Schedule called for 20-mile run @ 8:34 pace today. I struggled through it.
Injury and weather impeded preparation for the December marathon. I shortened multiple sessions in the Runner’s World training program. I’m using a program involving fewer miles than the respected _Run Less, Run Faster_. It’s not a comforting thought.
Things are looking grim for my BQ. If I had sense, I’d let the body heal before trying, but BQ standard will be tightened by 11.45 seconds per mile if I wait another year.
_4 races in next 4 months.
> NYC 100k. “C”
Oringal plan was to help Casey with NROC points. Given my weak form, I'd skip laps to prove support, similar to what Biff did for me at Montreal.
Casey is no longer optimizing his NROC standing => I get to think about skating for myself. Now I got my boots back from David Simmons, I'm optimistic about NYC 100k given “C” race mentality.
I logged approx 0 mile of pace line between Road Rash and Hotter n Hell. Technique and cardio supposedly fade slowly. NYC will be a good indicator of that theory.
I can draft pros per Francisco’s blessing. It’d be a fun event with Candy cookie.
"Did I mention you have to climb that #@$*((#!! hill 17 times or something ridiculous like that?"
–Biff Bailey
"The dreaded Prospect Park hill? A mere pimple on the pickle of progress."
–Eddy Matzger
> A2A. “B”
Will try to have enough fitness to go hard for 38 miles.
I lasted 40 minutes with Eddy in my previous attempt. My skating hasn’t improved, but the lead pack speed is variable.
I invested all my skate time on short hill sprints after Road Rash. After A2A, my skate ambition will be to maintain enough form to enjoy wheel events, unless this running thing doesn’t pan out.
> Houston Inline. “D”
Spend time with teammates at Duane's house. Do whatever friends want. Maybe eat donuts if race canceled.
> White Rock Marathon. “A”
I started to look for faster courses.
Las Vegas happens on the same day but is no longer the fast point-to-point race.
_weight obsession
5’ 10” Ryan Hall’s racing weight is 130 lb.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QbKp2HeUpkY)
I’m overweight as a marathon runner like vast majority of the participants; I dislike Hall’s skinny look but want his efficiency. More voluminous yet less massy body—we desire attributes a la carte while painfully awaring of their incompatibility.
Desire is the main source of disappointments and weakness.
I admire Karnazes’ acceptance of his bulky muscles.
Small consolation: even Apolo Ohno has a longer way to go before reaching optimal marathon weight at 165 lb:
http://sports.yahoo.com/elite-athlete-workouts/apolo-ohno;_ylt=AjGbZC.xIB483c2W0YLMVfM5nYcB?vid=26257328
_running form
I need to improve my pace by 18 seconds per mile from 2010 White Rock. It felt daunting. I didn’t want to lose enough weight to bridge the difference. Technique appeared to be a viable option. I became obsessed after watching Abebe Bikila and Ryan Hall’s footages.
I was frustrated by the signal-to-noise ratio of Chi Running and instruction of Joe Friel but was seduced by _Born to Run_. It induced my desire to achieve better form via shoe change. The end goal is the ability to run with no shoe—reminiscent of the sword-less heart of a swordsman in kong-fu novels.
Increasing distance with new shoes too quickly was probably how I hurt my feet. Ignoring pain ain’t always the best policy.
Shoes in rotation:
Asics Nimbus x 3
Zoot Ultra Tempo
Asics 2140
Brooks Axiom
Brooks Green Silence
Perl Izumi Streak x 2
Asics Hyper Speed 4
Puma Bolt Yugorun
Ecco Bioms
Vibram Bikila
The Texas-size house encourages shoe craze. I can’t decide if it’s a good thing.
"Barefoot Running ... is like being bit by a vampire--slowly but surely, you turn into one of THEM."
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Hotter n Hell 100k skate 8/28/2011
Something always got in the way of a solid 102-mile bike ride--bonking, crashes, injury, skating. This year I put in so few bike miles I didn't bother reaching for the perfect ride. 50-mile skate was the logical choice given the circumstances. Casey offered to keep me company.
Logistically, HH is an easy event:
pack Thursday night
Friday:
leave work after lunch
spend $ at expo
visit with Ann and wheel friends
Saturday:
be early to avoid parking problem
start rolling in the dark
80 miles of hope
18 miles of disappointment and introspection
4 miles of rolling drunk
shower
back in Dallas by dinner
In 2006 I communicated poorly with Richard; it led to Richard's abandoning at mile 23. This time I wrote a skate script so Casey and I would be on the same page.
----
50 mi @ 12 mph moving speed = 4 hr 10 min rolling
50 min of rest stops/overhead/extra distance => sub 5 hr finish time
rest stop #/mile mark
1. 10 skip
2. 15; quick refuel; small stop not shared by other event distances
drink enough in next 11 miles to pee
3. 26 nutrition bag; bathroom
hammer a bit if condition calls for
expect to drink 60 oz in next 13 miles
crappy Hwy 44 service road incline leading to rest stop 4
4. 39; water and food could be distant from the road; drink pickle juice
maybe dump a bottle
higher heart rate skate before final stop
5. 43 air force base; busy stop with 3 distances;
skate quickly and safely to finish
----
The skate started comfortably-- fresh feet on rough pavement. We were stopped by the train shortly before the 50-mile / 100k split. Casey and I reminded each other to look for the sign to turn right to avoid the worst 10-mile chip n seal of this event.
I had problem keeping the middle bottles in jersey pockets. That bottle finally got its way and flew into a ditch at a turn. I let it go--40 oz should be enough for the 50-mile route.
We missed the 50-mile turn. By the time we realized it, it was too late to turn around. I needed new way to hold water.
_10 rough miles
This was the third time I skated over this rough section. I wised up and didn't push the pace. The urethane stayed intact enough we didn't have to rotate wheels. I stopped a few times examining bottles dropped by cyclists and finally found a safe-looking one that'd help me through the extended skate.
_glass smooth road
Rec cyclists moved at 14 to 17 mph. Casey and I mostly operated outside this range.
The road surface turned nice for a few miles. We hopped behind a tandem bike and averaged over 20 mph. I missed being part of Texas Flyer pace line.
We were back on familiar 50-mile script and knew what to expect from this point on.
_Highway 44 service road
The surface was marginally easier than the rough 10 miles, but our body parts were fatigue by this time. 50-mile and 100k cyclists were littered under the trees along the road. Casey and I struggled to maintain 10 mph.
I pointed out the big tree and its inviting shade at top of the hill, "that is not the rest stop; don't get your hopes up." Casey tried to remember the concept of humor. I avoided thinking about what the vibration was doing to my plantar fascia.
_Sheppard Air Force Base
Casey and I weren't in enough trouble to use the AC at the airbase. We slowed to admire the airplanes, stopped to check axles, and topped off liquid before leaving the popular rest stop.
I didn't expect the welcome from young soldiers along the road inside the base. I'll take off wrist slider before high fiving people next time.
The finish was anticlimactic. Our feet hurt more than legs.
# from Casey’s GPS:
Time: 4:47:47
Moving: 4:27:22
Avg speed: 12.9 mph
Avg moving: 13.4 mph
Max speed: 26.3
Slowest/fastest mile: 6.8/22.0 mph
Avg/max heart rate: 145/207 bpm (Casey is part hummingbird)
_post event
Casey and I walked the expo and scored a few deals. I sought out RBM owner Jim Hoyt in case he had a RAAM relay spot open or had Lance news.
Visited with Roger who rode 102 miles with a sore neck. It's always fun to see the world through his eyes. He made me want to through hike Appalachian Trail.
Stopped by H Mart after dinner for fruit and vegi shopping. Weight reduction would start the following Monday to hit my annual goal on 12/4/2011.
Logistically, HH is an easy event:
pack Thursday night
Friday:
leave work after lunch
spend $ at expo
visit with Ann and wheel friends
Saturday:
be early to avoid parking problem
start rolling in the dark
80 miles of hope
18 miles of disappointment and introspection
4 miles of rolling drunk
shower
back in Dallas by dinner
In 2006 I communicated poorly with Richard; it led to Richard's abandoning at mile 23. This time I wrote a skate script so Casey and I would be on the same page.
----
50 mi @ 12 mph moving speed = 4 hr 10 min rolling
50 min of rest stops/overhead/extra distance => sub 5 hr finish time
rest stop #/mile mark
1. 10 skip
2. 15; quick refuel; small stop not shared by other event distances
drink enough in next 11 miles to pee
3. 26 nutrition bag; bathroom
hammer a bit if condition calls for
expect to drink 60 oz in next 13 miles
crappy Hwy 44 service road incline leading to rest stop 4
4. 39; water and food could be distant from the road; drink pickle juice
maybe dump a bottle
higher heart rate skate before final stop
5. 43 air force base; busy stop with 3 distances;
skate quickly and safely to finish
----
The skate started comfortably-- fresh feet on rough pavement. We were stopped by the train shortly before the 50-mile / 100k split. Casey and I reminded each other to look for the sign to turn right to avoid the worst 10-mile chip n seal of this event.
I had problem keeping the middle bottles in jersey pockets. That bottle finally got its way and flew into a ditch at a turn. I let it go--40 oz should be enough for the 50-mile route.
We missed the 50-mile turn. By the time we realized it, it was too late to turn around. I needed new way to hold water.
_10 rough miles
This was the third time I skated over this rough section. I wised up and didn't push the pace. The urethane stayed intact enough we didn't have to rotate wheels. I stopped a few times examining bottles dropped by cyclists and finally found a safe-looking one that'd help me through the extended skate.
_glass smooth road
Rec cyclists moved at 14 to 17 mph. Casey and I mostly operated outside this range.
The road surface turned nice for a few miles. We hopped behind a tandem bike and averaged over 20 mph. I missed being part of Texas Flyer pace line.
We were back on familiar 50-mile script and knew what to expect from this point on.
_Highway 44 service road
The surface was marginally easier than the rough 10 miles, but our body parts were fatigue by this time. 50-mile and 100k cyclists were littered under the trees along the road. Casey and I struggled to maintain 10 mph.
I pointed out the big tree and its inviting shade at top of the hill, "that is not the rest stop; don't get your hopes up." Casey tried to remember the concept of humor. I avoided thinking about what the vibration was doing to my plantar fascia.
_Sheppard Air Force Base
Casey and I weren't in enough trouble to use the AC at the airbase. We slowed to admire the airplanes, stopped to check axles, and topped off liquid before leaving the popular rest stop.
I didn't expect the welcome from young soldiers along the road inside the base. I'll take off wrist slider before high fiving people next time.
The finish was anticlimactic. Our feet hurt more than legs.
# from Casey’s GPS:
Time: 4:47:47
Moving: 4:27:22
Avg speed: 12.9 mph
Avg moving: 13.4 mph
Max speed: 26.3
Slowest/fastest mile: 6.8/22.0 mph
Avg/max heart rate: 145/207 bpm (Casey is part hummingbird)
_post event
Casey and I walked the expo and scored a few deals. I sought out RBM owner Jim Hoyt in case he had a RAAM relay spot open or had Lance news.
Visited with Roger who rode 102 miles with a sore neck. It's always fun to see the world through his eyes. He made me want to through hike Appalachian Trail.
Stopped by H Mart after dinner for fruit and vegi shopping. Weight reduction would start the following Monday to hit my annual goal on 12/4/2011.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
DRC Independence 10k, 7/21/2011
I decided to focus 2011 on December 4th White Rock. Given Euro Roll 2011, 7/2 10k was a good “B” race before marathon training starts. In past years, May ~ July were non-running months.
_training
I went with Smart Coach. The training sessions and goal looked even less realistic than full- and half-marathons. This free service predicted my past races on the nose.
The only incomplete training session was 4 mi @ 7:30. Air temperature was 102 F. My pace broke after 3.5 miles. I was still sweating 30 minutes after the run.
I had no problem with 4x800 @ 95 F.
_race
Dallas Running Club ran an efficient affordable event. Parking was no problem for 850 runners at White Rock. Number and chip pick up took about 3 minutes with only 2 volunteers.
I felt sluggish and unrecovered @ 8am in the mid 80’s. GPS was set to 6:53 pace, a seemingly unrealistic pace to hold for 30+ min. “Trust your training,” I told myself.
Race started on time. I followed 9-year-old Cameron Ross at sub 7:00 pace; I passed the gifted boy shortly before the 5k U-turn. Cameron completed 5k in 22:04.
I was 60 meters behind at midpoint—exactly where I wanted to be. I felt hot but confident and wanted to apologize to Runner’s World for doubting.
My race was still under control when Biff showed up at mile 3.5. Then everything fell apart at mile 4. My body wouldn't deliver enough power in the heat. The involuntary grunts started. I was Sharapova with shorter and less hairy legs.
Biff urged me to hold the form. I knew I looked vulnerable when Biff started to tell me how great I looked. My pace bled. Sam and Sid were oblivious to my suffering; they were interested in the colors the racers wore.
Final 400 meters. I tried to sprint. I barely managed 7:00 pace for the all-out effort.
_fake emergency
A volunteer wanted me to return the chip at finish. I worried bending over could induce back spasm. I didn’t have enough strength to balance on 1 leg to un-Velcro the ankle strap. I didn't want to go into my spine issue and just told the volunteer I needed something to lean against.
She interpreted this as "I'm about to pass out."
“Are you hot; do you need water?”
I said yes and thought it was a dumb question to a sweaty runner after 10k.
Instead of water, she brought 2 paramedics. They rubbed ice on me and everything.
Hadn't received this much attention in a while.
_aftermath
Legs weren’t sore Sunday morning. I was still disappointed at the 10k. I decided to run errands on TT bike. Front derailleur developed issue 4 miles from the Baileys. Instead of a 5-minute gift drop off, I caused Biff to spend his Sunday morning fixing my derailleur cable.
Saw chiropractor Tuesday morning and confirmed overtraining. Besides the usual spine-related issues, I experienced the typical plantar fasciitis symptoms. So much for all the cobblestone running plans for Euro Roll.
I need to re-evaluate my goals.
#’s
847 runners (5k & 10k)
chip time: 45:23
avg 7:19 pace
_training
I went with Smart Coach. The training sessions and goal looked even less realistic than full- and half-marathons. This free service predicted my past races on the nose.
The only incomplete training session was 4 mi @ 7:30. Air temperature was 102 F. My pace broke after 3.5 miles. I was still sweating 30 minutes after the run.
I had no problem with 4x800 @ 95 F.
_race
Dallas Running Club ran an efficient affordable event. Parking was no problem for 850 runners at White Rock. Number and chip pick up took about 3 minutes with only 2 volunteers.
I felt sluggish and unrecovered @ 8am in the mid 80’s. GPS was set to 6:53 pace, a seemingly unrealistic pace to hold for 30+ min. “Trust your training,” I told myself.
Race started on time. I followed 9-year-old Cameron Ross at sub 7:00 pace; I passed the gifted boy shortly before the 5k U-turn. Cameron completed 5k in 22:04.
I was 60 meters behind at midpoint—exactly where I wanted to be. I felt hot but confident and wanted to apologize to Runner’s World for doubting.
My race was still under control when Biff showed up at mile 3.5. Then everything fell apart at mile 4. My body wouldn't deliver enough power in the heat. The involuntary grunts started. I was Sharapova with shorter and less hairy legs.
Biff urged me to hold the form. I knew I looked vulnerable when Biff started to tell me how great I looked. My pace bled. Sam and Sid were oblivious to my suffering; they were interested in the colors the racers wore.
Final 400 meters. I tried to sprint. I barely managed 7:00 pace for the all-out effort.
_fake emergency
A volunteer wanted me to return the chip at finish. I worried bending over could induce back spasm. I didn’t have enough strength to balance on 1 leg to un-Velcro the ankle strap. I didn't want to go into my spine issue and just told the volunteer I needed something to lean against.
She interpreted this as "I'm about to pass out."
“Are you hot; do you need water?”
I said yes and thought it was a dumb question to a sweaty runner after 10k.
Instead of water, she brought 2 paramedics. They rubbed ice on me and everything.
Hadn't received this much attention in a while.
_aftermath
Legs weren’t sore Sunday morning. I was still disappointed at the 10k. I decided to run errands on TT bike. Front derailleur developed issue 4 miles from the Baileys. Instead of a 5-minute gift drop off, I caused Biff to spend his Sunday morning fixing my derailleur cable.
Saw chiropractor Tuesday morning and confirmed overtraining. Besides the usual spine-related issues, I experienced the typical plantar fasciitis symptoms. So much for all the cobblestone running plans for Euro Roll.
I need to re-evaluate my goals.
#’s
847 runners (5k & 10k)
chip time: 45:23
avg 7:19 pace
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Katy 5k. May 12, 2011
My 5k's usually took 30 minutes. They typically involved saving boobs. Parking and starts tended to be sources of frustration.
Last night I planned on 7:00 pace for 3 miles then final 172 meters at 120 mph.
I executed the script and ended up with 21:03.
I felt a bit light headed during the 120 mph section. Wish I wore heart rate monitor.
As Timo promised, the after-race party was fun and fulfilling.
Last night I planned on 7:00 pace for 3 miles then final 172 meters at 120 mph.
I executed the script and ended up with 21:03.
I felt a bit light headed during the 120 mph section. Wish I wore heart rate monitor.
As Timo promised, the after-race party was fun and fulfilling.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Texas Road Rash. April 17, 2011
I started skating late this year and decided to make TRR a “D” race; it's an annual social trip.
TSX delivered 31 mpg to Round Rock. I stopped by a Ducati dealer in Waco. Had mediocre BBQ next door. David Sedaris audio books made the time pass fast.
_World class
Joey Mantia looked bulkier than last time I saw him. I fantasized multiple US long track medals at Sochi 2014 after watching his huge lead at Saturday elimination race.
Debbie Rice decided not to compete despite having many choices of mismatched boots. Bont brought its young guns.
I acquired new Texas Flyer jersey before dinner with teammates.
It was great to see Duane and Scarlett. How priority changed in a few years: Duane, Scarlett, Harris, and Ritter moved away; Demer never regained form after operation; Jason went to cycling; I focused on long events; Phil doesn't skate much after his first born; Mackowski is recovering from boating accident. Casey was the only one getting faster.
_Marathon
1 mass start this year. I couldn't hang with the lead pack beyond couple miles but started with them any way. I love watching a race unfold up close. Joey didn't start easy like his last appearance. The pack let him go; everyone was confident in his inability to keep up with superboy. The headwind was downhill this year; Joey needed no help breaking wind.
I redlined and stood up to wait for safe-looking skaters to pick me up. Randy and Renee invited me in. Randy was a TRR champion and by far the fastest in the pack that included Margo and Gene. I stayed behind Renee and watch her being delivered half marathon finish. It was good to see her recovering well from surgery.
Lap 4: Joey lapped us . He made the pros understand how I felt when I tried to stay with them.
_Plotting
I discussed finishing strategy with Gene; it reminded me of skating with Tom Demer at inaugural TRR.
Chris and Brenda showed up . I assumed they bonked; I didn’t notice the torn jerseys. They joined the pack. I switched to race mode--Margo and Brenda were both pro masters.
Brenda didn't show bouncy legs. I took the lead and slow the pack at the final head wind. I warned Gene of the impending attacks. I didn't ask him to help Brenda--I was confident Chris and I would deliver Brenda to the line.
The slow downhill made everyone antsy. Couple half-hearted breakaways initiated after turning to cross wind. I held a steady pace in front of Chris and Brenda--my job was to keep Margo within range. I assumed Chris was ready to take over.
Gene accelerated and took over the lead. Margo cracked. I let her dry for a bit before passing her. She was unable to latch on. It’s tough to be out-teammated.
3 TXF jerseys skated together like the old days. My 110mm wheels actually felt good for a change.
Brenda won the pro master jacket and shared her cash winning.
It's good to see Duane and Jason return to the sport. Casey improved his speed similar to his running progress. It was always good to see Toronto skaters. Standing on age group podium, Gene grinned like a necrophiliac in the morgue.
My veins pop to be like Morgan
_Perspectives (quotes from inlineplanet.com and other sources)
Joey Mantia: "I basically stood up for 45 seconds to let them catch up. But when I stood up, they took a break themselves.... So I just kept going."
Justin Stelly describes it as "a nice, easy pace" after getting 2nd place.
3rd place Harry Vogel claims he got 2nd because "Joey doesn't count" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mSn4vMndj_E&feature=player_embedded)
Timo was happy with his time after spending more time golfing than skating, "big pack is the answer."
Brianna Kramer, winner of last year's NorthShore Inline Marathon, is on a break from the Wheels to Ice Program of the U.S. Olympic Committee. "This is the most exercise I've had in a month,"
Top female Brianna was tinier than expected
_Post TRR brick
I tripled the participation number by talking Timo and Casey into running. Timo suffered a DNF as Casey and I ran the course in reverse direction.
_Shopping:
I visited Austin's run, bike, and tri stores after lunch. I was disappointed by lace-less shoes. Zoot's marketing described the new blister inducing model as "designed for short-distance races." I scored 2 pairs of running shorts. My annual spring long run was coming up.
TSX averaged 34 mpg with tail wind after dinner with Jenny and Ray. I recalled my cancelled plan of racing as a pro master. I desired Candy to achieve her goal.
I started skating late this year and decided to make TRR a “D” race; it's an annual social trip.
TSX delivered 31 mpg to Round Rock. I stopped by a Ducati dealer in Waco. Had mediocre BBQ next door. David Sedaris audio books made the time pass fast.
_World class
Joey Mantia looked bulkier than last time I saw him. I fantasized multiple US long track medals at Sochi 2014 after watching his huge lead at Saturday elimination race.
Debbie Rice decided not to compete despite having many choices of mismatched boots. Bont brought its young guns.
I acquired new Texas Flyer jersey before dinner with teammates.
It was great to see Duane and Scarlett. How priority changed in a few years: Duane, Scarlett, Harris, and Ritter moved away; Demer never regained form after operation; Jason went to cycling; I focused on long events; Phil doesn't skate much after his first born; Mackowski is recovering from boating accident. Casey was the only one getting faster.
_Marathon
1 mass start this year. I couldn't hang with the lead pack beyond couple miles but started with them any way. I love watching a race unfold up close. Joey didn't start easy like his last appearance. The pack let him go; everyone was confident in his inability to keep up with superboy. The headwind was downhill this year; Joey needed no help breaking wind.
I redlined and stood up to wait for safe-looking skaters to pick me up. Randy and Renee invited me in. Randy was a TRR champion and by far the fastest in the pack that included Margo and Gene. I stayed behind Renee and watch her being delivered half marathon finish. It was good to see her recovering well from surgery.
Lap 4: Joey lapped us . He made the pros understand how I felt when I tried to stay with them.
_Plotting
I discussed finishing strategy with Gene; it reminded me of skating with Tom Demer at inaugural TRR.
Chris and Brenda showed up . I assumed they bonked; I didn’t notice the torn jerseys. They joined the pack. I switched to race mode--Margo and Brenda were both pro masters.
Brenda didn't show bouncy legs. I took the lead and slow the pack at the final head wind. I warned Gene of the impending attacks. I didn't ask him to help Brenda--I was confident Chris and I would deliver Brenda to the line.
The slow downhill made everyone antsy. Couple half-hearted breakaways initiated after turning to cross wind. I held a steady pace in front of Chris and Brenda--my job was to keep Margo within range. I assumed Chris was ready to take over.
Gene accelerated and took over the lead. Margo cracked. I let her dry for a bit before passing her. She was unable to latch on. It’s tough to be out-teammated.
3 TXF jerseys skated together like the old days. My 110mm wheels actually felt good for a change.
Brenda won the pro master jacket and shared her cash winning.
It's good to see Duane and Jason return to the sport. Casey improved his speed similar to his running progress. It was always good to see Toronto skaters. Standing on age group podium, Gene grinned like a necrophiliac in the morgue.
My veins pop to be like Morgan
_Perspectives (quotes from inlineplanet.com and other sources)
Joey Mantia: "I basically stood up for 45 seconds to let them catch up. But when I stood up, they took a break themselves.... So I just kept going."
Justin Stelly describes it as "a nice, easy pace" after getting 2nd place.
3rd place Harry Vogel claims he got 2nd because "Joey doesn't count" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mSn4vMndj_E&feature=player_embedded)
Timo was happy with his time after spending more time golfing than skating, "big pack is the answer."
Brianna Kramer, winner of last year's NorthShore Inline Marathon, is on a break from the Wheels to Ice Program of the U.S. Olympic Committee. "This is the most exercise I've had in a month,"
Top female Brianna was tinier than expected
_Post TRR brick
I tripled the participation number by talking Timo and Casey into running. Timo suffered a DNF as Casey and I ran the course in reverse direction.
_Shopping:
I visited Austin's run, bike, and tri stores after lunch. I was disappointed by lace-less shoes. Zoot's marketing described the new blister inducing model as "designed for short-distance races." I scored 2 pairs of running shorts. My annual spring long run was coming up.
TSX averaged 34 mpg with tail wind after dinner with Jenny and Ray. I recalled my cancelled plan of racing as a pro master. I desired Candy to achieve her goal.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Long run 2011--Double Marathon. April 22
_Motivation: baby steps
Pursuing the illusion of closer to Badwater, I decided on annual PR on running distance. I did not find a good event that fit schedule. I picked Good Friday--weather was reasonable; no major injury; I got a day off work. The preparation included skipping Thursday Yasso 800 and post-Yasso beer.
I laid out 2 GPS and 2 skinning running belts for gels and cash. I unwrapped the big running belt holding 2 10-oz bottles. I anticipated returning to the house between 2 marathons. I laughed when discovering I put on cycling gloves out of habit. I took them off and locked the door. Goal: 52.4 miles in 12 hours.
I ran toward The Colony exploring new routes. Instead of music, I listened to Richard Russo's _Empire Falls_ and Murakami's _The Wind-up Bird Chronicle_. I had a hard time with 11:00 pace. I needed more practice with slow pace.
_Crash
Mile 15. I opened a pack of Jelly Bean in the unfamiliar reseal-able bag. I tripped over a concrete block 10 cm higher than its neighbor. The elbow dripped red liquid in dramatic fashion--it's mostly sweat. I had the bag in hand therefore left palm scrape wasn't deep. It was a hard 5.5-mph fall. I kept going and wished I kept the gloves on. For a few days, brushing teeth and using washroom would be left-handed--skills we acquire through sports.
Lots of little aches. Big toe was throbbing. I didn't feel like running any more but was too cheap to call a taxi and too lazy to plan the makeup run. I kicked couple more sidewalk blocks and cursed at the city's budget cut. I was glad I wasn't wearing minimalist shoes.
I'll probably lose that toe nail.
Kroger was a great rest stop. Walgreen's Gatorade was twice the price, but it's all about location. 4 hours into the run, I became more dehydrated than I felt. The stream reminded me of the Fukushima Plant.
_Bonk
I was dumbfounded when hitting the wall at mile 23. I lasted longer at Cowtown with more climb at faster pace. There's no negotiating with one's physical condition. Could be dehydration; I wish I know for sure. I accepted the slower speed and stopped at a Dickey's BBQ on 121.
AC and ice water did wonders to my mood. I did not blend into the Friday 2pm crowd. Everyone else spoke fluent Spanish and seemed capable of construction and other real-man activities. A friendly gentleman asked, "you're a runner, aren't you?" I smiled and nodded my head. What gave it away, Sherlock: bloody elbow, compression shirt, spandex, calf sleeves, salt stain, or the sun visor? I consumed a big cup of mashed potato and large quantity of water during the long break.
_2nd half
11:30 pace became a struggle by mile 30. I ignore the pace and ran slowly home. The pool looked inviting as I swapped running belts and water bottle.
_Insufficient form
I chose the familiar Plano routes for the remaining 20 miles. Running became difficult by mile 35. I wasn't hurt or hungry; heart rate was low; the body just didn't want to run. I walk-ran against sunset. It was demoralizing. How did the same body finish Ironman? I considered ordering a pizza.
I developed empathy with the protagonists in both novels. I wondered what it'd take to develop that level of writing skills. Trusting quality of sidewalks, my mind drifted. I reviewed my life decisions. Long run is one way to gain fresh perspectives.
I took my time in the dark and finished double marathon. 11 hours moving. 1 hour of resting. I was in no shape to run 100 miles in 24 hours. I was disappointed but glad to have learned my fitness level.
Dinner tasted great. I estimated 5000 calories deficit. I considered downing 1 kg of sugar with couple eggs and calling it good.
I slept badly after the run. Typical after a long event.
Pursuing the illusion of closer to Badwater, I decided on annual PR on running distance. I did not find a good event that fit schedule. I picked Good Friday--weather was reasonable; no major injury; I got a day off work. The preparation included skipping Thursday Yasso 800 and post-Yasso beer.
I laid out 2 GPS and 2 skinning running belts for gels and cash. I unwrapped the big running belt holding 2 10-oz bottles. I anticipated returning to the house between 2 marathons. I laughed when discovering I put on cycling gloves out of habit. I took them off and locked the door. Goal: 52.4 miles in 12 hours.
I ran toward The Colony exploring new routes. Instead of music, I listened to Richard Russo's _Empire Falls_ and Murakami's _The Wind-up Bird Chronicle_. I had a hard time with 11:00 pace. I needed more practice with slow pace.
_Crash
Mile 15. I opened a pack of Jelly Bean in the unfamiliar reseal-able bag. I tripped over a concrete block 10 cm higher than its neighbor. The elbow dripped red liquid in dramatic fashion--it's mostly sweat. I had the bag in hand therefore left palm scrape wasn't deep. It was a hard 5.5-mph fall. I kept going and wished I kept the gloves on. For a few days, brushing teeth and using washroom would be left-handed--skills we acquire through sports.
Lots of little aches. Big toe was throbbing. I didn't feel like running any more but was too cheap to call a taxi and too lazy to plan the makeup run. I kicked couple more sidewalk blocks and cursed at the city's budget cut. I was glad I wasn't wearing minimalist shoes.
I'll probably lose that toe nail.
Kroger was a great rest stop. Walgreen's Gatorade was twice the price, but it's all about location. 4 hours into the run, I became more dehydrated than I felt. The stream reminded me of the Fukushima Plant.
_Bonk
I was dumbfounded when hitting the wall at mile 23. I lasted longer at Cowtown with more climb at faster pace. There's no negotiating with one's physical condition. Could be dehydration; I wish I know for sure. I accepted the slower speed and stopped at a Dickey's BBQ on 121.
AC and ice water did wonders to my mood. I did not blend into the Friday 2pm crowd. Everyone else spoke fluent Spanish and seemed capable of construction and other real-man activities. A friendly gentleman asked, "you're a runner, aren't you?" I smiled and nodded my head. What gave it away, Sherlock: bloody elbow, compression shirt, spandex, calf sleeves, salt stain, or the sun visor? I consumed a big cup of mashed potato and large quantity of water during the long break.
_2nd half
11:30 pace became a struggle by mile 30. I ignore the pace and ran slowly home. The pool looked inviting as I swapped running belts and water bottle.
_Insufficient form
I chose the familiar Plano routes for the remaining 20 miles. Running became difficult by mile 35. I wasn't hurt or hungry; heart rate was low; the body just didn't want to run. I walk-ran against sunset. It was demoralizing. How did the same body finish Ironman? I considered ordering a pizza.
I developed empathy with the protagonists in both novels. I wondered what it'd take to develop that level of writing skills. Trusting quality of sidewalks, my mind drifted. I reviewed my life decisions. Long run is one way to gain fresh perspectives.
I took my time in the dark and finished double marathon. 11 hours moving. 1 hour of resting. I was in no shape to run 100 miles in 24 hours. I was disappointed but glad to have learned my fitness level.
Dinner tasted great. I estimated 5000 calories deficit. I considered downing 1 kg of sugar with couple eggs and calling it good.
I slept badly after the run. Typical after a long event.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Rock n Roll Half Marathon 3/27/2011 Dallas
I was unsatisfied with erratic pacing at Cowtown and felt the need to redeem. I also thought it’d be nice to run with Casey, who wanted a sub-100 min half. At the rate he's improving, this could be the last race we'd run at similar pace.
_The Competitor Group
I was carded when getting my race number. I was unhappy being forced to make the downtown trip just to pick up the race packet but couldn’t blame a for-profit organization for maximizing the traffic when parking alone is $10.
The event was well executed: race number and chip pick up, water stations, gear bag check, start line bus, porta potties, course markers, finish area.... In comparison, Dallas Marathon was poorly run.
For additional $1000 in the form of fundraising, the participants gets "an exclusive start-line lounge, gear transport from start to finish, a Komen cheer station party on the course for your donors and family, and a VIP finish-line party tent." There was an attractive bouncer guarding the VIP area inside the velvet ropes. I visualized cloth towels in the trailer bathroom completed with an attendant whose sole job was uttering “have a good race!”
_Expo
Vendors wised up and stopped selling Gu Roctane for $1.
Garmin rep was unhelpful in answering the question “is there’s a way to normalize the course length based on mile marker.”
I quizzed a few booths about compression socks. I wasn’t trying to be confrontational by demanding data—I really wanted to believe the 5% improvement in the ad.
_Taking chances
I tried new things in this "C" race:
- 3-week preparation for PR pace while fighting spine issue.
- First race with race flats. Green Silence’s odometer says 5 miles per shoe.
- Calf compression sleeves. I wore it for 5 minutes while being convinced by the salesperson. Actually, Biff did most of the convincing in past 3 months.
_Setting PR
Stomach wasn’t happy after the 1st banana at 5am. I threw trash bags, towel, and extra change of clothes into the car. I prayed the liver had enough glycogen for the race. I gained another lb since Cowtown and actually felt lightened by the GI issue.
Weather cooperated --cold, cloudy with pending rain, no wind. I wore 2 layers of disposable shirt and no gloves.
I gave Casey a cap hoping that'd weigh him down
Casey and I ran alongside 95-min pace balloon at 5k mark. Side stitch started. I let Casey go. The plan was sub-100-minute finish and even splits.
The motivation signs on the course reflected our time. Charlie Sheen's tiger blood was winning for this Rock n Roll.
running with Adam's Apple
_Half way
At mile 6, body parts were stressed at expected level. Big decision: how much speed to bleed on the final 2 miles of climbs? I focused on arm swing and listen to my body. “Don't use up the quads.”
I stuck with the 7:33 GPS pace and was 100 feet behind virtual partner by mile 8, the highest point of the course. I aimed for 7:15 pace for the final 5 descending miles. I used runners around me to keep up with this unnatural speed. I was rhythm challenged.
Saw no barefoot runner, but was paced by a pair of Vibrams for a few miles.
I raced a big dude for the final mile. I lost the sprint by half a step. So much for my supposedly sprinter’s legs.
_Post race
The organizer didn't anticipate the cold front and ran out of silver blanket by runner 312 in this 10000 runner event. There was no finishers' shirt. I lend Casey leg warmers to warm arms. It felt good to be helpful to a friend by making him look silly. After dropping him off at the train station, I attempted Sunday morning stroll in Carrollton downtown. Shivering started as I locked the car. Insulation and lightness are difficult to balance. I gave up active recovery.
I worried weight obsession would lead to eating disorder. I thought of Peter Sagal's words: ''It's not about being fat. ... people of all shapes whose sense of self is blessedly untethered from their weight. It's about the terror of what we might become if we allow ourselves to let go, to get weak, to slow down."
After shower and soup noodles, I sat at fireplace sipping bubble tea. Midori was playing Mendelssohn through the recently repair Yamaha DSP A1.
Shishamos, shrimps, bacon and wrapped scallop were baking in the oven as pinot grigio chilled. For this afternoon, the most difficult decision would be chopsticks or silverware for my tapas.
result:
Casey Murrell
Overall: 312 out of 10969 • Division: 36 out of 810 • Gender: 264 out of 4159
Pace 5 Km 10 Km 10 Mi ChipTime ClockTime
7:23 22:54 46:19 1:14:21 01:36:40 01:36:56
Johnny Chen
Overall: 342 out of 10969 • Division: 50 out of 674 • Gender: 287 out of 4159
Pace 5 Km 10 Km 10 Mi ChipTime ClockTime
7:26 22:53 46:43 1:15:12 01:37:22 01:37:39
We beat Aikman
Troy Aikman
Overall: 1206 out of 10969 • Division: 138 out of 674 • Gender: 879 out of 4159
Pace 5 Km 10 Km 10 Mi ChipTime ClockTime
8:16 27:19 54:05 1:24:50 01:48:11 01:52:42
_The Competitor Group
I was carded when getting my race number. I was unhappy being forced to make the downtown trip just to pick up the race packet but couldn’t blame a for-profit organization for maximizing the traffic when parking alone is $10.
The event was well executed: race number and chip pick up, water stations, gear bag check, start line bus, porta potties, course markers, finish area.... In comparison, Dallas Marathon was poorly run.
For additional $1000 in the form of fundraising, the participants gets "an exclusive start-line lounge, gear transport from start to finish, a Komen cheer station party on the course for your donors and family, and a VIP finish-line party tent." There was an attractive bouncer guarding the VIP area inside the velvet ropes. I visualized cloth towels in the trailer bathroom completed with an attendant whose sole job was uttering “have a good race!”
_Expo
Vendors wised up and stopped selling Gu Roctane for $1.
Garmin rep was unhelpful in answering the question “is there’s a way to normalize the course length based on mile marker.”
I quizzed a few booths about compression socks. I wasn’t trying to be confrontational by demanding data—I really wanted to believe the 5% improvement in the ad.
_Taking chances
I tried new things in this "C" race:
- 3-week preparation for PR pace while fighting spine issue.
- First race with race flats. Green Silence’s odometer says 5 miles per shoe.
- Calf compression sleeves. I wore it for 5 minutes while being convinced by the salesperson. Actually, Biff did most of the convincing in past 3 months.
_Setting PR
Stomach wasn’t happy after the 1st banana at 5am. I threw trash bags, towel, and extra change of clothes into the car. I prayed the liver had enough glycogen for the race. I gained another lb since Cowtown and actually felt lightened by the GI issue.
Weather cooperated --cold, cloudy with pending rain, no wind. I wore 2 layers of disposable shirt and no gloves.
Casey and I ran alongside 95-min pace balloon at 5k mark. Side stitch started. I let Casey go. The plan was sub-100-minute finish and even splits.
The motivation signs on the course reflected our time. Charlie Sheen's tiger blood was winning for this Rock n Roll.
_Half way
At mile 6, body parts were stressed at expected level. Big decision: how much speed to bleed on the final 2 miles of climbs? I focused on arm swing and listen to my body. “Don't use up the quads.”
I stuck with the 7:33 GPS pace and was 100 feet behind virtual partner by mile 8, the highest point of the course. I aimed for 7:15 pace for the final 5 descending miles. I used runners around me to keep up with this unnatural speed. I was rhythm challenged.
Saw no barefoot runner, but was paced by a pair of Vibrams for a few miles.
I raced a big dude for the final mile. I lost the sprint by half a step. So much for my supposedly sprinter’s legs.
_Post race
The organizer didn't anticipate the cold front and ran out of silver blanket by runner 312 in this 10000 runner event. There was no finishers' shirt. I lend Casey leg warmers to warm arms. It felt good to be helpful to a friend by making him look silly. After dropping him off at the train station, I attempted Sunday morning stroll in Carrollton downtown. Shivering started as I locked the car. Insulation and lightness are difficult to balance. I gave up active recovery.
I worried weight obsession would lead to eating disorder. I thought of Peter Sagal's words: ''It's not about being fat. ... people of all shapes whose sense of self is blessedly untethered from their weight. It's about the terror of what we might become if we allow ourselves to let go, to get weak, to slow down."
After shower and soup noodles, I sat at fireplace sipping bubble tea. Midori was playing Mendelssohn through the recently repair Yamaha DSP A1.
Shishamos, shrimps, bacon and wrapped scallop were baking in the oven as pinot grigio chilled. For this afternoon, the most difficult decision would be chopsticks or silverware for my tapas.
result:
Casey Murrell
Overall: 312 out of 10969 • Division: 36 out of 810 • Gender: 264 out of 4159
Pace 5 Km 10 Km 10 Mi ChipTime ClockTime
7:23 22:54 46:19 1:14:21 01:36:40 01:36:56
Johnny Chen
Overall: 342 out of 10969 • Division: 50 out of 674 • Gender: 287 out of 4159
Pace 5 Km 10 Km 10 Mi ChipTime ClockTime
7:26 22:53 46:43 1:15:12 01:37:22 01:37:39
We beat Aikman
Troy Aikman
Overall: 1206 out of 10969 • Division: 138 out of 674 • Gender: 879 out of 4159
Pace 5 Km 10 Km 10 Mi ChipTime ClockTime
8:16 27:19 54:05 1:24:50 01:48:11 01:52:42
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