Monday, December 27, 2010

So.....now what?

Well now that I am confined to a bed for another two and a half months, what on earth am I going to do?
I have already read one book and am working on a second-I have watched countless episodes of friends, west wing, and the office, and have stared off into oblivion as much as possible.

For years I have kicked around the idea of writing a book. A book about some American underdog winning the Boston Marathon, still oddly enough, the big one I have not done yet. I started it once, and had about 20 pages written, but lost the notebook it was in and any desire to continue on.

Now I am sitting in bed and the thoughts are coming back and different plot lines, and I am wanting to write again. However, my right arm is too weak to do any sustained writing, and all we have at the moment is a borrowed iPad that I hear is getting ready to leave us. Our computer has a virus, and no battery, and stinks, stupid Dell. So hopefully I can keep the wheels turning until then, we'll see.

I do have a title though, Third Monday in April....

Friday, December 24, 2010

And Then I was Hit By a Car

Exactly two weeks and one day ago, I was running due east on central half way through seven mile run. I have run this run numerous times and find it fairly enjoyable. Nice, large historic homes line most of the run, and generally there're lots of people out and about. This was one of those afternoons. This quick seven mile tempo was going to put a cap on several days of good training, and I was looking forward to a relaxing evening at home.

There is a slight incline that leads up to Cooper where it hits Central, I was about half way up when everything
I had known was about to change. From behind me I heard screeching tires and a horn blowing. Generally a runner should never have to look behind them because we are to run towards traffic. I was confused at the noise and luckily turned around just in time. I saw a gold car bouncing off another one and headed in my direction. My first thought was jump, but I did not have enough time. I got my right leg up in the air, but the right was not so lucky.

Now before I go further, I need it to be noted that the car that was in the process of wrecking my body had just crossed three lanes of traffic.

I remember the crunch of the metal hood as I rolled over it and then seeing the light of the sky followed by the dark of the ground, and so on two more times before I came to a stop half way in some ones front yard and the side walk. The car that struck me ended up on a living room.

I tried to sit up and take stock but that proved difficult.I wish I could say I was having brilliant visions,but it was much more practical. I could see that my lower left leg was pointing in directions it never had before, but I couldn't sit up any longer. At this point people were gathering around. I could feel the blood coming down my face, but my head was not hurting which was a good sign, but the blood was pouring none the less. I checked my mouth and all my teeth were there, so that was good, but my shoulder felt like it was going to explode. As I lay there, I could also tell that my abdomen was okay, and so I assumed no internal bleeding, which I was correct in myself assessment. Though in obscene amounts of pain, I figured I was going to live and began comminicating with everyone.

My first concern was making sure my wife knew, but I was just blabbering out how I was worried because she had all the boys to take care of. Then came my blabbering about how I had just run the New York City marathon, and had done very well. At this point I just wanted the ambulance to be there and the pain meds to start flowing. There was a very nice man by the name of WC who held my hand and talked me through much of the waiting.

I was thinking about my family and my job and doing the best I could to hold it together as I realized the predicament we were now in. To say I was not thinking about my running would be a lie from hell itself. I was in outstanding shape and getting faster. I was going to tackle an injury free winter, and kill it in the coming year, that was gone. Even then, the sparks of motivation began to swell up, and I wAs ready to kick this thing in the tail.

I had a pretty good grasp on the fact that I was not about to die, but I knew it was a close one. Though Iam ready to see Christ, not sure that I wanted it to be that day though.

Finally the medics showed up and I knew pain meds were coming...wrong. They were unsure if I had knocked my marbles loose, so nothing for the time being. Have i mentioned that my shoulder was really hurting? They took me to the Med which FYI, if you are in Memphis area and you here someone is going to the med, it's bad.

The rest of the night was a blur of pain,friends,doctors,and blood. Our church showed up in true form to help Monica. My dad had to make a quick dash back from Nashville, my mom however was not so lucky as she was stuck in Singapore for several days.
My wife was a rock and did great in the ER and without her I would have been a mess.

At about one am they put my leg back together. In had two breaks in my left tibia and one in the fibia, two of which decided to show themselves outside of my skin. We found out that my right humorous was broken clean in two just below my shoulder, hence the pain. I ended up with two surgeries, several screws, a plate, and a rod in me when all was said and done.

It was a long week in the hospital but it will be an even longer time at home. Because of the shoulder break, I cannot put any weight on it for three months, which means no walking for that amount of time also. Boo hoo. I am more concerned with not being able to help my wife, and not being able to play with the boys. All of this over Christmas. My wife gets no breaks and zero time off, she has to take care of me and the boys all day, every day. Let's just I am slightly more than perturbed at this. Justice will eventually play out.

I will run again, and I will run well again.

I can't say I am not different because I am. I am discovering what that is, and hope that it makes me a better person. I will say my drive for all things is intensified, now if I can just get out of bed...

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Something Mysterious

I have been called an idiot. I have been called crazy, and well some have even declared me to be Forest Gump. Running is not mainstream-at least my kind of running. Something has truly dawned on me over this past marathon experience and current recovery time. I love this sport. I love running. I have even come to the point where I enjoy the gut wrenching, stomach heaving workouts. It is now easy to embrace the frigid waters of an ice bath.

There is something so soothing about running. Something so startlingly independent, that it forces you to review yourself and take stock at who you have become each time you step foot out the door. You can only imagine you are running with the lead group so many times at the Olympics before your mind drives itself into self healing mode.

That is why it is so interesting to hear from so many people about how they could never do what I, or so many others do, and that is run. What is stopping people? Has the air outside become unbreathable? Will martians zap you from space if you elect to step outside your door for a few miles? Egads, could someone even see you without makeup, trendy clothes, or maybe even see you moving slowly and suffering if you took the risk to go for a run?

Our society has sadly not embraced the ideals of running, and in particular, distance running. When the Olympics are on we glue ourselves to the TV to watch a few guys run 100 meters in less than 10 seconds, that is about all we can handle. Sometimes, a select few will watch guys run a mile, or maybe even a little more if there is a pit of water and immovable hurdles to be jumped over. Sadly when the events get above 5k, most people just tune out.

What is sad is that most of society fail to realize that they could experience everything those elite runners are doing, just simply not on a huge stage. Who does not wrestle with self doubt? What person can say that they fear not completing something. Who does not struggle with being embarrassed for taking a risk? So to say that you could never be like "those" people is not true, chance are, you are much more like them than you think.

Would it not be great if instead of talking to others about running, you would hear, "Wow that's great that you are doing that, Hmmm, maybe I will get out and run to the end of the street tomorrow and see how that goes?" Could it even be possible we see culture reshaped by people stepping out of norms and risking it to go for a run? Why there could even spring new relationships and opportunities for community if people left the stair master, or their couch, and went out for a jog with friends. Running is more than a love for me, it is a passion, and who doesn't wish to see that which they are passionate about play out in the lives of others? Meanwhile I am going to go for a run, and imagine taking Haile Gebressalessie (I will never spell that right) to the line, well at least for a little bit.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Of Hurt, and Dreams

The reality is that I am not going to qualify for the trails. The time simply does not exist, and my responsibilities are far too great. That being said, my passion for running is unparalleled compared to any point in my life at the moment, so I will continue to run, and continue to pursue even faster times.
That being said-here is the story of one of the greatest moments of my life, told by the guy who lived it. The guy who worked 60 hour weeks, helped raise his 3 sons, and found some time to run, here it is- The 2010 ING New York City Marathon-

This was my Olympics, my trails, and my world championships, at least to this point. Raised to revere and respect this marathon, it was on the bucket list, and I have now been to the mountain top. This is the story of all 26.2 miles, so enjoy, or don't, but realize, I poured everything I had into this attempt, and had the time of my life. This is the story of the race, not the expo, or the training, or what I ate the night before. This is the story of a pursuit and an accomplishment, all beginning at a cold and windy Fort Wadsworth on Staten Island.

Cramming 45,000 people plus volunteers onto a small slot of land is a logistical masterpiece. Finding a way for us 45,000 to stay warm, was a simple issue of how uncomfortable were you willing to be. There were not many tents for us to cram into, but cram we did. I managed to find some plastic wrap to sit on in a tent, and quickly found myself between a woman in a sleeping bag reading a book, a lady from another country sleeping on a cardboard box, and two very hairy legged men standing directly in front of me. Thankfully I had my blackberry with me, and was able to kill some time. Outside the tent the wind was blowing at around 12 mph, and it was about 35 degrees out there. For two hours or so, I managed my spot until it was time to head to the starting corral staging area. I dropped of my bag of clothes and what not that I would change into after the race and headed to my corral.

I was in the first corral of the orange line, wave 1. There are three waves and each started 30 minutes behind the other. Basically I started when all the pros started, an issue that was truthfully very important to me. In our corral staging area I met a really nice guy from London named Lee, and he and I kept each other company as we worked our way onto the Verrazano Narrows bridge. This I think was good, as it kept my nerves calm, and probably his as well. As the time approached to start, we all slowly de robed and tossed our clothing to be donated to charity to the road side. I was wearing a Fleet Feet top and my gray shorts, blue sunglasses, and red hat that I did not expect to last long after the start. Before we knew it, the national anthem was being sung, and we were getting ready to start.

Before us lay the Verrazano Narrows Bridge, the longest suspension bridge in the United States. One mile of uphill awaited us, and then a really fast mile down the other side. The cannon went off, the bridge shook, and we were running. In marathons, I always start towards the back of my corral to avoid the temptation of running too fast at the start. However, before I started making my move to the front, I had to see the pros go by. They were on the other side of the bridge, and would quickly overtake us on that side. I saw Meb Keflezghi, last years winner, and American, and gave him a shout of encouragement, in return, I got a fist pump! How awesome. I also made sure to get a shout out Dathan Ritzenhein on the other side of him. Most importantly, I caught a glimpse of Haile Gebressalessie, the greatest marathoner of our time, and probably of all time. He was in the front, and I assumed he would stay there, but he didnt, he faded, and dropped out at mile 16. A truly tragic ending to one of the greatest runners of all time's career.

I spent the majority of the first mile trying to stay calm, and to make my way past slower runners. I took a look to the left at the Manhattan sklyine in the distance, and unlike most other runners, I did not think, "gee, how beautiful," but instead," oh dear lord, that is a long freaking way off". I went through the first mile about 20 seconds off pace which is perfect. By this point we were beginning to space out pretty well, and I was trying to settle in, but we were zooming down the other side of the bridge and into Brooklyn at this point. I may have run the second mile in less than 6 minutes, but I am not entirely sure. However I was about to encounter the crowds of Brooklyn, and that was to set my pace ablaze.

As we worked our way onto Fourth Avenue, the crowds were several deep and stretched on and on. They were loud, cheerful, and not at all upset their road was closed. I could tell at this point that I was moving pretty quickly, and by mile five realized that I was on pace to go under 2:40-the goal I had set myself to aim for in order to continue training for the trails. I was trying to control myself, by staying with whichever runner I caught up to for at least several strides, but each one seemed to fade as I caught them, so I just kept going. The crowds in Brooklyn were relentless. There were bands, bagpipes, people cheering, and general mayhem. All cheering for us who spoke different languages and who most of us will never meet. I was so amped, that I forgot to take my first gu at mile 5, and had to wait until mile 6.

We hit mile 8, the point in which all three colors come together, and the noise of Brooklyn seemed to hit a crescendo. This was also a huge turning point for me in the race as well. I was beginning to understand that to keep this pace was to punish my body severely for a very long time. I had been watching a group of about 10 runners on the other side for about a mile or so, and figured that I would just settle in there because the pace seemed kind of moderate. Well we all came together at mile 8 and I realized that I had joined up with a group going just faster than me. I had been lulled into thinking it was going to be easy because of the 100 or so runners I had passed from the orange wave. This is when the race and the pain really started for me. The crowds remained amazing. We were in the shade, but the terrain was beginning to roll a little bit, but nothing too bad, and the pace stayed the same. I went through 10 miles in just a smidge over an hour, which was perfect for hitting that 2:40, I knew however, that if history repeated itself, my back half would be much slower than my first.

I did manage to settle down, and by the time we were approaching halfway assumed that I could make it. Then we rounded the corner and saw the Pulaski Bridge leading into Queens. Pictures I had of this bridge made it seem rather flat, and not much of a bridge at all. To say the least, these pictures were misleading. It was a huge climb, and began to take all the fight out of me, or at least try. The halfway mark was on the bridge and I went through in 1:19:00, a pretty solid half, but I was beginning to realize, that without a major boost from my legs, that I would go over 2:40, I was okay with this and just kept plugging. There was however, a monster looming ahead of me, The Queensboro Bridge.

The crowds through our brief stint in Queens were great and lively as well. But we could see the bridge coming, and most of us were gearing up for it. What was truly beginning to bug me at this point were my feet, well the balls of my feet to be precise. I honestly felt like a couple of bones in my right foot were going to break. As I went over the bridge, I knew for sure that on the downward side, that I would snap something, and it would all end. That is what I thought as I ran over the bridge and kept my head down and concentrated on getting to the top. I did not care about pace, I just wanted to keep moving forward and get to the downward side. The Manhattan skyline was huge in front of me, but really, who cared, it simply hurt too much. Lo and behold, I reached the top and began the kamikaze decent to First Avenue. My mind was wondering how loud the crowds would be, but I was also wondering what it would be like to hear my bones break. As I approached mile 16 this is when the first thoughts of walking came to me. I forced them out and kept moving. There is a quote, that if you have not thought about walking during a marathon, you are not running hard enough, well I was going plenty hard by that standard.

I shot off the bridge onto two very tight hairpin turns that catapulted us on to First Avenue, the crowds truly were fantastic and there were tons of people everywhere. They say not to get carried away and go too fast, and well for me, that was easy, as there was not much umph left, just an ability to loosely maintain. First Avenue rolled up and down, like they said, but I didnt believe it would be that hard, ha ha ha, I was wrong. The miles began to tick by, and then suddenly I was going through mile 17, and then 18, and then 19. I was about to enter into the final 10k, this would be the hardest, and one of the slowest 10k of my life.

One would think that you are about to go up 5th avenue and in and around Central Park, things should be rosy, well there is a hill or two that think other wise, and then, oh yeah, the Bronx. We rolled over the Willis Avenue Bridge, and at this point, my legs were beginning to scream, and well I was in more pain than I thought I could handle, well I was soon to find out there was more, see section on fifth avenue. However, I was working my way through the borough, and even caught a glimpse of Gebre Gebremariam on his way to winning the race on a jumbo-tron they had on the road, of course I was so out of it, I thought it was another Ethiopian runner by the name of Goumri, who didnt even run, but whatever. I felt good that I was less than five miles from the finish, and the winner had not crossed yet. We headed back into Harlem on the Northern part of the Island and began to prepare for the grueling finish.

It was like a dance party in Harlem. People on stoops, in the street, everywhere. They were grooving. It was as if whatever people were up to on Saturday night had just erupted on the streets the following morning. Kids, adults, everywhere, people enjoying the spectacle. Me, I was hurting. We round Marcus Garvey park, passed Langston Hughes home, and made our way through mile 22. These were the points where I was beginning to wonder if I was going to break 2:50. I told myself I could do it, and set my self on it. Then I saw the hill leading up fifth avenue to Central Park.

It was as if someone had just run over my dog. I wanted to cry, I wanted to run away, no wait, cant do that, it would hurt to much. So I kept moving forward, very very slowly. It is not an intense incline, no worse than I have gone over in training, but it was late, and it was long. The people were yelling and encouraging, yes the crowds were still thick, and would stay that way all the way through the park. As all the photos will show, I grimaced my entire way up that hill and was praying to God that it would end. It did, and the turn into Central Park was made.

Now when I had run these hills on Friday, I had simply dismissed them as some rollers that were steeper on the descent than on the ascent, but you guessed it, I was wrong. It hurt, hurt, hurt and hurt some more. Mile 24 finally came, and I was checking my watch as if my life depended on it. Soon after that mile 25, and at this point, I knew I would have to destroy myself in order to break 2:50, so I did. I came out onto Central Park West and let it all go, which really wasnt much, but sure felt like it. As I turned back into the park at mile 26, I really tried to use the quick descent to shoot me down the hill and get me moving quicker, but I stumbled, and was very lucky to not fall, but kept moving. I could see the stands, and yes, it did exist, the finish line.

I saw the clock and guaged the distance, I knew I was going to break 2:50, but not by much, so I kept chugging, and then looked very intently towards the stands to find my wife. I could not see her, though I looked hard, and then turned towards the line and drove it home. I grabbed the black band I wore in memory of my wife's cousin's son, pointed skyward, and then waved my arms around like a mad man. It was done, I had done it, in a time of 2:49:06.

I leaned over on my knees, and almost fell over, much to the chagrin of the medical staff. I convinced them I was okay, and started the long march to retrieve my bag. I could not even cry, I tried, both from hurt and from joy, but I did not have the energy. Then a medal, that I so deserved was hung around my neck, and a picture was snapped quickly, and then it was done.

This is by far not anywhere near my last marathon, and probably not my last New York. But it was the first time I had hurt so bad and kept going. I had seen myself achieve new limits, and I am ready to continue pushing them. I mean hey-4 straight personal records in four tries, I mean, I am doing something right, right?

Monday, August 30, 2010

Great Training Week!

I do not think I could have asked for a better week.
Monday, I put in 9 600 m runs at a 5:25 pace.
Tuesday, I bagged my first 20 miles in 2:27-taking it pretty easy, and with only 2 gus.
Wednesday, still had the legs to put in an easy 6 miles.
Thursday, 8 miles in 50 minutes.
Friday, just a few runs to loosen up for Saturday.
Saturday, a 17:44 5k. Thats not bad at all after a pretty decent week, oh yeah, and I won the thing!!
Sunday, 6.5 miles on the trail at 5:50 pace. Very happy!
Planning a Tuesday run for 15-18 miles, we will see.
So here is the recap to the Forrest Spence 5k.
It is run at Overton Park in Midtown Memphis, where we now live, and is actually a little more hilly than most 5k courses you come in contact with in this area. At the start, I realized the two guys I have finished third behind the last two years at this race were not there, blessings. No, this does not de-legitimize my win, have to be present, and half of winning is showing up, so there, clear conscience.
There was a guy there who I know finished either right ahead of me, or right behind me at Harbortown.
The gun went off and he and I were quickly at the front, and in a matter of about 400 m were by ourselves. I asked his name, and we remembered each other, and he had in fact finished behind me at Harbortown. Great. This is what I need, a guy with a vendetta. Generally in most races, I am in the lead pack through a mile or so, that is no biggie, but me and this guy were the pack, and at this point it may of well been the Olympics or some high stakes race to me. I was wanting it really badly.
Hence my log in name at RunnersWorld,outway2fast, we crossed the mile side by side at 5:21 or so.
The course turns uphill as you go beside the Brooks Museum of Art, and while I considered pushing the pace at this point, I held back, and I think we both slowed a little, I knew the two places where I would want to test the waters were coming, so I saved energy because he was not doing anything special either. A hard right is at the top of the hill followed by a decent downhill towards an incredibly steep short 75 m uphill between the Museum and the Levitt Shell. This is where my first push came, and I drove it up the hill. He did as well, and he pushed pretty hard. As I crested the top, I noticed he was not directly behind me anymore, but very quickly he was back on the downhill, and he edged by, and I could tell he was picking the pace back up. I slipped behind him to see what he had, and as soon as he knew he had the lead from me, he slacked off, that was all I needed.
As we turned back into the park and went up the last significant hill, which is long and winding, and would take us past the two mile, I punched it, and very quickly was all alone, no foot steps anywhere. Just the guys on bicycles ahead of me.
Oh the freaking pressure of leading a race. I have only been in this position a few times. I have several CC victories and several track victories, but only one road race victory, so you can see where the sense of unease comes in.
As we come off that hill and turn to wind back towards the finish, you actually pass the spot where the finish is, turning left to make a big loop. There was a big crowd there, and I listened to when the cheering would resume as second place passed by. It was much longer than I expected. With no one bearing down, I just maintained and settled down during the last 3/4 of a mile. I turned behind once with about a 1/4 of mile and knew I had about 20 seconds on second place, and just kept plugging.
Someone who I was telling about the race Sunday night made me really appreciate this next and final part of the race. I crossed the line, arms raised, and broke the tape. Mary Margret, the person I was telling, told me that is something she will never be able to do in her life, and from that point on, a brand new appreciation for winning a road race.
So that was it, a win, really nice hardware, and 35,000 raised for a great cause. Perfect lift as the miles go up and I plan possibly another 20 miler this week.
68 days and counting until New York, Sub 2:40? We'll see.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Bit of a Delay...

Okay, a lot to cover here, as I have been a bit lazy with the writing...sorry all, well all like 4 of you who read this :)

Firecracker...well firecracker was interesting. If you are just someone on the outside of running, who does not set really high goals, like I do, then you will think I did great.
My goal was a top ten finish, and hopefully, that elusive sub 17 minute 5k. Well it was basting out there, and from the start, I knew that my best bet was to simply stay with a front pack and to see what I could do through the finish. The race started with the same fanfare it does every year. A big American flag for us to run under, and the national anthem blaring, we lined up.
The Firecracker doubles as the TN state road championship for 5k, so the start is obscene, and in the past I have been part of that obscenity, but I am maturing as a runner, so not this time.
One guy went out and I think his first split was roughly 4:50, I went out in just under 5:20 which felt really controlled. I was in a trailing pack of the main pack , and happy with where I was. I felt good, and as my friend Ben, who won the race, passed me by, I was able to let him know that I thought the guy who was leading was going to fade, which he did, and so I was helpful.
Then something weird happened, that has never happened to me before. At just past a mile, I began to cramp in my abs. I knew it then, I was dehydrated. Never has happened. Just hasnt, since high school. It had been a long day, and we had walked a Fourth of July Parade in the heat, and I think that was the culprit. But I began to hurt, my legs felt good, but my stomach was killing me.
I slowed a small bit, and decided to just hold whatever that pace was. I actually caught a few people, but was also passed by a couple. There is one significant hill, and I thought that if I got over the hill I would make it. I did, and was able to pick things up coming down. I came out to where the was roughly half a mile left, and looked at my watch, I was going to have to dig, and dig hard to break 18. Break 18! Serously!? So I picked it up, and made the final turn with the finish line and finish line clock. I lowered my head and simply dug. The great thing was, is that I managed to catch a couple guys at the line and move up on the overall. I crossed the line at 18:01. I was bummed, hot, and tired.
I walked away from the line and sat down, and just tried to calm down and realize, that sometimes we have bad days, and that is the truth, sometimes, we just dont run well. For over two years, I have been doing as well as I hoped, it was time for a bad day, and it happened.
Yet there were positives, apparently the heat affected everyone. I won my age group! could not believe it, but gladly took my trophy. So that is two races this summer, and two age group W's, that is pretty good I think :). Actually for my last three 5k's, that is three 1st places, just saying.
It was a great night, and lots of fun, so I will take it.
I am hitting right at 40 miles a week right now and getting runs in of at or over 10 miles a pop. Not looking for speed, it is freaking hot, but distance is beginning to ramp up, which is good.
The problems-my back. I spend generally 10 hours a day on my feet, and then I have to run, or I run before and then have to work, either way, my back gets beat up, because the floors at work are anything less than forgiving. What I would not give for an 8-5 office job! Seriously, I have a degree, someone hire me!
Thats that for now, really training is about three weeks away! the marathon is just barely over 3 months away! Woohoo!

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Firecracker and Progressing

It is amazing how much easier it is to run when the humidity is not 7000 percent! I have had two good runs over the past couple of days that have made me very excited about my aerobic abilities.
Yesterday was great as I ran a negative split run in the dead heat of the afternoon. A negative split run means you run point to point, and you come back faster than you went out. Generally, especially when I race, I do the opposite. But my return 3.5 miles was roughly a minute faster than when I went out.
Then today, I got a quick 6 miles in at 10 am and it felt great. Even thought it was roughly 85 degrees outside, there was barely any humidity!
Coming up Saturday is the Firecracker 5k. This race has been a thorn in my side since the first time I ran it. I ran it for the first time, and placed in my age group, but the time was not impressive. Then I ran it the next year, and was terrible, did not even break 20 minutes. There was one other time in my life when I ran a 5k that slow, and it was my first when I was 12 years old, and even then I ran a 20:36. Last year was a breakthrough, I ran it in 17:37 and almost cracked the top ten, and managed to take home some age group hardware.
Not sure what to expect this weekend. My training has been okay, but I do not think my speed is where it needs to be. Generally, adrenaline will carry you through the first mile, but its the last two that you need to have some umph for, and the second mile of this one has a pretty significant hill.
I would love to go under 17, but as long as I beat my Harbortown time, I will be showing improvement. So I am trying to keep my spirits up and keep the expectations low, because anything positive is great during the searing summer training months.
Its a great race and it is for St Jude children's hospital, and a great way to start the July 4th weekend.
I will let everyone know how it goes Saturday night after the race. Come out and cheer on the runners if you are in the area, or join me and don a number and put in some miles to make way for a good time grilling out and some frosty cold beverages the next day!
Also, I am planning on writing an article on the state of current American distance running in the next few days, so be on the lookout for that as well, should be a good read and my take on things will be included in there as well. This includes from college to our pro guys, and all distances from 1500 to the marathon, and even a nod to the ultra guys..those loons :).

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Whew...Relief!

So it was a nerve racking two days of nursing my back. Some icing, lots of stretching, and most painful, no running.
Yesterday morning, I cashed in on an early birthday present from my parents and headed to Fleet Feet Sports, shameless plug, to ask if I was still in the right shoe, and to purchase a new pair. Turns out I AM in the correct shoe, so I purchased a pair, and prayed that my run last night would go smoothly.
Truthfully, there is nothing like sliding on a new pair of running shoes and breaking them in. So I slid on my Brooks Defyance 3's, the only shoe I have been in over the last two and a half years, three marathons, and 3000+ miles, I think they are great, and once again, another shameless plug, and set off on a 3.2 mile run, just over 5k, at a comfortable pace. Just over 20 minutes later I finished the run, with no pain, and quite excited that I had just put in 3 miles at under 6:30 per mile pace, after 9 hours of work, and after two days off. Woohoo!
I woke up this morning before heading to the trails to put in 6.5 miles wondering if the back would be sore. Luckily it was not, and the run was great! Most importantly it was all done in time for me to watch our boys beat Algeria in the World Cup, what a day!!
Tomorrow, going to try and go long in the morning as Friday will prove difficult to get a run in because of my hours and some commitments that evening. It looks like I will not run Davies Plantation as exciting as that run would be, but not wanting to spend, and with the Firecracker a week away, I am going to step aside from that one. Besides my mind will be on World Cup Action anyway.
FYI Another great commitment to the NYC Marathon this past week, Shalane Flanagan, Bronze Medalist in Beijing in the 10k, and US Half Marathon Champ, committed to the Marathon, and it will also be her debut. She joins, Meb Keflezghi, American defending Champ and Athens Silver Medalist in the marathon, Deena Kastor, US record holder and olympic bronze medalist in the marathon, and oh yeah THE world record in the marathon, Haille Gebrasselessi!

Monday, June 21, 2010

Some Setbacks...

Already!!!
Sheesh, well one major one is the ridiculous weather. Even if I try to run at night, such as Saturday night, it is still upper 90's with the heat index in the 100's. At 9, at night! Are you kidding?!? I had planned on roughly 12 miles, but I had to end at 7, knowing that I was not doing my body any favors by pushing through the extreme heat. It eventually just becomes dangerous.
However, the weather is not the major problem. Its my back. Ahhh! I sound like my dad. Not really sure what the issue is, Thursday morning I woke up with pretty significant pain on the lower right side of my back, like I had rolled over onto a knife during my sleep. My run Friday morning felt fine, no problems. But Saturday night was torture.
I took yesterday, and am taking today off as well. I hate days off, and feel like they do not do anything for me.
As of right now, its any one of these things...scaitia, lumbar strain, or heck even a kidney stone.
My plan is an easy run tomorrow on the trails, and hopefully getting a new pair of kicks this week, and possibly even getting re-fit for shoes just to make sure that I am not my own worst enemy. This makes running in the 10k on Saturday pretty doubtful, but not out of the question, it just depends on a lot of things.
The goal is still to run the Firecracker 5k no matter what. I have a little over a month before the real training starts. Longer runs, faster runs, and more tempos, and tons of carbs!
Some funny things...I had a bird dive bomb me out of a tree a week or so ago...it literally was attacking my scalp, for roughly 50 meters...there was also some yahoo who decided to, after driving past me on my right on a night run, to inform me that I was a moron for running off the sidewalk (no traffic was not having to move for me, it was lit, and I was clearly visible). Now this apparent guardian of pedestrian well being, thought that driving into oncoming traffic, while looking and yelling at me was far safer than just going about his evening after initially driving by. Then, when he had informed me of all my mental deficiencies, he pulled a quick u-turn to head back towards wherever he was initially going, and almost clipped my back leg. Seriously, non runners, leave us alone when we are running. Most of us are not ignorant, and are just as interested in not getting hit as you guys are in not hitting us. Give us that little bit of credit please :).
I will post tomorrow and let everyone know how the test run goes! Thanks for reading!

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Harbortown

Woohoo! The race directors got the course right this year!
It was a fun race and a good test of fitness, though the results were not quite what I had hoped for.
My plan was to run a sub 17:00 5k. A barrier that I have simply not broken through since that freshman year at UTK. I went out slower than normal and hung with the guy who was leading the race. He was taller and a more muscular guy than you tend to see at the front, but it was obvious no one was wanting to lead out yet. I fell in behind him, and stayed that way until we turned into the Harbortown Neighborhood and away from the Mississippi River, not 100 yards to our left.
At this point, another young guy came up alongside me. He looked to be in his late teens. Ah I remember the days when I was that age and used to stick it to the older guys. In fact this kid ran, and ended up winning this race, much like the one overall road race victory I have to my credit, but that is for another time.
He and I, and the other guy when three wide as we looked for the best tangents in the zigzagging course, that was completely in the shade and amongst great looking town homes built right up against the street. Sadly this did not change the near 90 degree heat index.
Funny thing about this part of the run was that I felt a slight urge to put in a dig and go hard for about 15 seconds to see what would happen. I was not red lining, and in my training runs I do this and tend to recover quickly. However, not feeling it prudent, I stayed with the young guy who was now my only companion. We went through the first mile together in 5:18, ten seconds ahead of my goal pace.
Now this is where I simply do not have the 5k figured out. Push, or conserve, or dwindle. At this point, push was forced upon me, as another young guy, with great closing speed came alongside me and went by. Noticing him, the leader picked up his pace, and we began to work harder, or so it seemed. THey began to pull away, and I thought, well here is where I let the dream of winning go, and just hold to my plan of running my pace. Ha Ha, now that is a funny thought.
As we neared roughly the half way point, I ended up passing the guy who had charged up on us as he was beginning to fade. I found out after the race he is an 800 meter and mile guy in High School, to which I doubt he has any real competition. So I sat in second with first place probably about 30 meters ahead of me. At this point the heat was bothering me, and for whatever reason, holding the steady pace was hurting more than I thought it should, as I had been a good boy and not put in a dig. This however must be stated. There is true growth in how I start and that was noticed yesterday. Generally I would notice that the runners were not interested in going out fast, so I would then take that time to blitz the first mile, and probably would have gone through in 5:05, but I didnt, and so I was glad for that new found discipline, yet mad at myself for beginning to lose steam. Second disclaimer, not excuse mind you, disclaimer. I had just worked three 10 hour days in which I did not get home until close to 1 in the morning, on top of trying to carm in a 45 mile week.
I went through the second mile in 11:06, bummer, coming off the pace at this point, but I thought maybe I could put in a little extra and manage to still slide under the elusive 17 minute mark. I began to hear footsteps from behind and that is never good. I gave up second place not too far after the two mile mark, and this is where the hurt really began and tends to do so often. With less than half a mile to go, more footsteps and I slotted into my final finishing place, fourth. A final time of 17:37, for a 5:41 average.
So, what does this have to do with getting to the Olympic Trails? Racing is good. We learn from racing, we learn where we need to improve, and how we handle pressure. We learn how to respond the next time, and we tend to push the body harder than we would in workouts. The good news is, I feel this sets me up well for New York Training. I need to run at or around 6 minute miles in order to finish in the 2:30's. This pace was far faster than any mile I SHOULD run in New York. Remember, it is a build up to that pace and ability, one I intend very much to focus on.
-Funny tid bit. I told my 4 year old he could go with me to get my overall age group trophy. We were standing close to the stage as they were going through all the young uns, and Cade was asking alot of questions, and right before they hit my age group, and get ready to call my name, Cade looks at me and proclaims, "I have to go potty" and begins making all the appropriate gestures, and is really beginning to freak out. So we get my trophy and exit immediate right into the porta johns. Now that is how to accept an award!
Many thanks to my wife for bringing out the kids and enduring all of these races, and to my mom for her help in watching the boys! Thanks!
Next race up, pending funds, Davies Plantation 10k, and/or Firecracker 5k.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Next Up

Well this week of training rounded out nicely. I had a great 3x1200m interval session, which was run in the heat of the afternoon, at just under 5:28 pace per mile. I also knocked out an 11 mile jaunt as the temperatures were getting to be over 80 degrees, and all in all hit my goal mileage for the week, 40 miles.
This will be the least amount of running I will do over the next six months. Next week the mileage goal increases by 5 miles and will remain that way for the next three weeks. This is still a base building phase, so we will see how it progresses.
The reason I was running those intervals at that pace was in preparation for my next race, The Harbor Town 5k. Run in Memphis' up scale riverfront community, it is kind of the kick off to the summer 5k events. It is more a less a party afterwords with free food and beer, a live band, and just a good time. The course has over 23 turns in it, so it is very exciting. I want to break 17:00 minutes there, as I feel this would be a great start. It has been many years since I went that low, but I have to be able to run quite a few 5k's in under that time if I want to be more than a spectator in Houston in 2012.
Today I also looked at where I was at last year as far as weekly mileage and I am almost 15 miles ahead of where I was. Truth be told, I will be averaging 5 more miles per week when I "start" my actually training for the New York Marathon. How this will fit with a 55 hour a week job, I have no clue, but it must at least be attempted. Blogging at times other than 1 am might help, but alas, gotta have a pay check :). Tomorrow is a day off, and then a good long steady run Memorial Day morning to work off all the calories from all the brat eating in the afternoon!

Monday, May 24, 2010

Spring Showers Bring...


...messy runners.
So the relatively sunny day we had up until about 11 am, turned into an afternoon of flash flooding rains. Way to go weather guys. Two thumbs up!
Anyway, due to being absolutely done over by my boss this past weekend, I missed my runs on Saturday and Sunday, something that, well, really annoys me, as last week had been a good week of running.
Today was my one day off of work for the week, and just to let everyone know, I will be working until midnight at the earliest for the rest of the week. So when the kids went down for a nap, the rain had slacked off somewhat, and I decided to head to my favorite trails in town to put in 10 miles. The temp had dropped from 90 to 70 because of the rain, so it was a perfect time.
These particular trails, affectionately called the Stanky Creek trails, are named so due to the deep creek that the trail meanders back and forth over. I say deep, it is not so much deep because it is really more like a really steep ditch, that generally has at most a foot of water in it and is about 5 feet wide, well today, it was about 30 feet wide and probably about 10 feet deep. Luckily, most of trails have bridges over the creek. That however, does not keep the trails dry, or the rain from falling. No worries though, I still sloshed and slogged through all ten miles.
But I love these runs.
Its getting off of my tail and getting wet and sweaty while the thunder booms overhead that reminds me that I am dedicated to this venture. That I still love to run. Running has become a fad, marathoning for that matter too. When I hear people telling me they went for a run and it is followed by, on the treadmill, then I know they are missing out.
Running is about being out in nature, about breathing air, about having no control over the elements around you. It is about the rolling hills, the stifling heat, and the blinding blizzards that you have to push yourself through just to know you can.
I know there will be many many more runs in the rain between now, and well, whenever I cannot run another step, but today was great, and makes me even more excited to be a runner.

Friday, May 21, 2010

So Absurd

So, what do you do when you get off work at 12:00 am, having just finished off a coffee with two shots of espresso added to it for extra kick at about 10:45? You go for a 9.3 mile run of course. My thinking was, either stay up and watch a movie eat chips and salsa, have a beer, and do nothing beneficial, or run. I chose the later. It was also going to be hard to get a run in on Friday anyway, so I figured I could knock it out, and I did, at 6:50 pace, which if you stacked on 26 of them, equals a sub 3 hour marathon. That is kind of my thing now, always run at least at sub 3 pace, unless on trails, and then you just get what you get.
This whole venture is absurd truthfully. The trials used to not be SO impossible to get to. There was even a time when the qualifying standard was 2:30. Yet, the USATF, United States of America Track and Field, decided that the event should more closely mimic they Olympic "A" qualifying standard, to keep from having an event where, sure you had three guys take the first three places at the trails, but no one get to go because everyone was simply too slow. So the time was lowered several times over the decades, and then eventually, after the last trials, it was lowered from 2:21/2:22, to 2:19. Some argue that this is too stringent, making it more difficult, for the really good, yet not elite to have their own Olympic experience. However, that is why the Olympics are the Olympics, you are either good enough or you aren't. This is not little league everyone gets a trophy even if you whiffed at every pitch and booted every fly ball. Its big boy competition. The loser is just that. However, I am sure there are great participant medals ;), if you can get there that is.
These times should, and it is their desire to do so, limit the field to no more than 150 runners, tops. This would be a good number, and of course if more people hit the qualifying time, they would be more than willing to accommodate, just anticipate an even lower time the next time around.
Already this field is stacked with at least 10-20 guys who can both win, and make the Olympic standard. Guys like Ryan Hall and Meb Keflezghi, who have both dipped under 2:10 will be there. Hall went to the Beijing Olympics, and has one of the fastest times ever for an American marathoner. Keflezghi, is the last American to medal in the Olympics since Frank Shorter, and the last American to win the New York City marathon since 1982, winning it in 2009. Then there is a host of guys who have run between 2:10 and 2:15. Dathan Ritzenhein, Abdi Abdirahmman, Jason Luehkelme, and others. The fact of the matter is, this race is for them, and to see which one gets to where the red, white, and blue in London. I do however hope to be eating there dust in 2012 in Houston, but that is the reality.
It could be worse. I could be Kenyan. They have runners who consistently tinker with world records and win marathons in times that hover around 2:05, almost weekly. Seriously, they have about 10-15 runners that can run a sub 2:08 marathon. This does not include the next phenom that shows up to obliterate the field at whichever marathon. Because of their great international success, and the publicity it brings them, Kenya does not have a marathon trial. Instead, opting for their runners to bring revenue back to the country, and glory to its people by running world class marathons everywhere but their own country, their Olympic committee decides who they are going to send. Often times an arbitrary process that leaves out great runners. One guy may be faster by a few seconds, but another guy may have more experience against heavily elite fields, or even Olympic experience. This could explain why Kenya waited until Beijing to finally win an Olympic gold in the marathon.
No matter how you look at it, it is intriguing. However completely absurd that people can run this fast, and to think that I can join them at the trials. Here's hoping! Too absurdity!

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

The Long Road Ahead

Well 26.2 miles, or 42 k, for all of you European types.
In 2 hours and 19 minutes or less. That's 5:19 miles, a bunch of em.
By sometime mid next year, 2011, or in the early fall.
My current marathon PR, 2:54:47.
I know, I must be out of my mind and probably should shake off the backyard football winning super bowl play mentality. Who cares. In a world where goals are trivial, and personal ambition is frowned upon,unless it is for the almighty dollar, this is one thing that I am going to try harder than I ever have to achieve. I will give you this healthy tidbit, first marathon 3:25, second marathon five and a half months later, 2:57:41. That PR of mine came with no increased training, and was in the 2:45 range until mile 23...so yes, I know how to learn and improve.
Currently it is almost two years until the date, but there is a lot of work to be done, and every day brings my fitness level one step closer. My base is where I want it to be, and I should top out at 90 miles prior to my fall marathon, the ING New York City Marathon. This is by no means the race that I plan on attaining my goal at, however, it will be a great litmus test. If I can dip into the 2:30's in NYC, then I believe I can take a legitimate poke at 2:19 in the spring, or early summer, either in Albany, GA, or at Grandma's marathon in Minnesota.
I plan to share every great workout, and every bad one, including all races in between, as well as life in general.
We live in a nation where generally the privileged excel at this event. Those that competed throughout college, have personal coaches, and great contracts. Dont get me wrong, I would love all of this, however, it is not where I am at right now.
What kind of other things would the average person dream and chase after if a 26 year old, almost 27, with three kids and a 55 hour a week job could qualify for the Olympic trials, and then, from there, who knows?
I hope this blog inspires and is worth following to all of you who love to run, or to those who wish to run, and to those who refuse to give up a dream.