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Gender: Male
Status: Single
Age: 39
Sign: Pisces

City: FLINT
State: Michigan
Country: US
Signup Date: 7/2/2005

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Sunday, September 27, 2009 

Current mood:  exhausted
Run Woodstock 50k, Saturday Sept. 26
Pre-Game: I felt like I was coming into this undertrained (big surprise, I'm a rookie, only been running 2.5 years), but I had confidence from a big peak week--87.5 miles in 9 days over the week of Labor Day culminating in a 23 miler two weeks prior to the event. Prior to the peak week, I'd been averaging around 30 miles per week in August, 25 per week in July, 20 per week in June. My build-up was probably too short & too quick, and my peak week was WAY too much considering what the previous three months had been like...but I did the vast majority of my miles slow, with many walk breaks, so I came into the event healthy & chomping at the bit after a sharp two-week taper of minimal mileage (around 10 miles each of those taper weeks). Still, unlike the Detroit Marathon in '08 (where I came in overconfident, went out too fast & blew up bad), I was coming into my first Ultra humble and scared, which was a good thing. Respect The Distance, I kept telling myself. I also felt like the fact that I'd trained on dirt roads, and not on Trails, might hurt me. It did, but not in the way I thought.
Race Day: I showed up at 6:30am, it was pitch dark out, got my bib & t-shirt, headed back to the car to prepare and get nervous. I reviewed my planned strategy of taking a walk break appx. every 5 minutes (which I ended up abandoning almost from the start), couple gulps of water every 15 minutes, and alternate Gu or Sport Beans every half hour. I was able to stick with my fueling/hydrating routine for pretty much the whole race, but in this Trail race I quickly remembered something I'd read online--walk the uphills, run the flats & downhills. The trail itself would determine when I'd be taking my walk breaks, not a watch. The course was very hilly, so I had plenty of chances to perfect this new technique.
About 30 of us took off at 7:30am, and I was almost immediately about 4th from last place. Good grief. Fortunately there were 3 people ahead of me that I soon joined and ran with for the first 10 miles of the race. Really nice people, 2 first timers (1 was a triathlete) and 1 'veteran' from Ohio who had done a 50k and 60k. I felt like I was going too fast trying to keep up with these folks, but talking to people helped motivate me & kept me moving, I felt good, and I figured if I blew up later in the race, so be it. Wouldn't be the first time! Surprisingly my golf upbringing helped me here; I channeled the days when as a young kid I would take these long, fast steps to quickly get up to the elevated greens on hilly courses. Walking these trail hills in the midst of running was a little different and would get me somewhat winded, but those long/fast walking steps were very effective.
At an aid station around 10 miles I left my group behind, thinking I would fly off for a little while, get tired and they would catch up...but this was where I really had the best part of my race. My legs were starting to get a little sore & fatigued, but they had a lot of strength to them and a couple times during this stretch I felt I was getting stronger as the day wore on. For the first time in my life, 3 hours passed and it wasn't an epic landmark, merely a ho-hum moment as I continued on. The course was beautiful; forests, lakes, leaves turning--only thing missing was Tim Allen talking about Pure Michigan. Miles 10 through 20 were epic; I flew, felt strong, knew this was going to be my day. My legs continued to get a little more sore, had one little temporary hot spot on the inner top of my ankle but that went away within a mile, had a minor tweak with my right knee that was only momentary. What I started to notice at this point was the fact that all of these downhills were destroying my quads--when thinking about my lack of training on trails I'd been more worried about poison ivy, turning an ankle or maybe falling off a cliff. This quad destruction was something my dirt road training didn't appear to prepare me well enough for. Still, at this point I felt great and was well past the halfway point.
Around miles 21-25 I started to fatigue a little, but by then I'd been running for five hours--uncharted territory, as I'd never run longer than 4 1/2 hours previously. I was surprised I didn't have a "bonk" point; I didn't hit the dreaded Wall at a certain spot; it was more of a gradual deterioration. I kept the Gu and water coming, and actually switched it up at this point by starting to walk the downhills (had to--quads shredded) & running at least the gentle uphills. Then, things started to go a little further south through miles 26-28. My zest for life was waning, my race-day excitement dying a little more with each new hill. A thought popped into my head: "This running shit's gettin' old". Still I was able to churn along at a good clip, regularly thinking that the more ground I cover, the sooner I'll be done. Miles 29-31 were Rocky Balboa time, where I was digging deep, pouring every ounce of my soul into each new stretch of trail, willing myself past a slower runner here, a walker there, essentially just running for my life. When I started to hear the music at the finish line I got a new excitement and pressed through the last 1/4 mile, knowing I had done it. I crossed the line in 6:43, hugged the paramedic at the finish line (she was the only female at the finish, I wasn't gonna hug a dude) and then had to make sure I didn't pass out as I received my medal for finishing third in my age group. Overall in the 50k I finished 21st out of 30.
Still feeling like I would pass out, I then made my way to the food tent (at the top of a hill, are you kidding me?!) and got a banana, Turkey pita and water. As I sat down to eat, completely dizzy & dazed, in absolute agony and exhausted like never before in my entire life, the Rolling Stones song "Gimme Shelter" started blaring through the speakers. I took a few bites, listened to this uncannily perfect anthem for my state of being, looked far off across Silver Lake, and thought to myself, "I'm an ultramarathon runner."
Monday, October 20, 2008 
It was cold, dark and desolate where I parked on race morning. Even the homeless people didn't seem to want to be there. And I had a sense of impending doom as I was about to face the unknown. Making my way towards the start area I tried to get positive, absorb and share in the excitement of all the other runners funneling toward the corrals, but to no avail. In the dark of night a bad shadow was following me to the starting line of my first marathon.

To me at least, the first and biggest mistake I made was obviously the one-month training buildup. Over Labor Day weekend & the week that followed, I ran 8 out of 9 days for the first time (all slow miles btw), having only been a 3 or 4 day per week, 20 mpw runner in the 1.5 years I had run up to that point. From 20 to 40 mpw in one week is a bad idea all by itself, but I ran them all slowly and injury free, which gave my confidence a dangerous boost. I got through that little jogging bender in good shape and thinking 40 mpw was sustainable, so I decided I would try to average at least 35 mpw through the month of September, get a couple long runs in and take a shot at a marathon on 10/19/08. I hit my mileage goals each week, nailed an 18 and 20 miler on hilly dirt roads (but with walk breaks every 15 minutes) and in my first weekend of a 3 week taper, ran a 30 minute pr of 1:48 at a half-marathon on October 5, clearly a dream race and the best of my short running 'career' so far. Confidence was soaring. According to the online pace calculators, I was sub-4:00 bound. Shyeah, right.

The second mistake was starting with the 3:50 group. I figured I would stay with them as long as I could, then fade but try to hold on at the end to get in just under 4:00. Problem was, by mile 12 I was thinking man I'm already pretty sore and tired and I wish I was only doing the half today. Third mistake was taking zero walk breaks up to that 12 mile point, even though I'd been taking them in my training. Thought several times about being sensible, stopping at 13.1 and saving my first full for another day. Fourth mistake, kept going. I think my half split was in the mid to upper 1:50's, but I knew that basically meant absolutely nothing because of the realization that, without a sliver of doubt, I was a dead man running.

One area I thought I handled well was fueling. I drank early & often, sucked down 8 gu's and even "did the salt". Calf Cramps wouldn't be the death of me this day; instead, it was just the classic combo of being overzealous and undertrained. I simply ran outta legs Way before I ran outta course. It was somewhat prophetic (and for the best) that I left my Garmin in the car this morning. My thinking was that there'll be mile splits yelled out, and I'd see pacer signs bouncing above the sea of runners, so it really wasn't needed. My additional rationale was that I'd run "free" and spend more time enjoying the day and looking at the scenery without it. I'm certain the numbers on that watch would've made me push even harder trying to keep that absurd early pace longer and I would've Wall-ed even earlier.

I read a library worth of running books, went onto RWOL discussion boards constantly every day reading, studying, asking, learning...but apparently not remembering. I must've seen the words "DON'T GO OUT TOO FAST" in various forms and mediums at least 400 times in the past 1.5 months, and yet it just didn't register with me when I needed it to the most.

Are we human beings so ego-centric, overconfident and prideful that START SLOW somehow becomes an admission of inadequacy, failure and defeat before a race even starts? That's one thing I wondered about as I gave absolutely everything I had inside of me just to try to keep about a 12 minute pace around mile 21. This train of thought progressed into a realization of how absolutely humbling an experience it is to go out with such high hopes, bash into the Wall and then have to hobble all the way to the finish, becoming winded even by the walk breaks, every mile feeling like 4. The marathon, I now knew, is a distance that commands and demands the ultimate respect.

Though I 'personally' planned & hoped for sub 4, I finished in 4:29. Told my friends, family and co-workers I was thinking it would take between 4 and 5 (just to be safe and give myself a wide time range in case I struggled which I most certainly did), so I guess I met my 'public' goal pretty much right on the number. Honestly when I first decided to do this, my intention was to just get this first one out of the way, see what 26.2 really feels like and then take that knowledge into my training for my second full, which would be awesome, fast and strong, maybe around 3:30. Now with the IT band on high alert on my left leg and a right quad so crippled I can barely lift my heel off the ground, I'm having to re-assess what it means to be a long distance runner, wait out the healing of the lumps I took and prepare to start all over again from scratch. Next time, I'll remember.

That all being said, though I'm humbled and in significant pain, I am a marathoner, it's a whole new world now and that part of it feels really, really good.
Saturday, January 13, 2007 

Current mood:  uncomfortable
Category: Music

My own personal contribution to the world is: "Write On." Here's what the pros have & had to say. Enjoy. Or, don't.

 

"Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy. Music is the electrical soil, in which the spirit lives, thinks and invents." --- Ludwig van Beethoven

"Where words fail, music speaks." --- Has Christian Andersen

"Music has afforded me an idealism and perfectionism that I could never attain as me." --- Billy Corgan

"There are more love songs than anything else. If songs could make you do something we'd all love one another." --- Frank Zappa

"When you feel in your gut what you are and then dynamically pursue it—don't back down and don't give up—then you're going to mystify a lot of folks." --- Bob Dylan

"Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought." --- E.Y. Harburg

"Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent." --- Victor Hugo

"Don't compromise yourself. You're all you've got." --- Janis Joplin

"Music is everybody's possession. It's only publishers who think that people can own it." --- John Lennon

"It had never occurred to me before that music and thinking are so much alike. In fact you could say music is another way of thinking, or maybe thinking is another kind of music." --- Ursula K. Le Guin

"Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and life to everything." --- Plato

"I don't know anything about music. In my line you don't have to." --- Elvis Presley

"In music one must think with the heart and feel with the brain." --- George Szell

"I would advise you to keep your overhead down; avoid a major drug habit; play everyday, and take it in front of other people. They need to hear it, and you need them to hear it." --- James Taylor

"Most of us go to our grave with our music still inside of us." --- Unknown