 minute pace or just under felt okay, I certainly don't feel as comfortable running that as I used to, but the fact I can still do it is pretty cool.
The pool this month was weird. I felt great in the beginning of the month, still somewhat fresh after AZ, but as the weeks went on, and the running mileage went up, I was no longer feeling as good. I ended the month with 30,000m of swimming, which was well up from the 17k I swam last December. However, the 0 miles on the bike was well below the monster 40 miles I rode last December. So it evened out.
If I were going to grade myself for the month of December, it would look like:
Swimming - A. 30k in the pool in my "off" month is pretty good, and I actually did a few things like a) attempted to swim more strokes, including butterfly and even attending my first ever swim practice. (7 people in my lane!)
Cycling - F. Ha. I mean, I can't justify any better grade for that considering I put up a goose egg. Would you get a grade if you didn't go to class and didn't turn in any assignments? Well, depending on your major. I suppose my friend Greg still did at least earn a 0.42 GPA that first semester of college...
Running - A+. 216 miles for the month, a 7 day stretch of 68 miles, workouts, feeling good. That's a very positive end to the year for me. I don't think I've had to do any runs completely by myself, we've had an awesome group lately, so I'm very thankful for that. The friendly weather for December certainly helped, as I haven't been cold yet. Even my chilblains haven't showed up in full effect, so that's been good.
My long run yesterday KO'd me. 17 miles in Mt. Washington area with Dustin, Nate, Conrad, and Seth. After getting back to Gilman, I hopped on the track for two miles at 6:50, 6:45, and that effort felt much easier than most of the rest of the run. I'm hopeful it's enough to get me to the line in Charleston in good shape. Not ideal, but then again, neither was this abbreviated training cycle. I didn't go out on NYE, didn't have anything to drink, so I could be ready for Sunday's run, and afterwards I felt like I had been out until 6 in the morning. I kept my New Year's Day tradition of Chinese food following the run, with Alyssa, and basically sat on the couch all day and watched episodes of ABC's Once Upon a Time.
I'm going to do something a little different for my end of the year wrap-up this year, but I'll get to that this week. For now, I'll do my final overall grades for the year:
Swimming - B+. You can study and study and study, but if you don't do well on tests, what would your teachers have to grade you on? This year I took a slightly different approach to swimming, and it offered mixed results. In my shorter distance races, I did not feel like I performed very well, but in 3 of my 4 longer races (half IM and up) I felt like I did pretty well. I had a poor swim at Columbia, and while I thought I did well at Eagleman, I still lost a lot of time. Part of this was, due to the very warm spring and summer, water temps prohibited wetsuits, and I didn't pick up a speedsuit until August. NJ Tri was probably my worst swim of the year, but then I had a great day at IM Louisville, Waterman's Half, and a good result at IM Arizona. I swam 443,500m (275 miles) this year, which was way down from 2010 (I think something like 550k), but in the end, had better IM swims. I'll be changing it up again for 2012 to try and improve on my weak areas.
Cycling - B. Good rides at Columbia and Eagleman were overshadowed by a summer of incredible bad luck. Flats were the trend for me this year, and the most frustrating episode came when I rode the Luray course with my rear wheel completely jammed up against the chainstay. I felt like I made progress to get back to where I had been, especially at the races that I could compare previous performances, but then I had lackluster days at some, including the big two (IMLou, IMAZ). I rode 5569 miles this year, and at least I enjoyed most of my rides. Need to figure out what I'm doing for 2012, which will feature fewer triathlons, so it may feature less riding overall.
Running - A. Hard to not at least pat myself on the back a little bit for some of my performances. Two 17:46 5k track races within a month of each other, on either end of an Ironman, and a half marathon PR of 1:18:38 just three weeks after the IM were pretty good results for me. I would say my best triathlon run of the year was at Waterman's, when I was comfortably able to go 1:33:03 on a challenging course, or the 5k at Randolph Lake Sprint. Every other race was a worthless piece of garbage on the run for me. I did also manage a 1:00:12 at Club Challenge, which was, looking back, a great race for me, and the 1:21:49 half in January was a big result, especially considering when it was. I ran 1968 miles, as I mentioned, which was a lot for me. Average of 37/week, next year's goal is going to be around 40/week for the year, which I suspect may be a little higher as I focus on running for more of the year.
It's also the number of miles I ran this year, which is the most I've run since I started keeping track in 2005 (I wonder how many I was running during college, when my average weeks through the year were more like 80 instead of 40...)
I capped off the month of December with 216 miles, also the most I've run since March of 2009 (two months before getting hit). My last four weeks have been: 30, 44, 53, 60 and with yesterday's long run, this week was 61. It feels mostly pretty good to be running slightly higher mileage right now, of course, I have not touched my bike this month. That wasn't by design, rather by laziness. And just the fact that I only have so much energy, and on a whim I signed up for the Charleston Marathon (Jan 14) so I figured I'd be better off not riding and instead focusing on running a little more. I've gotten more comfortable again running in the 70-90 minute range, and I've even done a few workouts, like this little gem on Tuesday:
4800m: 17:50 (5:55, 5:58, 5:57)
1:30 rest
3200m: 11:48 (5:54, 5:54)
2:45 rest (to wait for Dustin to come around)
1600m: 5:40
The 6 minute pace or just under felt okay, I certainly don't feel as comfortable running that as I used to, but the fact I can still do it is pretty cool.
The pool this month was weird. I felt great in the beginning of the month, still somewhat fresh after AZ, but as the weeks went on, and the running mileage went up, I was no longer feeling as good. I ended the month with 30,000m of swimming, which was well up from the 17k I swam last December. However, the 0 miles on the bike was well below the monster 40 miles I rode last December. So it evened out.
If I were going to grade myself for the month of December, it would look like:
Swimming - A. 30k in the pool in my "off" month is pretty good, and I actually did a few things like a) attempted to swim more strokes, including butterfly and even attending my first ever swim practice. (7 people in my lane!)
Cycling - F. Ha. I mean, I can't justify any better grade for that considering I put up a goose egg. Would you get a grade if you didn't go to class and didn't turn in any assignments? Well, depending on your major. I suppose my friend Greg still did at least earn a 0.42 GPA that first semester of college...
Running - A+. 216 miles for the month, a 7 day stretch of 68 miles, workouts, feeling good. That's a very positive end to the year for me. I don't think I've had to do any runs completely by myself, we've had an awesome group lately, so I'm very thankful for that. The friendly weather for December certainly helped, as I haven't been cold yet. Even my chilblains haven't showed up in full effect, so that's been good.
My long run yesterday KO'd me. 17 miles in Mt. Washington area with Dustin, Nate, Conrad, and Seth. After getting back to Gilman, I hopped on the track for two miles at 6:50, 6:45, and that effort felt much easier than most of the rest of the run. I'm hopeful it's enough to get me to the line in Charleston in good shape. Not ideal, but then again, neither was this abbreviated training cycle. I didn't go out on NYE, didn't have anything to drink, so I could be ready for Sunday's run, and afterwards I felt like I had been out until 6 in the morning. I kept my New Year's Day tradition of Chinese food following the run, with Alyssa, and basically sat on the couch all day and watched episodes of ABC's Once Upon a Time.
I'm going to do something a little different for my end of the year wrap-up this year, but I'll get to that this week. For now, I'll do my final overall grades for the year:
Swimming - B+. You can study and study and study, but if you don't do well on tests, what would your teachers have to grade you on? This year I took a slightly different approach to swimming, and it offered mixed results. In my shorter distance races, I did not feel like I performed very well, but in 3 of my 4 longer races (half IM and up) I felt like I did pretty well. I had a poor swim at Columbia, and while I thought I did well at Eagleman, I still lost a lot of time. Part of this was, due to the very warm spring and summer, water temps prohibited wetsuits, and I didn't pick up a speedsuit until August. NJ Tri was probably my worst swim of the year, but then I had a great day at IM Louisville, Waterman's Half, and a good result at IM Arizona. I swam 443,500m (275 miles) this year, which was way down from 2010 (I think something like 550k), but in the end, had better IM swims. I'll be changing it up again for 2012 to try and improve on my weak areas.
Cycling - B. Good rides at Columbia and Eagleman were overshadowed by a summer of incredible bad luck. Flats were the trend for me this year, and the most frustrating episode came when I rode the Luray course with my rear wheel completely jammed up against the chainstay. I felt like I made progress to get back to where I had been, especially at the races that I could compare previous performances, but then I had lackluster days at some, including the big two (IMLou, IMAZ). I rode 5569 miles this year, and at least I enjoyed most of my rides. Need to figure out what I'm doing for 2012, which will feature fewer triathlons, so it may feature less riding overall.
Running - A. Hard to not at least pat myself on the back a little bit for some of my performances. Two 17:46 5k track races within a month of each other, on either end of an Ironman, and a half marathon PR of 1:18:38 just three weeks after the IM were pretty good results for me. I would say my best triathlon run of the year was at Waterman's, when I was comfortably able to go 1:33:03 on a challenging course, or the 5k at Randolph Lake Sprint. Every other race was a worthless piece of garbage on the run for me. I did also manage a 1:00:12 at Club Challenge, which was, looking back, a great race for me, and the 1:21:49 half in January was a big result, especially considering when it was. I ran 1968 miles, as I mentioned, which was a lot for me. Average of 37/week, next year's goal is going to be around 40/week for the year, which I suspect may be a little higher as I focus on running for more of the year.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
I'll Be
Someone googled:
"I'll be your nasty black mother" and got to my blog.
I just thought it was funny, and wanted to share.
"I'll be your nasty black mother" and got to my blog.
I just thought it was funny, and wanted to share.
Monday, December 19, 2011
30 for 30
Saturday I ran my last race of the year - #30. I never intended to run that number, but it's funny how that fell on my the year of my 30th birthday. I certainly won't be going for 31 next year.
This weekend was the Celtic Solstice 5 Miler, a favorite of mine, and just about everyone else in the Baltimore/MD/DC/VA/PA areas, as 3500 people were registered for this hilly, cold, December 5 miler. In the 7 years I've lived here, I have run this race every year except for 2009, when I wasn't running. I've had good races, I've had okay races, but I've never had a bad race here, and I wasn't planning on a bad day on Saturday. The course had changed, and was now slightly harder, so I figured if I could just run around 30 minutes, I'd be very happy with that.
In the past two weeks, I've tried to bring up my running mileage and see if I can get more comfortable running again. I had a really good run on Thursday night with Ed, when it was 60 degrees and we didn't have to wear shirts. But by Friday, the mercury dipped, and by Saturday morning, it was pretty cold. I ran 10 miles with Brennan, Zero and Chrissie on Friday night, and was a little worse for the wear on Saturday morning. My morning duties included riding around on a school bus that was shuttling runners back and forth to the start line. I finished that up at 8:20, dropped off my stuff and tried to run for a minute or two to warm up. Once again, I donned one of the best running outfits of the day - Under Armour camo spandex, my red and black striped gloves, and my bright orange Adidas Bostons.
Despite the race being so huge, it's not at all a fight for the start line. And, considering literally everyone in the top 50 or so runs with us or are other locals, it's a pretty friendly start. Got going up the hill, and when I hit the first mile in 5:40 I knew the mark was clearly off. I heard a GPS watch beep about 20 seconds later, which seemed more correct. Mile 2 was 6:14, which probably made up for the short first mile, and then mile 3 was 6:03. Seemed pretty good. I was running mostly by myself, with the exception of a dude, also named Ryan, wearing pirate pants and Vibrams, who was just ahead, and responded to all my friends on course cheering for me.
As we hit the lake, I just tried to keep the legs turning over. Mile 4 was a slow 6:17, so I wasn't sure if I was actually running that slow, or if it was long again. Either way, with 600m to go, we turned downhill to the finish, and my knee was just not letting me open up. I saw my watch tick just over 30, and I crossed at 30:07. Not a bad day, a little faster than last year, on a little bit harder of a course, so I'm pleased with it.
Sunday morning it was time for a long run, and I met up with some of the guys at Gilman to head out on a 13 mile run. It was a difficult route conceived by Nate and Ed, a lot of climbing, a lot of downhills. We held 7s for the run, probably starting a little slower and picking it up to the 6:50 realm by the end. I then hopped on the track for a mile to see what we were running: 1:40 (6:40/mi-ish). I felt that was about right for how we had finished the run. Then I picked it up a little, going 1:37, 1:33, 1:29 for a 6:20 last mile. I felt good about the day, but my knee is in bad shape.
I'm not sure why, the 53 mile week, while one of the biggest I've had in a while, is not the biggest week I've had - and I wasn't really doing much else to wear on the knee. I think it's just the cold. Knee is very stiff, very tight. I hope it can loosen up or I'm going to be in trouble this winter!
This weekend was the Celtic Solstice 5 Miler, a favorite of mine, and just about everyone else in the Baltimore/MD/DC/VA/PA areas, as 3500 people were registered for this hilly, cold, December 5 miler. In the 7 years I've lived here, I have run this race every year except for 2009, when I wasn't running. I've had good races, I've had okay races, but I've never had a bad race here, and I wasn't planning on a bad day on Saturday. The course had changed, and was now slightly harder, so I figured if I could just run around 30 minutes, I'd be very happy with that.
In the past two weeks, I've tried to bring up my running mileage and see if I can get more comfortable running again. I had a really good run on Thursday night with Ed, when it was 60 degrees and we didn't have to wear shirts. But by Friday, the mercury dipped, and by Saturday morning, it was pretty cold. I ran 10 miles with Brennan, Zero and Chrissie on Friday night, and was a little worse for the wear on Saturday morning. My morning duties included riding around on a school bus that was shuttling runners back and forth to the start line. I finished that up at 8:20, dropped off my stuff and tried to run for a minute or two to warm up. Once again, I donned one of the best running outfits of the day - Under Armour camo spandex, my red and black striped gloves, and my bright orange Adidas Bostons.
Despite the race being so huge, it's not at all a fight for the start line. And, considering literally everyone in the top 50 or so runs with us or are other locals, it's a pretty friendly start. Got going up the hill, and when I hit the first mile in 5:40 I knew the mark was clearly off. I heard a GPS watch beep about 20 seconds later, which seemed more correct. Mile 2 was 6:14, which probably made up for the short first mile, and then mile 3 was 6:03. Seemed pretty good. I was running mostly by myself, with the exception of a dude, also named Ryan, wearing pirate pants and Vibrams, who was just ahead, and responded to all my friends on course cheering for me.
As we hit the lake, I just tried to keep the legs turning over. Mile 4 was a slow 6:17, so I wasn't sure if I was actually running that slow, or if it was long again. Either way, with 600m to go, we turned downhill to the finish, and my knee was just not letting me open up. I saw my watch tick just over 30, and I crossed at 30:07. Not a bad day, a little faster than last year, on a little bit harder of a course, so I'm pleased with it.
Sunday morning it was time for a long run, and I met up with some of the guys at Gilman to head out on a 13 mile run. It was a difficult route conceived by Nate and Ed, a lot of climbing, a lot of downhills. We held 7s for the run, probably starting a little slower and picking it up to the 6:50 realm by the end. I then hopped on the track for a mile to see what we were running: 1:40 (6:40/mi-ish). I felt that was about right for how we had finished the run. Then I picked it up a little, going 1:37, 1:33, 1:29 for a 6:20 last mile. I felt good about the day, but my knee is in bad shape.
I'm not sure why, the 53 mile week, while one of the biggest I've had in a while, is not the biggest week I've had - and I wasn't really doing much else to wear on the knee. I think it's just the cold. Knee is very stiff, very tight. I hope it can loosen up or I'm going to be in trouble this winter!
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Race Report: A Race I Didn't Do
I didn't race this weekend, but the amount of effort I put in made it feel like I did!
Friday afternoon I met Alyssa and Carly for a 4pm rollout of Baltimore, headed for Nowheresville, VA. I was originally led to believe that this trip was 3.5 hours, and I figured we'd hit some traffic. A little bit on 70 and then some near Frederick, but for the most part, it was a smooth trip to Winchester. Where I then found out we were still 2.5 hours away. Oh my God. Part of my concern is that I'm too big for Alyssa's car, and my knee starts to swell as I drive. But I can do it, I'm a big boy. We stopped for a meal at Wendy's somewhere in VA. I go to order a #6 - Spicy Chicken Sandwich, my go-to. I ask for no mayo, as always, and the kid is confused for a second but then goes "do you mean you want a Spicy Chicken Sandwich?" Yeah, that's exactly right. "Well that's a #7 now." WHAT?! Apparently their new burger, the W, is a #6. How are you just going to change on me like that. And to top it off, they put mayo on it. Dammit Wendy's.
Our car trip was peppered with some high quality banter, including the prerequisite "What If" scenarios, like what would you do if a chimpanzee ripped off your partner's face - would you stay with that person? You know, the usual. We also got some great games of 20 Questions going. I think the girls were a little annoyed at mine, which more often than not including dead historical figures. Whatever, it took them all 20 questions to guess Miley Cyrus on the first one, so I figured they couldn't do any worse.
Finally we arrived at Camp Bethel. It looked like a great place for a cult to gather. Alyssa registered while Carly tried to guess who would be fast based on appearance. This is actually quite more challenging at ultras than it is at road races. The start time is a cruel 12:01am, and the start is about 15-20 minute drive from the camp, so we caravaned out to the start and prepared for the LONGEST DAY EVER.
It was a pretty neat sight to see all 130 or so people turn on their headlamps and start running through the woods, and as that would be the last we'd see of them for 5 hours, Carly and I headed to the first aid station we could go to, #4, about 21 miles in for the runners. We got there by 1 and tried to catch some sleep. Neither of us were prepared for just how cold it would get sleeping in the car, and my light resting was interrupted around 2am when we were asked to rearrange the cars on the road. We "slept" until 5 (I figured I probably slept for about 2, 2.5 hours) and the alarm went off. I had heard runners going by for a little while, and we expected Alyssa around 5:30. As we were preparing her stuff, a runner was approaching the car and Carly goes "that doesn't look like Alyssa," but then the runner stopped at the car and looked in. It WAS Alyssa, at 5:10am. Shit, we are NOT ready. We send her ahead to the aid station so she can eat while Carly tries to swap the batteries in her headlamp. I can't see anything, it's so dark while it's not a difficult trail, I keep tripping on rocks. We get to the aid station (maybe quarter mile from the car) and then send her on her way. This is 5 hours into the race.
During this time I wondered how long 5 hours is when you're running in the dark woods of Virginia by yourself. I also wondered how much longer I could have made it in that car, I was so cold.
We then drove to the next aid station. Driving, by the way, on those unlit mountain roads, was insane. Could not see anything. But the drive along the Blue Ridge Parkway was cool. We kept missing our turns because they would be literally "drive 9.6 miles and then make a right onto dirt road" - none of the things were labeled, and it looked like little driveways. Incredible. Got out of the car and heard what sounded like a roaring river, but couldn't see it. We could only see the lights of headlamps bobbing along a ridge high above us, and watch as they zig-zagged down the switchbacks of a long descent.
At the next aid station, we could finally start to see the sun. It was calm in the woods, and a beautiful morning. Alyssa pulled into the aid station and looked good, and was ready to do a quick change into some different clothes. Onto the next station.
This one was gross. I don't know what was going on, but it was clearly a body dump for hunters. This little kid goes "daddy a deer head" and I run over with my camera to grab some shots. It was disgusting, just a decapitated deer head. And a couple of rotting, picked apart carcasses. Some in plastic bags, presumably what the hunters used to drag their kill out of the woods. Then came the BEAR. It was a bear head, partially skinned, it looked so peaceful, but so sad. Its spinal column was still attached, with the white, fatty meat of its interior. Really gross, really sad, really disrespectful.
It was now just after 10am, and they were at 42ish miles. Carly was set to jump in with Alyssa, after pounding 2 Red Bulls and eating some food. Alyssa was doing pretty well, and I'm sure it was nice to have company for the remainder of the race. For me, it meant I was now the solo one, and had to find my way to the other aid stations by myself. It also allowed me to roll the windows down and enjoy the brisk air (the girls do not like the windows down). It was a beautiful drive along the BRP again, and I found the next aid station - #8 at mile 49 - and hung out there for a while. It was starting to get windy, and the temp felt like it was dropping, and it was only 11:30.
Alyssa and Carly came powering up the path, looking better than any of the racers in before them (that I saw). Most significantly, Alyssa was making up time on the woman ahead of her, a known rival. Another important note in ultras is that the stated distance is never the actual distance. If they say 7 miles to the next aid station, it's probably 8. If they say it's 100k (62.4 miles) it's actually 66.6 (hence Hellgate 100k).
The girls trotted off to enjoy some downhill running, while I packed up and had to start hauling to get to the next station. The distance for the runners may have been 7 miles, but for drivers it was much farther. I still knew I had at least 80 minutes to get there before them, so I wasn't in a supreme hurry. During this entire time I was consuming very little. I had a pop-tart and a couple small slices of pizza, and a Gatorade. I resisted the urge to drink Coke so that I wasn't going to waste the effects of caffeine early in the day. This would be critical on the drive home.
Aid station #9: the last one. Nestled in the woods, 7 miles to go for the racers. 3.5 up, 3.5 down to the finish. The 4th place lady was 5 minutes ahead of Alyssa as she exited transition, but she was walking up the hill. Alyssa and Carly came flying in like BAMFs. I gave them the time gap and they did serious work. I had a 40 minute drive to the finish and I figured it would take them 60-75 minutes to get to the end, so I just rolled. At the finish, I wasn't sure what to expect. I was counting on them getting in around 14:45, so imagine my surprise when I see the two of them coming in at 14:32 with NO ONE around them. It was like that scene in Troop Beverly Hills, I just didn't expect them. AND they were ahead of the 4th place lady, which meant Alyssa was 4th. They had covered their last 3 miles (albeit downhill) in 8:15, 8:05 and under 8. In a 100k trail race, that is insane.
It was a great race, and maybe a mildly unexpected result, for Alyssa, who has now shut her last two races down in the closing miles. Forget that lady that's married to Kevin Bacon, Alyssa should be The Closer. Mariano Rivera could learn some lessons from her. It has been a long, but prosperous season for her and hopefully now she'll chill out for a bit. Mostly because I will not be going to anymore ultras in the winter. Ha.
Then it was time to drive home, and we didn't get on the road until about 3:30, which meant 90 minutes of daylight. Carly passed out right away and Alyssa couldn't be expected to drive, so it was on me. And I was...sleepy. I had to resort to a Red Bull - something I've only had when it accompanies a clear adult beverage, and it makes my heart race. In just a few sips, I was ready to drive again. We stopped at James Madison for dinner, where I continued my great eating (chicken and waffles!) and then back on the road. It was a "quick" drive but still took us a long time to get home. We stopped for snacks at a Sonic in Winchester and made it home around 9:30pm.
Then Sunday was our annual Awards Night, which is a fun end of year party we have at the running store to celebrate the great year. This year was probably the best as we enjoyed some great food: alligator bits, turducken, pizza, desserts - it was awesome. Reminds me why our group is the best one around, because we do awesome stuff.
For my own personal week, it was a pretty quiet one. I only made it into the pool twice, and didn't ride. I did manage to run 44 miles on 5 runs, which was good. I did not feel good through Friday's run, but by Sunday I felt a little better, and even hit the trails myself for the first time in a while.
Friday afternoon I met Alyssa and Carly for a 4pm rollout of Baltimore, headed for Nowheresville, VA. I was originally led to believe that this trip was 3.5 hours, and I figured we'd hit some traffic. A little bit on 70 and then some near Frederick, but for the most part, it was a smooth trip to Winchester. Where I then found out we were still 2.5 hours away. Oh my God. Part of my concern is that I'm too big for Alyssa's car, and my knee starts to swell as I drive. But I can do it, I'm a big boy. We stopped for a meal at Wendy's somewhere in VA. I go to order a #6 - Spicy Chicken Sandwich, my go-to. I ask for no mayo, as always, and the kid is confused for a second but then goes "do you mean you want a Spicy Chicken Sandwich?" Yeah, that's exactly right. "Well that's a #7 now." WHAT?! Apparently their new burger, the W, is a #6. How are you just going to change on me like that. And to top it off, they put mayo on it. Dammit Wendy's.
Our car trip was peppered with some high quality banter, including the prerequisite "What If" scenarios, like what would you do if a chimpanzee ripped off your partner's face - would you stay with that person? You know, the usual. We also got some great games of 20 Questions going. I think the girls were a little annoyed at mine, which more often than not including dead historical figures. Whatever, it took them all 20 questions to guess Miley Cyrus on the first one, so I figured they couldn't do any worse.
Finally we arrived at Camp Bethel. It looked like a great place for a cult to gather. Alyssa registered while Carly tried to guess who would be fast based on appearance. This is actually quite more challenging at ultras than it is at road races. The start time is a cruel 12:01am, and the start is about 15-20 minute drive from the camp, so we caravaned out to the start and prepared for the LONGEST DAY EVER.
It was a pretty neat sight to see all 130 or so people turn on their headlamps and start running through the woods, and as that would be the last we'd see of them for 5 hours, Carly and I headed to the first aid station we could go to, #4, about 21 miles in for the runners. We got there by 1 and tried to catch some sleep. Neither of us were prepared for just how cold it would get sleeping in the car, and my light resting was interrupted around 2am when we were asked to rearrange the cars on the road. We "slept" until 5 (I figured I probably slept for about 2, 2.5 hours) and the alarm went off. I had heard runners going by for a little while, and we expected Alyssa around 5:30. As we were preparing her stuff, a runner was approaching the car and Carly goes "that doesn't look like Alyssa," but then the runner stopped at the car and looked in. It WAS Alyssa, at 5:10am. Shit, we are NOT ready. We send her ahead to the aid station so she can eat while Carly tries to swap the batteries in her headlamp. I can't see anything, it's so dark while it's not a difficult trail, I keep tripping on rocks. We get to the aid station (maybe quarter mile from the car) and then send her on her way. This is 5 hours into the race.
During this time I wondered how long 5 hours is when you're running in the dark woods of Virginia by yourself. I also wondered how much longer I could have made it in that car, I was so cold.
We then drove to the next aid station. Driving, by the way, on those unlit mountain roads, was insane. Could not see anything. But the drive along the Blue Ridge Parkway was cool. We kept missing our turns because they would be literally "drive 9.6 miles and then make a right onto dirt road" - none of the things were labeled, and it looked like little driveways. Incredible. Got out of the car and heard what sounded like a roaring river, but couldn't see it. We could only see the lights of headlamps bobbing along a ridge high above us, and watch as they zig-zagged down the switchbacks of a long descent.
At the next aid station, we could finally start to see the sun. It was calm in the woods, and a beautiful morning. Alyssa pulled into the aid station and looked good, and was ready to do a quick change into some different clothes. Onto the next station.
This one was gross. I don't know what was going on, but it was clearly a body dump for hunters. This little kid goes "daddy a deer head" and I run over with my camera to grab some shots. It was disgusting, just a decapitated deer head. And a couple of rotting, picked apart carcasses. Some in plastic bags, presumably what the hunters used to drag their kill out of the woods. Then came the BEAR. It was a bear head, partially skinned, it looked so peaceful, but so sad. Its spinal column was still attached, with the white, fatty meat of its interior. Really gross, really sad, really disrespectful.
It was now just after 10am, and they were at 42ish miles. Carly was set to jump in with Alyssa, after pounding 2 Red Bulls and eating some food. Alyssa was doing pretty well, and I'm sure it was nice to have company for the remainder of the race. For me, it meant I was now the solo one, and had to find my way to the other aid stations by myself. It also allowed me to roll the windows down and enjoy the brisk air (the girls do not like the windows down). It was a beautiful drive along the BRP again, and I found the next aid station - #8 at mile 49 - and hung out there for a while. It was starting to get windy, and the temp felt like it was dropping, and it was only 11:30.
Alyssa and Carly came powering up the path, looking better than any of the racers in before them (that I saw). Most significantly, Alyssa was making up time on the woman ahead of her, a known rival. Another important note in ultras is that the stated distance is never the actual distance. If they say 7 miles to the next aid station, it's probably 8. If they say it's 100k (62.4 miles) it's actually 66.6 (hence Hellgate 100k).
The girls trotted off to enjoy some downhill running, while I packed up and had to start hauling to get to the next station. The distance for the runners may have been 7 miles, but for drivers it was much farther. I still knew I had at least 80 minutes to get there before them, so I wasn't in a supreme hurry. During this entire time I was consuming very little. I had a pop-tart and a couple small slices of pizza, and a Gatorade. I resisted the urge to drink Coke so that I wasn't going to waste the effects of caffeine early in the day. This would be critical on the drive home.
Aid station #9: the last one. Nestled in the woods, 7 miles to go for the racers. 3.5 up, 3.5 down to the finish. The 4th place lady was 5 minutes ahead of Alyssa as she exited transition, but she was walking up the hill. Alyssa and Carly came flying in like BAMFs. I gave them the time gap and they did serious work. I had a 40 minute drive to the finish and I figured it would take them 60-75 minutes to get to the end, so I just rolled. At the finish, I wasn't sure what to expect. I was counting on them getting in around 14:45, so imagine my surprise when I see the two of them coming in at 14:32 with NO ONE around them. It was like that scene in Troop Beverly Hills, I just didn't expect them. AND they were ahead of the 4th place lady, which meant Alyssa was 4th. They had covered their last 3 miles (albeit downhill) in 8:15, 8:05 and under 8. In a 100k trail race, that is insane.
It was a great race, and maybe a mildly unexpected result, for Alyssa, who has now shut her last two races down in the closing miles. Forget that lady that's married to Kevin Bacon, Alyssa should be The Closer. Mariano Rivera could learn some lessons from her. It has been a long, but prosperous season for her and hopefully now she'll chill out for a bit. Mostly because I will not be going to anymore ultras in the winter. Ha.
Then it was time to drive home, and we didn't get on the road until about 3:30, which meant 90 minutes of daylight. Carly passed out right away and Alyssa couldn't be expected to drive, so it was on me. And I was...sleepy. I had to resort to a Red Bull - something I've only had when it accompanies a clear adult beverage, and it makes my heart race. In just a few sips, I was ready to drive again. We stopped at James Madison for dinner, where I continued my great eating (chicken and waffles!) and then back on the road. It was a "quick" drive but still took us a long time to get home. We stopped for snacks at a Sonic in Winchester and made it home around 9:30pm.
Then Sunday was our annual Awards Night, which is a fun end of year party we have at the running store to celebrate the great year. This year was probably the best as we enjoyed some great food: alligator bits, turducken, pizza, desserts - it was awesome. Reminds me why our group is the best one around, because we do awesome stuff.
For my own personal week, it was a pretty quiet one. I only made it into the pool twice, and didn't ride. I did manage to run 44 miles on 5 runs, which was good. I did not feel good through Friday's run, but by Sunday I felt a little better, and even hit the trails myself for the first time in a while.
Monday, December 05, 2011
Finally Coming Down...Off the Ledge
Just a little play on words if you read one of Alyssa's recent blog posts.
It's now December, and Arizona feels like a lifetime ago. But don't worry, my feelings haven't changed. I've just been able to process it, and have a little laugh. My dad said to me over Thanksgiving, that I didn't fail, because finishing isn't failing, I just didn't meet my goal.
And of course I had to remind him: that IS failing. I had a goal, I failed. But that's neither here nor there, because I then told him that I know when to fold 'em, and that time is now. So while I'm sure there will be a disappointed 6 readers who won't get to see depressing race reports any more, it will take the frustration out of sucking.
The highlights of my last two weeks have been a combined 11 hours of training, including a little attempt at the Born to Run 5 Miler over Thanksgiving. Held the day after Thanksgiving, this annual race in Freehold (where Bruce Springsteen was born) has certainly changed over the years. I used to go to it, know some of the people, see some friends. Now they seem to have all disappeared. It was a little sad this year as I showed up, signed up, did the race, and then just...left.
The race is not super competitive, last year I was 9th or 10th with a time just over 30 minutes. That was also just a few days after IMAZ, so I figured this year I should be able to do at least that, maybe go faster. My legs actually felt much better this year, and I went into it feeling like I could run 5:50s. I was content with not going out hard, so I stuck behind some little kids and a couple of girls at the start. After 600m, 4 guys went off, and so I decided I'd rather keep them in sight than sit back. It felt supremely easy, and I was sure I was running 6:15 pace. First mile coming up...5:42. Ooof. Not good.
Who ever knows if miles are totally accurate, but that was way too quick. The next mile is mostly downhill, and I ran 6:01. I felt like if I could keep the miles between 6 and 6:10, that would be good. I was getting passed by a few people, including the first girl, but I didn't really care. The middle miles are in this little park, some trail, some gravel, but generally not fast terrain, and a few turns, BUT the 6:35 I ran for mile 3 was a shock. So then I realized I had virtually no shot and running "well" and just kept the effort there. Back uphill, 6:45. Ha! Finished with a 6:30 and came across the line in whatever, like 13th or 14th I guess at 31:35.
After the race, there was a small Spanish guy who I recognized from races up there, and he tells me (in his accent that I can do if I'm telling the story live) that I probably would have finished top three had I not gone out so hard, yada yada. I said I wasn't too concerned, that I did an Ironman the other day, and he and this other guy just went "ohhh..."
I took Mon and Tues off after AZ, and then swam a little on Wednesday. Thanksgiving I took off, and Friday ran about 6 miles and then rode 22 miles with Jason Gers at the beach. Good ride. I then used the good weather (temps in the low to mid 60s!) and motivation to get on my bike on Saturday for about 18 miles - the same route I rode the day I got hit 2 years ago. Made sure to go slowly by that spot. I came back to Baltimore on Saturday and got in the pool Sunday.
Ran pretty easy all last week, running 7 on Monday, 8 on Wednesday, 7 on Friday and another 8 on Sunday for 30 miles. I didn't ride at all, but I got in the pool 4 times for 8700 meters. I actually feel pretty good in the water right now, but not great running.
With 11 months down, here is how I'm grading myself for November:
Swimming - B+. 1:01:27 at Arizona is the best I've swam there in the three years, and basically confirms that, unless I stop swimming altogether, would not swim worse than a 1:05. As I've always said, 1:05 was the time I used to think that I would be stoked to swim. But, I still feel like I should have been under an hour. No big deal. For the month, ended up with 37,500 meters, a pretty standard month.
Cycling - C. I only have my performance at the race to judge this on, and that was...subpar. 437 miles for the month, which is about what I did last November. At this point I'm going to really have to take a look at what's going on for me on the bike, because it's at travesty that my swim keeps outsplitting my bike and run at this distance.
Running - B. I was running pretty well in November, and obviously the only real race I had was AZ, but I still don't even think it was my running legs fault, something else was going on. I feel like if you're running 30 miles a week after an IM, you're doing okay. 130 miles for the month.
One cool byproduct of the running mileage is that I eclipsed my 2007 mileage (1751) with my run on Wednesday, the last day of November. I now sit at 1767 with 26 days to go. My highest mileage (keeping in mind that I didn't keep track of things during college so I'm sure those were all much, much higher) came from 2008, when I ran 1874. I won't crack 2000 this year, but I'll probably get to 1950 or so.
As I began this post with a little jab at my own self-worth, things have been going well for Alyssa, as she was selected to the Rev3 Tri team for 2012. Pretty cool, as Rev3 really does put on great races from what we've heard, so I'm sure I'll get to see some of them.
In other news, Under Armour just partnered up with Tough Mudder for 2012. I think Tough Mudder is a joke, and it makes me cringe to think of the money that they print for their dumb races. Haters gotta hate, I suppose, I'm sure if I was the one making that money for not doing shit I'd be happy too, but still. Maybe UA should focus on sponsoring REAL running events (Baltimore Marathon excluded) and making real running apparel and shoes...just my two cents. After that Hot Chocolate race debacle in DC this weekend, and Annapolis Half Marathon a few weeks ago, I've got to suspect that these RDs have dollar signs in their eyes as they think they can just start a race and have 10,000 or more people. These races are just TOO big. You're not the NYC Marathon!
It's now December, and Arizona feels like a lifetime ago. But don't worry, my feelings haven't changed. I've just been able to process it, and have a little laugh. My dad said to me over Thanksgiving, that I didn't fail, because finishing isn't failing, I just didn't meet my goal.
And of course I had to remind him: that IS failing. I had a goal, I failed. But that's neither here nor there, because I then told him that I know when to fold 'em, and that time is now. So while I'm sure there will be a disappointed 6 readers who won't get to see depressing race reports any more, it will take the frustration out of sucking.
The highlights of my last two weeks have been a combined 11 hours of training, including a little attempt at the Born to Run 5 Miler over Thanksgiving. Held the day after Thanksgiving, this annual race in Freehold (where Bruce Springsteen was born) has certainly changed over the years. I used to go to it, know some of the people, see some friends. Now they seem to have all disappeared. It was a little sad this year as I showed up, signed up, did the race, and then just...left.
The race is not super competitive, last year I was 9th or 10th with a time just over 30 minutes. That was also just a few days after IMAZ, so I figured this year I should be able to do at least that, maybe go faster. My legs actually felt much better this year, and I went into it feeling like I could run 5:50s. I was content with not going out hard, so I stuck behind some little kids and a couple of girls at the start. After 600m, 4 guys went off, and so I decided I'd rather keep them in sight than sit back. It felt supremely easy, and I was sure I was running 6:15 pace. First mile coming up...5:42. Ooof. Not good.
Who ever knows if miles are totally accurate, but that was way too quick. The next mile is mostly downhill, and I ran 6:01. I felt like if I could keep the miles between 6 and 6:10, that would be good. I was getting passed by a few people, including the first girl, but I didn't really care. The middle miles are in this little park, some trail, some gravel, but generally not fast terrain, and a few turns, BUT the 6:35 I ran for mile 3 was a shock. So then I realized I had virtually no shot and running "well" and just kept the effort there. Back uphill, 6:45. Ha! Finished with a 6:30 and came across the line in whatever, like 13th or 14th I guess at 31:35.
After the race, there was a small Spanish guy who I recognized from races up there, and he tells me (in his accent that I can do if I'm telling the story live) that I probably would have finished top three had I not gone out so hard, yada yada. I said I wasn't too concerned, that I did an Ironman the other day, and he and this other guy just went "ohhh..."
I took Mon and Tues off after AZ, and then swam a little on Wednesday. Thanksgiving I took off, and Friday ran about 6 miles and then rode 22 miles with Jason Gers at the beach. Good ride. I then used the good weather (temps in the low to mid 60s!) and motivation to get on my bike on Saturday for about 18 miles - the same route I rode the day I got hit 2 years ago. Made sure to go slowly by that spot. I came back to Baltimore on Saturday and got in the pool Sunday.
Ran pretty easy all last week, running 7 on Monday, 8 on Wednesday, 7 on Friday and another 8 on Sunday for 30 miles. I didn't ride at all, but I got in the pool 4 times for 8700 meters. I actually feel pretty good in the water right now, but not great running.
With 11 months down, here is how I'm grading myself for November:
Swimming - B+. 1:01:27 at Arizona is the best I've swam there in the three years, and basically confirms that, unless I stop swimming altogether, would not swim worse than a 1:05. As I've always said, 1:05 was the time I used to think that I would be stoked to swim. But, I still feel like I should have been under an hour. No big deal. For the month, ended up with 37,500 meters, a pretty standard month.
Cycling - C. I only have my performance at the race to judge this on, and that was...subpar. 437 miles for the month, which is about what I did last November. At this point I'm going to really have to take a look at what's going on for me on the bike, because it's at travesty that my swim keeps outsplitting my bike and run at this distance.
Running - B. I was running pretty well in November, and obviously the only real race I had was AZ, but I still don't even think it was my running legs fault, something else was going on. I feel like if you're running 30 miles a week after an IM, you're doing okay. 130 miles for the month.
One cool byproduct of the running mileage is that I eclipsed my 2007 mileage (1751) with my run on Wednesday, the last day of November. I now sit at 1767 with 26 days to go. My highest mileage (keeping in mind that I didn't keep track of things during college so I'm sure those were all much, much higher) came from 2008, when I ran 1874. I won't crack 2000 this year, but I'll probably get to 1950 or so.
As I began this post with a little jab at my own self-worth, things have been going well for Alyssa, as she was selected to the Rev3 Tri team for 2012. Pretty cool, as Rev3 really does put on great races from what we've heard, so I'm sure I'll get to see some of them.
In other news, Under Armour just partnered up with Tough Mudder for 2012. I think Tough Mudder is a joke, and it makes me cringe to think of the money that they print for their dumb races. Haters gotta hate, I suppose, I'm sure if I was the one making that money for not doing shit I'd be happy too, but still. Maybe UA should focus on sponsoring REAL running events (Baltimore Marathon excluded) and making real running apparel and shoes...just my two cents. After that Hot Chocolate race debacle in DC this weekend, and Annapolis Half Marathon a few weeks ago, I've got to suspect that these RDs have dollar signs in their eyes as they think they can just start a race and have 10,000 or more people. These races are just TOO big. You're not the NYC Marathon!
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
That Was Such an Epic Fail
Upset. Embarrassed. Annoyed. Frustrated.
These are just a couple of words I would use to describe how I felt before, during, and after the race this weekend. So if you are expecting words of encouragement or hope, or an "I'll be back to get 'em again" - you can probably stop reading.
But, since I do try to keep some balance, I will say that at least one of us had a great day. GREAT day. Alyssa swam 1:05 and some change, just a few ticks slower than what she swam at Louisville, and then rode a 5:45 - which included ten minutes on the side of the road when she flatted on lap 2! She was 6th in her 25-29 age group out of the water, and still in 6th off the bike. She then did what can only be summed up as some SERIOUS work on the run. FASTEST run split in her age group, 3:47. While I (and she would concur) would say her open marathon PR is "soft" at 3:31, to run that close to your open time off the bike like that is insane. It helped her finish at 10:45:51, which was a 50 minute PR over her Wisco 2010 time.
MORE significantly, she finished 2nd in the age group, which means she qualified for KONA. And, even cooler than that - she ran third place down HARD in the last mile to do it. If that's not a champion, I don't know what is. She was still many minutes down with 10k to go, but just kept hunting, and was 20 seconds down inside the last mile. Boom. Awesome. So that meant yesterday morning we got to walk down so she could pay $775 to get to go to Hawaii next year. She also got some really cool news this morning while we were in the shuttle back to the airport, but she'll tell you that in a couple of days...
I will also take the opportunity to thank a few people for their efforts:
My parents made the trip out. My dad came out last year, and had so much fun that he just had to come back. He managed to drag my mom out, as she's never seen an IM. As I've always said, if you've ever met my dad, you know that there is not a human being in the world as enthusiastic and energetic to cheer - not just for me, but for everyone on the course, people he doesn't know. They even came back for the midnight finish, and when a few people were straggling in after midnight, and therefore not "official" finishers, he was the one encouraging people in the stands to cheer them in.
Mike Zero came out, even though he wasn't racing. Now, in fairness, I would probably go out to Tempe for this race every year myself. Particularly when ASU is playing Arizona and you have tickets. But, like the friend he is, he made himself available for assistance all weekend, and was hugely supportive on the course - running around from place to place faster than I was (which wasn't hard).
Clairebear came down from Flagstaff to watch, which was nice of her. She did it last year, and obviously Mike did it two years ago, so we have a nice little history of IMAZ in our little family. Claire is a tough little cookie, and I really appreciated her coming down for basically the day just to watch and cheer.
My cousin Matt came out again. Matt came out last year after my dad mentioned we were going to be out there (he lives there) and even though I hadn't seen him in, like twenty years, he was such a great fan. It was great to see him again, and he was on top of shit after the race, picking up my gear bags and bike and bringing them back to the hotel. Thanks Matt!
My buddy Eric Marenburg (a proud and loyal Terp) drove out on Saturday from San Diego with his buddy Tom (who I've run with before while out in SD). Their friend John was competing as well, and they took the 6 hour journey on Saturday just to watch, and then split after the race on Sunday. Tom got some great pics, which I'll put up at some point. They were great out on course though, and were tremendously helpful when I was not feeling it.
And of course all the people back here that were following, and sent supportive messages before/after the race. That doesn't mean that all of them were smart, like asking if I was "happy with the result" (ha, sorry OJ), but I guess we all struggle to find the right thing to say to someone when they've had a shitty day.
The Race
Quick 2010 recap: I swam 1:02:21, rode 5:32, ran 3:57 = 10:40. Again, cool at the time, first one, trained for a few months after the two knee surgeries, neat. I have been riding well this year and felt like 5-5:10 was going to be a good target, and 3:20-3:30 a good target for the run. Cutting 40 minutes off my time would get me under 10, that would have been cool. 9:45 should have been a realistic target. Here's what actually happened:
Swim: 1:01:27. During the swim, I was pretty proud of myself. When we got to the start, the crowd to get into the water was insane, and I was worried that at the pace the group was moving, we wouldn't get in the water by the time the cannon went off. We ran through the bikes and came in from the side. I don't think most of the people realize that you have to swim about 100m to the actual start "line". The water, which had felt so cold the day before, was not as bad. It really must have to do with the air temp, because that has been the case each year I've done this swim: freezing on Saturday, not bad on Sunday. Water temp was 61, by the way. I get in the water, pee in the wetsuit, get to the start, and within two minutes, the cannon goes off.
In the last two years I've had some trouble with spiking HR, fogged goggles, and it's cost me some time. This year I was much more calm, and my goggs were not a prob, although I did get pushed out to the right a bit and scraped my hand along the bottom of one of the boat ramps in the first quarter mile. The start was very aggressive, I was getting pretty annoyed. I swam a little out to the right so I avoided it, but I also didn't have any feet to draft off of, so I was doing the work on my own. I felt comfortable, and had a good rhythm going. But geez if it doesn't feel like the longest swim ever. Finally got to the turnaround and headed back in, and it seemed quite choppy. I guess it was some surface chop from the wind, but everytime I breathed to my right I was getting a mouthful of that disgusting water.
There were two or three instances where I would swim up on someone and then it was like they tried to match my pace, but were swimming RIGHT next to me and hitting me - for absolutely no reason. Like, move over man. I think it may have been the same guy in two of the instances, separated by about 15 or 20 minutes of the swim, which would be real weird. But wouldn't surprise me. I noticed fewer and fewer caps on the way in, and felt good about where I was coming out. Then I looked at my watch and my first thought was "really??" I'll take the improvement from last year, but all things considered, with no stops to clear goggles, it's probably a push. Still, it had me out of the water in 186th (as opposed to 226th last year maybe?) and 20th in the age group.
T1 - 3:45. This is an improvement from last year, but only by about 40 seconds. I guess over such a short time, that's pretty decent. I certainly don't think I could have ran any faster - I was blazing through to get my bag. Despite them yelling my number, the volunteer was just standing there in my row, so I found my bag myself. Cool, thanks. Ran over to the tent, where again nobody helped. So I got my jersey on, put on the helmet, glasses, and shoes, and was on my way.
Suggestion for IM: acquire bike racks that are taller. All of the dudes on my rack have large bikes. The racks are small. They wound up racking my bike handlebars first, and it was basically locked in between other bikes. Took a second or two to get it free, and then was out onto the bike.
Bike: 5:19:25. And this is where my day started going wrong. There weren't many people around, I passed a few people, started taking my calories. Which, for those counting at home, consisted of: 600 calorie bottle of CarboPro in the aerobars, and an 800 calorie concoction of EFS liquid shot Vanilla (600cal worth) + 2 scoops of EFS Orange (200cal) and water. That was 1400. I figured with a 5 hour ride I would have 2000 or so calories available to me, so I brought 3 Honey Stinger Waffles as comfort food (160cal each, so 1980 total). Note: these calories, except for the Waffles, are vile to me. I seriously think I'm struggling with the sugars. At the first water stop, a few miles in, I took a water bottle and threw it in the middle pocket of my jersey. Boom. Felt good about the setup.
As we headed up toward the mountains on the Beeline Hwy, we had a bit of a headwind. Seeing the pros flying down the road on their first return confirmed, so as soon as we hit the turnaround, PACHEWW (as Alyssa might say). Flying. With no computer, I have no idea how fast we were going, but it was fast. There were a couple of bigger guys around me at this point, and it was getting very frustrating. On the way out, they had sat behind me, in what I'm sure was a not-quite-legal distance. At some points they would try to pass, but they would slow down so much going up the hills, that I would pass them back. On the downhill, the one guy just flew by. Towards the end of the first lap I ate one of the Waffles, and decided it was not a great snack for the day. Just a little too dry for me. It also didn't help that my little sickness that I picked up was making swallowing a challenge.
First lap was 1:38. Think that averages out to be 22.8 or something miles per hour, and I thought about it putting me around 4:55 pace. Perfect. If the winds stayed that way, I could count on a headwind out and then a nice tailwind back, and I felt like I would slow down a little bit from that, so come in around 5. Excellent.
But then something happened. There was simply no more power in the engine room. I didn't feel bad, I just could no longer generate power. The headwind started to shift to a crosswind, and by the time we turned around on the second loop, it was a headwind. Not cool. That lap was predictably slower, around 1:44 or 1:45 or something. Alright, not too bad, if I can just keep that pace, I'll still finish up okay, it'll be just under 5:10. Not a great day, but fine.
Z and Claire were hanging out on Rio Salado, but out from the crowds, and I just shook my head as I went by. It was not my day. I turned around, completely unexcited to have another loop to do, and tried to brace for another 37ish miles. The winds were really picking up now, and it's the worst feeling when you are riding like shit and you are out of the saddle pedaling downhill and going nowhere. I was hydrated (I had peed 5 times on the bike, a serious amount of urine was in my left shoe) and wasn't cramping up like I had at Louisville, but I just couldn't ride any faster.
Dejected, I crawled into T2 after a 1:56 third loop. Sure, I had ridden 13 minutes faster than I did last year at AZ, but it was still 5 minutes slower than what I thought was my worst possible day at Louisville. Fuck. I am not looking forward to this marathon.
T2 - 3:36. Again, a little bit faster than last year, I went to the bathroom real quick and did a full costume change into running shorts and a singlet. Again, a botched bag handoff. They didn't hear my number right, so I had to get it myself.
Run: 4:23:doesitevenmatter. You know you're in for a long day when...your first mile is 7:26. Last year I ran 6:45s for the first three. That was too quick, I learned that, but on Sunday, that 7:26 was my fastest mile, and it was as fast as I could move my legs. I kept thinking I would start feeling better, and that this was a good thing, that I wasn't going out fast. I had left transition so I thought if I can just run 8s, I'll get under 10 hours. Even if I just run 9s, I'll go faster than I did last year. But I couldn't even do that.
I'm running over 8 minute pace in the first few miles, can't eat anything, can't move my legs. What can you even do at that point? I got real excited just before mile 3 when the Ford Motivation Station was playing LMFAO "I'm Sexy and I Know it" - I wished I had been racing in the neon green speedo at that point. I saw everyone on the bridge and just said I was going to be out there for a while. I kept moving forward, and then I decided I would try to go to the bathroom just prior to the Curry Rd hill. It seemed to help my stomach, but not my legs. I still was "running", but I wasn't going fast.
I even tried to mix it up, where I'd see if I could run fast, but I was just moving in slow motion. I was more than bummed, but I wasn't in a bad place like I was at Louisville. I literally just could not go any faster. My day got really sad as Alyssa FLEW by me, after we crested the Curry Rd hill for the third time. I wished I could have just run it in with her, but I had nothing in me, and obviously she was on good legs and just had to go.
It's a really hard thing to see people run by you all day. I mean, EVERYONE was going by me. Old people, chubby girls, didn't matter. Someone posted a picture of me on FB and I commented that I am the fastest-looking 6 hour marathoner in the world.
I finally made it to the finish, it was dark. Alyssa had been done for a few minutes, and was in the med tent. That's where champions go. People like me stroll across the line (actually, I did the Snake Hill Bandit move) in 10:51:45. We take our mylar blanket, don't allow the volunteer to put the medal over our head, instead opting to take it in our hands and walk off. Grab our shirt and hat, and then go into the tent where the food is. We eat a couple slices of pizza, drink some chocolate milk, and sit down and wonder what the fuck just happened.
Most people show improvement when they do these things. Most people get faster when they work harder. Apparently, I operate differently, because I've managed to disimprove by 11 minutes over the course of the year. The two biggest races I've had this year have been the two biggest failures. At least I can do that right. Go big or go home, no?
The Infinite Sadness
I started to cringe when I thought about how much time, money, and energy I've wasted this year to have these performances. If I want to be an 11 hour ironman, I may as well not even train. If you were to ask me if it was worth it, all the sacrifices, the time, the weekends, losing the summer, being so absent that people forget you even exist, I would say: Absolutely not. I wonder, why do I keep doing it? I haven't been enjoying it, and I'm not good at it. Normally, even after a bad performance, you still can feel like you came away with something. I came away with a $2000 weekend in Tempe, Arizona.
I also don't understand why my body hates me so much that I get sick upon arriving in these Ironman towns. I didn't feel as bad as I did at Louisville, but my legs didn't get the memo. Even there I managed a 5:14 bike split even after my dehydrated body started seizing up. And, I ran low 7s for the first few miles. Something was obviously not right on Sunday, and I'll probably never know what it was.
With so many question marks, I'll never pinpoint the one thing, shoot, it's actually probably a lot more than one thing, that I'm doing wrong. I really thought I had it down this time, but once again, someone somewhere is laughing an evil laugh at my demise.
I wish I could just be happy with finishing these things, and I do realize that finishing isn't always a given: Jordan Rapp DNFd early, and a few other pros dropped. But Eneko Llanos one-upped Ronnie Schildknecht's IMFL time from a few weeks ago, setting the fastest NA IM time ever. 3 women broke 9 hours. Tim O'Donnell ran a 3:45 marathon. People suffer in these things. What I wouldn't give to suffer and go fast.
What's worse, I don't even feel like I was out there Sunday. We got back today. My feet feel fine, my legs feel fine. I still feel sick, but my body generally doesn't have the effects that accompany doing a big race. That's probably because I walk my marathons. Last year I was in pain for a week. I happily avoided signing up for next year's race. I'm all for streaks, and I would even still contemplate going out there, but I can't do it again. I need a break from the course, I need a break from ironmans. Maybe even a break from triathlons for a while. Maybe even all racing.
What I felt the worst about was being the rain on Alyssa's parade. She had the best day of her life and probably all she wanted to do was celebrate, and I was just a Gloomy Gus. The situation was magnified by just how great her day was and just how terrible mine was. Had I had just a normal bad day, I don't think it would have been so bad, but mine was a colossal, epic, mountainous failure.
The Morning After
Ironman people love lines. I think it's a very white thing. There was a HUGE line to buy official Ironman shit. There was an even HUGER line for registration. Seriously, huge. I bet there were only 100 slots left to hit Active later in the day, because the race sold out in ten minutes online for 2012.
We went to Awards, obviously, as Alyssa picked up 2nd place and her Kona slot. Awards was alright, I liked Louisville's setup, and food, better. I was pretty amazed to see the results of my age group, 30-34 once again proving it's quite challenging. I thought on a best day scenario I could go 9:30. Last year, I think 6th was 9:35 and I think there were 6 slots to Kona. This year's top 5:
9:00, 9:02, 9:02, 9:06, 9:15.
Holy shit. Only 5 slots, our age group was relatively small this year (there were 9 in either 40-44 or 45-49, those groups were huge).
This year there were 65 slots to Kona. Next year, just 50. Yep. Since they keep adding races, but the number of people they're logistically able to allow into Kona remains the same, they are going to just cut slots from the races. That sucks. Looks like my next best shot is in about 10 years, maybe. It's going to be the trend for races from now on.
So I've got some things to ponder and contemplate, and figure out what I want to do down the road.
Just as I was feeling sorry for myself after the race, we went back to the finish line just after 11pm. This is my favorite part of the day, and even though we were quite tired, we were committed to being there until the last person crossed. With 12 minutes left, they announced that the last finisher was abuot a half mile out, so we thought we'd only be seeing one or two more people - but then this wave of folks came through. It was incredible. One particularly banged up old guy was literally being carried by two other competitors. I've never seen anything like it.
Now it's 16:58 and more people are coming...we couldn't believe it. And then more! 16:59. One minute to go. One person is coming in and it looks for sure like they are the last one. But then, around the corner, a person is coming, but they are struggling. Mike Reilly sprints over, and while I'm sure it's not really kosher, it's 16:59:40 and you know what, this lady is doing it, so he grabs her, and starts to briskly escort her towards the finish. She crosses at 16:59:59 - I shit you not. I started to well up, I thought for sure I was going to start bawling. That's what it's all about. The will to do it. I will always take for granted my ability to do things, but it was just a year and a half ago that I was lying on the road outside Shadow Lake Village all sorts of fucked up, and thought there was no way I'd be able to do it again.
We arrived back in Baltimore today to a deluge. Fitting. Hard to believe it's Thanksgiving week. My sense of time is a little skewed from just a few days out in Mountain Time. I'll post later about the rest of the trip, and our time in Tempe - it was actually a nice little visit. Just wasn't a good race.
I've got the beat, I just need the words.
These are just a couple of words I would use to describe how I felt before, during, and after the race this weekend. So if you are expecting words of encouragement or hope, or an "I'll be back to get 'em again" - you can probably stop reading.
But, since I do try to keep some balance, I will say that at least one of us had a great day. GREAT day. Alyssa swam 1:05 and some change, just a few ticks slower than what she swam at Louisville, and then rode a 5:45 - which included ten minutes on the side of the road when she flatted on lap 2! She was 6th in her 25-29 age group out of the water, and still in 6th off the bike. She then did what can only be summed up as some SERIOUS work on the run. FASTEST run split in her age group, 3:47. While I (and she would concur) would say her open marathon PR is "soft" at 3:31, to run that close to your open time off the bike like that is insane. It helped her finish at 10:45:51, which was a 50 minute PR over her Wisco 2010 time.
MORE significantly, she finished 2nd in the age group, which means she qualified for KONA. And, even cooler than that - she ran third place down HARD in the last mile to do it. If that's not a champion, I don't know what is. She was still many minutes down with 10k to go, but just kept hunting, and was 20 seconds down inside the last mile. Boom. Awesome. So that meant yesterday morning we got to walk down so she could pay $775 to get to go to Hawaii next year. She also got some really cool news this morning while we were in the shuttle back to the airport, but she'll tell you that in a couple of days...
I will also take the opportunity to thank a few people for their efforts:
My parents made the trip out. My dad came out last year, and had so much fun that he just had to come back. He managed to drag my mom out, as she's never seen an IM. As I've always said, if you've ever met my dad, you know that there is not a human being in the world as enthusiastic and energetic to cheer - not just for me, but for everyone on the course, people he doesn't know. They even came back for the midnight finish, and when a few people were straggling in after midnight, and therefore not "official" finishers, he was the one encouraging people in the stands to cheer them in.
Mike Zero came out, even though he wasn't racing. Now, in fairness, I would probably go out to Tempe for this race every year myself. Particularly when ASU is playing Arizona and you have tickets. But, like the friend he is, he made himself available for assistance all weekend, and was hugely supportive on the course - running around from place to place faster than I was (which wasn't hard).
Clairebear came down from Flagstaff to watch, which was nice of her. She did it last year, and obviously Mike did it two years ago, so we have a nice little history of IMAZ in our little family. Claire is a tough little cookie, and I really appreciated her coming down for basically the day just to watch and cheer.
My cousin Matt came out again. Matt came out last year after my dad mentioned we were going to be out there (he lives there) and even though I hadn't seen him in, like twenty years, he was such a great fan. It was great to see him again, and he was on top of shit after the race, picking up my gear bags and bike and bringing them back to the hotel. Thanks Matt!
My buddy Eric Marenburg (a proud and loyal Terp) drove out on Saturday from San Diego with his buddy Tom (who I've run with before while out in SD). Their friend John was competing as well, and they took the 6 hour journey on Saturday just to watch, and then split after the race on Sunday. Tom got some great pics, which I'll put up at some point. They were great out on course though, and were tremendously helpful when I was not feeling it.
And of course all the people back here that were following, and sent supportive messages before/after the race. That doesn't mean that all of them were smart, like asking if I was "happy with the result" (ha, sorry OJ), but I guess we all struggle to find the right thing to say to someone when they've had a shitty day.
The Race
Quick 2010 recap: I swam 1:02:21, rode 5:32, ran 3:57 = 10:40. Again, cool at the time, first one, trained for a few months after the two knee surgeries, neat. I have been riding well this year and felt like 5-5:10 was going to be a good target, and 3:20-3:30 a good target for the run. Cutting 40 minutes off my time would get me under 10, that would have been cool. 9:45 should have been a realistic target. Here's what actually happened:
Swim: 1:01:27. During the swim, I was pretty proud of myself. When we got to the start, the crowd to get into the water was insane, and I was worried that at the pace the group was moving, we wouldn't get in the water by the time the cannon went off. We ran through the bikes and came in from the side. I don't think most of the people realize that you have to swim about 100m to the actual start "line". The water, which had felt so cold the day before, was not as bad. It really must have to do with the air temp, because that has been the case each year I've done this swim: freezing on Saturday, not bad on Sunday. Water temp was 61, by the way. I get in the water, pee in the wetsuit, get to the start, and within two minutes, the cannon goes off.
In the last two years I've had some trouble with spiking HR, fogged goggles, and it's cost me some time. This year I was much more calm, and my goggs were not a prob, although I did get pushed out to the right a bit and scraped my hand along the bottom of one of the boat ramps in the first quarter mile. The start was very aggressive, I was getting pretty annoyed. I swam a little out to the right so I avoided it, but I also didn't have any feet to draft off of, so I was doing the work on my own. I felt comfortable, and had a good rhythm going. But geez if it doesn't feel like the longest swim ever. Finally got to the turnaround and headed back in, and it seemed quite choppy. I guess it was some surface chop from the wind, but everytime I breathed to my right I was getting a mouthful of that disgusting water.
There were two or three instances where I would swim up on someone and then it was like they tried to match my pace, but were swimming RIGHT next to me and hitting me - for absolutely no reason. Like, move over man. I think it may have been the same guy in two of the instances, separated by about 15 or 20 minutes of the swim, which would be real weird. But wouldn't surprise me. I noticed fewer and fewer caps on the way in, and felt good about where I was coming out. Then I looked at my watch and my first thought was "really??" I'll take the improvement from last year, but all things considered, with no stops to clear goggles, it's probably a push. Still, it had me out of the water in 186th (as opposed to 226th last year maybe?) and 20th in the age group.
T1 - 3:45. This is an improvement from last year, but only by about 40 seconds. I guess over such a short time, that's pretty decent. I certainly don't think I could have ran any faster - I was blazing through to get my bag. Despite them yelling my number, the volunteer was just standing there in my row, so I found my bag myself. Cool, thanks. Ran over to the tent, where again nobody helped. So I got my jersey on, put on the helmet, glasses, and shoes, and was on my way.
Suggestion for IM: acquire bike racks that are taller. All of the dudes on my rack have large bikes. The racks are small. They wound up racking my bike handlebars first, and it was basically locked in between other bikes. Took a second or two to get it free, and then was out onto the bike.
Bike: 5:19:25. And this is where my day started going wrong. There weren't many people around, I passed a few people, started taking my calories. Which, for those counting at home, consisted of: 600 calorie bottle of CarboPro in the aerobars, and an 800 calorie concoction of EFS liquid shot Vanilla (600cal worth) + 2 scoops of EFS Orange (200cal) and water. That was 1400. I figured with a 5 hour ride I would have 2000 or so calories available to me, so I brought 3 Honey Stinger Waffles as comfort food (160cal each, so 1980 total). Note: these calories, except for the Waffles, are vile to me. I seriously think I'm struggling with the sugars. At the first water stop, a few miles in, I took a water bottle and threw it in the middle pocket of my jersey. Boom. Felt good about the setup.
As we headed up toward the mountains on the Beeline Hwy, we had a bit of a headwind. Seeing the pros flying down the road on their first return confirmed, so as soon as we hit the turnaround, PACHEWW (as Alyssa might say). Flying. With no computer, I have no idea how fast we were going, but it was fast. There were a couple of bigger guys around me at this point, and it was getting very frustrating. On the way out, they had sat behind me, in what I'm sure was a not-quite-legal distance. At some points they would try to pass, but they would slow down so much going up the hills, that I would pass them back. On the downhill, the one guy just flew by. Towards the end of the first lap I ate one of the Waffles, and decided it was not a great snack for the day. Just a little too dry for me. It also didn't help that my little sickness that I picked up was making swallowing a challenge.
First lap was 1:38. Think that averages out to be 22.8 or something miles per hour, and I thought about it putting me around 4:55 pace. Perfect. If the winds stayed that way, I could count on a headwind out and then a nice tailwind back, and I felt like I would slow down a little bit from that, so come in around 5. Excellent.
But then something happened. There was simply no more power in the engine room. I didn't feel bad, I just could no longer generate power. The headwind started to shift to a crosswind, and by the time we turned around on the second loop, it was a headwind. Not cool. That lap was predictably slower, around 1:44 or 1:45 or something. Alright, not too bad, if I can just keep that pace, I'll still finish up okay, it'll be just under 5:10. Not a great day, but fine.
Z and Claire were hanging out on Rio Salado, but out from the crowds, and I just shook my head as I went by. It was not my day. I turned around, completely unexcited to have another loop to do, and tried to brace for another 37ish miles. The winds were really picking up now, and it's the worst feeling when you are riding like shit and you are out of the saddle pedaling downhill and going nowhere. I was hydrated (I had peed 5 times on the bike, a serious amount of urine was in my left shoe) and wasn't cramping up like I had at Louisville, but I just couldn't ride any faster.
Dejected, I crawled into T2 after a 1:56 third loop. Sure, I had ridden 13 minutes faster than I did last year at AZ, but it was still 5 minutes slower than what I thought was my worst possible day at Louisville. Fuck. I am not looking forward to this marathon.
T2 - 3:36. Again, a little bit faster than last year, I went to the bathroom real quick and did a full costume change into running shorts and a singlet. Again, a botched bag handoff. They didn't hear my number right, so I had to get it myself.
Run: 4:23:doesitevenmatter. You know you're in for a long day when...your first mile is 7:26. Last year I ran 6:45s for the first three. That was too quick, I learned that, but on Sunday, that 7:26 was my fastest mile, and it was as fast as I could move my legs. I kept thinking I would start feeling better, and that this was a good thing, that I wasn't going out fast. I had left transition so I thought if I can just run 8s, I'll get under 10 hours. Even if I just run 9s, I'll go faster than I did last year. But I couldn't even do that.
I'm running over 8 minute pace in the first few miles, can't eat anything, can't move my legs. What can you even do at that point? I got real excited just before mile 3 when the Ford Motivation Station was playing LMFAO "I'm Sexy and I Know it" - I wished I had been racing in the neon green speedo at that point. I saw everyone on the bridge and just said I was going to be out there for a while. I kept moving forward, and then I decided I would try to go to the bathroom just prior to the Curry Rd hill. It seemed to help my stomach, but not my legs. I still was "running", but I wasn't going fast.
I even tried to mix it up, where I'd see if I could run fast, but I was just moving in slow motion. I was more than bummed, but I wasn't in a bad place like I was at Louisville. I literally just could not go any faster. My day got really sad as Alyssa FLEW by me, after we crested the Curry Rd hill for the third time. I wished I could have just run it in with her, but I had nothing in me, and obviously she was on good legs and just had to go.
It's a really hard thing to see people run by you all day. I mean, EVERYONE was going by me. Old people, chubby girls, didn't matter. Someone posted a picture of me on FB and I commented that I am the fastest-looking 6 hour marathoner in the world.
I finally made it to the finish, it was dark. Alyssa had been done for a few minutes, and was in the med tent. That's where champions go. People like me stroll across the line (actually, I did the Snake Hill Bandit move) in 10:51:45. We take our mylar blanket, don't allow the volunteer to put the medal over our head, instead opting to take it in our hands and walk off. Grab our shirt and hat, and then go into the tent where the food is. We eat a couple slices of pizza, drink some chocolate milk, and sit down and wonder what the fuck just happened.
Most people show improvement when they do these things. Most people get faster when they work harder. Apparently, I operate differently, because I've managed to disimprove by 11 minutes over the course of the year. The two biggest races I've had this year have been the two biggest failures. At least I can do that right. Go big or go home, no?
The Infinite Sadness
I started to cringe when I thought about how much time, money, and energy I've wasted this year to have these performances. If I want to be an 11 hour ironman, I may as well not even train. If you were to ask me if it was worth it, all the sacrifices, the time, the weekends, losing the summer, being so absent that people forget you even exist, I would say: Absolutely not. I wonder, why do I keep doing it? I haven't been enjoying it, and I'm not good at it. Normally, even after a bad performance, you still can feel like you came away with something. I came away with a $2000 weekend in Tempe, Arizona.
I also don't understand why my body hates me so much that I get sick upon arriving in these Ironman towns. I didn't feel as bad as I did at Louisville, but my legs didn't get the memo. Even there I managed a 5:14 bike split even after my dehydrated body started seizing up. And, I ran low 7s for the first few miles. Something was obviously not right on Sunday, and I'll probably never know what it was.
With so many question marks, I'll never pinpoint the one thing, shoot, it's actually probably a lot more than one thing, that I'm doing wrong. I really thought I had it down this time, but once again, someone somewhere is laughing an evil laugh at my demise.
I wish I could just be happy with finishing these things, and I do realize that finishing isn't always a given: Jordan Rapp DNFd early, and a few other pros dropped. But Eneko Llanos one-upped Ronnie Schildknecht's IMFL time from a few weeks ago, setting the fastest NA IM time ever. 3 women broke 9 hours. Tim O'Donnell ran a 3:45 marathon. People suffer in these things. What I wouldn't give to suffer and go fast.
What's worse, I don't even feel like I was out there Sunday. We got back today. My feet feel fine, my legs feel fine. I still feel sick, but my body generally doesn't have the effects that accompany doing a big race. That's probably because I walk my marathons. Last year I was in pain for a week. I happily avoided signing up for next year's race. I'm all for streaks, and I would even still contemplate going out there, but I can't do it again. I need a break from the course, I need a break from ironmans. Maybe even a break from triathlons for a while. Maybe even all racing.
What I felt the worst about was being the rain on Alyssa's parade. She had the best day of her life and probably all she wanted to do was celebrate, and I was just a Gloomy Gus. The situation was magnified by just how great her day was and just how terrible mine was. Had I had just a normal bad day, I don't think it would have been so bad, but mine was a colossal, epic, mountainous failure.
The Morning After
Ironman people love lines. I think it's a very white thing. There was a HUGE line to buy official Ironman shit. There was an even HUGER line for registration. Seriously, huge. I bet there were only 100 slots left to hit Active later in the day, because the race sold out in ten minutes online for 2012.
We went to Awards, obviously, as Alyssa picked up 2nd place and her Kona slot. Awards was alright, I liked Louisville's setup, and food, better. I was pretty amazed to see the results of my age group, 30-34 once again proving it's quite challenging. I thought on a best day scenario I could go 9:30. Last year, I think 6th was 9:35 and I think there were 6 slots to Kona. This year's top 5:
9:00, 9:02, 9:02, 9:06, 9:15.
Holy shit. Only 5 slots, our age group was relatively small this year (there were 9 in either 40-44 or 45-49, those groups were huge).
This year there were 65 slots to Kona. Next year, just 50. Yep. Since they keep adding races, but the number of people they're logistically able to allow into Kona remains the same, they are going to just cut slots from the races. That sucks. Looks like my next best shot is in about 10 years, maybe. It's going to be the trend for races from now on.
So I've got some things to ponder and contemplate, and figure out what I want to do down the road.
Just as I was feeling sorry for myself after the race, we went back to the finish line just after 11pm. This is my favorite part of the day, and even though we were quite tired, we were committed to being there until the last person crossed. With 12 minutes left, they announced that the last finisher was abuot a half mile out, so we thought we'd only be seeing one or two more people - but then this wave of folks came through. It was incredible. One particularly banged up old guy was literally being carried by two other competitors. I've never seen anything like it.
Now it's 16:58 and more people are coming...we couldn't believe it. And then more! 16:59. One minute to go. One person is coming in and it looks for sure like they are the last one. But then, around the corner, a person is coming, but they are struggling. Mike Reilly sprints over, and while I'm sure it's not really kosher, it's 16:59:40 and you know what, this lady is doing it, so he grabs her, and starts to briskly escort her towards the finish. She crosses at 16:59:59 - I shit you not. I started to well up, I thought for sure I was going to start bawling. That's what it's all about. The will to do it. I will always take for granted my ability to do things, but it was just a year and a half ago that I was lying on the road outside Shadow Lake Village all sorts of fucked up, and thought there was no way I'd be able to do it again.
We arrived back in Baltimore today to a deluge. Fitting. Hard to believe it's Thanksgiving week. My sense of time is a little skewed from just a few days out in Mountain Time. I'll post later about the rest of the trip, and our time in Tempe - it was actually a nice little visit. Just wasn't a good race.
I've got the beat, I just need the words.
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