Scott's Running Blog

2011-04-04T19:29:00.000-07:00

So this weekend I was faced with a choice. Should I look at a race where I finished below my initial expectations as a failure, or should I look at all the circumstances surrounding the race and realize that I had done fairly well. Sometimes it takes a few days to realize that initial expectations are not realistic and that one can still be proud of hitting a lesser mark, all things considered.

I enjoy running, both for the relaxation it gives me and the sense of accomplishment. Some days I enjoy running because of the satisfaction it gives me to merely complete the distance - I can run seemingly effortless for miles and miles, and just enjoy my surroundings. Other days I enjoy pushing myself and gauging my own performance level. Those are the days that you hate the experience while you are actually running, but at the end of the run you can feel the satisfaction of the hard work.

Sunday at the Brew to Brew was supposed to be one of those days where I could gauge my performance level. For the past two months I had set my mind to running a strong Brew to Brew, with a goal of around 7:30 miles for the 43+ miles. While my training hadn't gone perfectly, I believe coming into the weekend that I had what it took to meet this goal.

As I stepped out of the door of the hotel room on race morning, I knew the day would have much in store. Warm. Humid. Windy. Forecast of 87+ degrees, and 40+ mph winds. No shade. No protection from the headwind (point to point course directly into the wind).

These first few miles in the dark went as expected. I headed out at around a 7:30 pace, hoping to simply get in a grove that would hold me for 30-40 miles. After a few quick miles alone in second place, I was joined by a few other gentlemen. The four of us would chat for the next 7 or 8 miles, keeping each other company during the early morning hours.

Somewhere around mile 10, we would begin to split off. By this point the sun was beginning to warm us up, as was the wind. The next 10 miles were supposed to be some of the flattest and fasted on the course. But sure enough, with the headwind, they were anything but the effortless early miles that I had hoped. The day was shaping up to be less than expected.

By mile 20, the game turned to a battle between the mental and the physical - not a battle to see which would win, but a battle to see which would break first. I had given up hope of sub 5:30, but held on with hope of 6 hours (really my #1 goal and something I knew I could still be very proud of). Physically, despite a long stretch of fairly flat and fast miles, the wind was beginning to take a toll. And then around mile 20, the course hangs a solid right hand turn, straight up hill. Next came a series of steep inclines, and only very limited breaks from the wind (interestingly, even with the limited breaks from the wind, I discovered that the wind equated to somewhere around a 3% grade). By this time even downhills became tough to maintain a strong pace while fighting the wind. I slowed my pace. Something that I wished wouldn't happen until 35+ miles. And mentally that hurt.

I hit the 26.2 mile mark in around 3:25, and regained some confidence. Surely I could run the next 18 in 2:35, right?

Wrong.

Around mile 30 I realized that my early morning application of sunscreen on my ultra-white body had long ago faded. I was beginning to fry. Having suffered through a very cold and cloudy winter, my body was not yet accustomed to any heat, let alone bright sunshine. I was suddenly bright red and salty. Unfortunately I knew it would only get worse before the day was over. These two factors (the sunburn and the salt) were taking a huge toll.

After applying sunscreen and refilling bottles at the 7th aid station, I returned to the course along with two gentlemen that I had spent some of those early miles with. By this time they were still able to maintain a solid 8:30-9:00 minute pace up and down the hills. For some reason, however, I couldn't function at a 9 min/mile pace, and my body insisted on either 8 min/miles or walking. So I began the 12+ mile homestretch with an inability to merely trot it on in. It became frustrating as I would yo-yo to and from those two runners who had now passed me.

Stations 8-9 are some of the hilliest on the course. I battled through with my unfortunate run-walk routine. By mile 38 or so, I had given up hope on a 6 hour finish.

In past years, I had come to realize that while the last 5 miles are entirely flat upon a levee, they offer no shade and no blockage from the inevitable southeast wind. This year would hold true. What should be very easy flat miles were anything but. I struggled to run standing straight upright, and even struggled to muster a run. After 2-3 miles headed nearly south, the course curved to the west, and a row of trees appeared to knock the wind down to something manageable (felt more like 20 mph than the 40+ it felt on the levee). My pace picked up some, but not like I had hoped.

Finally, I rounded the last bend to what I had expected (from past experience) to be the finish, only to learn that now we must cross an additional bridge and run to City Hall. I was heartbroken and merely broken. I refused to run, but eventually trotted in the last 100 yards or so.

I crossed the finish in around 6:21 (will need to verify). 4th place scratch time. But I could only feel disappointment. I had believed that sub 5:30 was possible and likely, and that 6:00 was easily within reach. At this time I chose to look at the day as a failure, not because I didn't place where I wanted to, and not because I didn't hit my time, but because I didn't think I held up well to the miles.

Postscript: Soon after the race ended, Jennifer (my awesome crew person) and I headed back out on the course to crew my friend Hannah in. We waited at the 8th aid staion, and as I saw all the solos and team runners struggling through the heat and wind. I began to regain some satisfaction in my efforts, as I came to realize the conditions were absolutely brutal. Jennifer would join Hannah and pace her in the last 10 miles. I would crew. Seeing them agian at the 9th aid station, and then everyone at the finish line (now having reached 92 degrees), I realized that expectations must be thrown out when winds reach 40+ mph and the temperature 90+ degrees (at least in April).

Having now thought about the weekend in hindsight, 6:20+ wasn't a failure. I stayed with it and finished the race. 8:37 pace isn't bad for 43 miles, regardless of the conditions, and I should be happy with that accomplishment. And I am. But another year will come and I will again try to beat the Brew.

Thank you again to Jennifer for crewing, and congratulations to Hannah for her first ultra in some really tough conditions. Great job also, Joggers and Lagers teams!

Mother Road 100.3

2010-11-16T16:23:00.000-08:00

This race report is somewhat unique for me. I generally write these reports to take the reader through the race milestone by milestone (luckily not mile by mile, as that might get a little long with a 100 mile race), hoping to give you a perspective of the race from a runners perspective as near to real-time as possible. The race, however was unlike all others for me in that I don't recall many milestones. So I am taking a different approach. What I set out below is my observations and feelings in black, and my crew chief and wife's observations and feelings in red. Here goes. So Scott and I are "tag teaming" the race report! Suffice it to say, I was very nervous when we were talking and planning for him to RACE a 100 miler. Finish a 100 miler? I can do that. Race one?

The Mother Road 100 has a brief but interesting history (and I believe this is all correct). Four years ago, race organizers put together a 100 mile ultramarathon to take place near the 80th (I think) anniversary of the opening of the Route 66 highway in Oklahoma. The race would run essentially from Oklahoma City to Tulsa, and was intended as a one time offering. But after much demand, organizers agreed to give it two more shots (with a year off in between). The 2nd running of the race would cover a southern route, while the third and final running would cover the northern route, from just inside Kansas at Baxter Springs, to Catoosa, Oklahoma, just outside Tulsa.

I entered the race some 5 months ago. I'd taken my training very seriously in hopes of laying down a personal best. This course, unlike other that I have run, was pancake flat (relatively speaking) and nearly all run on paved roads (that I knew would be fast, but painful). I had high hopes of beating my previous best of 17:27 (set last year at Heartland), and hoped to break 17 hours (for those who know me understand that I would still be proud of finishing, or finishing in under 24 hours, or even 20 hours, but I wanted to attempt something more on this occasion). And while "winning" wasn't really important to me, seeing that the previous two winners were all north of 17 hours, I thought a good sub 17-hour race just might be enough to cross the finish line first. But whether I finished first or fiftieth, I'd be very proud of a personal best and sub 17-hours. I knew Scott could improve on his 100 mile PR because I knew he had trained in a different way than he had in the past. I knew he was stronger from his cross-training and weight training. I knew he was faster from his intense shorter distance training. It all added up to so much excitement. In running there are thousands of runners but only one winner. I tried not to even fathom a "W" but knew it was completely possible

We arrived at the starting line in Baxter Springs very early, and in fact I was maybe one of the first couple of participants there. I had previously believe that the race would begin at 6 am, like most other 100's, but learned the week prior that in fact the race began at 9 am. While this detail doesn't seem too important, a 3 hour later start only means that you finish 3 hours later as well. With high hopes of 17 hour race, this means that I would finish at 2 am, instead of 11 pm. And if I was slower on the day then planned, a solid 20 hour finish would still cause me to run until nearly sunrise. This had me very nervous. I did NOT approve of the late start time. From a runners' safety perspective I wanted the runners through more miles before day time traffic. Alas, the foolish race directors had not contacted me for my expertise. They were, however, the most fun and hip ultra organizers I'd ever been around. Huge sound system blaring Lady Gaga, awesome signs for crew cars, great road signs so you could actually follow the course.

We milled around to kill time, and set out a crewing plan. Jennifer I believe was as nervous as I was. When the gun finally sounded, the runners were off. I could relax knowing that I was now "there" and Jennifer could travel on to the first stop and relax and wait. I was beyond nervous. I was a complete wreck inside, just trying to hold it together for Scott. I had crewed for 4 other 100 mile races for Scott. This was the race that I was MOST concerned about as it related to him causing himself an injury or going out so hard he couldn't even finish!

Within a mile I was on my own. I had settled into an 8:10 or so pace, which felt very comfortable. While there were a few runners in front of me, and several very nearby behind me, my race was about me and my pace. Even though some company would have been nice at least for a few miles, I was strictly following my own plan, pace and comfort.

This continued out of town and into Oklahoma. Nearing mile 5 I approached another runner, and enjoyed his company for about a mile. By the first aid station at mile 7, however, I was again alone. Being early and having sufficient supplies for the first 15 miles or so, I avoided stopping at the aid station, and merely said hello and goodbye to Jennifer who was there waiting. I took pictures of all or almost all the aid stations. We were in redneck land...no offense meant of course! But random diners and filling stations were the primary places we stopped. The locals did NOT know what to make of a bunch of crazy runners and their families coming through. But they were very welcoming and we had a good time together.

The next 7 miles seemed to be brutally windy, as the course headed largely west. I joined up with another runner for a few miles and enjoyed his company as well. But again by the next aid station (mile 13) I was alone. I met Jennifer briefly at the half-marathon mark for some Tylenol and some PowerGel, and a refill of fluids. In and out in a matter of less than a minute.

Miles 17 and 25 would come and go quickly. I would see Jennifer both times for bottle exchanges (now on my 5th 100 miler, we have a system. Its brilliant. Instead of taking the time to refill the bottles each time I stop, she just hands me two full ones and I give her whatever I have left. Rocket science.) I was in and out of mile 25 in around 3:35. A few minutes slower than I wanted, but still around 8:15 miles. And frankly, 3:30 was right on schedule so I couldn't complain. Off I went. We were definitely more efficient than we had EVER been during an ultra. It was sort of fun and I truly felt like a pit crew. I was changing out Scott's bottles and feeding him PB&J's like a pit crew changes tires and refills the tank!

At mile 34, I would begin feeling the warmth of the day. I had applied sunscreen prior, but the sun was beginning to beat down on me. I continued to drink heavily, and in fact grabbed a 3rd water bottle to make the next 9 miles. At this stop I would pass the second place runner. Not that it mattered, as a there was still 65 miles left in the race. I asked for all my Facebook friends to pray for cloud cover. Heat and sunshine are always the things that can kill an ultra-runner, especially Scott. I posted on Facebook throughout the day, where Scott was on the course, how he looked and other details. I cannot believe the outpouring of support, cheering, excitement, updates on college football (GO IRISH) and just flat out love the cyber world provided. We are very blessed to have such amazing friends and family.

After mile 35, things get fuzzy. My pace remained solid. While running I maintained an 8:30 min or greater mile, often finding comfort in a 7:45 or faster pace. I would walk some, but really kept pressing on trying not to walk more than ten or fifteen seconds every half miles or so. By mile 50 (total of 7:15) I was feeling pretty good, and my pace was dead on perfect to plan. Scott was obviously tearing up the course. His speed was almost other worldly. And it was the first time as a pit crew member that I had ever gone ahead to the next aid station, only to find it wasn't even set up yet. Several times through out the day, the race volunteers had not yet even set up their table with supplies for the runners when I arrived. Scott was running so fast, he was ahead of the race schedule. It was crazy and hilarious.

The next 7 miles or so were a bit scary, with dusk setting in and without a headlamp. These miles were also without a shoulder much of the time. My mind focus on simply surviving these miles. By mile 57, I was ready for some warmer clothes, a headlamp, some fluid refills, Tylenol and food. Jenn was there with all. The busy roads the race was ran on made me so nervous. I was literally nauseous from point to point until I got to see Scott again.

Now into the darkness, I covered the next 18 miles or so without slowing too much. I was continuously desperate for the pain in my feet to stop, and my knee was beginning to act up from the pavement and the ever so slight crown of the road. Around mile 67 we hit the Chelsea Motor Inn (yes, the aid station was in a motel room), and I used that stop to warm, and recover for a couple of minutes. I continued to eat my PowerGels, supplementing only with a PB&J here and there, maybe some crackers, and my Accelerade. On the upside, this was the best aid station ever. They took care of me here like I was runner. I was waited on hand and foot while the owner of the motel made me hot cocoa and bottled water. I was like 'no really' I'm not a runner, just a crew member! On the downside, Scott was starting to take a beating. We changed out shoes a couple times to try to ease the wear and tear on the feet. Scott's knees were getting the worst part of it and we luckily had an old knee support strap. It definitely helped him get through the race.

I hit a stop just slightly over 75 miles in good time (total time of around 11:25 or so for 75 miles). Jenn was getting nervous for me and my knee. I ate a bit of sandwich, but couldn't take much as I had just eaten another PowerGel (by the end of the day, I would ingest 18 gels total). I was again off. Best aid station EVER!!! The TATRS (Tulsa area trail runners) set up an aid station with smores, a campfire, food, Jimmy Hendrix and Christmas lights. Pretty fun to hang out at their campsite for sure! They were loving Scott and the race leader's times. Very very impressive.

Miles 75 to around 90ish are always tough on the psyche. The hours are drawing late, the legs are growing tired, and the desire to just be done is ever present. By mile 86 or so, my sister (surprise to me) and brother-in-law had joined Jennifer to watch the finish. It was honestly a great feeling to know they were there, and had driven nearly 2 hours on a late Saturday evening just to watch me run. I said a quick hello at the aid station, and moved on. I knew I was still running well, but my real fear was that 3rd place was running well also. And I had no idea what was going on ahead of me. Carrie and Terry drove down because they really wanted to see Scott finish. He was so excited and surprised by them showing up! It was fun for me too because I was able to have some company :)

I continued though the outskirts of town, trying to walk as little as possible. These were easily the toughest miles of the race. Still hours left of running, but yet so close. My feet were killing me and my knee was not having it. I just needed to get within striking distance of the finish(mentally, that is somewhere between 7-10 miles). I kept running hard. In my mind I was thinking, "I'm so close." But I also had the thoughts of "there is no way that guy is still on my heals behind me. I'm racking up miles too fast, but I can't shake him. And at the same time, who is this guy in front of me? I can't believe I'm not gaining on him." While I am not generally a competitive person, I will admit that at this stage in the race, my mind did shift over from "finish hard" to "run as fast as you frickin can and try to catch this guy in front of you." It was a bit surreal for me. I honestly wanted the best for the guy in front and behind me, I didn't want them to slow because I knew they were running times to be proud of. But could I just pick it up and run a bit faster, and while they don't slow I can still possibly take the lead? I took care of the race leader all day because that is what you do in an ultra, as a crew member, you take care of all runners. Yours and everyone else. The leader did not have any crew and most of the day, he just blew through the aid stations. At this point in the race though, the leader looked rough. He was starting to have a choppy stride. I offered him pretzels, water and Gatorade. He was getting less and less conversational. He had previously led Scott by 45 minutes but the lead was getting smaller.

At mile 93 I would hit the last aid station. By this time Jennifer had data. She knew how far the guy was in front of me, and knew I had created some distance between second and third. She knew I had 17 hours locked up and 16 was very much within reach. She told me that at the last stop, I was well over a half-hour behind, and now I was only barely 25 minutes behind. I was gaining ground, but there just might not be enough race left. But I felt good and up to the challenge. Could I kill the next 7 miles, improve my own time, and possibly have a shot at catching the leader? I could only know if I tried. At this point, the leader (his name was Tom) told me he was done! He was satisfied with second because he knew the "guy" behind him was going to catch him and pass him. I couldn't help it, I couldn't let him talk like this. I told him he needed to stay strong and positive. And unfortunately his did :)

I continued running at 8 min/miles while running, and walking only seconds here and there. I knew I had to be gaining ground, but I could have no idea of how much. I hit a stoplight with 2 miles to go (I knew very little about the course, but I did read a "warning" about this intersection with about 2 miles to go, so I fortunately knew where I was) and I began kicking in for the final pace. Oddly, I was still able to hydrate and eat. I popped my last gel of the day at around 97-98, hoping to full up before that final battle for first. In my mind, the only way I would ever catch this guy (even if he had slowed to nearly a walk) was in the last mile of the race. So I had been preparing myself for a final sprint out. Mile 99, yet no sight of first place. At mile 99.5, I would see the Hampton Inn and the stadium lights at the school where the race would finish. Still no sign of first place. I knew at the time I could choose to accept my position (I knew I had plenty of distance now before third), or I could expend that last burst I had been building for. I opted for the burst. With that half mile to go, I unloaded. 7:30 pace as I rounded into the parking lot and to the track for the last lap around the track and the finish. 7:00 pace, 6:30 pace, I suddenly felt like I was invincible. I rounded the final turn and headed down the straight away for the finish. 15:46:30. Second place, but only by 12 minutes (I had gained around 13 minutes in the past 7 miles). 9:27 average pace.

For the first time ever in finishing a 100 miler, I was disappointed it was over. Had this been a 110 mile race, I knew I had it in me. And I knew I had enough in me to finish those next miles strong and further gain ground on first place. But despite my reserved energy, the race was over. I could do nothing but smile. Tom, the winner, told me that if it had been a 105 mile race, he would have lost. We cheered him in to the finish and he pretty much collapsed. Scott raced in fresh as can be! It was an amazing sight. He came around the track like it was a speed workout, just sprinting in the last 1/4 mile. We just laughed at him as he crossed the finish line. He was unstoppable.

I could not have done this without Jennifer's support in training and along the way in the race. A crew is vitally important in a race like this. And an experienced and knowledgeable crew is something that can make a race. I owe a ton to Jennifer for getting me in and out of aid stations and keeping me going. She never let me drag. Thank you Jennifer. I'm getting pretty good at the pit crew gig. I should market and sell my services! Except truly I can only do this one or twice a year--too draining, physically and emotionally!. And frankly, it's pretty darn fun! I am so excited by Scott's race. I don't know how he will ever improve but I know he will. His time last year shocked me. His time this year...well I'm still in disbelief. All I know is the pride I feel cannot be described or quantified. His dedication, hard work and most importantly, his mental attitude make him unbeatable in my mind.

ADT Colorado Springs Marathon

2010-09-11T14:35:00.000-07:00

Last weekend, I traveled with some family and friends (Jennifer, Hannah, Amanda and Steve) for a "training marathon" in Colorado Springs. What is a training marathon? Good question. A training marathon to me is a pre-excuse for not pushing yourself too hard in a race, but just enough to feel a little pain. I still have fun at these marathons, but I know going in that I really shouldn't be pushing myself so hard that it takes me days or weeks to recover.

So how did this training marathon play out? I'll cut to the chase. It's now 5 days later, I didn't PR (or even close), I didn't place (or even close), yet I still hurt. Training Marathon, fail. Ok, not so much fail, as I did have a good race and a good time, but it didn't quite play out as planned. Read on.

I went in thinking altitude would be my issue. This race began at about 7,200 feet, with about 1,200 feet of net elevation loss over the course (for those math idiots out there, that means the race ended at around 6,000 feet). Despite the significant elevation loss, there would be a few bumps along the way (my watch said only about 200 feet though, but they were all pretty steep climbs). Most of this I knew going in, and planned to just charge up the hills and recover on the way down. Ultimately, I didn't find the hills (up or down) or the altitude to be a real issue. While I had these factors under control (at least in my mind), the issue I didn't have under control was the heat. So 70 degrees isn't really that hot, but with the open skies, lack of shade, and thin air in the mountains, 3+ hours in the sun can just bake you. And bake me it did.

The race was set to start at 6:30. After a long but necessary wait in the port-o-potty line, I found the race start at 6:29:30. No time to spare, but I had made it to the start. With about 400 people in the race, and a 10ish foot wide trail, it took a bit of time to work through some crowds and settle in to pace. When that all played out, I found my self at a comfortable 7:00 min/mile pace. While this was a bit faster than I intended to run, I decided that 13ish miles at the harder pace would be good training, and I'd just moreless relax along the last 13.

The first half marathon was fairly uneventful. The course was beautiful, the runners were nice, and I passed by many, many runners who started a bit too optimistic (with the downhill grade, this is easy to do). I seemed to be doing fine.

Then 14 and 15 hit. The thin air, bright sun, low humidity, and the failure to really hydrate in advance caught up with me. About this time I really started feeling thirsty and tired. I knew the issue, slowed down and tried to hydrate over the last 10 miles. I settled into a steady 8 min/mile pace for the next 5 or 6 miles.

At around mile 20, I met up with a local runner (ok, he caught me), who was on pace for a PR and his first Boston Marathon Qualifying time. But he needed a little help and company keeping a pace, which would require around a 7:20 pace. By this time I was beginning to feel sorry for myself, and hating my pace, so I gladly joined up with him. I love pacing people, as it gives me something else other than me to focus on.

We covered the next 4 miles in a steady pace. With about a mile to go, I began to feel the urge to finish. Why you might ask? Well, its my time for honestly. I found myself in a group of about 4 guys, non of which I really knew their age. Were they in my age group? Was it still remotely possible that I could place in my age group? I didn't know. And while I didn't really care, I knew I had plenty of gas in the tank to pick it up over the last mile and finish just ahead of them. So I did. I finished in 3:13:18, with 30 seconds plus on the gentlemen behind me (happily, I made sure my Boston-qualifying time was in well under his time before I left him).

I'd finish in in 17th place, which I was thrilled with. I was well outside my age group awards, which was fine (I'm not overly concerned with placing when I know I'm not pushing too hard).

Good time had by all. My wife and friends all did well.

PsychoPsummer Run Toto Run

2010-07-11T18:44:00.000-07:00

It is the middle of July in Kansas. Those of us who have experienced this know that this means hot. And humid. Speaking from my own experiences over the past few weeks, it can be so miserable that it can be nearly unbearable to simply walk outside of your house some days, let alone to try and run. With that background, for the 3 of the 4 past summers, I've headed up to Kansas City in the middle of July to run in a 50k (31 mile) race around Wyndotte County Lake. The race is intended to face this heat and humidity head on, and to spit in its face.

Only topping the difficult heat and humidity is the course itself. Kansas is flat, right? Wrong, with a capital WRONG! This course consists of two 16ish mile loops (I say "ish" miles because the race directors think the course might have been a bit longer than a 50k). There is typically some dispute over the amount of rise and fall in each loop (my Polar HRM showed 4000 total feet of climb over the two loops), but I can tell you for sure that there is well more than 1500 feet of climb and fall in each loop. That means hilly. That means some hills that you want to puke just looking at.

[Aren't I setting this up as a fun event? Truth be told, the above hell is exactly why most of us runners enter this race.]

The race heads into single file trails within the first 25 yards or so, and basically stays single file for the entire 16ish mile loop. In order to get in a good position as to not be burdened with passing dozens of runners slowly over several miles to several hours, it is very important to start out fast. While that doesn't sound like a bad plan in theory, starting fast on a course like this means some incredibly high heart rates running way too fast up some really fast trails. So that is exactly what I did.

I headed through he first 5 miles or so in about 50 minutes. I was feeling great about my time, but I knew that pace was a bit to optimistic to maintain, but at least I had earned some clear trails in front and behind me. I quickly settled into a bit slower pace (something I could maintain as the hit began rising very quickly).

I headed through the next aid station, and quickly learned what would be my Achilles heel of the day: blisters. While the course was in great shape (it can be notoriously wet and muddy if there has been much rain), there was still plenty of moisture on the grass, on the trails, in water crossings, and from sweat that my feet quickly became waterlogged. And while I typically don't suffer from blisters, I did have a spot on the arch of my foot that wore away very quickly. The aid station staff did there best to help me out, but what I really needed was to get back to the start/finish area and lube up the blisters and put on some clean socks. My attention remained on this for the rest of the first loop.

I hit the half-way point in around 2:47. I took a bit of time to treat my blisters (they would be fine the next loop), grab a few bites to eat, and refill my bottles. Oranges would be my food of the day. And water. Water would be my friend - I probably went through at least a dozen bottles of water throughout they day.

I headed back out for loop two. Those hills that I sped up and down in the first few miles had grown! I now struggled to even walk up, and my footing on the way down seemed much more dangerous. I made it through those first 3 or so miles of hilly sections fairly slowly, but I was soon to make it back onto some more runnable sections.

I hit the half-way point of loop two and I think the heat was nearing its high for the day (high 80's to low 90's, so relatively not bad). I fueled and moved on. The heat was getting to me, but I tried to make the best of it. While I had significantly slowed since the first loop, I was still having a great time. It was hot. It was humid. I was struggling with that fine line of drinking enough but not too much (I was feeling water logged at some points). But I hung in there and kept moving forward, with the best smile that I could make (which sometimes wasn't so great).

By the last aid station (mile 13.5), I knew I was nearly there, and my mood brightened. I wouldn't say I ran the last 2-3 miles quickly, but I will say that I was proud of my ability to run more than walk (despite these being the muddy parts of the course). I could nearly smell the finish for the last mile. Once I hit the trail head (about 1/4 mile from the finish), I felt like a new man ready to go again.

I finished in 6:17:05, which is a little slower than the last time I ran the race (it was a bit cooler two years ago). 13th place. 112 starters. Only 66 finishers.

Boston Marathon - A dream 5 years in the making

2010-04-20T04:23:00.000-07:00

On October 17, 2004, I ran my first marathon - the Wichita Marathon. It was a truly awesome experience that I will never forget. My time was just over 3:57, but I wasn't overly concerned (to the good or the bad). After all, I had finished what I thought was never possible - a marathon - and I lived to tell about it. And I had finished it any a time that I was proud of. I was exhausted, but I had been bitten by the marathon bug.

Fast forward now some five-plus years. In April 2010, I would run my first Boston Marathon, a dream of mine since approximately 3 hours and 58 minutes after starting the Wichita marathon in 2004. It was a dream that I thought would never come to fruition. From my first marathon I would have to improve my time by over 47 minutes just to qualify (as a male under 35 years of age, I had to run under 3:10 to qualify even to enter). Never did I think I could improve as a runner that drastically. But at last, on March 15, 2009 in Little Rock, Arkansas, I broke the 3:10 barrier (3:09:44) to finally qualify for Boston. To Boston I would go!

With a goal of this nature comes great nervousness. Sure, I had qualified to run Boston, and I had even improved on my time since March 2009 (I ran the New York City Marathon in 3:00:14). Sure, I had now run 49 previous marathons. But something as historic as "Boston" I had never run. I was as nervous as I was in 2004 before my first Wichita Marathon.

But in Boston I was, and running I would do. The evening prior was a nervous evening. I stressed about what I would eat, how much I could sleep, what to drink and how to nurse the sore hip that had seemingly crippled my running throughout the week. As fate goes, following my Eisenhower Marathon last weekend, I had developed some significant inflammation in my right hip. Throughout the week it had taken my runs to a standstill at times. I could never quite loosen it up, and the pain at times was throbbing. While it had progressively improved throughout the week with a heavy dosage of anti-inflammatories, I could tell that the underlying issue was only being masked. Would the hip give me trouble and ruin my plans for a great Boston?

Speaking of plans, my goal for Boston was a big one. As I mentioned, I nearly broke 3 hours in New York City this past November. But nearly breaking 3 hours and breaking 3 hours is a very different thing. Either you are a sub-3 hour marathon or or you are not, or so I felt. 14 seconds might as well be 14 days. So at Boston I wanted to right that wrong and actually break 3 hours. But my ultimate goal was a bit loftier. I had a glimmer of hope of a 2:55 marathon. At least that was the plan, to try for the 2:55 in the first half of the course that tends to be faster, and try to hold it through the hillier second half. If I should fade in the last half, I would have a cushion for a sub-3 hour finish.

The morning of the race I awoke at 5:30 a.m., in time to shower, prepare and head the 3/4 mile to the bus loading area for the long ride to rural Hopkinton, Massachusetts. The ride was a long one, nearly an hour, but I chatted with some interesting folks from across the county. When we arrived at the small school near town, we crowded into some open fields, and waited. And waited.

The race would begin at 10:00 a.m.. I was set in the second of twenty-six corals. If I may digress for a moment. And I do so with all humility. The Boston Marathon is historic. It is also exclusive. It is reserved for the few lucky percent at the front of each age group. I knew I was in rare company. And that is a big deal. But it is also intimidating. As I have shared before, I still haven't developed the mental confidence to consider myself in such rare company. I top this general intimidation with having to walk past about 25,000 other runners (of the 26,000 in the race) to find my way to my starting area near the front. It is beyond intimidating to take your place at the front of such an historic and exclusive event.

The gun sounded and I was off. Those unfamiliar with this course should know that the first 4 miles are notoriously fast. First, they are progressively downhill (not all downhill, as they are rolling, but eventually lose altitude). Second, they are loud with excitement, so the adrenaline pumps and pushes you faster. I felt both, and went out strong with a 6:20-6:30 pace over those first miles (with the exception of a short pit stop). The pace was well within my goal 2:55 pace but I knew the later miles would take that back. It felt fast, but it felt great, almost effortless, as I cruised down the hills. I maintained solid running form, which is critical on steep downhills, and I did so with no hip pain.

Miles 5-12 flatten a bit on overall elevation change, but continue to roll. I maintained my sub 6:40 miles through mile 9. We would pass through Ashland (were the race originally started before the standard distance or 26.2 miles was establish) and Framingham. Both towns came out in enormous support.

And then mile 10 hit. As I had mentioned, I had struggled with my hip throughout the week. At about mile 10, it was back with a vengeance. Despite popping two Alieve early that morning, and a few Tylenol about 2 hours ago, the pain was throbbing. It became incredibly painful to lift my leg as necessary for a 6:30 pace. I was suffering physically and mentally. Could I even finish with this pain? What should I do? By mile 11 I had popped two more Tylenol (probably shouldn't have done that) and had found a medical tent for some Bengay. While it cost me 30 seconds or so for that stop, I was back on pace, and the pain was beginning to subside.

Mile 12 came quite quickly, and with Mile 12 comes the famous ladies of Wellesly College. The Wellesly College girls are crazy loud, and as tradition requires, will kiss any runner passing by. While this was an interesting proposition, surprisingly few in the sub-3 hour pace group stopped (we all took ourselves way too serious, and barely had a word to say to each other after we passed the first 10 miles or so). It was very encouraging, however. And it made me forget about my hip for a while.

Mile 13 came, and I hit the half-marathon point in 1:27:33, dead on for a 2:55 marathon. My hip was improving, but I knew I would have that to work against, and I knew the second half of the course is notoriously hard. So although on pace for 2:55, my real strategy was to maintain a sub 3 hour marathon, and to give as little time back as I could.

At about this time, something else weird happened. I lost myself. I'm not exactly sure of the cause. I knew I was pushing hard (for those of you familiar with heart rate, I was already well into the red zone, averaging over 90% of my maximum heart rate from about mile 11 on through the end of the race, with later mileage at the 95% in higher range). I know the pain from my hip was causing me to hyper-focus on the race as to forget about that pain. And I know I was a bit in a zone pushing through the mileage. But the end result is that I remember very little about the last half of the course.

At mile 16, the notorious Newton hills begin. These are a series of four fairly rough hills back-to-back-to-back-to-back, the forth of which is called "Heartbreak Hill." While they are steep, they are long and unforgiving. At mile 16, the first began, which summits with a false flat and then right back up to finish the hill. A brief reprieve downhill, and then back up the second hill at mile 17. The course then rolls down to mile 19 (still holding a 6:50 or so pace) and back up, flattening (i.e., rolling) until the last big climb of Heartbreak Hill at mile 21.

I maintained pace (6:50 to 7:00), but my legs were about to give by the end of the last hill. At last, we would have the last 5 miles that again lose 250 feet, but continue to roll. I was still on pace for a sub-3 hour marathon, but I had little time to give back. My pace was slowing, as to prevent cramping, but I continued to push on. Unfortunately, even though the course is progressively down those last miles, the course is rolling and you can never quite get in a good stride.

By mile 24, the course is at its lowest elevation, with rolling hills into the finish. My legs were shot, slowing me to 7:00-7:15 miles at 95%+ heart rate. Each hill proved more difficult. Nonetheless, I maintained a close eye on my watch, calculating at each mile the number of minutes and the pace to maintain to meet my goal. I had little room to spare, but couldn't pick up the pace for fear of leg cramps.

At the 25 mile point, I knew I could make 3 hours, unless a heavy cramp hit. I maintained a conservative pace (7:15) down a few downhills, and pushed up the final hill (up an underpass). I knew I had a half-mile or so to go, but until I turned the final corner onto Boylston Street, I just didn't quite know how close I was.

With 1/3 mile to go, I take a hard left onto Boylston. I can see the finish and I awaken. Seriously, that is the first moment in the past 2 hours that I really vividly recall anything. I see crowds lining the street eight people deep (too many people to find my wife and son cheering me on). I do a final check of my watch and know I can make it. My legs feel fresh, and I push on to the finish. Final time 2:59:22. I made it!

Proudly, I finished 1253 overall, and 886 in my division (Men under 39 years old). Very happy with that result. 50th marathon, first Boston and first time under 3 hours. It was a success.

Eisenhower marathon

2010-04-12T18:52:00.000-07:00

I love to run marathons. I love big marathons and I love small marathons. Marathons long distances away and those close by. I love marathons that are well planned and I love marathons that are run on a whim. While the former describes next week's Boston Marathon, the later describes this weekends Eisenhower Marathon.

A few months ago, I began looking at this year's marathon schedule. In February, I ran the Psychowyco RunTotoRun 50k, and had a few other marathons on the list, completed with my first Boston Marathon experience to be run on April 19th. Well, when I really started looking at my schedule, I came to realize that I was approaching 50 career marathons (yes, I'm counting only "official" marathons, but I'm also including all ultramarathons, as those races are at least a marathon long). I thought, "Wouldn't it be cool to have my first Boston Marathon be career marathon #50?" Yes.

Well, as great of an idea as that was, I hadn't really planned on how to transition from the PsychoWyco (marathon #48) and Boston (marathon #50). I had a few potential races, but none of them panned out (either out-of-town or too far away). As my date with Boston approached, I needed a race. The Eisenhower Marathon fit the bill.

I signed up about two weeks ago, but until the night before the race I never looked at the location, the course, the time, or any other details about the race. From a planning perspective, it was very unplanned. And I was under prepared as a result (not unprepared training wise, just under prepared mentally and logistically).

The night before the race, my wife, child and I (along with my wife's friend from Wichita) traveled to Manhattan for a "girls weekend." As great as that sounded, I was happy to leave the friend's house at 5:00 a.m. to head to Abilene, Kansas for the 7 a.m. race start.

I arrived at around 6:00 a.m. for packet pickup. I took a few minutes to stretch (something I should have considered in the days prior), and to grab a quick drink. I also had a few minutes to consider pacing strategies for the day. Knowing Boston was the following weekend, I didn't want to run too hard, especially since it was forecasted to be a 70+ degree day. I also didn't want to go too slow, as a faster paced run would help get my legs geared up for next weekend's race. I settled on a 8:00 min/mile strategy, or a 3:30 marathon for the day.

At 7:00 a.m., I was off. I settled into a pace early on, and said hello to a few friends. By mile 1 I had settled into pace next to a fellow-Wichitan ultra runner named Adam. I've run with Adam on a few other occasions, but hadn't seen him in a while. We found ourselves chatting for miles, and running in good company. Neither of us were (at the time) particularly concerned with the pace, so we just cruised through the first 13.1 miles very casually in about 1:47.

At around the turn-around (out-and-back course), I realized that we were well under Adam's PR (Personal Record) pace for a marathon (Adam too has run nearly 50 marathons). While he wasn't too concerned at that moment, it sort of gave me a good goal for the days run. We didn't discuss the PR, as that would surely jinx him, so we just pushed on.

Unexplainably, we found that I pace had quickened from the first half 8:15 pace to about 7:45 pace. As the miles ticked by, I was becoming more sure of a PR for Adam. We were well under his previous PR pace and could have slowed considerably over the last 6 miles. Instead, I began to realize that breaking 3:30 was within reach. It would be very much pushing it, but if we could make good time over the last 5 or 6 miles we might just make it. We pushed on, around a park, and then to the final 2 1/2 mile home stretch into town.

At about mile 24, I consulted the watch for an elapsed time check. 3:30 seemed to be out of reach. We would have to average under 7:30's, and then push very hard over the last .2 miles. I just didn't think we could make it, but we kept the pace strong just in case. At 1 mile to go, I realized that we still had a chance. Adam was well into the red zone, and cared about nothing more than finishing (I've been there, I know the feeling). It would be my job to push him on. I took the challenge, and so did he. We pushed on, clicking the last mile off in under 7:15. With under .2 miles to go, I took a quick look at the watch and realized that we had exactly 60 seconds to make it to the finish line, which was in sight. I pushed Adam on, and he held in for a 3:29:58 finish (chip time). I had started a few seconds back, so I finished in 3:30:02, good enough for 3rd place in my age group. I suppose that is close enough to my 3:30 goal.

Great job, Adam!

Back to it.

2010-04-05T10:33:00.000-07:00

It has been a while since I last blogged. 2008 was quite a year for me, both running and blogging about running (running a marathon a week, and then daily blogging), and by the end of the year something had to crack. Fortunately for my running, the blogging was the one to go (I did complete the "marathon" a week, for a total of 54 marathons for the year).

I think I am ready to get back to it (more than a year later!).

This past weekend, I participated in the Easter Sun Run 10k. Though not always the case on organized runs, I intended to treat this run as a “race” and really challenge myself for a good finish time. Although I haven’t really be training for a hard effort, I have been able to put in some quality miles lately. The morning began beautifully with 40 degree temperatures and low wind. I was feeling up to the challenge.

As the race start approached, I headed to the front of starting area, trying to position myself as to not fight the congestion of the tight course (i.e., sidewalks) and the large starting field. I am one who gets very nervous playing with the big dogs (i.e, positioning myself in front of all other runners), as I’m not one who takes myself too seriously with running (maybe it’s a confidence issues as I don’t picture myself as one of the fast guys, maybe it’s that I’m not too sure of my abilities to finish in my goal times). As we stood there, the race director instructed all those intending to run sub 6:30 miles to cross the starting tape, to ensure that they were in fact segregated in front of the rest of the pack. While this did include me, I really struggled to cross the tape and show myself as one of the 25 or so individuals who had a goal of 40 minutes or less. I bit the bullet and crossed. I felt very out of place, although I knew deep down that I am good enough to hang with some of these folks.

On the gun, the race began. The first quarter mile is always well above pace, as the field spreads out and positions are established. I settled in with about 20 or so in front of me, at a 6:15 min/mile or so pace. This course, unlike most races I run, was marked in kilometers and not miles, so time checks were given much more frequently. As I approached the first “k”, I felt confident that I was right in my grove at a sub 39 minute pace.

I continued on. At 2 and 3 k I maintained a solid 6:10-6:15 min/mile pace. By kilometer 4, I was beginning to feel the pace and question my strategy, as my heart rate was already above 180 (my theoretical maximum heart rate based on age is only 190, so I am clearly in the red zone with nearly 4 miles to go). I decided it didn’t matter – who cares if I crash and burn, I wanted to give a sub 39 minute 10k a shot.

I hit the 5k mark in 19:07, a new 5k PR for me! This was a real pick-me-up, although I had hoped to be at that mark in just under 19:00. I continued on, knowing that every 4 minutes or so I was a kilometer closer to finishing.

By 6k, I was really struggling. I was pushing my limits, and my body was rejecting it. I didn’t let it affect my pace, but it was painful. At 7k, I was still on pace, only slowing a little from my first 5k pace. At 8k, I began trying to catch the runner in front of me by 15 seconds or so. I picked away at that deficit one second at a time, until about 200 meters to go when I finally caught him. The charge proved too much for me, and he took me by 2 seconds at the finish, but I’m glad he was there to encourage me to try and catch him. 38:35.

In the end, it was still a beautiful morning. I discovered that I finished 2nd in my age group, and 18th overall (around 750 participants). I set a PR by nearly 1:25, and really felt great doing it.

Still recovering

2008-10-14T19:41:00.000-07:00

The weather has turned cold and rainy, so I headed to an overly crowded gym after work. I hopped on the treadmill for a 4 mile run. I eased into it, but quickly switch to 1/4 mile repeats, alternating between an 8.5-9.5 mph pace on the high end and 6 mph on the low end. I struggled with the my breath. My legs seem fine, but I can tell that my internal systems are not recovered. I'll take it easy tomorrow.

Feeling incredibly well

2008-10-13T19:44:00.000-07:00

My recovery could not be better for 24 hours out. My legs are fine, my hips seem fine, and my energy seems fine. My feet are a little sore, and I am still suffering from a bit of...well...chaifing. It is to be expected.

My run went well. On the treadmill because of rain, I ran 4 miles in just over 34 minutes. I steadily increased the pace throughout, just to get an opportunity to strech out the legs.

41 Down, 11 to go: Heartland 100

2008-10-11T20:28:00.000-07:00

I generally consider myself to be a confident person. I like to think that I work hard at achieving my goals, and when it is time to actually achieve a goal, I am usually confident that have put in the work necessary to do what it is I need to do. And I am generally confident that I have the drive and the will to achieve those goals. That I believe is the real key.

With running, my story is no different. With all humility, I think I have been fairly successful in my relatively short running career in achieving my goals. Part of this success is attributable to setting realistic goals. Some days my goal may be “just to finish” while other days my goal might be to break 3:30 hours for a marathon or even set a P.R. Fortunately, I’ve never had to drop from a running race. I attribute this largely to my drive.

Today I expected to be different. For the first time in my memory, I entered today thinking that I probably would not finish. While I knew I was physically able to finish (I had completed the Lean Horse 100 only six weeks prior), I just didn’t know if I had the drive to finish. I was beat down mentally from Lean Horse and from all the long runs I have completed this year. This feeling was new for me. But although I was not coming in confident, I did have a good attitude that no matter what I wouldn’t be a failure even if I didn’t finish.

With that backdrop, I set out to run my 3rd career 100 mile Ultramarathon. The Heartland 100 takes place in the Flint Hills of Kansas. This had been my first 100 miler exactly one year ago.

I woke up around 3:00, got dressed and grabbed a quick breakfast of a cliff bar and Gatorade. Laura (my training partner and fellow participant setting out to complete her first 100 mile ultramarathon) picked me up around 4:00 a.m. We headed to the start area in Cassoday nearly 45 miles away. We arrived around 5:00 and had nearly an hour to kill. We hung out and chatted with other runners. We both were clearly nervous.

At 6:00 a.m., we were off into the pure darkness (the sun wouldn’t rise for another 45 minutes to an hour). The first few miles went as expected. We maintained around a 10:30 pace during the first five miles. Around every two miles, we took a one minute walk break. This worked well over those flat five miles. Around mile five we began hitting a few easy hills. At any significant climb, we walked. Any downhills, we ran. We did our best to run all the flats. The miles of running two straight miles were long gone.

The first manned aid station came at Battle Creek between eight and nine miles out. Laura and I quickly refilled our bottles and I grabbed a banana and a couple of pretzels. We headed out, straight into what I believe is the hilliest section of the entire course.

Miles 8-17 are tough, but early in the race they are kinda fun.

I continued eating and drinking. Forecast called for 80+ temperatures and 20+ mph winds. It was already getting hot, but with the winds, it felt strangely cold.

At the Mile 17 (Lapland), we saw Jennifer (my wife and my crew) for the first time. She provided us some much needed drinks and me a quick PB&J sandwich. We continued on. So far so good.

We met up with Jennifer again at the Teterville Aid station at mile 25. We were 25 miles in and feeling good. I dropped off the long sleeve shirt and grabbed refills on bottles and drinks.

We continued on towards mile 31 and the Texaco Hill Aid station. Although Texaco Hill is technically accessible by car, few crews try to go there as it is nearly impossible to get from Teterville to the Texaco Hill and to the following aid station in the time it takes the runner to cover the same distance. So as much as we wanted to see Jennifer, we would have to utilize the supplies at the aid station (the aid stations are great) and head on out to Jennifer at mile 36.

The temperatures and the wind continued to increase. Our pace slowed, but we continued covering each mile at just over 12 minute miles.

At mile 36 (Ridgeline), we found Jennifer. Laura needed to change shoes and socks, and to treat the early stages of a blister. I used that time to relax and eat a sandwich and refill my bottles. After about five minutes, we moved on.

At mile 43 (Matfield Green Aid Station), Laura and I split ways. This was by plan. She had her own pacers planning on running with her for the last 57 miles, while I had plans for pacers from the last 43 miles. While our paces were similar enough for the first 30 or 40 miles, we knew that we better be able to each run our own paces thereafter.

I was feeling very good at mile 43 and was able to move quickly through the aid station after Jennifer provided fluids and food. I even grabbed a third water bottle with the heat (largely to pour over my head if I began to overheat). I applied some much needed sunscreen (did I mention it was 80 degrees and sunny?). Laura, unfortunately, was hitting the first of many inevitable walls. She was getting overheated, hungry and tired. Her feet were causing her some problems, and she needed a little bit longer break. I knew she would break through it, but neither she nor I knew how long she and her first pacer might be at that aid station. So I left on my own from 43 just after 2:00 p.m.

The next 7 miles were a struggle for me. It was getting warmer and warmer. I was having difficulties eating, although I was doing a reasonable job of taking in fluids. I hit the 50 mile aid station (Lone Tree) at 4:10 p.m. There I took some time to drink some 7-Up and eat a Gu.

The half-way point was a significant victory for me. I had run for 10+ hours and was feeling pretty good. I was right on pace for a sub 24-hour finish, and right in line with my time last year. I was feeling good, and I had regained the confidence that I could finish today’s race.

I began the journey back. Unfortunately, 49.5 miles from the start is a very long and steep down hill. Going in to the aid station at mile 50, that makes for a nice easy downhill before the break. But on the way out, it takes nearly 5 minutes just to climb your way out of the valley. I struggled up, but by the top I was ready to run. And who did I see but Laura. She was looking awesome and running well! Thankfully, she had broken through the mile 43 lows. She couldn’t be more than 10 minutes behind me! I was really excited for her, which gave me much needed boost (you can’t help but have a vested interest in your running partner for nearly all your training and the first 43 miles of the race).

This boost was unfortunately short lived. While the heat of the day was on the decline, the 8+ hours of direct sunlight and heat had taken a toll on me. My stomach was struggling to digest. Nothing sounded good, either to eat or drink. I struggled to make it up and down the hills. I was hitting a serious low on the day. My energy was gone.

I struggled back to Matfield Green at mile 57. Jennifer and Laura’s crew were all waiting. As was my first pacer, Mike. Upon seeing everyone, I said “This ultrarunning deal sucks. Who signed me up for this?” I didn’t mean it, and in all honesty, seeing friends kept my spirits high. I joked with those around me. But I also didn’t hide that I was feeling low because of the heat. I downright felt ill. I didn’t want any more Gu, so I nibbled on some crackers and had some Ginger Ale.

Mike and I headed out. I began slowly, but soon picked up the pace. By this time I had been out there for nearly 12 hours. I was tired and hungry. I definitely enjoyed the company. We had only 6 miles to go before hitting Ridge Line. We hit mile 36 just as the sun set. I was right around 13 hours in. I grabbed a quick bottle of Coke and a Vanilla Gu (great combination).

Mike and I made a fairly quick stop out of Ridgeline, and he and I headed back out for another 11 miles. Mike would be with me through Texaco Hill and all the way to mile 75 and Teterville. At Texaco Hill, the aid station was a tent that provided us some nice relief from the cold winds. I drank some coffee and ate chicken-noodle soup. I drank more Ginger Ale and ate saltines to help settle my stomach. I still felt ill.

Mike and I soon charged on. We would have 7 tough miles without any aid before hitting the 75 mile mark and my crew. I struggled for the first few miles, but soon picked up the pace. I covered those miles in fairly good time.

Sooner than expected (which was a rarity, see below), we hit Teterville Road. Within a few minutes on Teterville Road, we would hit the Teterville Aid Station and mile 75. Awaiting me at Teterville was Jennifer and my next two pacers, Brad and Danny. Laura’s crew was also there. The news was that Laura was only 20 minutes behind me leaving Ridgeline 11 miles back. She was doing awesome!

I again drank coffee and ate soup and saltines. I changed my socks for the first time on the day (I was really struggling with the small rocks in my shoes). Danny and I headed out.

Danny paced me 8 miles through mile 83 and the Lapland Aid Station. The story of Danny (and Brad for that matter) is fairly funny. Danny and Brad are coworkers. I had asked if they would pace me some time back. I knew neither of them were runners, but both are athletes. I knew with very minor training, they could easily pace me through an 8 or 9 mile section. And if I was really struggling, I knew each could go beyond that 8 or 9 miles. So even though Danny had done no training (none, zero, zilch), he stuck with me for 8 miles. It was tougher than he thought. Luckily, my relationship with Danny (and with Brad) is that I can joke with them about being able to outrun them after running 85+ miles. This adventure made for some great laughs for the nearly two hours that it took Danny and me to make it those eight miles.

At mile 83, I met my crew for a quick break. I ate some more soup and drank some more coffee. Brad joined me to pace me through the toughest section of the course, Lapland to Battle Creek. My running pace wasn’t quick, and my ability to run more than a few minutes at a time was lost, but what surprise Brad was my ability to quickly walk up the hills. Brad, who had trained even less than Danny, kept up good spirits, although the hills were killing his legs! Again, this made for good laughs!

For me, the extremely difficult part of this stretch was not the hills, but it was not knowing how many hills were left. Constantly I would think I was farther along the stretch than I really was. My memory was that you could see the aid station from the top of a hill. So at each hilltop, I’d look down and when I saw no aid station, I let it get to me. I admitted to Brad about mile 90 that I was mentally defeated.

Finally, it appeared. The Battle Creek Aid Station at mile 92 was a great sight. I knew I was now through the hills and within single digits of the finish. Brad and Danny were set to again switch, with Danny planning to take me on to mile 96. Brad and Danny quickly rethought the issue, and decided that Brad would keep going, so he didn’t have to tighten up before running again. I ate some soup and drank some Red Bull. Danny and I headed out.

The Mirage Aid Station appeared at mile 96. Brad and Danny switched places. I headed out quickly after eating a bit of banana. I was feeling good, and was ready to finish.

Danny and I pushed on over those last 4 miles. Again, I thought I was farther along the course that I actually was. With about 5 miles left, you can see the finish tower (a water tower with flashing lights). So you feel closer than you really are. I remembered the last two miles of the course were a right turn, followed by a left turn, followed by a right turn on to pavement and the finished. What I clearly didn’t remember was how far it was from Mile 95 to the start of those last two miles. Again, I was mentally defeated, but this
time I didn’t let it get to me. I knew I was close. I could keep going with slowing.

When I finally hit those last two miles, my pace quickened. I was excited to be finished. And I knew I would finish just under my finish time from last year. I tried to run the entire last two miles, but couldn’t. I did run much more than I walked, and walked quickly when I walked. The last ¾ mile I did manage to run the entire way.

I finished in 22:33:21. 18th place out of 81 starters. 13 minutes faster than last year.

I was surprised that I finished. Even more surprised by my finish time. And even more surprised by my attitude throughout the day. I stated I entered the day not knowing if I had the drive and the will to finish. I was proud to say that I found it somewhere between mile 50 and 57.

Laura finished in 25:46! She was the 3rd place woman. Congratulations to her.

A huge thank you to Mike, Brad and Danny, as well as to Laura’s crew who gave me an enormous amount of support. Even more thanks to Jennifer. Even at 7 months pregnant, she is the best crew person out there.

One day to go!

2008-10-10T19:47:00.000-07:00

Well, I'm there. One last 4 mile run and all the training is behind me.

I hopped on the gym treadmill for a my 4 mile run just before lunch. While I would liked to have just coasted my way through this run, I knew that a little faster pace would really help stetch out my legs before tomorrow. So I did 1/4 mile repeats, alternating between 9-10 mph paces on the fast sections and 7.5 mph on the slow sections.

The run went surprisingly fast. And now its over. No more delays before the next 100.

Still having some hip pain.

2008-09-22T20:06:00.001-07:00

I dreaded my run all day. I limped around at work for hours and it really never got better. Just pain all around the hip and down my femur. I think it is just inflammation, but it really is causing me some problems. But, I will say it felt its best on my daily 4 mile run.

4 early miles before Wisconsin

2008-09-20T20:08:00.000-07:00

Although I didn't look forward to it, I managed to get up at 4:15 this morning to get my run in before heading to the airport at 6:00 a.m. I'm looking forward to my marathon tomorrow, but I know I am really dehydrated. Today was a little painful for that reason.

Dehydration

2008-09-19T20:10:00.000-07:00

Last night I just didn't really appreciate how humid it really was. 26.2 miles and only 3 water bottles did not combat the dehydration. So today sucked. And tonight's run sucked even more. Got my 4 miles in, and worked up quite a thirst in the process.

4 Treadmill miles

2008-09-17T20:13:00.000-07:00

This morning I hopped on the treadmill for an early run. 4 miles. No real problems.

But it got me thinking. Treadmill running isn't so bad. I've done marathons on a treadmill but nothing more. How far could I go? Maybe next year I might just try and see. It would be incredibly monotonous, but it could be quite a challenge. Could I do 40 miles? 50 miles? 100k? 100 miles? Could I do a 24 hour treadmill run? I think I will start this fall training and see what I can do.

37 down, 15 to go!

2008-09-13T20:19:00.000-07:00

I desperately wanted to sleep in this morning. But I didn't. And I didn't for good reason. Laura needed a running partner. She had one last 40 mile run to get in before the Heartland 100. Me, because of my 100 miler a couple of weeks ago, and my "marathon-a-week" steak through Heartland, I didn't need any extra miles. And frankly, I was fine getting in those needed miles during daylight hours. But 2 a.m. called, and Laura wanted to run.

I was prepared to meet Laura at 2:00 a.m. But the storms were brewing. I secretly hoped that meant a cancelation. I woke up about 1:15, and no messages of cancelation. The rain was coming down very heavily (yesterday, the west side of town received 10 inches of rain; we received 6 on my side of town). I checked the radar, and no real break in sight. That is when I heard a knock on the door. It was 1:30 and Laura was here, 30 minutes early. I had expected that she was going to run 10 miles or so on her treadmill before we ran at 2:00 a.m., but instead she just came over early and ran from my house. But the rain was coming down so hard she needed shelter.

And for good reason. My street tends to flood. This night was no exception. We had likely 3+ feet of water in my street. It was impassable. And the rain was still coming down.

We hung out inside for 30 more minutes, and when the radar indicated that the weather might break, we headed out. Into a monsoon. We managed to get across the street and down the block (in people's front yards). We even saw two (drunk) guys rafting down my street!

We soon turned a corner (literally and figuratively with the weather) and the rain and flooding subsided. It continued to rain for the next hour or so, and then it tapered off to a mist. It continued that way for the rest of the run.

Laura and I made it through 20 miles without incident. But after 22 or so, we had to drive across town to meet the team to finish our run. We quickly headed over and finished our run.

I had only planned on 26.2, but I was feeling good. Our team was running 8 miles, which consisted of two 4 mile loops. After one loop, I decided to just keep going. I was fortunate enough to get with the fast group, so the entire 8 miles took less than 1:15.

Not a bad run. Very wet. Feet had some problems because of the moisture and warmth. But all in all, a very good run.

37 marathons down, 15 to go!

36 down, 16 to go!

2008-09-06T13:46:00.000-07:00

I'll start at the end. My "marathon" today went just fine. I feel good and don't feel like I ever really struggled out there today. But it did not go as planned.

The plan: Get up around 2:30. Meet my training partner Laura at 3:15 for 10 miles or so before the 6:00 a.m. Team-in-Training Run. Join the team for 16 miles and call it a day.

The variable: Rain.

The outcome; Thunder and lightening canceled Laura and I's 3:30 run, so 6 a.m. would be the new start time. Frustrating thing was, I had been up for 30 minutes before we decided to cancel. Back to bed I went (couldn't really sleep, but got a few winks in in the next hour or so). Up again at 5:15 for the 6 a.m. TNT run. But its pouring down rain. I head to the start line, and at about 6:15 we decided to give it a go. So while I should have had 12 or so miles in by now, I was just starting the day.

The run started slow because of the rain. No one was really mentally in to it, and it was a little chilly staring out. But we all stuck it out. I was really proud of my team members. 16 miles in 55 degree rain. Not a bad day for them.

Once we dropped off the team, Laura and I kept it up for another 10 miles. Never really dried out, although it did cut down to a drizzle by the time we finished.

Very slow day. 5:35 total, which includes our incredibly long water stops (large team + one cooler = long delays). But I was thrilled to see that my average heart rate on the day was 112. Not bad. Even at mile 26, my average heart rate for the mile was 119 at a 10:30 mile. Pretty thrilled with that.

36 down, 16 to go!

After work 4 miler

2008-09-05T20:42:00.000-07:00

Feeling better tonight. Legs are feeling better and better, and so is the body in general. Part of my problem this week is that I am tired, so I sleep more. But the more I sleep, the more tired I get. Sometimes I just have to break the need to sleep and get up after about 5 or 6 hours. I think that is what serves me best.

Jennifer joined me 4 miles after work (I really intended to get up and run this morning, but the rain was a nice excuse). Nice and easy.

Legs are coming back...

2008-09-04T18:29:00.000-07:00

The last few days have been a real struggle. Tired legs, tired body. If I didn't know better, I would have thought I had the flu, but nothing other than my body hurts - no stomach, head, etc... I don't know. I guess just delayed fatigue.

Today went better. 33:00 minutes. Nice and cool. Really felt like I had some legs and gas left at the end. Not a bad run.

I'm tired.

2008-09-03T18:32:00.000-07:00

I just don't feel right. Despite my plans to get up (again) this morning, I failed. I just couldn't do it. After a day at work, I managed to get my run it. But it wasn't pretty. 4 miles, just over 35 minutes. Painful.

Very tired today

2008-09-02T20:49:00.000-07:00

I had big plans this morning. I headed to bed early thinking I would head to the gym around 5:00 for an easy run on the treadmill. I then intended to get back in the pool. I thought a bit of cross-training over this next month might do me some good.

But woke up just as tired as I went to bed. Add to that significant body soreness. I really am not sure what it is caused by, but often my soreness is delayed a few days.

So I went right back to bed. I struggled getting up 2 hours later, struggled all day at work, and struggled getting 4 miles in at the gym this evening.

Will work on my hydration (which I know is low) as well as my food intake.

4 mile run followed by 30 on the bike.

2008-09-01T18:52:00.000-07:00

While I had the day off, I really wanted a chance to ride with some friends at around 7 a.m., while reserving the bulk of my day for work and lounging. So I woke up at 5:30ish and was running by 6 a.m. I really struggled through the 4 miles. 30 minutes total, with a 7 minute final mile. My heart rate told me I didn't have it today, as I was hitting the 170's by mile 3, even at 7:30 miles. I think I really could use a break.

Very proud of Jennifer

2008-08-31T18:58:00.000-07:00

Still out running. 5 months in to her pregnancy, and still out there. Our run was a little slow as it was pretty hot and humid but a nice 4 mile run.

35 down, 17 to go!

2008-08-30T19:00:00.000-07:00

Since I began my "marathon a week" plan earlier this year, there were a couple of marathons that I was not looking forward to. Today was one of those days. After a 100 miler last weekend, I did not want to get back out and run a marathon 6 days later. But I knew this going in. Today had to finally arrive.

I began optimistic. I actually felt pretty good. But I knew 26.2 would be pushing it. I was right.

Laura and I began running just shortly after 3:00 a.m. I hadn't had a lot of sleep, maybe 2 1/2 hours or so, so I began the day pretty tired. But I had to do it. We trekked along just fine for about 11 miles. 5:10 and we were done with that first 11 miles. Now we had to drive a couple of miles over to the Team-in-Training run and another 15 miles.

I joined in with 4-1 run/walk group, which helped significantly. The next 10 or so miles went well. I drank and ate well, but my energy declined every mile. I didn't feel any real tiredness with my running, just an overall tiredness. I don't mind the walk breaks, but I hate the long water stops, that sometimes take 5+ minutes.

Mile 20 was about my limit. But I kept moving.

Nearly 5:30 after starting the day, I finished. 114 average heart rate on the day.

35 down, 17 to go!

So far, so good.

2008-08-29T19:43:00.000-07:00

Amazingly, after 5 days, I think I am alive. Today's 4 miler went slow and steady, but no complaints. A little pain in the hip/knee, but it should be fine. 38 minutes. Just took it easy.

Late night at work, late evening on the treadmill

2008-08-28T21:48:00.000-07:00

Planned to work late tonight, so the easiest way to get my run in was to take a break from work around 8:00, go for a quick run at the nearest gym, grab some dinner and head back to work. 34:43. Hip is a little sore.

Evening stroll

2008-08-27T19:45:00.000-07:00

Nothing too exciting. Usual course, usual pace. 4 miles in 34:38.

It was too good to be true.

2008-08-26T19:51:00.000-07:00

Tonight the real fatigue set in. Nothing really hurts, although my right hip and knee ache a little. Probably early signs of ITBS, so I probably should do some stretching. Anyway, tonight went a little slow. Needed some walk breaks just from the fatigue. Didn't really want to be out hear anyway.

First day back

2008-08-25T19:49:00.000-07:00

For the first day running after a 100 mile run, I feel like a million bucks. No real pains, other than some muscle fatigue. 4 easy miles and I didn't even need any walk breaks. This is too good to be true.

Lean Horse 100 Mile Ultramarathon - 34 down, 18 to go!

2008-08-24T22:23:00.000-07:00

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Last 4 miles before the race!

2008-08-22T13:26:00.000-07:00

This morning I hopped on the hotel treadmill in Kearney, Nebraska at about 5:30 a.m. to get my last run in before the 100 miler! Hotel treadmill kinda sucked, but it got the job done. Feeling ok, but my back is a little more sore than I would like.

Morning 4 miler with Jennifer

2008-08-21T13:28:00.000-07:00

I'm intentionally taking this week easy. As much as I would have liked to get a little bit longer run in this morning (beautiful morning!), I resisted. I'm not good with tapering, but the last thing I really need is a 10-15 mile run two days before an ultra. Feeling pretty good, certainly nervous, but feeling like I can do it. Still not sure why I looked at the elevation chart!

Why do I do this to my self?

2008-08-20T22:30:00.000-07:00

This morning I made the mistake of looking at the elevation chart for Lean Horse this weekend. I'd guess between 7,000 and 9,000 feet of climb and decent. I thought this was supposed to be flat! I really am not looking forward to the first and last 15 or so miles. It looks like those miles have the bulk of that climb and decent. The rest of the course (miles 15-85 or so) is run on an old railroad bed, which apparently doesn't climb or fall more than 3% at any time. But even 3% if it goes on for 5 miles can get pretty tiring.

Despite my now fear of the run, I made it out for an evening 4 miler. 39:50. Nice and easy.

Early run with Jennifer

2008-08-19T13:37:00.000-07:00

Easy morning. 4 miles in about 45 minutes. Jenn needed the walk breaks with the high morning humidity. Such a trooper she is.

Slow and Steady

2008-08-18T13:38:00.000-07:00

That is the game plan for Saturday. Slow and steady. Its how I've been training. Slow and steady. Most of my long runs have been slow and steady. My marathon or longer distance runs have been 10 minute miles or slower, often with several designed walk breaks. That is how I plan on getting through Saturda - run at around a 10:30 mile while I am running, and mix in some walk breaks every 10 minutes or so, or when the grade demands it.

Today I did what I have been training to do. Slow and Steady. 40:05 for 4 miles. Felt good.

Lazy 4 miler

2008-08-17T18:24:00.000-07:00

I'm tapering. Trying not to push myself on the bike or the run this week. So I am applying that to all parts of my life. I've been really lazy today. Not done much but eat and watch TV. So about 4:30, I decided to just cruise around for 30 minutes or so on my bike, then go for a run. Took the dog, she loved it.

33 down, 19 to go!

2008-08-16T18:13:00.000-07:00

I woke up very nervous. Not about my marathon planned for today, but for my 100 mile run next Saturday (www.leanhorse.com). I'll post more about this in the days to come, but I just didn't feel ready. I know I had some great training in the last month, but with the extreme bout of dehydration that I went through two weeks ago (See August 2nd), I'm just nervous about having my body ready for race day. And I will be the first to admit that my marathon streak is not the best idea when (a) training for (b) tapering for and (c) recovering from, a 100 mile run. So I was nervous.

But today really helped. My running partner Laura began last night about 11:00 for a 45 mile run. Her and Dave, Dawne and Pam (TNT coaches/friends) started running from my house at 11:00. I saw them off, got a couple hours of sleep and was ready to meet them at 2:30 for my marathon, and the last 28 or so for Laura. I started slow, and finished slow, but never once felt fatigued. The pace (around 11 min/miles) was perfect preparation for Lean Horse. The temperature was great, my hydration was great, and my food/energy was great. Huge confidence builder.

I want to make a quick mention that I was able to try out my new headlamp today. Its a Brunton L5 headlamp. It puts out 5 watts - huge compared to my .3 watt headlamp that I have been using. Its very cool. Almost like running with a huge floodlight out in front of you. This will be very nice to have with me as I attempt the 100 miles solo (no pacers).

Total time today was 5:48. There was a lot of stop time in there. Average heart rate was 116, and max was 144. I know that is way too slow. But the fact that I was able to keep everything under control gives me some confidence.

Back to the gym - and a baby photo!

2008-08-15T21:07:00.000-07:00

I planned on running early tomorrow morning (2:30 a.m.), so I wanted to get a run in early this morning. But with Jennifer's doctor's appointment, I needed to run later. So I ran at noon. This gave me a chance for a short bike ride in the evening, and time to mow the yard. Both of which were very necessary.

But on to more important things. Today we had Jennifer's first sonogram. For the first time, we got to see our little baby. Very, very, . . . very exciting! Still very nervous about this whole baby thing, but I couldn't be more excited.

4 gym miles

2008-08-14T22:05:00.000-07:00

I had a meeting this evening. Had to run at the gym. Wasn't a bad run. Actually kinda enjoyable as I got to watch some Olympics while I ran. I'm a little sore. Need to spend some time stretching.

An easy 4 mile run

2008-08-13T20:57:00.000-07:00

I'm tired. Tired of traveling. Not much energy tonight. Managed a 4 mile run with the dog. She enjoyed it. I did not.

Finally Home!

2008-08-12T23:53:00.000-07:00

I mentioned yesterday that I was supposed to be home on Sunday. Well, I didn't get home yesterday either. After sitting on the run way for 4 hours, we finally made it to Washington D.C. (we were supposed to fly through Atlanta, but were redirected to D.C.). The airline (Delta) made us fly in to Washington Reagan and out of Dulles (a $100 ride away by private car - 40 miles!). We of course missed the Dulles fight. So we were then rebooked on United.

As I didn't make it home until noonish, and had to work all afternoon, and had to go to my work softball game, and had to go to a bar and have a beer and burger (I had to do the first few, but the later I admit was optional), I didn't get a run in until late.

Very slow with a beer and burger in my belly.

Not what I had planned.

2008-08-11T17:50:00.000-07:00

Jennifer and I were supposed to fly home last night. But after arriving at the airport and waiting in line for 2 hours, we learned that our flight was canceled due to weather. We found one of the only remaining hotel rooms (not cheap) and rested. Woke up early and got on the hotel gym's treadmill.

I wanted to losen up a little, so I started at about 8 min/miles and picked it up gradually to around 6 min/mile for the last mile or so. But I broke the treadmill. Blew a fuse or something. I hopped on a neighboring treadmill and finished up slowly.

Another journey around New York

2008-08-10T17:18:00.000-07:00

I'll have to admit my wife is pretty brave. I had this brill ant idea to take the subway down to Battery Park on the south tip of Manhattan, and then run back to our hotel in Times Square. I guessed somewhere between 4 and 6 miles, depending on how much winding we would do. So that is what we did. We headed to Battery Park about 8 a.m., arriving at around 8:30. We took a map, with a few general sights in mind to see, but no real planned route.

We began running along the water line. We stopped and took a few pictures of the Statue of Liberty (see background above).

We then headed to Ground Zero. I hadn't realized they had really started back with construction. It was a little odd. Not quite what I expected. Very large.

We headed north a while longer. Unfortunately, I hadn't realized how close to Wall Street and the Stock Exchange we were. So we missed that. We kept going, heading towards City Hall.

We headed towards China Town and Canal Street. We didn't buy any purses.

Next toward Little Italy. I wished I had time to have a meal there.

Kept heading north towards the Flatiron building and Madison Square Park.

From this point, we simply pick out the Empire State building and run towards it. Probably still a mile or so off. Probably the shadiest neighborhoods during this mile.

Another Mile or so and we are back to the hotel. About 6 miles. Very slow, but we were sight seeing. Very proud of Jennifer.

4 miler

2008-08-09T17:16:00.000-07:00

Back to the hotel gym for a 4 mile run. Would have rather been outside.

32 Down, 20 to go!

2008-08-08T21:16:00.000-07:00

A while back I made it my goal to run a marathon when I travel - and especially if and when I made it to New York. Having missed my planned marathon last weekend, running a marathon today was the only option. While I had conferences all afternoon, the morning was wide open. Why not hit the New York sidewalks for a marathon?

I woke about 4:45, ready to hit the treadmill by 5:15. The plan was to run somewhere between 10-13 miles on the treadmill before it was safely light. At about mile 12, and 7 a.m., that time arrived.

I headed out without a plan. I set out of the hotel and around Times Square. Oddly, even at 7:00 a.m., there are hundreds of people already out and about.

I then headed to Rockefeller Center and around 5th avenue. I don't know really what I had pictured, but it was certainly smaller than I expected. The Rockefeller building was big and magnificent, but the surrounding area was smaller than I thought. But beautiful.

Then I headed towards Central Park. On the way I ran past the Ed Sullivan Theater where the Tonight Show with David Letterman is filmed. Of course, I also ran by the Hello Deli.

Soon I was at Central Park. This place is amazing. I would say that it is worth the trip to New York just to see central park. On this morning, there were thousands of people running, walking and cycling. Truly an amazing sight.

But what makes it truly amazing was that a place like this exists. Green grass, treas and ponds surrounded by skyscrapers. Beautiful.

I headed all the way north towards the Harlem end of the park. I had to stop often to figure out where I was, but it was worth it. I really just took my time and took in all the sights. The ponds and lakes were beautiful.

Soon I was back out of the park, with about 6 miles or so to go. I again was without a plan. So I picked out a landmark - the Empire State Building. I headed that way.

After taking a few pictures, I headed back out. From there, my story gets boring, because I have no idea where I was! So I just ran. Very enjoyable. Slow, but enjoyable.

All in all, a great day. Saw some beautiful areas of Manhattan.

32 marathons down, 20 to go!

A very odd feeling.

2008-08-07T21:09:00.000-07:00

We made it to New York today. While I had intentions of running this morning before we left, having to be at the airport by 4:45 put a stop to that. So Jennifer and I arrived in New York City for our legal conference and got all checked in. Grabed a late lunch and then I hit the treadmill before heading out for the evening.

Normally I would not describe a treadmill as an odd feeling. But this was very different. At our hotel in Times Square, the gym was on the 23rd floor, and it overlooked Times Square and all its billboards and people. The treadmills were facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, as if you could just run out to mid air above the street. Very weird. It took a long time to get used to it.

Afternoon 4 miler with the dog

2008-08-06T20:00:00.000-07:00

Warm afternoon, but not hot. Temperatures today were easily 15 degrees cooler than yesterday. So while it was warm, I couldn't deny the dog the opportunity to run. A 34 minute 4 mile run.

Hot afternoon

2008-08-05T19:55:00.000-07:00

Rough day at work. I had to be in early, and had a work softball game late. So the only opportunity for a run was at 4:30 - when it was 100 degrees. I headed to the softball fields. Instead of the usual "road run," I put on the old cross-country shoes and headed around the field for a 4 mile run. The course wasn't marked for distance, but based on pace I knew I hit my distance in about 30 minutes. I'd guess the fields are around 1.5 miles around, as each loop took me around 12 minutes. Nice to get off the road, but a tough run with the heat and high grass.

Morning 4 miler

2008-08-04T19:13:00.000-07:00

Jennifer and I made it up early to avoid the heat. Having run the last week or so in 85+ degree temps, the mid 70's felt great. My legs still aren't quite right, but a 11 min/mile pace felt pretty nice.

I hurt.

2008-08-03T19:12:00.000-07:00

I haven't felt this bad in a long, long time. Severe Dehydration. I know I was down about 10 lbs yesterday, because I am close to 10 lbs up today. But nothing feels right. I have water back in, but I am clearly low on everything else. And I hurt.

Today's 4 mile run late in the evening was a struggle. Around 40 minutes, but very rough.

Dehydration sucks!

2008-08-02T19:01:00.000-07:00

Forecast: 102. High humidity. Plan: 12 mile run and 30 mile bike. Success? No.

I thought I felt ok when I began the 12 mile TNT run. But as I would find out, I never really felt right. And it would go downhill.

Normally, I don't struggle much with our TNT participants. I usually find myself with a slower group, usually run-walking, usually at a nice, easy 10:00-11:00 min/mile pace. But today, I got the opportunity to run with the runners. This year we have a couple of women who are training at the 8:00 - 9:00 min/mile pace, which normally isn't a problem for me. But today it was. I didn't know quite what my problem was when I started, but something wasn't right.

From the outset my legs felt tight, almost cramping. I was too hot. And my heart rate was way too high. I pushed on, but really struggled to finish. It had to be some mild dehydration.

I had plans on a 30 mile bike ride when I finished, but with a marathon scheduled tomorrow and not feeling well, I called it a day. Really not feeling well by this point. I decided to go home and rest.

By the time I got home, I was still feeling pretty rough. I knew it was dehydration, but I didn't know quite how bad. I just didn't feel right, and I couldn't get cool. Despite that I probably drank 24 ounces of water on the way home, I was down over 8 lbs on the day! Without that water, that is near 10 lbs, or 6% of my body weight! Not a good thing.

I think I will reconsider my arrogance and the heat. I don't know if I can make it the marathon tomorrow.

A cycling course record!

2008-08-01T20:58:00.000-07:00

So my excitement is likely not shared by many. But tonight I again set a course record on my 21 mile cycling course. Out in the 98 degree temperatures at 6:00 pm, I hit the heat with everything I had. Not exactly sure why, but I really was feeling good. Little wind, just a nice day to really sale on my tribike. 1:01:21 for 21 miles. With the time at stops, I think I easily hit a 22 mph average.

Headed home for a tough 4 mile run. Feeling a little dehydrated... But only a 12 miler tomorrow, followed by an easy 30 mile ride.

Foggy Four

2008-07-31T14:33:00.000-07:00

I finally made it up in the a.m. for a run. Jennifer and I needed to get a short run in before work, as we both had events planned for the evening. Despite the fog (and accompanying 100% humidity) we headed out for a 4 miler.

Legs feel fine, except this two days in a row of slow running. Maybe tomorrow I'll pick it up...

Late night 4 miler

2008-07-30T22:36:00.000-07:00

I was not very motivated tonight. After getting home from work and an after-work reception for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society, I had several chores that need done. Those, like mowing the yard, required daylight, so I had to get right on them, and put my run off until after dark. By that time, I would have rather had a beer and gone to bed. But I made it through, but without motivation it was very slow.

2008-07-29T20:39:00.000-07:00

Having failed to run this morning, my typical Tuesday stair routine would have to be changed to make sure I could get in my daily 4 mile run. I arrived at the stadium in plenty of time to get 4 miles in, plus 15 sets of stairs - that is, until I realized I forgot my shoes. Home I went. By the time I got back, the rain was coming down. This helped greatly with the temperature, but not much with the confidence on the stairs. I slowed down. I ran one mile, did 5 sets of stairs, another mile, 5 sets of stairs, another mile, 3 sets of stairs (needed to get the rest of the 4 miler in as the stadium was quickly closing), and the rest of my run. Not a bad workout. Legs felt pretty solid. Slowing down and not peaking the heart rate in the 180's makes you feel better all over.

Gym 4 miler

2008-07-28T20:42:00.000-07:00

Headed to the gym this evening on my commuter bike. Traffic wasn't bad, but man it was hot. Its only 3.5 miles or so each way to the gym, and it is a straight shot, but with the heat and the traffic, it will make you sweat. Anyway, the gym was pretty crowded with all the other people avoiding the heat (did I mention it was spitting rain hear and there, so top 95 degrees with 100 percent humidity...). 4 miles down in about 30 minutes. Started pretty slow, but had good legs. Ended up running the last quarter mile at 11 mph. Pretty fast for me.

31 Down and 21 To Go!

2008-07-27T12:34:00.000-07:00

I slept in until 5:00, for a 5:30 start time with Laura. Today we had the fantastically laid plan of no plan at all. The rules were two: run 26.2 miles; do not run on any normal course.

We headed out with Amanda for 12 miles. We headed downtown and towards the river. A short trip up and down the river, and we were 6 miles in and needing to head back. So we did. Without a plan, but heading towards the house nevertheless.

Dropped Amanda off and grabbed a quick PB & J sandwich and a Coke. Felt great to eat some real food.

Headed back out. This time we headed north to the University - a place that I like to run, but never do. So we took a loop around the university and headed out towards a small nature center, that has a nice bike/run path in a quiet, clean environment. A couple mile loop around the nature center, and we were ready to begin heading back towards the house (about mile 20).

By this point the we could tell how quickly the temperature was rising. Not more than 8 miles from the house, and both water bottles were already empty. Stopped by a convenience store for a quick fill up. Back on the road towards College Hill and a quick 1.5 mile loop to finish up.

I feel great. Two marathons in two days, and very little negative to show for it.

Average Heart Rate - 121! Total time 5:02:48. Slow, but that was the point.

30 Down, 22 to go!

2008-07-26T22:21:00.000-07:00

It is never a good feeling when you begin to consider yourself odd. Today was that day.

Laura and I had plans to begin a marathon at 2:45 a.m. This means I was to get up by 2:00, and travel to the starting spot and running by 45 minutes later. Did I find this troubling? No. Was I concerned with the lack of sleep? No. Did I get to bed early? No. Did I change what I ate? No. This just wasn't a big deal, and I actually for a minute considered this an "easy day." That - I know will admit - is odd.

So mile 1 began just after 2:45 a.m. We headed out on a nice morning with temperatures of about 75 degrees and humidity hovering about that same level. Our plans would be to run 8 miles out on our designated route, and turn around and head back. 16 miles total for a "pre-run" before the weekly TNT run of about 10 miles. The miles just ticked away.

By mile 5, Mike - another TNT coach - joined us so he could get about 20 miles in on the day. We continud on at a nice, slow pace - about 10:30 pace with a minute of walk every other mile.

Finished up those first 16 miles with little action to report. We would begin the teams 10 mile run after a short, 15 minute rest.

Miles 16-26 would tick off too without much to report. It kinda just felt like a normal run - certainly didn't feel like a "marathon."

By the time I finished, Mike had another 1/2 mile to finish up to get in 20 miles. Seeing no reason not to, I went with him. Half way through that I got the brilliant idea to let him get a one block lead and see if I could catch him in a 1/2 mile. Barely caught him but ran out of gas as he pressed on for the victory. 27 miles total. Around a 4:45 marathon time (excluding the 15 minute break between runs).

Average Heart Rate - 124 (This too I find oddly low).

Somehow managed a bike ride to and from work, and another bike ride that afternoon. Took the Triathlon bike out for a spin (today was the time trial for the Tour de France), and took the customary 21 mile course in record time (1:03:21). Felt really good.

Friday Four miler

2008-07-25T19:15:00.000-07:00

Little again to report. Went out at a nice pace, but not too hard. Planning on two marathons this weekend, so I need to take it easy and stay hydrated. 32:25.

Four

2008-07-24T22:55:00.000-07:00

4 again. 35:26. Feeling good.

Late evening run

2008-07-23T23:02:00.000-07:00

I had a pretty full evening tonight, so I just headed out late. Didn't really have the motivation to do it, and frankly needed a break. So I took it real slow. Somewhat enjoyed it after all. 42:30.

Treadmill 4 miler

2008-07-22T17:45:00.000-07:00

We have a softball game tonight, so I only had time for a quick treadmill run and a few sets of stairs before the game. Left work a tad early to get on the treadmill. Had a nice run of 29:20. Feeling pretty good and ready for a few sets of stairs. But when I arrived, the stadium was closed. Cancel that, I think I sit on the couch for a while before the game starts....

Another Bike and run

2008-07-21T22:50:00.000-07:00

Today I took that nice and easy bike ride I had been promising myself. Headed down town and around our "old town" area and the river. Pretty relaxing ride. Not trying to push myself at all, just trying to enjoy myself and get some saddle time.

Headed home for an easy 4 mile run. 35:43.

Bike and Run

2008-07-20T20:47:00.000-07:00

I had time today for a nice easy bike ride. But I didn't give myself that. Instead, I gave myself a nice hard bike ride on the Tribike. 1:05:20 for the usual 21 mile course. Might be a PR.

Didn't leave much in the tank for a 4 mile run. 34:41. Feeling pretty good for the day after a 50 miler.

29 down, 23 to go! Confessions of an all night runner!

2008-07-19T20:46:00.000-07:00

So you might be wondering why I chose to skip my blog entry for yesterday. There is a good reason actually. That is, I never had time to write it, as I was still running when the day ended.

Last night, my training partner (Laura) and I headed out at about 10:00 p.m. for a long run. Laura had planned on running 35 miles, getting done just before 6:00 a.m. on Saturday, so she could support the Team-in-Training participants on their run. Me, I had plans for somewhere between 40-50 miles, and between 10-12 hours. I'd just have to gauge my time and pace, as I didn't want to exceed either 50 miles or 12 hours.

So we headed out complete with headlamps for an initial 10 mile loop. Our plans would be to run this same loop 3 times, as it had a convenience store at one end, my house at the other end, and was run nearly entirely through quiet neighborhoods (i.e., without a lot of drunk people to yell at us - "don't you know its 3 a.m? Shouldn't you be asleep."). We would have to get pretty comfortable with that route.

The first 10 went well. Both of us carried needed supplies with us, so there was no need to stop at the c-store. We took some time to eat about half way through (nibbled on a CliffBar the entire loop), and of course took many other walk breaks along the way. Back home in about 1:45, giving us 10 minutes for the home base "aid station," and back on the road with a loop of less than 2:00.

When we arrived at home, we both did our best to eat solid foods. I took in a PB&J sandwich that Jennifer had fixed, along with some Powerbar Drink, and a few pretzels. Feeling pretty good for midnight.

Back out for loop number 2. Not really feeling too bad yet. Hit the half-way point in good time, and still didn't need the c-store. Ate some more, and headed back. Still not feeling too bad, but looking forward to some caffeine at the home base.

Back to the house after 20 miles at around 2:00 a.m. Made a quick turn around after another half a PB&J and more pretzels. Started the PowerGels a few miles back. I could tell the temperatures were pretty high, and the humidity was even higher. I was going through a substantial amount of fluids, and I was soaked from head to toe.

Miles 20-25 went well. At 3 a.m. and on the way back towards home I could tell I was getting a little sleepy. The run was going well, and my legs were feeling good, so I started day dreaming (or is it just dreaming when it is during the middle of the night?) about how I might run to get in a few extra miles after Laura dropped off and before the team run. This day dreaming went so well that I caught myself nearly falling asleep! Maybe not quite, but I did "pop" back in to reality, and I couldn't quite figure out where on the course I was! I knew I was running and roughly where I was, but I couldn't remember what direction or which road exactly. A little weird. Enough to keep me awake the rest of the way.

Mile 30 came and went. Still feeling good after more PB&J and more PowerGel. Still going through water like, well, water. Miles 30-35 went pretty fast.

Dropped Laura off just short of 5:00 a.m. At my current pace, I'd have time to get 5 more miles in before the team run, which was scheduled for 10 miles. Perfect! Grabbed some food and gear, and headed (in the car) to the team training spot. A short 3 minute drive and I was back running. Although the first few steps were a struggle after sitting for only a couple of minutes, I quickly picked up the pace to around 9 min/miles. The sun was starting to come up, which really helped.

Back to the start after nearly 40 miles, and met the team for 10 miles. These 10 were unbelievable. Great miles! In no way did it feel like I had run 40 earlier. 50 came very easily. I did struggle a little with the pace (around 10:30's or 11:00's with the team). Since this was the same pace I had run all night, I either needed to pick up or slow down. So I had to do some weird walk breaks and faster catch-up runs just to keep up. Ankle and shin felt a little sore, but the pace change-up made that all feel better.

10:25 for 50 miles. Not a bad day at all! Average heart rate of 130. Not bad.

Morning 4 miler

2008-07-17T20:44:00.000-07:00

Jenn and I made it up for a 4 miler today. Took it pretty easy because of tomorrow's plans. Stay tuned....

Finally got out on the tri bike! (plus a 4 mile run)

2008-07-16T19:32:00.001-07:00

Despite my problems airing up the tires on Sunday (and the temper tantrum I through afterward), I managed to get the bike ready for a ride after work. I headed out to some nice weather, with maybe some 15-20 mph winds. The ride went awesome. 21 miles in 1:06 of total ride time. I'd figure my rolling average (without stop lights) was around 22 mph. That is certainly fast for me. Love the bike. Definitely fast. Wheels really move.

35:46 run for 4 miles after the ride.

4 miles and some stairs

2008-07-15T19:42:00.000-07:00

For the first time today I decided to take a relaxing lunch and run down by the river. Having an office that is not more than 4 blocks from the gym has made it nice to catch a run if I don't otherwise have time. But generally, when I make it to the gym at lunch, I feel that a treadmill is the fastest, as I am usually pressed for time. Today, however, I ventured outside. I headed 4 blocks west of the gym down towards the bike/walking paths down by the river. Beautiful day. Nice and warm, which is what I wanted.

4 miles in just over 34 minutes.

But the day wasn't over with that. I headed out to the stadium after work for some stair work. 10 sets in just over 35 minutes. I really did my best to "run" up them (all 76 sets). It is really a struggle those last few sets, as the incline really increases, and the rows really space out (I can hardly reach between the rows).

Monday morning 4 miler

2008-07-14T19:47:00.000-07:00

Managed to get up and run with the puppy this morning. Nice and relaxing (and cool) for miler. Legs are feeling a little tired, but overall pretty good. The weekend was a nice break from the long mileage.

Signed up today for the Heartland 100. I had an inside connection that let me know that the race was unofficially closed, but registrants before Wednesday would be allowed in. Just barely made it. Don't know what I am thinking. Two 100 mile runs within 45 days. We will see how big of a mistake that really is.

10 miler with the Team and a bit of a blow up

2008-07-13T19:51:00.000-07:00

Due to the lightening storm yesterday, the coaches organized an "unofficial" run for TNT this morning at 7 am. We had 20 or so show. Nice day. Nice to run with the team. Pretty slow today, which was also nice.

Made it home and had a list of chores. After finishing those, I wanted to head out on a bike ride. Having not made it out for any good weather rides on the tri bike, I wanted to ride it. But I had some serious issues blowing out tires when trying to air up the tires. I got really, really pissed, probably for no reason. I blew up. I gave up and road the other bike instead. But I guess the anger did me some good. Had a fantastic ride. That may have had something to do with that there was absolutely no wind. Kansas. No wind. Amazing.

1:08 for 21 miles total time (including stop lights, etc). That is flying for me.

Run called short with lightening

2008-07-12T20:00:00.000-07:00

Laura and I planned to meet for a 10 mile run before meeting the TNT group at 6 am. We weren't planning on running fast, and Laura needed to set out the coolers before the team run, so we met at 3:45 am. We got the first 10 miles in, but noticed that lightening was quickly approaching. Despite everyone showing and preparing to run, we had to call the run due to lightening. Pretty frustrating. But this was an easy day for me, so not a big deal. Actually, I was back in bed by 6:45. Not many can say they had run 10 miles, waited an hour after, and was still in bed by 6:45 am.

Woke up an hour or so later. Did some chores. Still made it to an 11:00 a.m. 30 mile ride with some friends. I was a little nervous about this as I haven't been riding. But it went very well.

Same 'ol, Same 'ol

2008-07-11T17:25:00.000-07:00

Another 4 miler. Don't know what is tying me down to lazy 4 milers....

Easy morning run

2008-07-10T17:24:00.000-07:00

Another easy 4 miler. Jennifer and I managed to get up early and head out. Absolutely beutiful morning.

Easy 4 miler

2008-07-09T22:23:00.000-07:00

Jenn and I went out for an easy 4 mile run. Nothing special, but then again I'm not the pregnant one!

Lunchtime run

2008-07-08T17:22:00.000-07:00

Forgot my watch today, but a 4 mile run at around 8 min/miles. It amazes me how attached I am to that damn watch....

4 miles plus some Tour de France spinning

2008-07-07T19:14:00.000-07:00

Went out for a steady 4 miler after work. Held a 7:30 pace fairly easily. Legs feel good. A little tired, but good. 30:36 total with traffic time.

When I got home, Jennifer and I hopped on the trainers to watch Stage 3 of the tour. 30 minutes only, but it felt good to do a little spinning.

28 Down, 24 to go

2008-07-06T19:00:00.000-07:00

After yesterday's 50k, I expected that my legs would be shot today. Whether it would have been from the hills, the heat or the distance, I expected to have jello legs. But I didn't. Not sure why. But I won't complain.

Woke up about 5:00 a.m. for a 6 a.m. run. Today I met my TNT folks out for our weekly team run. Because of the 4th falling on Friday, we anticipated that many participants would rather run on Sunday than Saturday. And when we showed up and had 20+ runners, we knew we were right. But before they met us at 7:00 for the run, several coaches and I met for 4 miles first.

The first 4 miles went well. We held a nice steady 10:15 pace. It was already getting warm. I could tell the temperatures would quickly reach the 90's as forcasted.

The next 9 miles were run with the team. I joined up with some run-walkers on a 4-1 plan. That is 4 minutes of running with a minute of walking. When running, we averaged about 10:30 miles. Total miles were around 12 min/miles. Not a bad pace at all, considering the heat.

And this sort of running walking I think is fantastic training for my upcoming 100 miler. I plan to do a fair share of walking during that race, starting at mile one. So having a slow run with walk breaks is just fine. And it keeps me on my feet for longer. Not a bad thing.

After those 9 miles (13 total), Laura (who will be joining me at the Heartland 100 in October), Pam, Amanda and I ran another 4 miles. We stuck to an "outside" loop at the park that has no shade. By 9:30, the temperature was already 86 degrees. And rising.

Pam and Amanda dropped off (as planned) after that 4 mile loop. Great job to both of them, as neither had planned to be out their that long. Thank you to both for just being their for Laura and I.

Laura and I continued. Actually, we were feeling great. The only problems were 2: first, the heat and the lack of shade; second, the monotony of loop around a small park. But we kept up our spirits, and kept to the best shaded areas of the park. This meant 3 more loops around a 3 mile section.

We kept going. Kept drinking. And kept going. The last few miles took some time, especially considering the length of time we took refueling and hydrating between loops. But we kept going.

5:35. Not a great time if you are counting, but I am not. I considered this a huge success, especially considering the heat. And didn't I mention yesterday that I am not a good heat runner?

28 "marathons" on the year down, 24 to go!

PsychoPsummer 50k Race Report - 27 down, 25 to go!

2008-07-05T19:08:00.000-07:00

Until today, I wouldn't have considered myself to be a good heat runner. (I probably wouldn't consider myself to be a good cold runner either. Now temperatures of 45-50...that is where I excel. But that is beside the point.) I have always enjoyed running in the heat, but generally only short distances. I've just always thought that my body is just not suited to take hot, humid days on long runs, especially on tough trails that really get your heart pumping. So really, I figured that an ultramarathon on a tough trail course in the middle of July would not be my best and brightest of days.

And I have some experience to support my belief. Last year I entered and finished an event called the PsychoPsummer 50k trail run in Kansas City. I'll keep the story short. I finished. I leave the story at that because the rest of the story would be about the near death experience I had last year when the temperatures reached triple digits with terribly high humidity (I exaggerate, I thought I was going to die but I really had a great time!). So obviously I couldn't wait to run it again this year.

Well this year came today. I'd nervously watched the weather all week long. Hoping that we wouldn't have another 100+ degree day like last year. Hoping the humidity would stay down. Hoping to have a partly cloudy, cool day. Well, I didn't exactly get all that, but I got a fairly nice July day. Some clouds, lower temperatures (high in the mid 80's), but pretty high humidity. Regardless of the weather, I was there in KC and ready to run.

This event is great. Its a two-loop 50k. I consider this to be a very hilly course. It isn't terribly rocky, although there are some rocky sections. And it isn't terribly winding, although there are some winding sections. Its tough. And that is why I like it. As the race website says, this is not a sissy paved event!

We arrived fairly early from Topeka, where my wife and I had stayed the night before. Jennifer helped me pick up my packet, filed up water bottles and got set to run.

I started near the back. The first couple of miles had several long fairly steep climbs and descents. Pretty tiring, but I remember the first few miles of the course having some fairly long hills. So I was mentally prepared. I passed a few people on this section, but pretty much tried to hold a steady pace (my goal was to have 2 laps at around 3 hours each).

After those few miles settled down, the race got fun. I consider the middle part of the course (miles 4-9)to be fairly fun. There are some very steep parts (those where you use all fours), but most of it is really cool trails (I have one favorite section where the trees completely cover the trail. Its like you are running through a tunnel). Some nice long descents to pick up the pace, and some nice long and windy ascents to keep things interesting. The aid stations at miles 5 and 9 were great sites and perfectly located and manned.

Miles 9-12 are pretty fast (considering how much fun the rest of the course is) as they were off the trails a bit. Other than one pretty long walking hill, most of this portion was very runnable. It was a nice break to start running again and hold it for 20 minutes or so.

After mile 12, we headed back to a windy section, and then into some really muddy sections. The last four miles seemed to take forever. Oddly, those last four miles were just as horrible on the first loop as they were on the second. So I really think those were tough sections, no matter if I was on mile 12 or 28.

I finished in 6:16 and some change. Turns out that I was 15th place out of 50. Not bad for me.

I really felt great when I finished. I joked with my wife after I finished that I could go another loop if I needed to. Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to, especially if it meant that I had to go back through those last 4 miles of mud again. But I was trying to save my legs for another 25-30 miler tomorrow. So I think I paced myself fairly well. Just right, so that I had enough left for either another 15 today or 25 tomorrow.

Yearly "marathon" update: 27 marathons down, 25 to go!

4th of July 9 miler

2008-07-04T19:06:00.000-07:00

Met some of my TNT teammates for a morning 9 miler. Steady 10 minute pace throughout. Probably pushing it on distance though, have a 50k race tomorrow.

Successful 4 miler.

2008-07-03T19:05:00.000-07:00

Took the dogs for another 4 miler. Nothing fast. But wore them out. Success.

4 miles + 2 dogs = Fun Run

2008-07-02T18:23:00.000-07:00

We are dog sitting for some friends. Rueben, a 2 year old black lab, is also a runner. At about 5:00, after an afternoon rainstorm cooled everything down, Pav, Rueben and I headed out for 4 miles. Both dogs did fairly well. Pav actually did great, and stayed right beside me. Rueben had a tendency to want to run ahead. Trying to control the two was pretty tough. Actually though it was pretty fun.

4 mile afternoon run

2008-07-01T18:26:00.000-07:00

I intended to wake up early to run. Didn't happen, because Jennifer and I both had to be at work early. So I got an afternoon run in about 90 degree temps. I won't complain, I actually love it. 4 miles in just over 35 minutes. Heavy traffic cost me 3 to 4 minutes.

The most beautiful of days...

2008-06-30T18:28:00.000-07:00

This morning was a beautiful morning. 61 degrees. No wind. Sun just coming up at 5:45. Absolutely fantastic to run in. Jenn and I were pretty slow, but it was worth it. 42 minutes and some change.

An afternoon 4 miler

2008-06-29T18:31:00.000-07:00

Had to work today, so I headed in on my bike. Wonderful day for a bike ride. Wished I had time for a longer ride and/or longer run. 4 miles only. Had dinner plans at friends. 40 minutes, just enjoying the beautiful day.

26 down, 26 to go (yes, that's half way)!

2008-06-28T18:34:00.000-07:00

Today I actually was able to join the TNT team for a Saturday training run. Met a couple of coaches for 5 miles before the team run. But when the team run was supposed to start, a huge thunderstorm came through and forced us to cancel the team run. But a few of us braved 7 miles before a second storm hit. We all quickly packed up and left.

But with my marathon streak on the line, I had to keep going. But I was smart enough to drive to a nearby gym and finish the last 14 miles on a treadmill.

Had a great run. On the treadmill I began at 7 mph, and picked up .1 for the next 12 miles. At mile 24, I added .1 mph every 1/2 mile, picking it up to 9.2 over the last 1/2 mile or so.

Felt great all the way through. The pace change really felt great. But I can't wait to actually make it through a team run.

26 marathons down, 26 to go. 3:53:09.

4 miler

2008-06-27T20:32:00.000-07:00

A little disappointed in myself for not getting up this morning. Headed out after work for a casual 4 miler. Trying not to do anything hard, as I have a marathon scheduled for tomorrow. Just enjoying the evening again.

Evening 4 miler

2008-06-26T14:30:00.000-07:00

Headed out about 8 pm for a nice slow run. 38 minutes. Really just enjoyed the evening.

Working late 4 miler

2008-06-25T22:28:00.000-07:00

Every once in a while, I get the great idea to stay late at work, grabbing a quick run and dinner at 8 or so in the evening (makes for a nice break in the day if I am staying past midnight). So this is what I did today. Little over 32 minutes. Feeling pretty tired after yesterday.

4 and stairs

2008-06-24T22:22:00.000-07:00

I failed to make it out of bed this morning. And the afternoon was busy, so I couldn't take off at 4 and run before my Tuesday softball ritual. So I headed to the gym at lunch and hit the treadmill for a fairly quick 4 miler. About 30 minutes (forgot my watch).

Headed to the track for some stair work right after work. Struggled to get 8 sets in. Lunch run really killed me.

A warm 4 miler with Pavlov

2008-06-23T19:12:00.000-07:00

Tonight Pav really wanted to go on a run. I obliged. 90 degrees. She died. 4 miles in 34:46. I felt good, although my legs are a little sore from the fast run this weekend.

A slow 4 miler with Jennifer

2008-06-22T19:10:00.000-07:00

Nothing to report. 43:25. 125 heart rate average.

4 time defending champion!!!!!

2008-06-21T18:57:00.000-07:00

I'll spoil the surprise. I won.

I headed to the start line about 6:15 for a 6:30 start. There were 2 or 3 runners at the start. "I can take them" I thought. As we stood waiting, 7 more showed, bringing the total to 10. "I can win this."

I headed out fast. My goal was to scare off any competition from even going with me. I was successful. At the turn around (out and back course), I easily had 2 minutes on my next competitor. I picked up the pace, knowing that I was right on pace for a P.R.

I kicked it in with about a half mile left. The course was fairly hilly, so I had little left. But just enough. 19:43. A Personal Best.

4 more miles that afternoon to complete my daily 4 mile requirement.

Getting ready for the big race

2008-06-20T18:47:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow is the "5k Legal Runaround," a small (very small, very very small) 5k run held in conjunction with our Kansas Bar Association Annual meeting. The typical entrants are either attorneys or family members.

Why do I care about this event? A little history might help. 4 years ago, I entered my first 5k Legal Runaround. With about 20 entrants, I ran the first 2.9 miles with a high-school soccer player. We chatted and had a good time. But with about a quarter mile left, I gave in to the urge and challenged him to a race. Knowing I would lose, it was still pretty exciting. I lost, but a second place finish I had (albeit out of 20 people). I might add that the 5k course was about 4.2 miles.

3 years ago I entered my second 5k Legal Runaround event. That year it was held in Vail, Colorado. I entered this year to win. I headed out (0ut and back course), and about 1.8 miles in (still on the way out) I made the executive decision to turn around. Those in the lead pack with me also turned around. We headed back, but to find that others had turned around earlier (closer to the 1.55 mile mark). I had some catch-up work to do. I pushed on, and with less than 1/10 of a mile to go, I passed a 19 year old girl for the victory. Cheap, I know, but she ran about a half mile less than I did. My first (and only ever) victory as an adult.

2 years ago the race was canceled. Still champion.

1 year ago the race was canceled. Still Champion.

Obviously, I am a defending champion with a lot on the line. I better start training.

So today, I headed out for a 4 mile run (right before lunch). 29:12. Not a bad pace. Need to run much faster tomorrow.

A hung over 4 miler

2008-06-19T18:45:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I headed to Topeka for our annual bar meeting. Last night I stayed up drinking and playing Golden Tee until 1:30 a.m. Today, I will be playing golf all morning/afternoon, and headed to a formal dinner tonight, followed by another reception.

So the only time I had today was a 8 a.m. run. A little slower than I had hoped, but another 4 miles down. 39:19.

Treadmill 4 miler

2008-06-18T18:40:00.000-07:00

Today I was feeling pretty good. The marathon yesterday seems to have had little impact. A little hungry today. A good night sleep last night helped.

I headed to the gym about 11:30 for a quick 4 mile run. 29:49. Heart rate was fairly under control, despite that I picked up the pace over the last two miles. Trying to get ready for this Saturday's 5k race. More on that later.

25 down, 27 to go!

2008-06-17T19:14:00.000-07:00

I woke up at 3:15, ready for a 3:45 marathon start time. I actually felt good getting up and getting going this morning. I helps to just get up and go, as opposed to snoozing and putting it off.

I headed out for a 11 mile loop (actually, 5.5 out and 5.5 back). Out with my reflective vest and my headlamp. Still pretty dark. I stopped by the house to refill fluids. Doing very well. Holding a 9 min/mile pace.

The second 11 felt just as good. Temperature was in the mid 60's but the humidity wasn't all that bad. Keeping up with my 9 min/mile pace.

Stopped off for a bathroom break at about mile 19, which caused me to add in a mile or so.

So with only 4 miles to go, I stopped at a local fire station to refill fluids. Headed back out to finish up the run.

Really, really felt good. Really felt like I could have gone 35 or 40 miles without a problem. That's a good feeling. 3:58:54.

I was at work by 9:00 a.m. Not a bad morning.

25 down, 27 to go.

A nice relaxing run

2008-06-16T18:35:00.001-07:00

Came home from work, started dinner (pizza dough), and headed out with the dog for a 4 mile run. Very nice evening. The rain today kept the temperatures down.

Lazy Sunday

2008-06-15T18:32:00.000-07:00

I intended to get this week's marathon out of the way this morning. But sleeping just felt so good. Skipped out and got my run in this afternoon.

P.S. - today I celebrated my first father's day. I'm now free to announce that my first child is expected January 13, 2009. Very, very, very excited.

Evening 4 miler

2008-06-14T18:30:00.000-07:00

Headed back home this afternoon. Managed a 4 mile run before dinner. Not a bad run. Nothing fast, but nice.

Weird morning

2008-06-13T18:27:00.000-07:00

When I got home last night, I realized that Jennifer's car was left in the street. Normally not a problem, but with recent flash floods, we should have known better. Heavy storms, including tornadoes in the area, left Jennifer's car with about 3 inches of water in the floor. Not good.

So before I left town for a weekend meeting, I spent an hour or so getting her car to the dealership to get checked out. Headed to the gym for a quick 4 miler and then to work. Soon headed out to Kansas City for a weekend meeting.

Good run. A little tired. I know I really need to be stretching better. Tried today, but still need more.