Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Weekly Recap (4 weeks to Phoenix)
Sunday
5 miler
Saturday
5 miler
Friday
20 miler. Hot muggy. Good run. That makes 80 miles in last 8 days.
Feeling a little worn down.
Thursday
Off
Wednesday
Lemonade out of lemons. Had 11 with 6 x 1000 VOmax. Within 2 minutes my hamstrings were so tight and tender I knew the VOmax was out. By mile five was was feeling heavy and ready to call it a day.
But I had eaten so much junk in the last 24 hours, I felt I should do at least 10 just to burn calories. I decided to spice it up a little. I usually hit my cruising speed about mile seven and hold that pace. I decided to continue to accelerate all the way through, a bump about every mile or so.
By mile 10 I was moving pretty good, and feeling better. I took all the way to 12 really flying the last mile.
Solid run. That makes 60 miles in the last 5 five days (12 mi/day average).
Tuesday
Standard 8.
Monday
15 miler. The only carbs I ate Sunday and Monday was one bowl of cereal. As a result, the 15 miler felt like 30. I don't know why it is, but when a cut back on carbs, I sweat twice as much. The weather was very cold, yet by mile 10, I was soaked through.
5 miler
Saturday
5 miler
Friday
20 miler. Hot muggy. Good run. That makes 80 miles in last 8 days.
Feeling a little worn down.
Thursday
Off
Wednesday
Lemonade out of lemons. Had 11 with 6 x 1000 VOmax. Within 2 minutes my hamstrings were so tight and tender I knew the VOmax was out. By mile five was was feeling heavy and ready to call it a day.
But I had eaten so much junk in the last 24 hours, I felt I should do at least 10 just to burn calories. I decided to spice it up a little. I usually hit my cruising speed about mile seven and hold that pace. I decided to continue to accelerate all the way through, a bump about every mile or so.
By mile 10 I was moving pretty good, and feeling better. I took all the way to 12 really flying the last mile.
Solid run. That makes 60 miles in the last 5 five days (12 mi/day average).
Tuesday
Standard 8.
Monday
15 miler. The only carbs I ate Sunday and Monday was one bowl of cereal. As a result, the 15 miler felt like 30. I don't know why it is, but when a cut back on carbs, I sweat twice as much. The weather was very cold, yet by mile 10, I was soaked through.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Carrbing
After two days of low carbs, I scarfed it down today.
It's just murder to run farther than five, without any carbs. With a hard 11 miler with 6 x 800 VOmax tomorrow, I carbed up (pigged out).
Well so much for the diet. After I do my 20 miler this week, I'll cut back.
It's just murder to run farther than five, without any carbs. With a hard 11 miler with 6 x 800 VOmax tomorrow, I carbed up (pigged out).
Well so much for the diet. After I do my 20 miler this week, I'll cut back.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
American Bank Annual Half Marathon
(me in white . placed 8th out of 110, 2nd in my division
The guy in red was 6th, 1st in my division 1:30:46)
As noted in an early post, I was looking forward to this run about as much as a colonoscopy performed by Barney Frank. I knew at best I might squeak out a PR; but due to the weather, there was no way to run my potential and my 1:30 goal.
The forecast held; at gun the temperature was 65 with 100% humidity and a 10 mile/hr south wind. The roads were quite slick from the fog. Damn the torpedoes, I went out at what I thought was a 1:30 pace.
I didn't wear my gps watch, but a runner next to me did. At mile two he said we were on a 6:50 min/mile pace (right at 1:30). It felt too fast aerobically. I relaxed my leg turnover, but tried to maintain the strength of my strides.
I could bitch about the weather, and there was plenty to bitch about. However, I was actually grateful it wasn't worse. The wind was fairly strong running into it. And the sky was completely overcast. Even a slight bit of sunshine would have doomed me.
I only looked at my own watch once, at the turnaround: 46:17. My second half split was about equal (46:40), which is a good indication that my endurance / strength was good.
Yes I PRed, but I was still quite unhappy. Not because I didn't hit 1:30, but because I couldn't set an true baseline. I just don't know if I can hold the 7:06 min/mile pace for a full if weather conditions are great (i.e. 43 with 40% humidity). I think I can, but without a baseline, I can't benefit from the confidence knowing I can.
The race did confirm one thing, I need to lose 3-5 pound. Three will work, 5 would be great. With only three weeks of training remaining (one of which is a taper), I'll have to double up on cross training to lose the three. If I want to make it five, I'll have to go low carb the last three weeks.
Weekly Recap (5 weeks to Phoenix)
Sunday
12 miler
Saturday
American bank half marathon 1:32:56.
Friday
9 with 5 x 600 VOmax
Thursday
Off
Wednesday
Five miles into a 12 miler, I called it quites.
Tuesday
9 with 8 at LT.
Monday
4 mile recover
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
In a Bad Bad Mood
Confident I could post a sub 1:30 in this coming Saturday's American Bank half-marathon, I pre-loaded my mileage last week by doing two long runs. I posted a PR for both my 21 miler and 18 miler.
Then on Monday, I saw a Friday night forecasted low of 63. Half my motivation left me. I ran a sloppy four mile recovery counting every minute until is was over. On Tuesday, a cold front came through and picked me up some; I ran a good eight mile LT.
Now as of today, they're forecasting a Friday low of 67 with a 15 mile/hr southwind, and 95% humidity. As a taste, the wind shifted to the south tonight and brought the humidity to 96%. Five miles into a 12 miler (at a easy pace), I was totally dejected and quit.
All I could think of is how I'm going to have to bust it full bore Saturday in these oppressive conditions, and still be lucky to PR a 1:34. More specifically, I was recalling how I almost heat stroked in Chicago after 8 miles in similar conditions.
I could express this more urbanely after six years of college, but the only way to really express it is to say, "THIS SUCKS!!!" And to make it "COMPLETELY SUCK", the forecasted high for Sunday is 57.
Then on Monday, I saw a Friday night forecasted low of 63. Half my motivation left me. I ran a sloppy four mile recovery counting every minute until is was over. On Tuesday, a cold front came through and picked me up some; I ran a good eight mile LT.
Now as of today, they're forecasting a Friday low of 67 with a 15 mile/hr southwind, and 95% humidity. As a taste, the wind shifted to the south tonight and brought the humidity to 96%. Five miles into a 12 miler (at a easy pace), I was totally dejected and quit.
All I could think of is how I'm going to have to bust it full bore Saturday in these oppressive conditions, and still be lucky to PR a 1:34. More specifically, I was recalling how I almost heat stroked in Chicago after 8 miles in similar conditions.
I could express this more urbanely after six years of college, but the only way to really express it is to say, "THIS SUCKS!!!" And to make it "COMPLETELY SUCK", the forecasted high for Sunday is 57.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Weekly Recap (6 weeks to Phoenix)
Sunday
18 miler. Added some hills, tough run with the muggy conditions.
Saturday
Standard 6 miler.
Friday
Damn. I had 12 scheduled with 7 at LT. After posting a four minute PR on a 21 miler just 48 hours eariler, I thought it would be hard. But to my surprise, that wasn't the problem.
The weather was nice and cool. I didn't even think of using my portable fan that I place on the treadmill for hard runs. By mile 3, I knew that was a mistake. I was sweating pretty good.
By mile six, I was trenched. By mile 7 (with 4 LT done) I couldn't breath, just too much water loss. I called it quits. Initially I was POed, but hell I just creamed my 21 miler two days ago. I don't think it was a conditioning problem.
Thursday
Had 6 scheduled. But a client called about his retirement plan, and I spent three hours working on it and had to miss my run.
Wednesday
Well, I might pay for that one also. After two easy days, and a nice cold front coming through, I decided to PR on my 21 miler.
I bested my previous 21 mile training time by a full four minutes (174 minutes). Aerobically, felt fine. But the extra speed cominbed with the extra five pounds I'm carrying was hard on the body. Overall, solid run.
Tuesday
6 mile recovery
Monday
8 with 5 x 200 meter strides.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Weekly Recap (7 weeks to Phoenix)
Sunday
Had 8 scheduled, but a client called with a rush job. I had to miss workout. Besides burning 1,000 calories, which I need, there was no conditioning loss.
Saturday
16 miler. Ran about 7:00 p.m. Dew point was only 45; it was like running with a oxygen mask. Barely breathing. However, legs still not recovered from Thursday.
Friday
6 mile recovery.
Thursday
Well, I'm going to pay for that.
Had 16 scheduled, with 12 at marathon pace. I wanted to set a PR on the 12 section, so after four good miles, I took it down to about 7:00 min/miles. Felt fine after first 30 minutes, so I took it down another 10 sec / mile. After another 30 minutes, I could feel the lactic acid building up.
I was afraid that I would throw off the rest of my training this week if I went to hard. But I was also afraid that if I broke pace, I would just stop. I hate to miss mileage. So I pushed hard the last 30 minutes.
All in all, a PR and 100% effort. I'm just afraid my 11 miler tomorrow will be very difficult now.
Wednesday -Off
Tuesday
Reality Check. I've been front loading my mileage so I can get in a taper before the American Bank Half Marathon the week after next. I tried to squeeze in 11 with 5 x 1,200 VOmax.
Cruised the first six miles, but after running my first 1,200, which took me to 7 miles, I stopped there as I had a 7 miler scheduled originally. After 15 on Sunday and 8 uphill yesterday, my legs just weren't in it.
I will try to makeup the VOmax Friday, which is when I originally had it scheduled. However, anyway you look at it, 5 consecutive 1,200s at 6 min/mi pace is brutal.
Monday
6 miles a.m. / 4 miles p.m. scheduled. I combined it into a 8 miler with a slight incline all the way through. I don't care much for hills during a race, but it really helps with focusing during training.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Weekly Recap (8 weeks from Phoenix)
Sunday
15 miler, solid run.
Saturday
Had 11 with 6 LT scheduled. At mile 8, with 5 LT done, I was feeling fine. Then out of nowhere, I got a lower stomach cramp. I tried to run through it, but it became acute at 8.5; I had to stop.
Initially, I was angry. But then I noticed how fast I recovered; 30 seconds later I was breathing normally with a standard heart beat; I just had cranked out 5 1/2 6:30 min/miles. Would have preferred to hit all 11, but still solid LT.
Friday
Standard 8 with 5 x 200 meter strides.
Thursday-Off
Wednesday
20 miler. Good run; added some hill work (slight long inclines) to break it up some.
Tuesday
7 miler with strides.
When doing my 200 meter strides, I was running sub 6 min/mile pace, moving pretty well. After my last stride, I just stopped the treadmill. A young girl (mid 20s) who was on the adjacent treadmill gave me a condescending look and said, "Don't you warm down?" I replied, almost confused, "No." She then gave me a contemptuous look as if I didn't know what I was doing.
Monday
A 15 miler that felt like 20. I did run the first four at a slight incline, but I don't think that was what made it so difficult. A strong cold front came through last week and I got use to a week of cool dry air. Running in the humidity again made the run feel much harder. Cool front coming in Tuesday, perhaps that will help with my true 20 miler Wednesday.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Weekly Recap (9 weeks from Phoenix)
Sunday
Had 13 scheduled, called it quites at 6.50. Humidity was terrible.
I hate to miss scheduled mileage. But I did set a training PR on both my LT run, and 18 miler this week. Besides burning some extra calories, not much benefit in suffering through.
Saturday
4 mile recover.
Friday
Cold front came through dropping temperature to low 50s. I really pushed the pace in my 18 miler, about 10 sec/ mile faster than usual. Felt great for a couple of hours. Past 14, felt fine aerobically, but the extra speed, combined with an extra 5 pounds of weight, put a lot stress on the body. Overall, solid 18 miler.
Thursday
Easy 5 mile recover.
18 scheduled for tomorrow. Looks good as cold front will come through.
Wednesday
10 miler with 6.5 at LT. Really pushed the LT running about 6:30 min/mile.
Tuesday
Weather was great. About 9:15 p.m., I threw on long sleeve, beanie, and gloves, and hit pavement for nine miler.
Monday
Easy 5 mile recovery.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Week Recap (10 weeks out from Phoenix)
Sunday
Had a nine miler with four LT scheduled. But I have busy week coming up. So I moved Monday's 15 miler to Sunday, and I will do the LT on Monday or Tuesday.
The cold dry air was nice. I also broke out a new pair of shoes, which is always good motivation for a week or so. I added some extra speed, no problem. Overall conditioning good, but I need to lose 5 pounds.
Saturday
General 8 miler
Friday
17 miler. Aerobically good. Endurance good. Need to lose weight. The first hour and a half I felt fine, just cruising along well. However, in last hour, ankles and hip started to feel the stress of the extra five pounds I've added.
Thursday
Easy 5 mile recovery
Wednesday
After two days off, I was ready to bust one out. However, it had been very humid and I was dreading the 12 mile run some. I decided to try something new. I started at my regular speed, but instead of increasing it every 20 minutes until I reached 7:30 min/miles, I increased my speed every ten minutes all the way through. Toward the end, I was running a comfortable 7:00 min / miles and finished the total run three minutes faster than planned.
Tuesday-Off
Monday-Off
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Mardi Gras
I find this time of year to be the most frustrating. During the long summer (April-September), you just accept it's going to be hot as hell and suffer through your mileage.
Then in late September or early October, a mild cool front comes through and blows out the humidity and oppressive heat. You go out and pop a 10-15 miler like it's a 5k. You feel great and are ready to really train hard.
Two days later, it's hot and muggy again. A week later, two weeks later, early November, it's still hot and muggy. You keep waiting in frustration on that true cold front you thought would come through a month ago. That's were I was last night. The heat hasn't been that bad, but the humidity is terrible (93% this morning). I just haven't felt like running.
Last night I had 12 scheduled. Last week the forecast called for a cool front to come through early this week. Now it's Friday. I said, screw it. I postponed all my scheduled mileage (54) to late this week, ordered a pizza, bought some bear, and had a little mardi gras.
It's suppose to be 67 on Saturday, let's see if that improves my motivation.
Then in late September or early October, a mild cool front comes through and blows out the humidity and oppressive heat. You go out and pop a 10-15 miler like it's a 5k. You feel great and are ready to really train hard.
Two days later, it's hot and muggy again. A week later, two weeks later, early November, it's still hot and muggy. You keep waiting in frustration on that true cold front you thought would come through a month ago. That's were I was last night. The heat hasn't been that bad, but the humidity is terrible (93% this morning). I just haven't felt like running.
Last night I had 12 scheduled. Last week the forecast called for a cool front to come through early this week. Now it's Friday. I said, screw it. I postponed all my scheduled mileage (54) to late this week, ordered a pizza, bought some bear, and had a little mardi gras.
It's suppose to be 67 on Saturday, let's see if that improves my motivation.
Monday, November 10, 2008
The good, bad, and ugly
GOOD
Put in 46 last week (15, 9, 9, 6, 5). Aerobically I felt good. I also felt like I had good power. Overall, all my mileage was good.
BAD
Still lots of muscles and joint stress. My ankles have been bothering me. I have an inner upper thigh stress. My hamstrings are also tight. Most concerning, I have had a left lower ab stress that is really acute when starting out. Sometimes I grimace from the sharp pain. But after about 15-20 minutes, it loosens up and I feel OK.
UGLY
I can really feel the extra 4-5 pounds I've put on. Everyday I am downing handfuls of Halloween candy floating around the office and home. Also cheating on other stuff. I really need to get serious about dropping 5 pounds before I start high mileage in about two weeks. I'll add some late night walks to burn some extra weight.
Put in 46 last week (15, 9, 9, 6, 5). Aerobically I felt good. I also felt like I had good power. Overall, all my mileage was good.
BAD
Still lots of muscles and joint stress. My ankles have been bothering me. I have an inner upper thigh stress. My hamstrings are also tight. Most concerning, I have had a left lower ab stress that is really acute when starting out. Sometimes I grimace from the sharp pain. But after about 15-20 minutes, it loosens up and I feel OK.
UGLY
I can really feel the extra 4-5 pounds I've put on. Everyday I am downing handfuls of Halloween candy floating around the office and home. Also cheating on other stuff. I really need to get serious about dropping 5 pounds before I start high mileage in about two weeks. I'll add some late night walks to burn some extra weight.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Back on Horse
Back on the horse, well kind of.
Went to do eight today, I called it quits at five.
Tight in hamstrings, felt heavy in legs. I definitely could feel the extra 3-4 pounds I've put on.
I was hoping to start full 12 week cycle Monday, however I don't see that happening. Need more time to recover. I think I'll have to run the less intense 12 week multi-marathon cycle to prepare for Phoenix.
I really need to work on droping 5 lbs. over next two weeks.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
A week off. Back to work.
Well, five days of beer, wine, chocolate, and no running, time to get back to work.
Will do 5 tonight and 8 tomorrow; on Monday I'll start on a new cycle.
Eleven weeks to Phoenix marathon.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Marathon #9-Washington DC
October 26th, 2008
Marine Corp Marathon
Washington, DC
When my running mate suggested the Marine Corp Marathon (MCM), I immediately checked the weather history. The gun time starting temperature had been in the upper 40s in four of the last five races. Of my eight previous marathons, only once was the gun time temperature in upper 40s, the day I qualified for Boston.
Secondly I checked the hill profile. Overall, it was moderate with a 160 foot climb from mile 1 to 3. A gentil decline to 5, then another 120 vertical feet from 6 to 8 followed by a sharp 140 foot descent to nine. From there, flat as a pancake until mile 26. Ominously, there was an 80 foot climb up the last quarter mile across the finish line.
To run the hills well, I decided to drop any additional weight I was carrying. Anyone who as ever eaten lunch with me knows this wasn't going to happen by reducing my calorie consumption. Instead I added some cross training by swimming and biking. It did the trick; I dropped five pounds in the first month. Down to skin and bones, I then switch to nightly 3-4 mile walks to maintain an optimal weight. I quickly saw the effects in my training runs. I set training records for both speed and endurance. I dropped a full five minutes off my standard 20 mile long runs. My VOmax speed workouts were down to six minute miles. The reduced weight also helped my recoveries. I had much less strain and pull on my body following hard workouts. Two weeks out, I had full confidence that I would post a personal record (PR), and probably finish around 3:10. The only remaining variable was the weather.
Ten days out the forecast was terrible. Low in upper 50s, high in upper 70s. Over the next week the forecast waxed and waned from terrible to good to moderate. The night before the race the final forecast averaged to moderate. Averaged because the starting time forecast was good: 50 degrees with a west wind. However, the finish time forecast was bad: close to 70 with a maxed 10 UV index. I had run in that condition more than once.
When standing in the shade with 65-70 temperatures, it's feels a bit chilly. When standing in the strong sun, it's warm and nice. But when running 26 miles at close to a 7:00 min/mile pace, it's just bloody hot! This would be especially true for MCM because of the late start. Most marathons start right before the 7:00 a.m. dawn. It is actually still slightly dark during the first three miles. The MCM doesn't start till 8:00. This meant that I would still be on the course at 11:00 as the sun was reaching its apex in a cloudless sky.
The gun, or in this case howitzer, fired at 8:00 and we were off. I ran a casual stride next to the corporate sponsored 3:10 pace leader. As we began the first incline, he advanced 10 yards in front of me. Then 20 yards, 40 yards, at the first hill crest, I was 80 yards behind the pacer and feeling fatigued. Damn! What was happening? After all my intense and focused high quality training, I was struggling to stay with the 3:10 pace group at mile 3?!
As we descended to mile 5, I closed the gap to 50 yards. But as we began the second incline to mile 8, I again fell about 80 yards back and was slightly pushing the effort. As we approached the half way point, I was still 80 yards back; I assumed I was about a minute behind my 3:10 goal pace and my fatigue felt like mile 16, not 13. When I stepped on the timing mat at exactly the 13.1 mile halfway point, I looked at my watch for the first time, 1:33:59. "What the Hell?!" I wasn't a minute behind a 3:10 pace; I was a minute head! The runner next to me looked at his GPS watch and said, "The pace leader is on a 3:07 pace. We have averaged 7:08 min/mile." No wonder I felt fatigued, our pacer had powered up twenty-five stories of incline at 7 minutes per mile!
Mentally, I was split. The fastest half-marathon I had ever run was 1:33:40 on a cold winter day on a much flatter course. I just ran a 1:34 with 250 feet of incline in much warmer conditions. I was in top shape! However, I also knew that I would probably pay for this effort with a pound of flesh come mile 20. I completely ignored the pacer, raised my eyes above the horizon and began to stride my own pace. At mile 15 I unexpectedly found myself within 10 yards of the pace leader. However, it was now almost 10:00 a.m and the sun's intensity was growing. I came to a complete stop at the mile 15 water table to get two full cups in me. The pacer leader ran straight through and was 80 yards ahead again. At mile 17, I again closed the gap to 10 yards, stopped for two full cups and dropped 80 yards back. At mile 19, for a third time, less than 10 yard gap off the pacer leader, two cups, and a football field back.
As we were coming to 20, the heaviness in my legs turned to cramps in my quads. I knew this was coming but I hoped to delay the onset until about mile 23. I was willing to endure the pain for the last 20 minute stretch. But with six and half miles remaining, I dropped off the pace.
I limped along in a world of hurt for the last six miles to finish in 3:25:25 placing 920 out of 18,273 finishers.
Though running with a different group, my running mate John had an identical race. He too finished 15 minutes off his planned pace; he also ran faster than planned through the hills, not because of a mad pace leader, but because he felt strong. Like me, he cramped about mile 18 and struggled in the last fourth. However, he was completely frustrated with his results, I was more than happy.
John is a highly disciplined pacer. He holds in a reserve the first 20 miles or so, then lets loose. He castigated himself for not holding back through the hill section, and running the second half of the course in a faster time. I completely disagree. O.K., maybe on a cold day that is a sound strategy. But you can't expect to run a negative split when the apparent temperature rises about 20 degrees.
Yes, I was a significant 15 minutes off the pace I trained to run. But in absolute terms, this was my second fastest marathon, and I finished in the top five percent. In some ways, this was my best marathon. Given the hills and weather, I probably ran stronger than ever. I still think I am in 3:10 shape, and come the Phoenix marathon in January, I will once again go out to run it.
David
Marine Corp Marathon
Washington, DC
When my running mate suggested the Marine Corp Marathon (MCM), I immediately checked the weather history. The gun time starting temperature had been in the upper 40s in four of the last five races. Of my eight previous marathons, only once was the gun time temperature in upper 40s, the day I qualified for Boston.
Secondly I checked the hill profile. Overall, it was moderate with a 160 foot climb from mile 1 to 3. A gentil decline to 5, then another 120 vertical feet from 6 to 8 followed by a sharp 140 foot descent to nine. From there, flat as a pancake until mile 26. Ominously, there was an 80 foot climb up the last quarter mile across the finish line.
To run the hills well, I decided to drop any additional weight I was carrying. Anyone who as ever eaten lunch with me knows this wasn't going to happen by reducing my calorie consumption. Instead I added some cross training by swimming and biking. It did the trick; I dropped five pounds in the first month. Down to skin and bones, I then switch to nightly 3-4 mile walks to maintain an optimal weight. I quickly saw the effects in my training runs. I set training records for both speed and endurance. I dropped a full five minutes off my standard 20 mile long runs. My VOmax speed workouts were down to six minute miles. The reduced weight also helped my recoveries. I had much less strain and pull on my body following hard workouts. Two weeks out, I had full confidence that I would post a personal record (PR), and probably finish around 3:10. The only remaining variable was the weather.
Ten days out the forecast was terrible. Low in upper 50s, high in upper 70s. Over the next week the forecast waxed and waned from terrible to good to moderate. The night before the race the final forecast averaged to moderate. Averaged because the starting time forecast was good: 50 degrees with a west wind. However, the finish time forecast was bad: close to 70 with a maxed 10 UV index. I had run in that condition more than once.
When standing in the shade with 65-70 temperatures, it's feels a bit chilly. When standing in the strong sun, it's warm and nice. But when running 26 miles at close to a 7:00 min/mile pace, it's just bloody hot! This would be especially true for MCM because of the late start. Most marathons start right before the 7:00 a.m. dawn. It is actually still slightly dark during the first three miles. The MCM doesn't start till 8:00. This meant that I would still be on the course at 11:00 as the sun was reaching its apex in a cloudless sky.
The gun, or in this case howitzer, fired at 8:00 and we were off. I ran a casual stride next to the corporate sponsored 3:10 pace leader. As we began the first incline, he advanced 10 yards in front of me. Then 20 yards, 40 yards, at the first hill crest, I was 80 yards behind the pacer and feeling fatigued. Damn! What was happening? After all my intense and focused high quality training, I was struggling to stay with the 3:10 pace group at mile 3?!
As we descended to mile 5, I closed the gap to 50 yards. But as we began the second incline to mile 8, I again fell about 80 yards back and was slightly pushing the effort. As we approached the half way point, I was still 80 yards back; I assumed I was about a minute behind my 3:10 goal pace and my fatigue felt like mile 16, not 13. When I stepped on the timing mat at exactly the 13.1 mile halfway point, I looked at my watch for the first time, 1:33:59. "What the Hell?!" I wasn't a minute behind a 3:10 pace; I was a minute head! The runner next to me looked at his GPS watch and said, "The pace leader is on a 3:07 pace. We have averaged 7:08 min/mile." No wonder I felt fatigued, our pacer had powered up twenty-five stories of incline at 7 minutes per mile!
Mentally, I was split. The fastest half-marathon I had ever run was 1:33:40 on a cold winter day on a much flatter course. I just ran a 1:34 with 250 feet of incline in much warmer conditions. I was in top shape! However, I also knew that I would probably pay for this effort with a pound of flesh come mile 20. I completely ignored the pacer, raised my eyes above the horizon and began to stride my own pace. At mile 15 I unexpectedly found myself within 10 yards of the pace leader. However, it was now almost 10:00 a.m and the sun's intensity was growing. I came to a complete stop at the mile 15 water table to get two full cups in me. The pacer leader ran straight through and was 80 yards ahead again. At mile 17, I again closed the gap to 10 yards, stopped for two full cups and dropped 80 yards back. At mile 19, for a third time, less than 10 yard gap off the pacer leader, two cups, and a football field back.
As we were coming to 20, the heaviness in my legs turned to cramps in my quads. I knew this was coming but I hoped to delay the onset until about mile 23. I was willing to endure the pain for the last 20 minute stretch. But with six and half miles remaining, I dropped off the pace.
I limped along in a world of hurt for the last six miles to finish in 3:25:25 placing 920 out of 18,273 finishers.
Though running with a different group, my running mate John had an identical race. He too finished 15 minutes off his planned pace; he also ran faster than planned through the hills, not because of a mad pace leader, but because he felt strong. Like me, he cramped about mile 18 and struggled in the last fourth. However, he was completely frustrated with his results, I was more than happy.
John is a highly disciplined pacer. He holds in a reserve the first 20 miles or so, then lets loose. He castigated himself for not holding back through the hill section, and running the second half of the course in a faster time. I completely disagree. O.K., maybe on a cold day that is a sound strategy. But you can't expect to run a negative split when the apparent temperature rises about 20 degrees.
Yes, I was a significant 15 minutes off the pace I trained to run. But in absolute terms, this was my second fastest marathon, and I finished in the top five percent. In some ways, this was my best marathon. Given the hills and weather, I probably ran stronger than ever. I still think I am in 3:10 shape, and come the Phoenix marathon in January, I will once again go out to run it.
David
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Tapering
Every cycle I get excited about tapering; and every cycle I know the
first week is not exactly a taper as it has 60 miles with some hard
runs.
There's a 10k at full speed, some vomax, and a 17 miler. This
cycle was no exception; it was a hard week. The 10k took a lot out of
me.
The 17 miler was tough as a high presure caused high humidity. It
will nice to really taper down to 43 miles this week.
first week is not exactly a taper as it has 60 miles with some hard
runs.
There's a 10k at full speed, some vomax, and a 17 miler. This
cycle was no exception; it was a hard week. The 10k took a lot out of
me.
The 17 miler was tough as a high presure caused high humidity. It
will nice to really taper down to 43 miles this week.
Monday, September 22, 2008
21 miler
I had been treading the 21 miler long run all week. Saturday morning, I did a 5k in the a.m. with J.
"It was a all girls race ("You go girl") She has beautiful form, perfect pacing. Nice even 16 min / miles (10 min / kms). Finished full three miles non stop and could have easily gone another mile. Most importantly, she said it was great fun. Her official results were14:55 per mile., but she was smart and didn't worry about speed. It's hard to teach adults, let alone children, it's about building a base. Shit, I'm still trying to learn. "
Went to do my 21 miler about 11:00. Ran well, but a little too fast. Finished in 2:59 flat (99 + 80 minutes). Wasn't able to finish a 14 miler next day. Called it quits at 3 figuring that I wasn't doing myself any benefit and just need a recover run.
"It was a all girls race ("You go girl") She has beautiful form, perfect pacing. Nice even 16 min / miles (10 min / kms). Finished full three miles non stop and could have easily gone another mile. Most importantly, she said it was great fun. Her official results were14:55 per mile., but she was smart and didn't worry about speed. It's hard to teach adults, let alone children, it's about building a base. Shit, I'm still trying to learn. "
Went to do my 21 miler about 11:00. Ran well, but a little too fast. Finished in 2:59 flat (99 + 80 minutes). Wasn't able to finish a 14 miler next day. Called it quits at 3 figuring that I wasn't doing myself any benefit and just need a recover run.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Two day break
After a great run Monday, and a 6 mile a.m. / 4 mile p.m split Tuesday, I aborted a 14 miler on Wednesday at mile 8.5. As my schedule had a miler 8 within the week, I just substituted.
I decided that I needed to carb up, and was feeling lethargic. I ate like a pig Wednesday night, and all day Thursday with the plan to run 21 on Friday.
Feeling better, but concerned about adding a pound or two this week due to "going to town" on everything edible. Well see how 21 miler goes.
I decided that I needed to carb up, and was feeling lethargic. I ate like a pig Wednesday night, and all day Thursday with the plan to run 21 on Friday.
Feeling better, but concerned about adding a pound or two this week due to "going to town" on everything edible. Well see how 21 miler goes.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Carbs 2
Last night ate 12 pieces of fruit, five tortillas, and two packages of sushi. Had big baked potato for lunch and five chocalate bars this afternoon.
Today, Will do easy five mile recovery tonight and see how my 21 miler goes Friday afternoon.
Hoping to keep weight down, but have to carb up. If I make it through this week, I should be OK as only two more weeks of serious training follow.
Today, Will do easy five mile recovery tonight and see how my 21 miler goes Friday afternoon.
Hoping to keep weight down, but have to carb up. If I make it through this week, I should be OK as only two more weeks of serious training follow.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Carbs
I set a goal of losing 12-15 pounds for the Marine Corp marathon. So far so good. Down about 8-10 pounds and running better than ever.
My plan was to eat low carbs any day proceeding a run of 15 miles are less. It caught up with me today. I did a hard 12 on Monday, and 6 mile a.m. / 4 mile p.m yesterday.
Planned to do 14 during lunch today. Called it quits at 9. Just couldn't move, felt lethargic. Will carb up next two todays as I try to make up the 14 miler, and have a scheduled 21 miler Friday.
My plan was to eat low carbs any day proceeding a run of 15 miles are less. It caught up with me today. I did a hard 12 on Monday, and 6 mile a.m. / 4 mile p.m yesterday.
Planned to do 14 during lunch today. Called it quits at 9. Just couldn't move, felt lethargic. Will carb up next two todays as I try to make up the 14 miler, and have a scheduled 21 miler Friday.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Marathon #8-Gold Coast, Au
July 11th, 2008
Gold Coast, Australia
I optimistically prepared for all my previous marathons with just one apprehension, the weather. For this run, the weather was the only optimistic variable.
This was my third marathon in six months. Having done Boston just 11 weeks earlier, I prepared with a short 10 week training cycle instead of my usual 15-18. Boston itself was only 12 weeks after Houston and I had a reduced training cycle for it as well. I had not run a complete, and varied, macro training cycle for six months.
My greatest trepidation was the journey. The marathon was just six days after I arrived in Australia. Having made this trip a half dozen times, I knew I would be fatigued after the 27 hour point-to-point transcontinental trip. When I arrived last year, my ankles had swollen to the size of Krispy Cream doughnuts after sitting rolled-up in coach for the 15 hour LA to Sydney segment. They stayed swollen for a week.
I was also concerned about the logistics. Back in February I discussed the marathon with my wife, which means I asked permission to fly up north for a weekend during our trip. To my surprise, my wife responded that it would be great; the Gold Coast has much to see and do. So much so that my wife decided she would come, with: my children, my mother, her mother and father, her sister and brother in-law, her cousin Bronwyn and husband Bob, their three children, Bronwyn's mum and dad, and uncle Richard. We could stay the whole week! There was the natural wildlife bush walk, sea world, the beach swims, and much much more! Certainly a great family outing, but not exactly optimal preparation for a 26.2 mile race.
I became so pessimistic about running a good race, that with just four weeks remaining in my training cycle I decided to switch to the half-marathon. I called my friend John who was preparing for the San Fran marathon. After listening to my lamentations, he concurred and thought I was making the right decision, "Hey, do what you have to do, wussy. Why do the half, maybe they have a two mile senior citizens walk. Perhaps a mom can make room in her baby jogging stroller and push you." Needless to say, I finished my training cycle preparing to run the full marathon.
At least I could be optimistic about the weather. Being on the other side of the equator, it would be the middle of winter. I had been web-surfing the weather in Sydney; the lows were in the 40s, and the highs upper 50s to low 60s. As the Gold Coast was 500 miles to the north, I safely assumed it would be just as cold, and probably colder. Unfortunately, the trip was DownUnder; I should have known that everything would come to fruition in the opposite.
Though I certainly was not in better shape than when I posted my 3:18 in Houston six months earlier, I felt I had maintained that condition. Most corporate sponsors have pace runners staggered every 10 minutes: 3:00, 3:10, 3:20, etc. Gold Coast had 15 minute intervals, 3:00, 3:15, 3:30. With good conditions 3:15 was a good goal as it would be a PR.
For the long flight, I bought airplane compression socks. They go knee high and fit very tightly to induce circulation and prevent blood clotting. They did the trick. My ankles were fine and I ran a nice six mile training run just two days after arriving. A couple Tylenol PM helped me get six hours sleep on the plane which abated my jet lag.
When we arrived at the Gold Coast, the sun was shining and it was a nice 72 degrees. I forgot that in the southern hemisphere, it warms as you go north. The week's forecast called for lows in upper 50s, and highs just above 70. Wonderful for a vacation, less than optimal for setting a marathon PR.
The day before the race, my wife gave me the whole day off. After three days of trekking through various site-seeing destinations, I was allowed to sit at home and stay off my feet while she and the clan hit the sites. I felt good and had no apprehension about fatigue pre-race. Saturday it rained on and off all day. The same was forecasted for race morning.
At dawn the streets were wet and puddled from the day before. It was 57, with 80% humidity, but overcast. Robert De Castella, Australian running legend and a Boston marathon winner, was the starter. After a pep-talk he warned, "It's hot and humid today, well for a marathon; go out slow for the race begins at the half way point." At that, we were off.
By mile 1 the 3:15 pacer was 30 meters ahead of me. Due to congestion this didn't bother me. By mile two, 50 meters. Coming to mile four he was 100 meters ahead. This really dampened my spirits. I felt I was running OK, but I figured I must have slow leg turnover. I hit the mile four split in 29:48, right on pace (just 2 seconds off)! I guess the 3:15 pacer ate a large vegemite breakfast and was going to run his own pace. Good for him, not much help to me.
By mile five I was right on pace, but sweating too much. It then started to drizzle and the air felt heavy. At mile eight I slowed at a water station to refill the handheld bottle of Gatoraid I had been carrying. I guess in Australia, they take water station literally, just water, no Gatoraid or any other electrolyte. This was going to be a problem as dehydration was a probability. I slowed my pace.
I past the half-marathon mark in 1:39:42, right at a 3:20 pace. However, the clouds had partied; the sun began to shine through brightly. At mile 16 I was showing signs of dehydration as my pulse increased and my breathing was shallow. At 18.5, I locked-up. I slowed to 10:00 min/ miles the last seven long miles.
I finished in 3:38:38 placing 863 out of 3630 finishers. Overall, I was ambivalent. I had a respectable time and finished in top 25%, but why off my potential. It was great to run an international event. Surprisingly, one of the most interesting aspects were these two post-race anecdotes.
While waiting to pickup my post-race bag, I stood next to what seemed like a homeless man. He had a long scraggly beard and looked emaciated. Then a young tall well-shaped Australian blond approached and he asked her with an Australian accent,
"How'd you do?"
"3:58:59, I was ecstatic. So what's that for you 168?" she asked.
"Yeah, 168," he replied.
After thinking about it for a few seconds I asked if he meant 168 marathons. "Yeah." I asked how old he was and he said 57. When I expressed my astonishment, he added, "Yeah, there is a group of six of us here that have run over 100. One guy over 200." Doing the math, that's running a marathon every other month for 30 years straight!
Secondly, cousin Bronwyn had several times mentioned her friend Talitha. Talitha was a 1500 meter runner in college and had represented Australia in the Commonwealth games. Now in her old age, 36, she wanted to see if she could to a marathon. I gave Bronwyn tidbits of advice to pass on to Talitha.Bronwyn told me something Talitha was doing, personal hydration bottles. For a $ 5 fee, the day before the race you could give race organizers up to five personal drinking bottles filled with your liquid of choice (i.e. Gatoraid). They would place them on special tables along the course, each table outlined with a color and numbered matrix to locate your bottle. I thought to myself, "The odds of your bottle actually being there come race day, less than 50%. Besides, what serious runner has time to stop and actually find it?" Little did I know.
The Monday after the race, the local paper published all the results in finishing place order. 863 David G. Jones 40-44 Male 3:38:38864 Talitha Crawford 35-39 Female 3:38:40 What are the odds!?
David Jones
Gold Coast, Australia
I optimistically prepared for all my previous marathons with just one apprehension, the weather. For this run, the weather was the only optimistic variable.
This was my third marathon in six months. Having done Boston just 11 weeks earlier, I prepared with a short 10 week training cycle instead of my usual 15-18. Boston itself was only 12 weeks after Houston and I had a reduced training cycle for it as well. I had not run a complete, and varied, macro training cycle for six months.
My greatest trepidation was the journey. The marathon was just six days after I arrived in Australia. Having made this trip a half dozen times, I knew I would be fatigued after the 27 hour point-to-point transcontinental trip. When I arrived last year, my ankles had swollen to the size of Krispy Cream doughnuts after sitting rolled-up in coach for the 15 hour LA to Sydney segment. They stayed swollen for a week.
I was also concerned about the logistics. Back in February I discussed the marathon with my wife, which means I asked permission to fly up north for a weekend during our trip. To my surprise, my wife responded that it would be great; the Gold Coast has much to see and do. So much so that my wife decided she would come, with: my children, my mother, her mother and father, her sister and brother in-law, her cousin Bronwyn and husband Bob, their three children, Bronwyn's mum and dad, and uncle Richard. We could stay the whole week! There was the natural wildlife bush walk, sea world, the beach swims, and much much more! Certainly a great family outing, but not exactly optimal preparation for a 26.2 mile race.
I became so pessimistic about running a good race, that with just four weeks remaining in my training cycle I decided to switch to the half-marathon. I called my friend John who was preparing for the San Fran marathon. After listening to my lamentations, he concurred and thought I was making the right decision, "Hey, do what you have to do, wussy. Why do the half, maybe they have a two mile senior citizens walk. Perhaps a mom can make room in her baby jogging stroller and push you." Needless to say, I finished my training cycle preparing to run the full marathon.
At least I could be optimistic about the weather. Being on the other side of the equator, it would be the middle of winter. I had been web-surfing the weather in Sydney; the lows were in the 40s, and the highs upper 50s to low 60s. As the Gold Coast was 500 miles to the north, I safely assumed it would be just as cold, and probably colder. Unfortunately, the trip was DownUnder; I should have known that everything would come to fruition in the opposite.
Though I certainly was not in better shape than when I posted my 3:18 in Houston six months earlier, I felt I had maintained that condition. Most corporate sponsors have pace runners staggered every 10 minutes: 3:00, 3:10, 3:20, etc. Gold Coast had 15 minute intervals, 3:00, 3:15, 3:30. With good conditions 3:15 was a good goal as it would be a PR.
For the long flight, I bought airplane compression socks. They go knee high and fit very tightly to induce circulation and prevent blood clotting. They did the trick. My ankles were fine and I ran a nice six mile training run just two days after arriving. A couple Tylenol PM helped me get six hours sleep on the plane which abated my jet lag.
When we arrived at the Gold Coast, the sun was shining and it was a nice 72 degrees. I forgot that in the southern hemisphere, it warms as you go north. The week's forecast called for lows in upper 50s, and highs just above 70. Wonderful for a vacation, less than optimal for setting a marathon PR.
The day before the race, my wife gave me the whole day off. After three days of trekking through various site-seeing destinations, I was allowed to sit at home and stay off my feet while she and the clan hit the sites. I felt good and had no apprehension about fatigue pre-race. Saturday it rained on and off all day. The same was forecasted for race morning.
At dawn the streets were wet and puddled from the day before. It was 57, with 80% humidity, but overcast. Robert De Castella, Australian running legend and a Boston marathon winner, was the starter. After a pep-talk he warned, "It's hot and humid today, well for a marathon; go out slow for the race begins at the half way point." At that, we were off.
By mile 1 the 3:15 pacer was 30 meters ahead of me. Due to congestion this didn't bother me. By mile two, 50 meters. Coming to mile four he was 100 meters ahead. This really dampened my spirits. I felt I was running OK, but I figured I must have slow leg turnover. I hit the mile four split in 29:48, right on pace (just 2 seconds off)! I guess the 3:15 pacer ate a large vegemite breakfast and was going to run his own pace. Good for him, not much help to me.
By mile five I was right on pace, but sweating too much. It then started to drizzle and the air felt heavy. At mile eight I slowed at a water station to refill the handheld bottle of Gatoraid I had been carrying. I guess in Australia, they take water station literally, just water, no Gatoraid or any other electrolyte. This was going to be a problem as dehydration was a probability. I slowed my pace.
I past the half-marathon mark in 1:39:42, right at a 3:20 pace. However, the clouds had partied; the sun began to shine through brightly. At mile 16 I was showing signs of dehydration as my pulse increased and my breathing was shallow. At 18.5, I locked-up. I slowed to 10:00 min/ miles the last seven long miles.
I finished in 3:38:38 placing 863 out of 3630 finishers. Overall, I was ambivalent. I had a respectable time and finished in top 25%, but why off my potential. It was great to run an international event. Surprisingly, one of the most interesting aspects were these two post-race anecdotes.
While waiting to pickup my post-race bag, I stood next to what seemed like a homeless man. He had a long scraggly beard and looked emaciated. Then a young tall well-shaped Australian blond approached and he asked her with an Australian accent,
"How'd you do?"
"3:58:59, I was ecstatic. So what's that for you 168?" she asked.
"Yeah, 168," he replied.
After thinking about it for a few seconds I asked if he meant 168 marathons. "Yeah." I asked how old he was and he said 57. When I expressed my astonishment, he added, "Yeah, there is a group of six of us here that have run over 100. One guy over 200." Doing the math, that's running a marathon every other month for 30 years straight!
Secondly, cousin Bronwyn had several times mentioned her friend Talitha. Talitha was a 1500 meter runner in college and had represented Australia in the Commonwealth games. Now in her old age, 36, she wanted to see if she could to a marathon. I gave Bronwyn tidbits of advice to pass on to Talitha.Bronwyn told me something Talitha was doing, personal hydration bottles. For a $ 5 fee, the day before the race you could give race organizers up to five personal drinking bottles filled with your liquid of choice (i.e. Gatoraid). They would place them on special tables along the course, each table outlined with a color and numbered matrix to locate your bottle. I thought to myself, "The odds of your bottle actually being there come race day, less than 50%. Besides, what serious runner has time to stop and actually find it?" Little did I know.
The Monday after the race, the local paper published all the results in finishing place order. 863 David G. Jones 40-44 Male 3:38:38864 Talitha Crawford 35-39 Female 3:38:40 What are the odds!?
David Jones
Monday, April 21, 2008
Marathon #7-Boston (That's right baby!)
April 21st
Boston, MA
Almost by definition, you have to post a personal best (PB) the first time you qualify for Boston. When arriving in Bean-Town, most don't expect to set another PB as the course is considered very challenging because of the hill profile. However I made some tactical errors, mainly hydration, in the Houston marathon that cost me at least five minutes in my 3:18 finish. With some work, I was confident of posting a PB in Boston.
Training for the hills seemed easy. With all the treadmill work I do, I could simply download the course elevation profile and mirror it on the treadmill's incline. From the charts, most of the big hills were in the later part of the course; there seemed to be only two hills in the first 14 miles, with the rest relatively flat or even downhill. I had heard from experienced Boston runners that the downhills are what get you. I even once read an article about a runner who trains by elevating the backend of his treadmill on blocks to simulate the downhill pounding the quads can take. I didn't put much stock in this. To me, the downhills seemed a good opportunity to build a buffer early in the race.
For hydration, the owner of the local running store, also a marathoner, suggested carrying a water bottle. I was resistant to the idea of lugging around three extra pounds while simultaneously trying to relax my arms' swing motion. He told me that if I trained with a bottle long enough, I would get accustomed to it. For my entire three month training cycle I trained with a handheld (by strap) water bottle. I never did get use to it. But I did come to believe it could significantly improve my hydration early in the race.
Come race day the only remaining variable was the weather, as always. Seven days out, the forecast was for the low 50s. Four days out, high 50s. Race morning the forecast was for 60 degrees, but with very low humidity. Though the race doesn't begin until 10:00, runners have to bus to the athletes' village at 6:30 and wait under the open air event tent until called to queue.
For the next two hours, I was freezing. Though covered head to toe in ski hat, sweat top and pants, and mittens, I was shivering. The weather was perfect! The forecast had called for clear skies; but race morning it was so overcast that the Army Exhibition Skydiving team had to cancel their planned jump. I turned to a Houston running mate and said, "This weather is perfect." I was going for a sub 3:15 PB time.
At 9:30 the officials called us to queue up in our corrals seeded by qualifying times. My race bib of 7881 placed me in the top 1/3rd of the entrants. Twenty minutes before the start the sun began to peak through. Off went my sweat pants and ski hat. Five minutes before the gun, the sun was out like a day at the beach. When standing in the shade, the air was cool and refreshing. In the direct sunlight, it was a bit toasty.
At 10:00, we were off. The first half mile is a significant downhill and a great chance to pickup 15 seconds. However, with 8,000 runners seeded before me, I was boxed in so much that by mile one I was 15 seconds behind my 3:10 planned pace. Yes, a 3:10 pace. Though having a 3:15 target, I wanted to take advantage of the relatively flat course in the first half.
At mile two I was exactly back on 3:10, but already sweating more than planned. Having to toss my shirt at mile three was not part of my original strategy. But with the light wind combining with the direct sunlight above, I stripped down. At the five mile mark I was still on a 3:10 pace, but my legs were feeling a little heavy. The downhill stress was not a myth. I pulled back to a 3:15 stride. At mile eight I was right on pace. I tossed my empty water bottle and knew from this point forward I would have to stop at each water station to get a full cup.
After the hill at mile 12 I understood that the first half of the course is only relatively flat, relative to the significant hills to come later. In absolute terms, these first 12 miles made the entire Houston course look like a pancake.
At the half way mark I was on a 3:17 pace, and in trouble. At mile 14 I wiped my hand across my face. It was covered in grainy abrasive dirt. Wiping my torso I could feel that I was completely covered in some kind of sand. I looked down and saw it was bright white; I was sweating salt.
I knew the four large Newton hills began at mile 16. I didn't know that at mile 15 there is a ten story descent. When I reached the bottom I was toast. Dehydrated and burning in my quads, I had to slow to ten minute miles.
It's a bad feeling when you are hurting and still have five or six miles left to run. But with eleven miles remaining, I just accepted that I was in for a world of hurt. At mile 20 I felt a bit more encouraged as I only had six miles remaining. At mile 20 I felt great dread as I had six miles remaining.
By mile 22 I began to have plenty of company. About every 100 yards there would be a runner bent over cramped by the side of the road. That was my fear. Though in a lot of pain, my cramps were more burns than sharp pulls. However, the pain had spread from my quads to my hips. At mile 24 I felt an acute stress behind my left knee. But having made it that far, I was resigned to hop on one leg if need be.
Fortunately, my knee stress didn't worsen and I crossed the finish line in 3:48:04, exactly 30 minutes off my personal best of 3:18.
When I arrived back at the hotel, my two Houston running mates had already seen my posted time and began to offer their consolations, oddly enough in a heighten way. It was as if I was one of the immediate bereaved at grandma's funeral. Whenever I would make a race comment, they would just silently respond by tightly pressing their lips together and slowly nod their heads. I almost felt guilty that I felt so wonderful on many levels.
First, I am now officially a Boston marathoner. Though a mark of distinction among runners, it transcends running to a life experience. It's an experience you can't read about or be told. You have to do it. However, unlike going to the top of the Eiffel tower, you can't buy it. It is understood to be the fruition of extraordinary dedication and perseverance.
Secondly, I have a fullness grown out of my respect for the course. It is like squaring off against a worthy adversary. Regardless of the results, you have a satisfaction from the fight. I have no regrets giving it 100% and falling short, rather than having finished in a faster, but less challenging time. And worthy the Boston course is. Another first time Boston marathoner put it this way,
When he started preparing for Boston, his third marathon, some race veterans told him the hills weren't as difficult as their reputation made them out to be. "They were wrong," said Armstrong, … "They are harder, and they do come at a difficult time in the race."
Armstrong said there's no comparison between running a marathon and cycling, either physically or mentally. "You can't compare the pounding of running with the efficiency of a bicycle," he said. "Nothing even comes close to comparing the pain, especially it seems like this course, with a significant amount of downhills ... that really take their toll on the muscles."
Lastly, I was actually happy with both my absolute and relative time. In absolute terms, though way off my PB, 3:48 is still faster than two of my previous marathon times. Given the high temperature hit 62 (I have a big time sunburn) and the significant hills, I am happy with my time.
In relative terms, I ran with the best marathoners in the world and finished in the top 50%. Also in relative terms, I am very happy with the second half of my race. I was more than tempted to walk most of the remaining 10 miles to just finish in four and half hours. Completely dehydrated and cramped, I was quite happy with my time and effort for the second half.
Boston was a great race, a great experience, and a great motivation to continue to run.
David J.
Boston, MA
Almost by definition, you have to post a personal best (PB) the first time you qualify for Boston. When arriving in Bean-Town, most don't expect to set another PB as the course is considered very challenging because of the hill profile. However I made some tactical errors, mainly hydration, in the Houston marathon that cost me at least five minutes in my 3:18 finish. With some work, I was confident of posting a PB in Boston.
Training for the hills seemed easy. With all the treadmill work I do, I could simply download the course elevation profile and mirror it on the treadmill's incline. From the charts, most of the big hills were in the later part of the course; there seemed to be only two hills in the first 14 miles, with the rest relatively flat or even downhill. I had heard from experienced Boston runners that the downhills are what get you. I even once read an article about a runner who trains by elevating the backend of his treadmill on blocks to simulate the downhill pounding the quads can take. I didn't put much stock in this. To me, the downhills seemed a good opportunity to build a buffer early in the race.
For hydration, the owner of the local running store, also a marathoner, suggested carrying a water bottle. I was resistant to the idea of lugging around three extra pounds while simultaneously trying to relax my arms' swing motion. He told me that if I trained with a bottle long enough, I would get accustomed to it. For my entire three month training cycle I trained with a handheld (by strap) water bottle. I never did get use to it. But I did come to believe it could significantly improve my hydration early in the race.
Come race day the only remaining variable was the weather, as always. Seven days out, the forecast was for the low 50s. Four days out, high 50s. Race morning the forecast was for 60 degrees, but with very low humidity. Though the race doesn't begin until 10:00, runners have to bus to the athletes' village at 6:30 and wait under the open air event tent until called to queue.
For the next two hours, I was freezing. Though covered head to toe in ski hat, sweat top and pants, and mittens, I was shivering. The weather was perfect! The forecast had called for clear skies; but race morning it was so overcast that the Army Exhibition Skydiving team had to cancel their planned jump. I turned to a Houston running mate and said, "This weather is perfect." I was going for a sub 3:15 PB time.
At 9:30 the officials called us to queue up in our corrals seeded by qualifying times. My race bib of 7881 placed me in the top 1/3rd of the entrants. Twenty minutes before the start the sun began to peak through. Off went my sweat pants and ski hat. Five minutes before the gun, the sun was out like a day at the beach. When standing in the shade, the air was cool and refreshing. In the direct sunlight, it was a bit toasty.
At 10:00, we were off. The first half mile is a significant downhill and a great chance to pickup 15 seconds. However, with 8,000 runners seeded before me, I was boxed in so much that by mile one I was 15 seconds behind my 3:10 planned pace. Yes, a 3:10 pace. Though having a 3:15 target, I wanted to take advantage of the relatively flat course in the first half.
At mile two I was exactly back on 3:10, but already sweating more than planned. Having to toss my shirt at mile three was not part of my original strategy. But with the light wind combining with the direct sunlight above, I stripped down. At the five mile mark I was still on a 3:10 pace, but my legs were feeling a little heavy. The downhill stress was not a myth. I pulled back to a 3:15 stride. At mile eight I was right on pace. I tossed my empty water bottle and knew from this point forward I would have to stop at each water station to get a full cup.
After the hill at mile 12 I understood that the first half of the course is only relatively flat, relative to the significant hills to come later. In absolute terms, these first 12 miles made the entire Houston course look like a pancake.
At the half way mark I was on a 3:17 pace, and in trouble. At mile 14 I wiped my hand across my face. It was covered in grainy abrasive dirt. Wiping my torso I could feel that I was completely covered in some kind of sand. I looked down and saw it was bright white; I was sweating salt.
I knew the four large Newton hills began at mile 16. I didn't know that at mile 15 there is a ten story descent. When I reached the bottom I was toast. Dehydrated and burning in my quads, I had to slow to ten minute miles.
It's a bad feeling when you are hurting and still have five or six miles left to run. But with eleven miles remaining, I just accepted that I was in for a world of hurt. At mile 20 I felt a bit more encouraged as I only had six miles remaining. At mile 20 I felt great dread as I had six miles remaining.
By mile 22 I began to have plenty of company. About every 100 yards there would be a runner bent over cramped by the side of the road. That was my fear. Though in a lot of pain, my cramps were more burns than sharp pulls. However, the pain had spread from my quads to my hips. At mile 24 I felt an acute stress behind my left knee. But having made it that far, I was resigned to hop on one leg if need be.
Fortunately, my knee stress didn't worsen and I crossed the finish line in 3:48:04, exactly 30 minutes off my personal best of 3:18.
When I arrived back at the hotel, my two Houston running mates had already seen my posted time and began to offer their consolations, oddly enough in a heighten way. It was as if I was one of the immediate bereaved at grandma's funeral. Whenever I would make a race comment, they would just silently respond by tightly pressing their lips together and slowly nod their heads. I almost felt guilty that I felt so wonderful on many levels.
First, I am now officially a Boston marathoner. Though a mark of distinction among runners, it transcends running to a life experience. It's an experience you can't read about or be told. You have to do it. However, unlike going to the top of the Eiffel tower, you can't buy it. It is understood to be the fruition of extraordinary dedication and perseverance.
Secondly, I have a fullness grown out of my respect for the course. It is like squaring off against a worthy adversary. Regardless of the results, you have a satisfaction from the fight. I have no regrets giving it 100% and falling short, rather than having finished in a faster, but less challenging time. And worthy the Boston course is. Another first time Boston marathoner put it this way,
When he started preparing for Boston, his third marathon, some race veterans told him the hills weren't as difficult as their reputation made them out to be. "They were wrong," said Armstrong, … "They are harder, and they do come at a difficult time in the race."
Armstrong said there's no comparison between running a marathon and cycling, either physically or mentally. "You can't compare the pounding of running with the efficiency of a bicycle," he said. "Nothing even comes close to comparing the pain, especially it seems like this course, with a significant amount of downhills ... that really take their toll on the muscles."
Lastly, I was actually happy with both my absolute and relative time. In absolute terms, though way off my PB, 3:48 is still faster than two of my previous marathon times. Given the high temperature hit 62 (I have a big time sunburn) and the significant hills, I am happy with my time.
In relative terms, I ran with the best marathoners in the world and finished in the top 50%. Also in relative terms, I am very happy with the second half of my race. I was more than tempted to walk most of the remaining 10 miles to just finish in four and half hours. Completely dehydrated and cramped, I was quite happy with my time and effort for the second half.
Boston was a great race, a great experience, and a great motivation to continue to run.
David J.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Seabrook Half
Though I have completed all my scheduled mileage, I’ve been malcontented with my training this cycle. My focus has been diminished due to the added stress of working two jobs during tax season. To gauge my conditioning, I went to south Houston to run the Seabrook half-marathon this weekend.
The course was two laps of 6.55 miles on a pine wooded trail. I ended up placing 1st in my age group, and overall 7th out of 412 finishers. I have this little race anecdote to pass on.
Due to the balmy conditions (63 degrees / 90% humidity) at gun time, I carried a handheld water bottle during the first lap for extra hydration. Right before completing the loop, my bottle was empty. I didn’t want to carry my empty bottle the whole of the second lap; however I also didn’t want to toss it as they cost $ 18. A dozen volunteers were standing at the second lap start. I tossed my water bottle to a guy in the middle and said, “I’ll be back in 48 minutes.”
The kick was that I wasn’t wearing a watch. Pre-race I decided to run entirely on “feel”. At the half-way point I actually had no idea what my elapsed time was. But I felt that I was on about a 7:15 min/mile pace. Additionally, having completed the first lap, I knew the course and believed I could maintain my current stride. Accordingly, I figured I would complete the second 6.55 miles in 48 minutes, give or take 30 seconds.
As I approached the finish, the group of volunteers stood clapping and smiling with an amazed bewilderment. It was as if they had just seen David Copperfield make the Statue of Liberty disappear. The guy who caught my water bottle approached me looking at his watch and said, “Amazing! 48 minutes 3 seconds!”. “Pacing,” I replied, “It’s all about pacing.”
Ok, Ok. Maybe I’m embellishing a little. It is true that the bottle cost $ 18. It is also true that I tossed it to the volunteer and said, “I’ll be back in 48 minutes.” It is even true that without the aid of a watch, I actually completed the second half split in 48 minutes 3 seconds, which I learned when the official race results were posted. However, the guy who caught my water bottle was in fact, nowhere to be found. I guess he figured I wasn’t there at the time I stated (3 seconds earlier), so now it his.
David
The course was two laps of 6.55 miles on a pine wooded trail. I ended up placing 1st in my age group, and overall 7th out of 412 finishers. I have this little race anecdote to pass on.
Due to the balmy conditions (63 degrees / 90% humidity) at gun time, I carried a handheld water bottle during the first lap for extra hydration. Right before completing the loop, my bottle was empty. I didn’t want to carry my empty bottle the whole of the second lap; however I also didn’t want to toss it as they cost $ 18. A dozen volunteers were standing at the second lap start. I tossed my water bottle to a guy in the middle and said, “I’ll be back in 48 minutes.”
The kick was that I wasn’t wearing a watch. Pre-race I decided to run entirely on “feel”. At the half-way point I actually had no idea what my elapsed time was. But I felt that I was on about a 7:15 min/mile pace. Additionally, having completed the first lap, I knew the course and believed I could maintain my current stride. Accordingly, I figured I would complete the second 6.55 miles in 48 minutes, give or take 30 seconds.
As I approached the finish, the group of volunteers stood clapping and smiling with an amazed bewilderment. It was as if they had just seen David Copperfield make the Statue of Liberty disappear. The guy who caught my water bottle approached me looking at his watch and said, “Amazing! 48 minutes 3 seconds!”. “Pacing,” I replied, “It’s all about pacing.”
Ok, Ok. Maybe I’m embellishing a little. It is true that the bottle cost $ 18. It is also true that I tossed it to the volunteer and said, “I’ll be back in 48 minutes.” It is even true that without the aid of a watch, I actually completed the second half split in 48 minutes 3 seconds, which I learned when the official race results were posted. However, the guy who caught my water bottle was in fact, nowhere to be found. I guess he figured I wasn’t there at the time I stated (3 seconds earlier), so now it his.
David
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Marathon #6-Houston
January 13th, 2008
Houston Marathon
The fall is a great time to train as the weather turns cooler. There are also several local half-marathon races to gauge conditioning. After training intensely all summer, I had no measure of my progress towards Boston qualifying (BQ). Between Jul and September, it’s hard to find a local race longer than a 10k. Additionally, the heat and humidity significantly skew race results compared to a cold weather event.
In October, I traveled to Houston to run the annual Luke’s Locker Half Marathon. It’s a great baseline race since it is run on a section of the Houston Marathon course. Needing a 3:20 to qualify for Boston, I hoped to run slightly better than half that time (around 1:39). On race day the weather was cold and the course familiar. I surprised myself by posting a 1:33 and finishing in the top 5%. Not only was I prepared to run my BQ time, it appeared I could do better. My friend John ran my time through a half-marathon to full marathon time converter, and the results indicated I could run a 3:15 for a full marathon. With three remaining months to train, I began thinking that a 3:10 might be possible for the Houston Marathon in January.
I consulted some fellow runners and their responses were split between two camps. The first advised against increasing my training which could lead to injury. They recommended just maintaining my base and then on race day, just shooting for my BQ time. The risk was that running faster could cause cramping and then failing to make my BQ. Boston should be challenge enough since less than five percent of all marathoners qualify. The other camp suggested the exact opposite. Their theory was that as long as I could hold a 3:10 pace till mile 20, I would have such a large buffer that I could get Boston despite a possible cramp. I decided to train for 3:10 and then make my final decision come race depending on the weather.
Race morning (7:00 a.m.) the temperature was 48 degrees; ideally I would have preferred the high 30s. However, I wasn’t complaining and was grateful to have a North wind for the first time. I queued up 10 feet behind and to the side of the race sponsored 3:10 pace runner. After the national anthem, we were off. After mile one I was 50 yards behind the pacer, not because of speed, but congestion. Over 17,000 runners started the race and it is easy to get boxed-in. I knew the sagacious path was to relax and wait until mile 8 to catch up. That’s where the half marathon runners break off and head for their finish. This significantly thins the course congestion. Instead, I unwisely fought my way upstream to catch the pacer. My 2nd mile split dropped to a 7:00 minute mile as I weaved in and out of other runners. This probably started a lactic acid buildup.
By mile three I was back with the 3:10 pack running elbow to elbow with 40 other runners. Being in the middle, I found it difficult to run a relaxed stride. However, I didn’t expect that it would also hamper my ability to hit the water stops. I have run with other pace groups, and usually a third to half of the runners will significantly slow at the water tables. This would allow me to slide in front of them to get a cup. However, the 3:10 group is a fairly serious bunch and they run through the water stations at full stride, snatching cups from volunteers. I tried to angle two feet across and was almost run over. As a result, I only hit one water stop in the first eight miles.
By mile nine I found myself running shoulder to shoulder with the pace leader. With nobody in front of us, I was able to find my stride and feel comfortable. I then realized that I could solve my water stop problem by taking a position 10-15 feet in front of the pace group. From mile 9 to 13 this worked great. I felt very comfortable. We went through the half-way split in 1:34:30, a half minute ahead of our goal 3:10 goal. At mile 14 the pace leader accelerated to my side and said, “You’re taking the brunt of this head wind; that’s my job. Why don’t you slide in behind me. Everyone else is packed tightly.” He was right. It didn’t dawn on me that while enjoying the freedom of space, I was spending additional effort against the wind. I eased back a foot behind and to the side of the pacer. This did abate the wind some, but again also made my strides uncomfortable as I literally bumped elbows with another runner.
At mile 16 I began feeling fatigue in my quadriceps. By mile 18 they started to burn. At mile 20, I knew 3:10 was out. Having built a seven minute buffer, I knew I could still qualify for Boston. But with six more miles to go, I knew it would be painful, very painful. From mile 1-20, I had averaged 7:13 min/mile. From 20-26 my average dropped to 8:26 min/mile.
I finished in 3:18:24 and placed 303 out of 5,600 finishers. I go to Boston in April!
Overall, I was thrilled to qualify for Boston. I was also happy with my conditioning. I had strung 20 consecutive miles together with no split greater than 7:18. Aerobically, I felt great. However, I was disappointed with my tactical errors. I should have let the 3:10 pace group go and then slowly caught up at the half way point. Fighting the congestion added muscle fatigue. I should have also hit the water stations early on, even if I had 3 second delays. However, it is those tactical errors that motivate me to continue. I think by next year, with good weather, 3:10 is very possible.
David Jones
Houston Marathon
The fall is a great time to train as the weather turns cooler. There are also several local half-marathon races to gauge conditioning. After training intensely all summer, I had no measure of my progress towards Boston qualifying (BQ). Between Jul and September, it’s hard to find a local race longer than a 10k. Additionally, the heat and humidity significantly skew race results compared to a cold weather event.
In October, I traveled to Houston to run the annual Luke’s Locker Half Marathon. It’s a great baseline race since it is run on a section of the Houston Marathon course. Needing a 3:20 to qualify for Boston, I hoped to run slightly better than half that time (around 1:39). On race day the weather was cold and the course familiar. I surprised myself by posting a 1:33 and finishing in the top 5%. Not only was I prepared to run my BQ time, it appeared I could do better. My friend John ran my time through a half-marathon to full marathon time converter, and the results indicated I could run a 3:15 for a full marathon. With three remaining months to train, I began thinking that a 3:10 might be possible for the Houston Marathon in January.
I consulted some fellow runners and their responses were split between two camps. The first advised against increasing my training which could lead to injury. They recommended just maintaining my base and then on race day, just shooting for my BQ time. The risk was that running faster could cause cramping and then failing to make my BQ. Boston should be challenge enough since less than five percent of all marathoners qualify. The other camp suggested the exact opposite. Their theory was that as long as I could hold a 3:10 pace till mile 20, I would have such a large buffer that I could get Boston despite a possible cramp. I decided to train for 3:10 and then make my final decision come race depending on the weather.
Race morning (7:00 a.m.) the temperature was 48 degrees; ideally I would have preferred the high 30s. However, I wasn’t complaining and was grateful to have a North wind for the first time. I queued up 10 feet behind and to the side of the race sponsored 3:10 pace runner. After the national anthem, we were off. After mile one I was 50 yards behind the pacer, not because of speed, but congestion. Over 17,000 runners started the race and it is easy to get boxed-in. I knew the sagacious path was to relax and wait until mile 8 to catch up. That’s where the half marathon runners break off and head for their finish. This significantly thins the course congestion. Instead, I unwisely fought my way upstream to catch the pacer. My 2nd mile split dropped to a 7:00 minute mile as I weaved in and out of other runners. This probably started a lactic acid buildup.
By mile three I was back with the 3:10 pack running elbow to elbow with 40 other runners. Being in the middle, I found it difficult to run a relaxed stride. However, I didn’t expect that it would also hamper my ability to hit the water stops. I have run with other pace groups, and usually a third to half of the runners will significantly slow at the water tables. This would allow me to slide in front of them to get a cup. However, the 3:10 group is a fairly serious bunch and they run through the water stations at full stride, snatching cups from volunteers. I tried to angle two feet across and was almost run over. As a result, I only hit one water stop in the first eight miles.
By mile nine I found myself running shoulder to shoulder with the pace leader. With nobody in front of us, I was able to find my stride and feel comfortable. I then realized that I could solve my water stop problem by taking a position 10-15 feet in front of the pace group. From mile 9 to 13 this worked great. I felt very comfortable. We went through the half-way split in 1:34:30, a half minute ahead of our goal 3:10 goal. At mile 14 the pace leader accelerated to my side and said, “You’re taking the brunt of this head wind; that’s my job. Why don’t you slide in behind me. Everyone else is packed tightly.” He was right. It didn’t dawn on me that while enjoying the freedom of space, I was spending additional effort against the wind. I eased back a foot behind and to the side of the pacer. This did abate the wind some, but again also made my strides uncomfortable as I literally bumped elbows with another runner.
At mile 16 I began feeling fatigue in my quadriceps. By mile 18 they started to burn. At mile 20, I knew 3:10 was out. Having built a seven minute buffer, I knew I could still qualify for Boston. But with six more miles to go, I knew it would be painful, very painful. From mile 1-20, I had averaged 7:13 min/mile. From 20-26 my average dropped to 8:26 min/mile.
I finished in 3:18:24 and placed 303 out of 5,600 finishers. I go to Boston in April!
Overall, I was thrilled to qualify for Boston. I was also happy with my conditioning. I had strung 20 consecutive miles together with no split greater than 7:18. Aerobically, I felt great. However, I was disappointed with my tactical errors. I should have let the 3:10 pace group go and then slowly caught up at the half way point. Fighting the congestion added muscle fatigue. I should have also hit the water stations early on, even if I had 3 second delays. However, it is those tactical errors that motivate me to continue. I think by next year, with good weather, 3:10 is very possible.
David Jones
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