12 MONTHS 12 RACES
Monday, 3 February 2014
Point Pinole Regional Park, on this fairly chilly morn, one of my favourite places to run, because few people even know it exists.
Friday, 2 November 2012
PDX EXPERIMENT REWIND
Sunday, 17 June 2012
Firstly, I will just say. The closest I got to being killed by a driver during my 38 mile bike ride Sunday was in the last two miles. Stop me if you've heard this before. Prius driver, on the cellphone, rolling through the crosswalk (I was on a bike path, otherwise I would have been on the road), turning left. I glared..and escaped! The ride was amazing. It was during one of the hottest days we've had in the Bay Area this year. Met another cyclist later in the day who said it was 101 at Olema at 11am. That's near the Pt. Reyes National Seashore...and, while I question her number, I will say it WAS darned hot. I had to do something substantial to keep my training going for Portland Marathon in October. I had just kicked off the training program at the first of the month and was doing well when I got scheduled to work 7 3am-11am shifts fashioning the news for the radio listening public. At that end of those shifts I am nothing short of a zombie, so training took a holiday for a week. However, the dreaming and the planning did not. Ten years after I began running marathons and after taking about two years off since I ran 12 in 12 months, I am looking to make my own mark again in my 60s. Thus, the blog name change. I have convinced my stepson to join me for Portland. Now I just have to get him to start training again. He's young. He beat me by an hour when we ran Dublin in 2008. You know what they say about youth! Portland will my 33rd, and my third running of that race. Now I have signed up for the Belfast City Marathon in Northern Ireland in May 2013. When the lad and I went to Ireland we spent three short days in Belfast. He fell for a Swedish girl he met in the lobby of the hostel...I fell for Belfast. I need to go back. In preparation for that, I am now considering doing California International Marathon (CIM) this December, for the third time. I set my PR there in December 2008 (4:56)and I want to see if I can better that. Stay tuned. Speaking of CIM. The second time I ran that race, and set my only sub-5 record, I had a strange, but enlightening experience, beginning at mile 17. I experienced a migraine aura and for a moment or two thought my race might be over. Looked in my fanny pack for my meds, which I had forgotten to pack. Then I remembered having heard that migraines are caused by blood flow being temporarily restricted to the brain...and I wondered what would happen if, instead of quitting, I stepped up my pace to get my heart to beat harder. I did, it did, and I set a PR, after the migraine aura vanished in about 10 minutes. Well, a similar thing happened yesterday. Felt fine until I got off the bike for a break in Sausalito, and almost immediately the aura appeared. Again, no meds in the bag, so I decided to step up the pace on the bike. About 10 minutes later, the aura cleared. FYI. BTW. I am not a doctor and do not play one the radio. I'm just saying. Two other things from the ride. First, I discovered as I climbed two big hills that I have not enjoyed in the past that I kicked their butts. I got to the top of both and realized they were easier than they were the many times I've ridden them before. No explanation at this time. Second...remember to put your smart phone back INSIDE your rackbag BEFORE heading down a 35 mile an hour hill. It broke open, but still works. Phew! PS- This is the first time I've used blogger since it did some sort of change thing. I have no idea why it won't separate paragraphs.
Friday, 1 June 2012
Friday, 16 March 2012
Friday, 9 March 2012
DAT RUN DUN!
It was not without a certain level of trepidation that I boarded my Southwest flight to the Big Easy for my first marathon in more than two years. Over a period of 8 years that began when I turned 50, I started 31 marys...and finished all but one. In 2009 I ran 12...and...until last weekend had not gone the distance since December of that year.
This was going to be a test mostly of my mental commitment. A few weeks previous I had run 20, in a shorter test of the same, and to see if it was safe to run long in my minimal Altra shoes. All went well then, but last Sunday I tacked on 6 more miles and another hour...in Rock and Roll New Orleans.
Turns out I was up to it all. It was as sweet as New Orleans jazz.
My first day in NOLA was frightening. As I walked out my apartment door for the first time, I was well-smacked in the face by a wall of near-visible humidity. I have lived in Pittsburgh during the summer, so I know sweltering heat...but this was insane. It immediately became my number one concern to the point where I let my friends and fellow marathoners who were coming out from the Bay Area on later flights know that if this weather held through the marathon we were in deep doo-doo.
Spent the day doing the sight-seeing thing, walking so much that I developed the beginnings of blister on one foot. Met my friend Patti for dinner in the French Quarter, where I opted for carb-rich red beans and rice. She went for blackened catfish. We both had beers. Carbs, you know.
Saturday was all about cheering the weather gods for blowing the sticky out overnight...and some early morning sightseeing....
...followed by a cooking class at...
Our delightful lecturer, Sandra, showed us how to make jambalaya, gumbo, bread pudding, and pralines (prah...not pray). Then we got to scarf it all down. More race prep.
Then it was off to the marathon expo, where we all...me, Patti, John, and Carrie, met up. After that, I headed to my digs, to go through my still-familiar pre-race rituals...and dinner...that consisted of the second half of my muffaletta lunch from the day before.
I woke up a minute before my 5am alarm went off, had english muffins and creamed cheese and coffee and headed for the starting line in downtown. Patti and I met up and had another cup of coffee then entered corral 16.
As you may know, I am a devout follower of Jeff Galloway and veteran marathon run-walk guy. Patti does not run-walk. Therefore, we ran together for about 5 minutes...then she took off...as I slipped into my first walk interval. I would not see her again until mile 20, when we passed on an out-and-back along the shore of Lake Ponchartrain.
This was by far the flattest marathon course I have ever run...even flatter than Chicago. The scenery was as beautiful and interesting. The supporting crowd was not huge. Chicago's got NOLA beat where that's concerned. But the folks who did turn out to cheer did it with gusto.
Shortly after running under the start banner, 29 minutes after the first corral left, we turned onto tree-lined St. Charles Avenue, and stayed on that historic street until we reached Loyola, then turned around, and headed for the French Quarter, then up Esplanade to City Park, then up to Lake Ponchartrain. After the aforementioned out-and-back there it was back to City Park where we wrapped it all up. All three of my friends were there, thrilled that it was all over. We've already started talking about where we're going next.
This was definitely one of the strongest marathon's I've run. My Garmin says my total time was 5:26...but I had about 6 minutes of non-moving time (ie. porta potties)which puts my moving time at 5:20. The shoes performed better than I could ever have hoped for. I maintained my intervals from beginning to end, which was a real challenge on a number of occasions when I would rather have been walking. One of the best moments was as I approached the finish line...where John Bingham, the "No Need for Speed" guy, was welcoming the runners home said "Man, you look strong". Doesn't get any better than that.
What followed was two of the best nights of eating I have ever experienced. Us runners were wined and dined by Patti's exceedingly generous husband, Rusty, at two amazing top flight restaurants. At the Palace Cafe I had turtle soup for the first time and chicken with truffled mashed potatoes...and...a Hurricane. The next night we met at one of the hottest spots in the Big Easy, Cochon, a pork-themed place that could not have been better. I will just say, if you've never had real southern grits...you have not lived.
This was also the first time I'd opted for an AirBNB room, instead of a hotel or hostel, and, if everyone is as gracious a host as Ronnie Woods was for me, I may never stay in a hotel again. He did come up with one of the best lines of the weekend the night I arrived. After I told him I was there to run Rock and Roll Marathon he asked if it was "one of the long ones?" Yes, Ronnie. It was.
Wednesday, 29 February 2012
I had forgotten about this part of the marathon thing, but quickly remembered it when it hit me couple of days ago.
I always get a bit depressed, nervous, anxious, quiet, snippy, introspective, tunnel-visioned, worried, doubtful, short-tempered, CRANKY...the week before a marathon. I KNOW that once I get to New Orleans, pick up my expo goodies, meet up with my friends, and wake up on time for Sunday's rocking and rolling...all will be just fine. But...right now I just want the waiting to end.
I am not sure I am physically ready to run 26.2 again after two years off. My 20 went very well about ten days ago. I am looking forward to seeing how my Altras perform over the long haul. I AM mentally fit. I've done it so many times before, my head is well-versed. We'll see if my legs have total recall...or selective amnesia. I think I'll know at about mile 17...when it's time for my customary English Mars bar.
I was waffling on whether I NEEDED to replace my trusty Timex Ironman Triathalon watch for this race. The old one drowned in the hot tub last week...and I had been looking for another way of keeping track of my run/walk intervals. I almost sprang for the Gymboss interval timer for only $20...as opposed to the $50 for the Ironman...but the expedited shipping to get it here in time was another $20...which meant that for just $10 more I could replace the watch here and now. Did that today...it's all set up...and a bit of my anxiety subsided immediately. (Thanks, Tokyorunner, for the push!)
Had been hoping to bust out my Goon Squad Runners "Big G" singlet for this race. I am still proud to be a member of the team, even though most of them have probably written me off, after my two year hiatus. Pulled it out of the drawer today and tried it on...and...in my current condition, it's just not comfortable or a good look. Instead I have packed it...for inspiration. My hope now is that I will wear it for my fall/winter race. Hope to win my way back into the hearts and minds of the GSR on Sunday.
So - I am all packed, and ready to go. Looking forward to my first-ever AirBNB experience, beignets on Friday morning, New Orleans Cooking School on Saturday morning with my friend Patti, getting soundly beaten to the finish line by her brother, John, meeting his girlfriend and marathon-virgin, Carrie...and eating and drinking with them all and Patti's other half, Rusty. This is shaping up to be a stellar group of days.
Meanwhile, as I reenter the marathon world, I just wanted to wish everyone else who's running this weekend...Napa Valley; Little Rock; Antalya, Turkey; Osaka, Japan; New Plymouth, New Zealand and Treviso, Italy all the best. Hoping it's everything you want it to be. Perhaps the above video will be helpful.
Next stop, the Big Easy.
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