Thursday, December 30, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Well… it’s simply true… I wanted more… I expected more… out of myself… out of my training… and out of my execution
At mile 20 I had the decision... turn myself inside out to go sub 3:30 or “mail it in”
I chose to “mail it in”
One of the reasons I kinda gave up was because I was so cold… cold enough to have stopped and gathered up a couple of random gloves to wear between miles 20 and 22.
Happy hands… stoic face:
final time 3:36:5X
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
As the splits above show I was fighting a losing battle with 7:15s… it just was not my day… started out too fast… it was too hot…
Simply put… I’m just not that fast yet.
All that said… I had fun… enjoyed testing myself… hanging out with friends and family
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
2004: 1:28:01 – 8:48 pace
2006: 1:28:05 – 8:48 pace
2008: 1:23:24 – 8:20 pace (broke a 7 year old PR)
2009: 1:17:20 – 7:45 pace (another PR)
So… this race has been a good barometer of fitness… and progress over the years… and is a fun race to boot… who wouldn’t want to run through a cemetery on Halloween?
I’ve had a good year of running.. I’m down another 9 lbs or so in the past year… so I should be ready to kick it up a notch…. Only I didn’t really feel that…
Three 10+ mile running days in the week leading up to the race and a 2.5 hour ride the day before where I had worked pretty hard left my legs feeling a little less than fresh.
The race starts on a narrow road… so I did my best to elbow our way pretty close to the front… with all of the folks in costume, walkers, strollers etc… it was perhaps my smartest move of the day.
Aye carrumba… a 6:43 for the 1st mile was not, however…
From that point I was simply hanging on and willing myself forward… nothing smooth… or powerful… pretty or graceful. As people passed me I simply tried to hang with them as long as possible… yet watched my pace slip to 7:10, then 7:15, into the 7:20s and finally on mile 9 a 7:30… finally HTFU to a 7:04 for the last mile
Final time of 1:12 and some change.
Now Judi's race... that's another story...
She started out fast...
Won her age group in the 5K
Then realized she had missed the turn for the 10 mile race (see her running back towards the turn)
in the end she got 3rd place in her AG in the 10 miler but...
Got the wrong plaque... appropriately perhaps
But... we had fun
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Not that she summer had not already had some good races/events along the way.
Even though the race venue is only 50 miles or so from home we decided to get a room since packet pickup/bike check-in was on Saturday night… we scored a room in a hotel that was about 100 meters from the TA… that was nice.
Got up race morning… had some oatmeal and coffee… bundled up (it was 54F and I have thin blood) and walked across the street and set up our transitions… talked to a couple of friends… got bodymarked… then went back to the hotel to have another cup of coffee and lay around a while…
Got suited up… and wetsuited up… dropped our stuff of at the car (another bonus to having the room was a parking space close to the finish) after one more quick gear check, we were off to the beach.
We were cold… and not really crazy about getting in the water but… the water was 20 degrees warmer than the air so it didn’t feel too bad.
The swim course was an equilateral triangle with the start and finish at a single point on the beach… and had been flip-flopped from the original plan due to a change in current. We would be with the current across the top of the triangle… but tacking against it going out and coming back to shore.
When the horn sounded my friend Richard started running north on the beach to get a better angle on the current… and I went with him partway. I guess he went 200m up the beach and I went 150m… then we hopped through the breakers and started swimming towards the next “point” of the triangle. The swim was uneventful except for 3 things
1. I was just swimming… not swimming & stopping and looking around… not hating life and in general thinking it would never end… no… I was just swimming… just like in training… which I had actually been doing thanks to my GF “encouraging” me to swim with her.
2. I had to pee… pretty much from the onset but I waited until I was with the current so I could stop to get started if you know what I mean.
3. I missed the turn for shore and swam over 3 people who were trying to turn… This is what I heard: “umh” a few seconds later “Tum” after a couple more bumps I stuck my head completely out of the water and heard distinctly “TURN” um… okay I guess that’s the other turn buoy
Just as I got to knee deep water I stood up saw Judi who had started in the wave behind me. I got excited and started calling her name… when she didn’t hear me I started running to catch up… stepped in a hole on the beach and executed a nice combat roll on the beach… undaunted (but somewhat embarrassed) I got up and chased her down… Just in time to stop and get our picture together by the race photographer.
Swim time: 41:16 (7 minutes better than last year)
T1 went by quickly (2:11) and I got out onto the bike course… the course was basically a double out and back with one leg to the west and one to the south… good roads… excellent traffic control. I tried to just ride steady and did a pretty good job I guess… I had no computer on my bike… just pedaled and looked for Judi on the out and backs… and pitched a shutout.
Bike time: 2:30 (22.3 MPH avg)
T2 was a bit longer @ 3:14 but 2 minutes of that was peeing I think J
The run story reads pretty much like my splits look
Mile 1: 7:07 (started my watch late)
Mile 2: 8:05
Mile 3: 7:59
Mile 4: 7:56
Mile 5: 8:14
Mile 6: 8:24
Mile 7: 8:12
Mile 8: 8:07
Mile 9: 8:43
Mile 10: 8:45
Mile 11: 8:46
Mile 12: 8:51
Mile 13: 11:29
Last .1: 2:28
My stomach really started hurting at mile 9… miles 13 and the final .1 were long and brutal.
Final run time was 1:53:29. Which achieved one of my goals… to break 2 hours on the run.
Once I finished I sat, completely spent, drank a bottle of water and a bottle of Gatorade. Then I got cold… and decided that it was time to go… back to the car to get a long sleeve shirt… then I stared back down the road to look for Judi. I’d not seen her on the run at all despite the fact that the course doubles back on itself a couple of times…
I was walking like an old man tho… even stopped after a quarter mile or so… put my hands on my knees… contemplated stopping right there or just going back to the car… but I just kept walking. I tried to encourage the runners about to finish but as often as not I just waved. I began to think how idiotic it would be to meet up with Judi only to not even be able to keep up with her… get dropped and miss her finish… but I trudged on.
After 15 minutes (which felt like an hour) I finally made it to an aid station. The Boy Scouts running the aid stations thought I was crazy…
They said “Water” and “Gatorade”
I said “Pizza” knowing from my last trip by that they had a couple of pizza boxes on a table for the boy’s lunch. Someone grabbed a couple of pieces for me… and then I saw a camp stool
“Can I have a seat and eat my pizza” I said
One of the dads said “sure, take a load off”
As I was eating my pizza I said “Ya know, I’m thinking about turning around right here”
They laughed and said “You wouldn’t be the first”
Then I told them that I was just going to sit and wait for my girlfriend to come by.
One of the dads started laughing again and said “You must not be into this stuff like she is huh?”
I laughed to and said… “she’s kinda hardcore”
As I finished my pizza and in the course of conversation I admitted that I had already finished and had just come back to keep my girlfriend company… no sooner had I gotten the words out of my mouth… Judi came into view running strong with a big smile on her face.
As I swallowed the last of my pizza I hopped up and started running with her… and I was able to keep pace (thankfully). She finished her first ½ IM strong and even ended up 2nd in her AG.
Since the awards ceremony was not going to be held for a couple of hours yet we decided to just head home.
A good weekend… a fun race… and we’ll likely be back next year.
PS – the 37 minute PR was nice too.
Us at the finish
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
I head out on a run in a city which I was visiting for the 1st time… Meriden, CT
I will often research an interesting route or locale to run in when I’m on the road but this time I was just doing a quick trip… only one night so I was just going to wing it.
I went out the front door of the hotel, hung a left, and just started running… w/in a couple of miles I was feeling pretty loose and already kind of out in the countryside. Beautiful evening… 80F or so… greenery all around… canopy road… I was having a good time..
I’m not sure what it is tho… my Cherokee ancestors… RATS… or what but I seem to have developed a trail running soul… anytime I run on the road… my eyes invariably roam to either side of the road looking for a trail.
I’d gone out 3 miles and turned around to head home… I picked it up a little on mile 4 and just past that point I came to a road that I thought might loop back to my route. I took the road… it did not curve as I expected but it did lead to what looked like a park… closer inspection showed a nice reservoir and a board on which a trail map was pinned under glass…
Kismet I thought and without much of a glance at the map I launched myself at the trailhead.
I enjoyed the twisty, turny, bed of fir needles… with roots running every which way. A smile spread across my face. A quick glance at my watch told me that I could add a couple of miles without risking stumbling around in the dark. A mile or so in… right where the trail forked I turned around… and a plan began to form in my head… I’d come back in the morning and run the whole thing.
0415 – as usual my alarm goes off…. Too early.. no sense bumping around in the dark
0515 – finally quit hitting snooze
0530 – get up
0554 – standing in front of the trail map… based on the faded image in front of me and my recon from the night before… I made a plan. White trail… to red… then catch the blue trail all the way back around the reservoir… 5ish miles I estimate… or SWAG
0619 – I reach the top or the ridge… the sun is fully up now and the view is spectacular… I’m sweaty and smiling… so glad I’d come back.
0705 – I’ve left the technical section behind… nice doubletrack… just as I expected from the map… only a mile or so now.
0707 – I emerge from the woods and find myself in a subdivision… WTF? “hey, lookie there. More blue markers. Along the road” a slight detour I think…
0708 – no more blue markers.. I have no idea where I am. Yet I keep running down the road… exit the subdivision… think about flagging down a motorist then… I see it! More blue markers leading me back into the woods!
0711 – this trail looks mighty familiar… but the direction *feels* right
0725 – still on the same doubletrack – have not seen a “blue marker” for a half mile or so… I just keep running
0744: I skirt around a gate… look back over my shoulder at the sign on the gate “Private Property – Keep out” it reads… I am now on a dirt roads with houses… and moving in a direction that dos *not* *feel* right…
0745 – standing in the road with my hands on my hips… wish I had a GPS
0745 (a few seconds later) – realize I have a GPS on my wrist
0747 – figure out how to get my GPS to show me where my car is.
0747 (a few seconds later) head off in that direction – and (eureka!) find a trail – life is good
0752 – realize that there are dozens of trails… dirt bikes and 4 wheelers must teem in these woods on the weekends… keep heading in the general direction of my car
0757 – Civilization! – I see parked cars… Yes!
0757 (a few seconds later) – I realize that it is a junkyard
0759 – Apologize to the junkman for trespassing… and ask for directions… he chuckles as if he’s heard this before and points me to the road…
0802 – I know where I am at last! I have found my turnaround from Monday’s run.. the old canopy road
0814 – I’m back in my car… dirty… sweaty… tired… and late. I still have to get cleaned up… packed up and check out of the hotel…
0849 – I get a call… from the guy I’m supposed to interview at 0900 telling me that he is in the lobby. I tell him, “I’ll be there in 10 minutes. I got a little lost this morning”
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
And... I did.
I think I'll copy a graded format someone used on TRI-Drs
Summary -- sprint Distance Tri -- 1:10:41; 6/32 AG; 52/500 OA
Long report --
I have been swim training lately... and expected improvement. Felt great... strong, slippery
I even caught a couple of pink swim caps... wait! They started 3 minutes *behind* me
in the picture the girl in the pink cap was explining to me who caught whom...
Grade -- F - I sucketh
*T1 -- 3:01 - long run from beach to bike... but I'm slow here too
*Bike -- 31:55 -- 25.5 mph avg; 4/32 AG.*
No computer on my bike... just rode as fast as I could... nobody passed me but... all the fast guys finished the swim ~3 minutes ahead of me...
Grade -- B+. Wonder what the race looks like for people who know how to swim
*T2 -- :51; take of helmet and change shoes... even I can't eff that up too much
*Run -- 23:32; 7/32 AG.
Ran steady... only passed 2x... once by the female OA winner. Felt strong at the end and caught someone in my AG just before the turn for the finish.
Grade -- B- If I don't feel like I'm going to puke on the last mile... I'm obviously not trying hard enough.. need to work on motivation for the run when I have no one to chase/run from...
*Summary and Overall Grade.
*C - the fact that I can ride a bike does not make up for my mediocrity on the run and pisspoor swimming ability
I either need to race bikes or seriously learn to swim.