Monday, October 25, 2010

Weekly Recap: 10/18-10/24

A fairly boring week on the running front. Ran as much as I felt like. After the slightly disheartening experience at the marathon, it was a couple days before I truly felt like running. Some blisters from an un-broken in pair of FiveFingers kept me from running with anything on my feet for the majority of the week.
I was amazed at how sore I was following this race. Typically its one day of hobbling, then easy running the following day. Not the case. I attribute the extra soreness to a few things. The first is the pace of the race. I rarely(f ever) touch a 6:40 mile in training, and somehow managed to run 26.2 of them. The second would be the stomach bug that was present for the days prior and after the race. I wasn't able to keep food in my body prior to or after. It wasn't until about wednesday that I was able to eat and digest food. Lack of calories caused some weight loss and didn't allow for adequate recovery. I later found out that some of my family members and roommates had similar symptoms, so I guess it wasn't just me begin a head case afterall. I wasn't too worried because I don't have any immediate running plans, so rest after a rather busy season of racing and training goes totally unopposed by me.

Monday
zero. I did manage to run/walk the 3 miles to and from school, but it was pretty ugly
Tuesday
still nuthin'
Wednesday
3 easy barefoot with Alex at IM fields
Thursday
5 around Kalamazoo, ended up downtown. Decent pace I guess. No watch
Friday
6 miles with Alex, Abbey, and Shy
Saturday
Zero, felt sick and crappy, just rested. persistent little virus
Sunday
0. Like saturday, but worse.
Total
14 miles.
After adding this up, I realize what a boring week it was. No wonder I had so much free time!

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Race Report: Grand Rapids Marathon 2010

I'll try to stay positive here.

October 17th, 2010, I completed my first marathon. After running ultras and longer-distance triathlons for 2 years, I suppose it was time.

One day a few months ago, I went on a fun group trail run on the North Country Trail. I was accompanied by Ken, Rick, and Mark. On the way back, the marathon came up. Ken asked, "whats your marathon time, Jesse?" I gave my usual reply. "I don't know, I've never done one." "What?" he asked in suprise. I usually take a little bit of joy in that I neglected to do one of the major milestones of a runner...maybe thats why I'm not always viewed as a serious runner. My lack of seriousness and/or sense of pride doesn't help that cause either. The guys told me that it was about time I give a road marathon a shot. This is probably where the seed was planted  

I decided that doing a marathon could be done on my ultra training. If I can win a 50 on it, why not run a halfway decent road marathon? training consisted of very little speedwork, a fair amount of tempo efforts, and lots upon lots of junk miles! Junk miles is a term commonly used by people who don't like running for fun to describe miles without specific purpose. The conditioning that results from my training is a byproduct of getting out and having fun. That's not to say that I don't have races in mind when motivation gets low, but living solely for race day seems a bit empty. Its a balance that is different for everyone, and I like to think I've found a level of commitment that works for me at this point in my life.

The only concern I had going into the marathon was the pace. My last race, the Woodstock 50, had me running about an 8:20something average pace. Since Grand Rapids was roughly half as long and completely flat, I know I should be able to run faster. The only issue with that was that I rarely run faster than 7:30-8:00/mile pace. If I was going to run the race, I thought I should be able to run a time I felt I was capable of. Since I rarely race on flat roads, it was hard to determine what speed would be appropriate for a runner of modest talent such as myself. Im not a speedy runner, nor am I super competetive. What should I aim for? 3:30? A Boston Qualifier of 3:10:59? Sub 3? I figured I would decide when I started running. Alex, Evan, and I were all talking about shooting for a sub 3 hour time. There was not a doubt in my mind that either of these two would be able to cross the finish in under three hours. They both have the ability to drop me at a moment's notice. I was a different story. My marathon splits for my ultras are pretty far from boston qualifiers,with the exception of a 3:16 marathon time on te Kal-Haven Tral ultra(33.4miles). That should be a positive indicator that I could run a decent marathon time, but as usual I was unconvinced.

Day Before
I came to Allendale to Friday night to see Samantha. She lives near Grand Valley State University's campus, so it would be perfect. I would be able to spend some time with her, and I would be close to the race. I arrived Friday, but it was sort of late. Saturday morning, We had planned to go for a short run, but opted for sleep instead. It was then that I realized that I wasn't feeling 100%, nor had I been for a couple days. Since thursday, I had been having flu symptoms. I won't divulge details-I understand that not everyone's mother is a nurse like mine. We don't all love hearing about projectile...nevermind. Anyway, I wasn't feeling pass-out tired like one does with the flu, just some of symptoms that prohibited food from staying in my body. Frequent bathroom trips were inconvenient and worrysome. I don't typically worry too much prior to races, so I honestly wouldn't attribute the gastrointestinal distress as prerace jitters.
Sam and I ate breakfast, then Alex came from Kalamazoo. We talked a bit and goofed off while Sam ran to the rec center for her own workout. She returned, cleaned up, and then we made the short drive to the expo/packet pickup at the YMCA. It was a pretty nice place to have the pickup, and it was cool to finally feel some semblance of prerace excitement. We met up with our friend and training partner Abbey, who would be going for her first boston qualifier at her first marathon. My friend Ryan would also come meet us at he expo. Ryan would be running his first road marathon Sunday, and was looking ready to race. He had injured his ankle a couple weeks prior to the race, but seemed optimistic that it would be ok for 26.2 miles. He completed the North Country Trail Marathon(half of which in socks), so this race would be less of a challenge with repsect to vertical and technicality. Our running group often gives ryan crap about his lack of preparation and less than stellar execution of marathon distance races, but the truth is that tenacity is an admirable trait. We all should envy a person with the guts to throw themselves into the void of the unknown. I waited 1 year after my first ultra to even attempt the marathon distance because of a fear of inadequacy. Ryan's "ahh, f*ck it" attitude reminds me that self exploration is less about sure things and more about the unknown.

After the expo, our group went for some food in Standale. We ate, watched some football(I never watch sports, so I more or less distracted everyone with conversation). More trips to the bathroom. More signs of the flu...or cohlera...most likely flu. My color was looking a little pale and I was feeling a little shaky. In past experiences I get more and more relaxed as the race draws near. I kept thinking "how could I possibly be nervous? Could it really be nerves?" The more the symptoms persisted, the clearer it got that I wasn't nervous. I didn't want to make anyone nervous, especially Sam. She's amazingly perceptive and caring, so I wouldn't want to make her worry. She had no reason to, but she cares about people in her life very much, and its more that I deserve. We left the restaraunt, and I made one more trip to the bathroom. I made a mental note to drink lots of water tonight, as most of it was pouring out of me(excuse the nastiness). I said to my group, "get me a cot with a hole in it, I got the cohlera!" Alex and Sam understood the reference as they're both going to school for medicine. We parted ways with Ryan and Abbey as they headed back to their respective houses and stopped at the store to pick up Alex's secret prerace breakfast-white bagels. I imagine that Alex's simple diet is akin to supersonic jets using not some secret formula, but actually low grade kerosene. He burns a bunch of it and he burns it fast.

We returned to Samantha's place to spend the rest of the evening. Alex and I took a quick 5.5mile jaunt around campus to look around and try to get a little feel for race pace. I only used the bathroom on campus once during this run, so I felt a little more confident that tomorrow wouldn't be a total disaster. After the run, Alex went to the library to study, and Sam and I went to Jason and Shelly's for a little bit to say hi and exchange one Zensah leg sleeve with Shelly. She likes my blue leg sleeve, so I thought we'd swap one just for fun(alright, I wasn't opposed to wearing one pink one, but Im trying to preserve what's left of my masculinity). We quickly exchanged 1 sleeve, wished each other luck and let Jason and Shelly put their kids to bed. Both Shelly and Jason are great friends, and I could probably talk with them for hours(well, 14 is our record on our longest run so I guess we must be decent friends if we didn't kill each other), so we took off before we spent the whole night chatting it up. Doing a race didn't seem quite right without a road trip with Shelly, Mark and Jason beforehand. Just more proof that running is just an excuse to have fun.

Alex, Sam and I spent the rest of the night slacking(except Sam, she studied). We went to bed early after a couple beers and tried to get some sleep. I counted how many trips I had made to the bathroom, but stopped when I realized that it was a bit of a negaive exercise. I just told myseld that there is no such thing as sudden onset Krohn's disease and went to bed.

Race Morning

We awoke just in time for me start falling asleep. I tried all night to sleep well, but couldn't stop alternating between shivering and sweating.

There's no better time to experiment with food than the morning before a marathon, especially when you have some mysterious dehydrating stomach issues that may or may not include slight intestinal bleeding(not sure about that, but it kinda looked that way). I downed a Honeymilk brand meal replacement shake and ate some gross Amway protein bar. I washed it down with a bunch of water to hydrate and wash the nastiness from my palette. Time to hit the road.

We found a decent spot to park near the YMCA, the place the race would start and finish. I was excited to see my friends who were running, and those who were there supporting. My parents were also on their way, but were cutting a little close on time. We saw Jason, Shelly, their daughter Ava, and Shelly's mother first. Shelly looked excited and ready to go. She's always really positve and never looks nervous before a race. She really runs for the fun of it. In agreement with many of our collective theories, it has made her progressively faster. In just one year her 5k PR is approaching that of girls I know who run for colleges(in training, mind you, not races. The real PR will be determined soon!).

Shelly and I before the race, sporting a sweet Zensah sleeve combo

We gathered our stuff and headed closer to the start, where we met Ryan and Mark. Mark wouldn't be running the marathon becasue he has enough sense to stay off a hard, boring marathon course. He, being the friend that he is, came to support us and take his patented 10000000 pictures during the race. I got a phone call from Abbey; she told me she was near the start and was looking for us. By this time, Joey, Alex, Shelly, Ryan and I knew we had to get to the start, so we headed over. Joey would be going for his half marathon PR, which would be a win compared to last years times. He's fast as hell and would be a top contender in the half.


left to right: Ryan, Alex, Me, Joey
 This was the first time that I actually took a place in the fron of the pack. I could actually see the start line. The three hour pace group, the fastest group, was behind us. Only a few people were shooting for faster times than us, so we figured we may as well. When I say "we," I mean that I was too proud to stand where I should've been, which was about 20 feet further back. The United States and Canadian national anthems played, and then it got quiet...besides Evan and I doing our signature pre-run techno-dance. Next thing I knew, we were moving.

The start. Joey out front in blue. I can be spotted in there with Evan and Alex

We took off nice and easy, which happened to be about a 6:30/mile pace. A bit fast for me. I typically like to warm up just a little before getting into race pace. I guess its not as much of an option in a fast race where every second counts. We backed it off to about a 6:45 pace, which was just a little slower than a 3 hour pace. We all knew we would be speeding up at least for a little while, so I wasn't sweating it. A few turns, and we were heading into downtown Grand Rapids. It was really cool to be on a closed street in one of the busiest areas of the city. There were bystanders waving out of buildings, spectators and supporters of other racers, and police officers lining the course. We saw Jason and Mark, who would be leapfrogging on the course supporting Shelly. This was the last time I'd see them on the course, but Mark did manage to snag some pictures. Around mile 4, Alex's parents, along with his roommate Phil, were waiting with some accelerade for Alex. I tossed my shirt to Phil. It was 40 degrees and I was hot. I had my gels tucked into my armsleeves, and my watch over the top, so removing them wasn't possible. So, I was sporting a bit of a running model look sans running model's body. What do you do? I was already wearing mismatched pink/blue leg sleeves and tiny, tattered shorts with toe shoes on. Does it really get worse if I remove my "borrowed" middle school cross country singlet?
Left to right: Me(red), Alex(Yellow), Evan(White with headband)


Really? Nobody told me my butt was hanging out?

The course took us out of the city, through a series of paved trails on the outskirts of town. All I could hear was the stomping of running shoes. They seemed to be hitting the ground in unison, running at a very close cadence. My pitter-patter feet moved quietly on the course. I have a habbit of matching my cadence to those around me, so I have to be careful when running in a group shod runners. Its not good, bad, or whatever, but if my cadence gets too low, I start overstriding and my knee starts bugging me. A few minutes later, I was joined on the course by my friend Jeremiah. We train together occasionally, and he was participating in the marathon as a member of MyTeamTriumph. It's a program in which a person with a disability completes a marathon in a stroller, accompanied by a group of runners. Im proud to call Jeremiah a friend and his participation in this program is a great reason why I do. Already having a stellar running season, one that included a fantastic finish of the Burning River 100mile followed by  the Pike's Peak Marathon just a couple weeks later, Jeremiah passed on running the marathon to help out someone who wouldn't be able to cover the distance without him. He ran with me for a few of the road miles before breaking away to go meet his wife, Susan, for a little while. He promised to be back later. It was great to have someone there to visit with for a while on the ealry part of the race. At this point, I was still running with Evan as well. Alex had slowly built up a gap, and I didn't expect to see him again until the end of the race.

"Dammit." I thought to myself as the all-too familiar feeling of a stomach cramp set in. Just when I had forgotten about my stomach issues, they magically reappeared. I just grinned and dealt with it for a while, knowing I would be in search of a bathroom before too long. There wasnt one around, so I just slowed up a little bit and let Evan go. I joined a small pack of guys from Indiana. They were all cool guys who were also running their first Marathon(from what I remember). They asked the usual questions about my fivefingers, and I answered to the best of my abilities. My heart rate was a little higher than it should've been, and I was fighting the stomach pain. I broke off from the group to water the bushes on the side of the road. It wasn't exactly the bathroom break I was looking for, but I had to piss and I thought it would help to "make room" in my abdomen for the other unpleasantness building inside. Yes, I've taken anatomy and physiology classes and I know that makes little sense, but desperate times and all that. I caught back up to the Hoosiers as we rouned another corner into another bike path. To say the surge I put on to make up for my exceedingly long piss was dumb is an understatement. My Garmin recored a 5:10/mile pace. I should have just let them go and paced my catch-up over a mile or two, not a couple minutes. Just in time to catch up, We arrived at an aid station with porta-potties. Thank goodness. To my suprise, they were all empty! I guess sub 3 marathoners dont stop for sh*t breaks! It was quick, and I foolishly left the restroom, downed a Jet Blackberry GU, and put on another surge. Egos are dangerous, and mine was temporarily running the show. My pace dipped below a six minute mile again, and I forced myself to slow down. I cauught another group of guys who were going for a 3 hour finish, so I talked with them for a little bit until the turnaround ahead of us.
grunting through a flu-induced wall...or at least thats my carppy excuse

"Really!?! Again?" My stomach knotted up and felt myself shivering. If I could stop running 6:30/mile pace and relax, I may have been able to shake it off. I knew the bathroom was coming up gain, so I smiled and waved at the spectators that were on the course. Reg, Annie, and Joe(Abbey's dad, mom, and boyfriend) were on the course, and I could hear them cheering me on. It was nice to see familiar faces, and that meant  that Abbey was still running strong, not too far behind me. I reached the john again, and hopped back in. I just took a second and laughed to myself. I've never had gastric issues on a run. I hardly ever even use the restroom before a race. I managed to hold my bladder for 4 hours and 23 minutes for the Kal Haven race this spring. the shortest race I've done all year, and Im droppin' deuces left and right while resisting the urge to puke. I lept out of the bathroom and joined the runners once again. I tore open another gel and spit the top onto the ground near a trash can. It was then that I hear a gentleman yell, "Oh come on! That went right on me!" I guess my peice of wrapper hit his leg. I apoligized and laughed awkwardly, hoping he was overreacting for the sake of humor. We exchanged a few more words, and I could tell he was pissed off. I told him I was sorry again and sped off. At least I still had the energy to outrun a socially uncomfortable moment.

About 1 mile later I got swallowed up by the 2:59:59 pace group. The GR marathon does kind of a cool pace group thing where the paces are named after celebrities who have run that time. Since Lance Armstrong's marathon debut was a sub 3, the pacer's sign read "Sub 3 Lancers." This group was my saving grace in those tough miles between 20 and 22. I kind of dissociated from the run and tried to hang on and stay comfortable. That lasted about 10 seconds. This was my pain. My moment. It was time to focus on it. It hurt. My guts were in knots, My legs were hurting(but I was pleasantly suprised by how slight the pain was), and I could feel my fivefingers eating a hole in my foot. At no point in my last 50 did I hurt this much. The rest of this race was goig to be run the wrong way. It wasn't fun. As much as I preach my hippie bullshit, sometimes you just grit your teeth and torture yourself for no good reason. We were back onto a part of the course that brings you back into the city. It was then that I saw Jeremiah. He was waiting to pace me into the finish! I was happy and relieved to see him. It was a bit embarassing to let one of my running role models see me in such awful shape, but I was still holding a solid pace as I broke free from the sub 3 pack and Jeremiah and I cruised through an aid station(note- I haven't mentioned aid stations or fueling, but I just brought 4 GUs with me and took about 1-2 per hour, with a couple extras at low points, taking only water from aid stations).

At one point, Jeremiah told me I was "looking great" about 3 times in one minute. As a semi- experienced pacer, this is how you know you look like shit. I dropped back a little as I felt my vision get dim on the sides. I saw Jeremiah point to a spot right next to him. "Right here." I shook my head, feeling the sweat fly off my hair and my vision sharpen again. I slowly crept back up to Jeremiah's side as we rouned a 90degree corner to the city streets. Two more corners and I was home free. My stomach was in knots, but I stood up straight and pumped my arms to get myself moving. Am I going to take my spot as the urban legend, the guy actually messes himself during a footrace? It was time to start the "kick" Jeremiah pointed out one guy who had been ahead of us for a few minutes as we sped up. "Should we take him down?" he said jokingly. "let's try." I leaned forward at the ankles and felt myself relax. I knew it was almost over, so I just let it flow. My pace quickened to about a 6:00/mile as we rounded the corner and I saw the finish. "Try to look happy. Your parents are watching. Sam's watching," I told myself. I mustered up a half-assed smile. I saw Shy, a friend from running club as I tried to look less like a zombie and more like a good runner. She was waiting to see us finish, so it was a pleasant suprise to see her there. I got closer to the gates and could hear "Marathon Don" Kern announcing the finishers names. Jeremiah Broke off and said, "take it, its yours. you owe me a beer." He may not know, but I owe him a hell of a lot more than a beer. I could hear Sam and my mom cheering as I came in to the finish. The clock was ticking away. 2:57:56. I broke 3 hours, no where the hell is the bathroom?

Last minute edit:
My group did exceedingly well on race day. Joey ran a 1:14 half marathon for a PR and 6th overall(I can't even get my head around a 1:14 half). Evan ran a 2:56:22, crushing the 3 hour goal he set for himself. Alex ran a 2:47! I knew he could, and he didn't disappoint for a 7th overall and an age group 2nd. Abbey ran a 3:35 and qualified for Boston in her first attempt! It was cool to see her gut out the finish and put all her worrying behind her. Shelly ran a 4:44 and PR'd as well. Brandon finished strong and made it look easy, as you can see in the photo. Ryan had some complications, but still managed a 6:30 on a pretty badly injured leg.


Abbey had some minor comlications, but its not as bad as it looks, honest.


My mom and I after the race
If there's ever been a picture that shows what the marathon is truly about, its this one of my friend Brandon and his daugher. No matter how many times I see finishes like this, it still gets me. Human nature at its finest.

Ava, Shelly, and Jason,


Alex showing Sam, my mom, my dad, and me how to dougie.

my sweet temporary tatoo/bumper sticker

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Weekly recap 10/11-10/17

A fairly easy week of running, topped off by a humbling attempt at the marathon.

The taper went well, and it was as close to a conventional taper as I've ever been. Running about 4 miles a day, once a day felt strangely awkward. I never thought that such an easy workload would be so hard to handle. To be honest, I've always been very skeptical of those who claim to feel awful when skipping runs. I was always quick to label them as obsessed or compulsive exercisers. I suppose Im not too far off of that, but I still enjoy a day completely off of running once in a while(which seems to usually be about 1 day every 2 weeks or so).

I broke down and had to buy another pair of Vibram Fivefingers this week. My old pair of KSOs were too sorely missed, and I've found them to be the only model of shoe currently available that I knew I could run marathon distance in on pavement. I finally found a pair that fit perfectly with respect to foot length. 43 men's fits like a glove...but on my foot.

The marathon was a good experience, but I found myself to be slightly below my expected abilities, both physically and mentally. I still eeked out a sub 3 hour finish and a Boston Qualifying time, so I'll try to keep the bitching to a minimum.

Hey, I thought I posted this already, but here's how the week unfolded.
Monday
4 miles with running club, nice somewhere between easy and hard
Tuesday
Nada, a ride with Abbey to get my new kicks
Wedensday
8 miles- 7 with alex, 1.5 with Megan
Thursday
4 miles barefoot with Abbey and Alex on the downtown course
Friday
3 miles with Abbey and Alex. Abbey rolled her ankle, so I gave her a ride home. Im all about making dumb decisions, but when it comes to other people, I'll play it safe this close to a race
Saturday
5.5 miles around GVSU campus with Alex. Explored campus and hit the upper end of our race pace.
Sunday
26.2 miles at GR marathon. 2:57:56. Race Report to follow
Total
51 miles

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Mid week entry for no good reason

This week has been on the boring side of things, which means more thinking for my buzzing head to do. School has been fun, but overall less fulfilling than my senior year(my final senior year, hopefully) would be. Tying up loose ends with classes, searching for internships, and looking for part-time work to fill the time and help me pay my bills has been keeping me occupied. Running has been going well, and Im getting ready to go back and visit a milestone in any runner's life. I skipped over the marathon and decided to just go ahead and do ultras last year. I don't regret the decision, but I suppose that 26.2 miles is something I should experience at some point in my life. Im hoping that it goes well, but I predict that a lack of specificity in my training will lead to a sub-par performance. I guess I should stop being negative, stop thinking about it, and just run the damned thing. A poor performance will not spell disaster for this ongoing hobbyjogging adventure I find myself on. As I do with every taper week, I find myself wondering what all this is for. Why do I train with such resolve, when ultimately it doesn't mean much in the grand scheme of things? I think the answer is very simple, so I'll give an overly complicated and confusing response.

I often wonder if my running stems from a desire to be an athlete. As a kid, I was poorly conditioned. I had chronic athsma that hospitalized me every time snow fell and melted. My knees ached every time my lungs allowed me to run, so I was prescribed knee braces and orthotics for youth soccer. I wasn't disabled or disadvantaged; in retrospect, I just lacked the patience to overcome the obstacles, so I used them as excuses to avoid high levels of exertion. To be honest, I wasn't sitting there pining for a life of two-a-day soccer practices, weekends full of tournaments, or superior attitudes that plagued young athletes. I think my desire to engage in sports was overridden by overly structured schedules and unsolicited advice. There was always this idea that each person's body is different and we don't need to be told by people that are unfamiliar with us that we're doing it wrong. This may be why more individualized activities like motocross appealed to me. Little did I know that I'd be covering more ground on foot in 1 week than I put on my motorcycle in a month.

Where was I?

Do I run for praise? I sincerely hope that I don't. That's not to say that I don't appreciate it. I have some of the best friends I could ever ask for, and their support makes me feel like I could do anything. My only mental struggle at the moment is making sure that intrinsic factors are my true motivation for pouring my heart and soul into aimlessly putting one foot in front of the other. I guess the only way to find out is to keep doing it and figure out where the happiness comes from. I don't run to feel superior to others, but rather to feel superior to my former self. It feels great to know that I can move under my own power for hours on end.
To test myself, Im going to attempt to include more long solo runs this winter. I feel as though running alone for long periods of time will help me grow mentally and appreciate the time I have with others when I do get to see them. My longest solo run to date is about 5 hours, and I'm hoping to increase that in this upcoming off season. This doesn't mean that I don't value long runs with friends. Running seemingly endless trails for hours in a pack makes me feel like I'm tapping into sometihng that has been lost to many for a long time. Its amazing to know that a great distance is being covered on foot for the sake of getting from one point to another, even if our society no longer necessitates it.

This post makes no sense, nor does it even stick to one idea. My apologies.

So, back to this weekend. This course does have some advantages to offer. I'll be running one of the flattest marathon courses around, selected by Runners World as one of the best courses for running a Boston qualifying time or a personal best. I'll also be running with a great group. Many people from our school's running club will be doing their first marathon on the course, and will my friends and training partners Shelly and Ryan will be shooting for PRs. My friend Joey will surely be looking for a top spot in the half. Alex, my friend and nearly full-time training partner, is preparing to run this race as his "A" race(if you can nail down any sense of priority in our lacadaisical running schedule) for the year. He's going to run extremely well and I'm excited to see how he does. Another one of my everyday training partners, Abbey, will be running the course as her first marathon. She will undoubtedly suprise herself and crush her goal time. She trains with us guys every day, running at or below her "goal pace" every day, unlike myself. Which leads me to me. I don't touch race pace but a few times a week if I start falling down a hill. I have no idea what's in store for this race, but at the very least I'll get to enjoy the success of my friends as they chase down a distance that's important to them. If I can pull it together, I'll have a good day too. It will at least be nice to see people once in a while, as my last race was run almost alone.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Weekly recap 10/4-10/11

Sunday night-The final week before yet another taper. Is it wrong if I want to race less so I can run more? Im ready for more longer trail runs of the adventurous variety, but time on state land is fleeting with the upcoming hunting season. The marathon will be exciting, and I'm looking forwward to it. Its a little dissappointing that I wont be able to say that "I've never run a marathon" any more. Its always been funny to explain that all I have are marathon splits to predict a marathon time. 
Sunday night- The week went basically as planned, minus the lackluster finish. Saturday was a total bust. I planned on 13ish miles consisting of a 2-3mile warmup, a 5k race, then a shakeout of 5 or so immediately following. These plans were foiled by a case of insomnia that plagued me for the two nights prior.


Monday
AM- 10miles (1:20)
PM- 3miles with cc team.
Tuesday
PM- 6 with Alex at a decent clip, just trotting along through campus
PM- 6 with to the rec to meet Abbey and do some downtown running
Wednesday
PM- 3 with cc team. long run and a game.
PM- 11- 3.5 to Gazelle, 7.5 run with group
Thursday
PM-2.5 with cc team- last day, some games and easy running
PM-6-  5 around campus and at IM feilds, then 1 with Heidi and Megan. barefoot.
Friday
AM-10miles- 1.5 to Abbey's, the full downtown loop, 1.5 back home- walked about .4miles of it. Felt
predictably crappy after not eating and getting up early after a late night.
PM- 3miles- did a 5mile mountain bike ride with Abbey and Alex, then 3 miles of trails to test out Alex's foot
Saturday
2 miles that consisted of sprinting around frantically during the middle school xc meet. The kids did great and I enjoyed watching raw, uncorrupted talent in mortion. My own talent was corrupted by poor sleep, a week of doubles, and a shitty diet.
Sunday
AM- 10miles- great trail run with Mark. Exactly what fall running is all about for me. The weather was perfect and we did a picturesque 10 miles on lake Michigan and adjacent trails. Kept a decent pace, but just enjoyed ourselves.
PM- 3miles- Nice run on campus with Sam. Did a few striders at the end to loosen the legs and felt good. Mark was kind enough to loan me his KSOs  for the marathon next weekend, so I did the run in those to make sure they worked out. They're identical to my lost pair, so they're good to go.
Total 75.5miles

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Weekly review 9/27-10/3

This may have been a bit overkill, but I wanted to resist the urges to run too much following Woodstock. I felt great less than 24 hours after the race, and even managed a leisurely bike ride the very next day. Monday was spent catching up on school and running cross country practice barefoot. Its crazy how great my legs feel when I run nice and easy barefoot. The shoes I wore for woodstock gave me stranges bruises on my feet. I can't really blame the shoes, for I took absolutely no time to adjust to them prior to racing 50 miles. With the bruises being the only pain I was experiencing, it was a bit frustrating not to strap on my fivefingers and enjoy the awesome weather.
The week was low mileage, but I did get a nice 9 miler in on wednesday. It was at much faster pace than I'm accustomed to running following an ultra. I decided not to overdo it and continue to train lacadaisically through the rest of the week. Sam came to visit and I spent some time with friends, attended some meetings, and relaxed a bit. I've been doing quite a bit of that lately, so its time to get back to the grind, both with school and running. Life's been pretty great lately, so I'll just keep on keepin' on.
The week ahead, with any luck, will be of high mileage and capped off with the Portage Invite 5k. A 5k the week before Grand Rapids will help me get used to high turnover that I'll need for a decent marathon experience. It may be a good performance for me, or possibly a disaster. We shall see. Im not even 100% sure I can run it because my cross country kids will be running the middle school event as well at the same venue.
Here's how the week unfolded for me. Don't act unimpressed by the dangerously high mileage.
Monday
2miles with cc team. Felt good to run barefoot and get my legs back.
Tuesday
PM 3miles with cc team- Did most of their long run with them, bouced around in the pack and kept an eye on the kids. Barefoot
PM 4miles at K College Arboretums with Abbey and Alex. Finished up in the dark
Wednesday
AM 4miles easy- enjoyed an awesome fall morning in the sun barefoot.
PM 2miles barefoot with cc team ran to the park for some hills and some "cc tag"
PM 9miles with Gazelle Wednesday night group. Didn't know, but hit some 6:4x miles in the middle and a 7:30ish average. I must be recovered.
Thursday
4 miles at Al Sabo- Really enjoyable time spent in the woods alone. Ended up walking and taking it all in
3 miles with cross country kids- some intervals and some easy running.
Friday
AM 7miles with Shy, Abbey and Joe
Saturday
Zero. Woke up for cc meet, then walked to football game aand stayed busy all day.
Sunday
2 miles of running about for no reason. Decided to prep for a good week instead of running hard.
Total
40 miles