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2012 Bass Pro Marathon Recap

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Well I was able to log marathon #4 in the books this past weekend with the Bass Pro Marathon. The weather was absolutely incredible for it and the course was great. There were a ton of people that I knew there to run both the half and the full marathon and there were people that I didn’t know that I got to know through the course of the morning.

Bass Pro Marathon comes on the heels of the Dogwood Canyon 25K Trail run and just month after the Chicago Marathon for me. After injuring my toe in the hotel door the Thursday before Chicago Marathon, I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to complete even one of these much less all of them and have a great time doing it! I ended up having a great race on Sunday and getting a new PR. My goal however was to break 4 hours, after not being able to get that in Chicago on the injured toe. I ended up with a 4:11:29 on Sunday. So am I disappointed – yeah a little… but still happy with the performance and the race.

I met a bunch of the Ozarks Running Club folks that morning just inside Bass Pro. It has been so cool to see the folks come together over the past couple of months to form the club and even more cool to get to know everyone. We really have a great group of runners and some really inspiring athletes! David even ended up running Bass Pro with us after flying all the way to New York just to spend one night and have them cancel the next day. There were also quite a few first time half-marathoners and full marathoners running from the club that morning too.

Starting out I was able to run at least the first mile with Adam who has totally kicked butt this year, going from saying he would never run to completing 2 sprint triathlons and his first Olympic triathlon at the Branson Ironman, and now taking on his first half marathon. And… he has done so and been able to jump in at a pretty stinking fast pace – he finished this – his first half mary in 1:49!! We talked for a bit while weaving through the crowd and trying to get a clear path to run. Then we parted ways as the half turned north and the full turned south.

I knew I was starting out quite a bit faster than what I had planned and really did try to slow down the pace a bit. I was also racing for the first time wearing the heart rate monitor. I have started with Coach Jeff with PRSFit (another blog post coming soon on that) and their training is completely based on heart rate training. So it was a little different for me to see how my heart rate fluctuates.

Somewhere around mile 3-4 I heard – “Hey – there’s an Idiot”. I was wearing my Idiots Running Club shirt so I knew he must be a fellow Idiot. Turns out it was Ron Bogart. We ran together for about half a mile or so. Ron was running his first full at Bass Pro as well and we talked about the Idiots Running Club and the Skunk Run. Finally Ron said he needed to stick to his plan and run his pace and I went on.

The course through mile 10 had some undulating hills – nothing major but enough to keep your legs awake. I heard a few people complain about how big the hills were but really they were just about right in terms of enough change in the course. Even with the hills, I noticed that I was still maintaining a much faster pace than what I had intended. In fact my slowest mile during the first 15 miles was at an 8:52 and I had 4 miles in the 8:30s. I originally had intended on trying to keep a pretty steady 8:55-9:00 pace throughout. By mile 13 I figured that by that point it wasn’t going to do any good to slow down and went with the “time in the bank” theory and kept pushing and hoped that I wouldn’t fade too much towards the end.

Somewhere along mile 11 or so I heard another “Hey Idiot” comment and saw a guy in a Marathon Maniacs shirt – turns out it was Randy Acklin… another Idiots Running Club member. Randy and I got to talk a little more and turns out he was in Chicago with me but never saw him in the crowd(go figure… there were only 45,000 others there). It was also cool to hear Randy’s story about how he had transformed his life and health through running and had a crazy schedule of races this year. Randy was also hoping to break 4 hours. At some point around one of the marathon relay check points, I lost Randy and figured we would see each other at the end.

Miles 13-19 seemed to go pretty quickly and honestly I was still feeling pretty good. However – from mile 19-21 I started to feel fatigue setting in pretty quickly. I knew though that Sharena and the kids were going to be somewhere in that range to watch so I kept trying to focus on that. I did finally see not only them, but also my sister, brother-in-law and niece Ashlynn just beyond mile 21. That kept me going for just a bit but my pace was grinding down… I was now averaging close to a 10 minute pace. There is a big difference between 8:40s and 10:00 minutes in terms of pace and I could feel it hitting hard.

I still was sitting in good position to come in around a 3:55ish time as long as I could keep a minimum of a 10:00 minute pace. Somewhere between mile 22 and 23 I got to a point where I had to slow down and walk for just a minute. I knew this was a mistake, but there was nothing I could do about it. My legs were starting to shut down on me. I knew that once I walked once it would be hard to get back to any type of predictable pace again. But… again… I couldn’t do anything about it. I kept looking at my Garmin and doing the math in my head and telling myself that I was still Ok… I could still break 4.

By mile 23, it had turned into running(or at least believing in my head I was running) for a few minutes and then walking a few minutes. I knew that I had to pick it up to keep a sub 4 in the realm. Between mile 24 and 25 was the lowest point of the race for me. As hard as I tried I couldn’t get back to a real run… it was more of a shuffle and finally it just turned into a quick walk. By this point I knew 4 hours was gone… I just had to try to beat my last PR in Chicago of 4:19.

There is something incredibly humbling (and whether right or wrong – embarrassing) about walking during the latter stages of a race. I had my head hung and the inner voices were working me over. The last mile and a half of the course has some very slight uphills which I remembered from running the half last year. Those slight hills might as well have been like the straight up hills at Dogwood Canyon at this point. I finally made it to mile 25 and I told myself that no matter what, I had to RUN to the finish line.

As I got to the last couple of turns through the neighborhoods before the final turn onto Sunshine I came up on a couple of younger guys that were wearing the same shirts with numbers on them(I assume they were on some type of team together) that I had traded leads back and forth since about mile 10. One of them was in obvious pain and was sitting on the ground while the other one was trying to get him moving and convince him he was almost there. I tried to help and tell him that he was less than half a mile from finishing and he could do it. Shortly thereafter I was hurting myself and REALLY wanting to be done. About that time I heard Vickie’s voice yelling at me to pick it up and keep going. I couldn’t tell where she was at…. I could just hear her and it made me push. I finally saw her and Robyn just up the street a bit and it was exactly what I needed to finish.

I crossed the finish line at 4:11:29 and it was cool to see all the familiar faces as I came down the final few hundred feet. After coming through the finishing chute, I caught up with Jon Wilson heading out and turns out he had a huge PR and hit a 3:31. Then I found Tim who ended up finishing sub 4 but still had issues with his back. I finally saw the family when I got through the food area, I went and gave everyone a hug. I admire them because I know I smelled like I had been working in the fields in July by this point. While talking to my kids I heard someone yell my name and looked up and David Murphy and Charley Hogue were just across from me. I got to catch up with them for a bit and David was his usual encouraging self – telling me that I had a PR and was that close to hitting my goal. He had helped pace Jon(and turns out got 3rd in his age group doing so).

So I left Bass Pro with a mix of feelings. One one hand I had a great day – the temperatures, weather, and course were awesome.. I had set a new PR and got to run with a bunch of friends. But.. in the back of my mind it was killing me that I was on target to not only break 4 but to beat it by 4-5 minutes if I hadn’t just totally shut down at mile 22. I also know that it’s silly to not just be thrilled with a great run and the fact that I had finished another marathon.

I was able to catch up with Coach Jeff with PRSFit on Monday and get some answers. He thought it was funny that I had set a new PR but was still disappointed. After telling the story and how close I was, he seemed to understand. The biggest thing that was eating at me was – why? Was it because I went out too fast, or did I not fuel enough, or was it because I didn’t have all that many miles of training in since Chicago? Coach Jeff was able to tell me within a few minutes of looking at my charts from the race. Turns out that I ran the whole race(well up until mile 23 or so) in Zone 4. In the heart rate training there are 5 zones that you work within with 5 being the highest. What this meant was that I ran for 3 1/2 hours with my heart working much harder than it should have and finally my body shut down. Coach Jeff kinda chuckled and said that he had never really seen anyone run an entire marathon in Zone 4. He said that by working through the program I would get to the point where I could run these type of races completely in Zone 2 or lower 3.

So for now I have an answer. And… I have a new PR .. and I have a great race in the books with a lot of friend and family around to have enjoyed it with.

Now… just 11 weeks until Rocky Raccoon 50 Miler….

Never Say Never

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The past week has been a roller-coaster of highs and lows.  A week ago I was worried about the head-cold I had come down with for the second time in less than a month and the nagging cough.  Then after getting some meds for that I felt much better last Thursday as we all headed out to fly to Chicago for what would end up being my second chance to run the Chicago Marathon.  An afternoon of fun in Chicago with the family was ended by a freak accident in which I got my pinky toe caught in a revolving door at the hotel and once again the odds of running Chicago were thrown into doubt.

After not being able to walk on it and put any weight on that foot, Friday night I was resigned to the fact that I would not be able to run on Sunday in the marathon and consequently I posted Not Meant To Be.  After that I went as far as calling the airline to see about getting our tickets changed to fly out on Saturday instead of Monday.  However after finding out there was plenty of room on the flight but it would be $75 each…. I figured for $375 we could keep our original flight.

Nice huh?? Bruising on the bottom of my toe from getting it caught in the revolving door.

So Saturday morning Sharena convinced me that we should at least go to the expo and pick up my race packet and get my shirt.  After-all – I had paid for the shirt and should at least get it.  I was hesitant at first because I didn’t want a shirt from an event that I did not complete.  However after thinking about it for a bit I figured that if nothing else I could just use it as one of my normal running shirts since I go through them so fast.

The funny thing was that as the day progressed I figured out that I could walk on my left foot without horrible pain as long as I did not flex it very much and kept it flat.  In fact I at one point decided I would try a little jog and keeping it flat.  I found that by doing this I was able to move with an acceptable level of discomfort.

After getting to the expo (which was an adventure itself with all 5 of us in a cab) – the bug bit me that maybe I should just line up and give it a shot.  Worst case scenario if I was hurting too bad we ran right past our hotel within the first mile and I could just stop.

So Sunday at 5:45am I was up getting ready to walk to the start of the marathon.  The temps were in the upper 30s with not too strong of a breeze but enough to make you notice it.  I wore a long sleeve shirt that I would just throw off at the start but even with that my teeth were chattering by the time it was close to the start.

This year the Chicago Marathon implemented a new dual wave start.  The first wave started at 7:30 and the second wave, which I was in started at 8:00.  I don’t know if it was just imagination or real but it seemed to be much less frantic in the starting corrals this year.  It was still pretty much elbow to elbow but just not as crazy with the inching forward only to stop and wait.  There were still the annoying people that waited until 5 minutes before it started to jump the gates and said “Excuse Me” as if you could just magically disappear so they could get in front of you.  I crossed the start line at around 8:03 – so not much longer after I did last year with the single start at 7:30.

Getting ready to start!!

By this point my feet as well as most of the rest of my lower body were pretty numb from the cold.   So starting out I wasn’t really hurting all that bad.  My form was pretty bad though.  I had to try to keep my left foot landing flat which threw everything else off.  I got to the corner by Embassy Suites and saw Sharena and the kids – they were freezing I could tell and I hollered to them but they couldn’t hear me.  At this point I was feeling pretty good so I saw no need to stop.

By the time I turned onto State St. I had settled into a pretty good pace and really was feeling pretty good.  Looking back on it now I am not really sure how I was able to feel as good as I did through it except through a lot of people praying for me that I would be able to run it.  I had somehow settled in just on the heels of the 3:55 pace group – faster than I had anticipated going out – but still within my normal run paces so I decided to try to stay with them.

The route at least seemed familiar this year and I remembered several of the areas as I ran through them again.  I am not sure but it seemed like the supporting crowds may have been down a little this year compared to last year.  It may have been because the temps were so much cooler and jackets were required if you weren’t running.  But – that by no means translates to thin crowds – the streets were still 4-5 people deep in places.

I kept looking down at my race pace tattoo that I had gotten on Saturday and I was consistently staying ahead of the goal paces for a 4 hour finish.  By mile 13 I started to feel a little twinge in the toe.  Not enough to cause enough concern to stop, but enough to bring me out of my zone mentally and make me think about it.  I tried to ignore it and keep the pace going.  At this point I was half way through in under 2 hours so I was well on my way.

Mile 16-20 were the toughest for me last year and that stayed true this year.  Not sure why – but nonetheless they were tough mentally to stay focused.  The crowd support was still good and you pretty much have runners all around you within arms distance the whole race in Chicago so it shouldn’t bother me but it did.  This is also the section of the route that I noticed a lot more uneven pavement.  Normally this is not an issue but with the toe injury, every pothole and slant of the pavement caused me to grimace and limp ever slightly.

As I got to mile 19 I noticed that I had slipped a little further back from the 3:55 pace group.  My time compared to the goal time on the race pace tattoo was still about 2 minutes ahead of schedule but in the back of my mind it cause me to realize I was starting to slow a bit.  By mile 20 I suddenly noticed a very painful cramp developing in the top of my left foot leading up the the shin area.  I am sure this was due to the way I was trying to keep that foot from flexing and landing as flat as I could.  I just kept telling myself – lets try to make it to the next mile marker.

By mile 21, my pace had slowed to over 10 minutes per mile and my total time was creeping back towards the goal times on the tattoo.  Not a problem I kept thinking… I just need to keep pushing and try to get the pace back.  I did try a couple of pickups to try to re-energize the legs but each time I tried I kept getting a sharp pain in the top of my foot from the cramping.

At mile 22, things definitely slowed dramatically.  The cramp in my foot was causing me to flex my foot more.  This in turn cause me to immediately start feeling the shooting pain from my toe.  Within a half of a mile it forced me to stop and take my shoe completely off and try to stretch the foot out.  Just getting my foot out of the shoe was enough to cause me to moan.  This caused me to really worry that I might not get it back on. After about 45 seconds of letting it rest I forced my shoe back on and walked a bit to see if it would loosen up.  It didn’t.

The last 4 miles were the worse of the whole race.  By this point I saw the 4 hour pace slip by me.  My foot was cramping terribly.  My toe was starting to ache constantly and mentally it beat me up.  I kept telling myself I just had a little longer to go and I could sit down.

I vividly remember crossing the finish line last year in Chicago.  I became immediately amped up when I made the final turn from Roosevelt onto Michigan Ave.  I can remember the elation of seeing the finish line and picking up the pace to cross.  This year was different.  I wanted to feel that again… but all I could think about was getting off of my foot.  There was no chance of me picking up the pace to sprint.  I crossed the finish line at 4:19:30 – almost a full hour faster than I did last year.  I had hoped to break 4 hours in Chicago this year with the perfect weather and what I felt like had been pretty good training leading up to it.  I can’t feel too badly – I mean I beat last years time by almost an hour and I set a new marathon PR on an injured foot.  But I am one that once I set a goal – I hate to not see it happen.

Happy it was over :)

After crossing the finish line, I texted Sharena and let her know I had finished and that I just needed to sit down for a bit.  This was the first time I have ever used one of the thermal blankets they hand out.  I was freezing sitting there on the grass.  It seemed like the wind was blowing 20MPH through there and my teeth were chattering.  After about 20 minutes, I finally made my way across to the 27th mile after-party area and found my family and after a few hugs and kisses we started to make our way back to the hotel.  I think it probably took me 30-40 minutes to get back and I was hobbling pretty badly.  Chicago was finished and what I thought was going to be my first DNS turned out to be a race I completed and will always remember.

I am incredibly blessed!  I had a family that put up with me through all of the training and even more importantly – all of the highs and lows in Chicago after injuring my foot Thursday evening.  I also can not say how much it meant for all of the friends and family back home that were praying for me and supporting me!  That was truly amazing!

Whats next?  Well I saw the Ortho yesterday and got an X-Ray.  He said he could not tell for sure from the X-Ray whether it was a hairline fracture or not or just badly bruised.  He offered to put it in a boot for me but I declined.  I asked him how soon I could be back out running and he just said – As soon as you feel like it :) – So not much more in terms of definites.

I have Dogwood Canyon 25K Trail Race in about a week and a half.  I hope to be able to run it.  Time will tell.  I have not ran since being home and worry that the extremely uneven and hilly trail might be too much – but we shall see!!

Not Meant To Be

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Down in the dumps, depressed, and defeated…. that sums it up right now.  I am at a loss to accurately describe whats going on in my head right now but that’s about as close as i can get.

We(the whole family) excitedly flew in to Chicago yesterday for what was supposed to be my second time running the Chicago Marathon and what I had hoped would be a great PR for the distance.  It was the kid’s first time on a plane and they were all big eyed and having a blast.  Getting from the airport to the hotel was seamless.  We were able to hit Navy Pier in the afternoon and even got in free to the Children’s Museum and closed it down last night.  All things pointing to a great start in Chicago.

We headed back to the hotel from Navy Pier and had to stop and get some milk and supplies for the room.  As we were headed back into the hotel, I was carrying a bag of the groceries in one hand and holding my youngest son’s hand in the other.  He was super excited about the revolving doors so we opted for them to go inside just as we did when we exited.  About half way through I was worried about the people coming through the door behind us and I was telling my son to be careful when I felt the door roll over the top of my left pinky toe.  I was wearing my Vibram Five Fingers so, I felt every square inch of the door on top of that toe.  After what I am sure was a loud grunt, I was able to pull my toe out and get through door and my son out and move to the back wall.  It hurt to move, it hurt to stand still, and it hurt to know what had just happened.

My wife came through shortly afterwards with my other son and my daughter and they were totally confused as to what had happened other than to see that I was obviously in pain.  I was in pain and I was mad and scared to think about what this meant.  There were others in the lobby and on the elevator on the way up to the room that I am sure thought I was a jerk because I was scowling, and gritting my teeth and being very short with everyone.  To everyone including my family – I am sorry for this.  I really don’t remember much except the feeling of not being able to put weight on my left foot.

Back at the room I immediately went to the bed and took my shoe off and hoped for the best.  But I knew… I knew what the outcome was by the feeling of my toe.  I have only broken one bone in my life and it was in my hand next to my pinky so I knew the feeling you get when a bone is broken.  My wife and kids were super to me and got ice and tried to stay away for a bit.

After a bit my wife asked how it was doing and I told her that I was pretty sure I had broken it.  It was not swelling a whole lot but there was a lump on the outside edge towards the bottom of the toe and on the bottom of it that would send a blinding pain through me when I touched it.

I iced it, kept it elevated and went to bed last night still hoping that I would wake up this morning with it just a little sore but nothing that would affect me beyond today.  I woke up  a little after 6 when I accidentally kicked it with my other foot and it sat me straight up in bed.  I kept thinking about what my chances were that it was going to be OK and I figured the only way I could tell for sure was to put my running shoes on and see if I could run in it.  Trying to put my sock on it cause me to moan and the shoe felt like it had elastic straight on that toe.  Taking a step on it send a pain through my whole foot and I could not walk on it without a limp.  There was no doubt now.

We had lunch reservations for my daughter to go to the American Girl Store and Restaurant and the boys wanted to go to the Lego Store too.  So I still felt a glimmer of hope that maybe I could “walk it off” today and get the soreness out.  After about 3 blocks… all doubt, hopes, and last ditch thoughts were done.  I will not be able to run Chicago this year.

So… here we are..  in Chicago until Monday.  I can’t run… heck I can’t really even walk.  There are 45,000 other runners here that are all pumped up for one of the biggest races in the country.  They are pumped!  Watching them board the shuttles to the expo, it was like a kick in the gut.

I was sooo excited coming in from the airport yesterday seeing the race setup in the park and all of the race signage.  I had re-played the course in my mind from last year and had a great game plan.  I was debating in my head whether or not to sign up for one of the pacing teams this year to help me get under the 4 hour goal.  I was the most excited to see the weather… upper 30s as a low and mid 50s as a high would prove to be absolute perfect running conditions on one of the fastest marathon courses in the country.  I was positive I would be able to hit my time goal.

Now… I just have to wait until Monday to fly back empty handed.  I truly enjoyed watching my daughter today at American Girl and seeing her eyes light up at all of the doll clothes, and accessories.  My boys were just ecstatic at the Lego Store.  They were overwhelmed at all of the cool stuff and couldn’t wait to get back to the room to build stuff.  So the trip is definitely worthwhile just seeing that.  There is nothing better than seeing your kids thrilled with something.  I don’t want to at all forget that or not appreciate every second of it!

But…I feel like I have let everyone down.   I feel like I have disappointed my family and I feel like I have blown a huge opportunity for me.  Seeing this race slip away hurts.  But now a bigger hurt and fear has crept in – how long will it be before I can run again??  I am supposed to run Dogwood Canyon in 2 weeks and the Bass Pro Marathon in 4 weeks.  Even if it goes absolutely great – I don’t know if either of those are still in the picture or not.

Those that know me, know that running is what keeps me sane and keep me ticking.  Being injured SUCKS… losing the chance at an awesome race SUCKS…. and the fact that this happened because of STUPID mistake on MY part SUCKS the MOST.

I don’t want a pity party…  I don’t want to whine….  I don’t want to be Negative Nancy… I want to be able to run.  But… it appears that it is not meant to be.

Crunch Time

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3 Days, 13 Hours, 47 minutes, and 11 seconds…. that’s it… that’s all I have left until I toe the line for my second time around at the Chicago Marathon.  Well actually a little longer since I am officially in the second wave of starters since I didn’t get into a decent starting corral.

Am I ready?  Not sure….but I hope so.  I have put in some decent training over the past few months.  At this time last year Chicago was this super huge event that had a lot of uncertainty around it from it being my first marathon to ongoing issues with the torn meniscus.  This year it almost seems like it got pushed back to second place behind the Ironman a couple of weeks ago.  That’s not at all to say that I am not excited about running Chicago again! I am extremely excited – it is a phenomenal race!!  It just comes in the middle of a string of events and the Ironman was kind of a big unknown for me and it had me focusing on getting through it up until two weeks ago.

I completed my first marathon(and yes I am going to buy this photo)

So whats different this year for Chicago? Well obviously I know what to expect in terms of the marathon distance as well as what to expect from the Chicago course.  It was funny to hear some of the comments last year about the hill on the Chicago course from some of the other runners.  I kept expecting “a hill”… but I never came to anything that I saw as an inkling of a hill… especially compared to our hills and the hills at the Little Rock Marathon.  So I should be a little more comfortable with the actual race this year.

Secondly I should be able to maintain a much better pace and time for this year.  Last year I had been maintaining paces around the 9:30-9:45 range during my training up until I had the meniscus issue.  This year has been great for me in that I have been able to work my average paces down around the 8:30 time-frames.  So my goal this year would be to hopefully break 4 hours.

Another change is that the family and I are flying to Chicago this year instead of driving.  Last year we drove up and made a fun trip out of it and stopped at the Lincoln Library in Springfield IL.  The kids had a great time and it broke the trip up into manageable drives.  This year we got a great deal on airline tickets so we are flying.  The kids are super excited since this will be the first flight for them.  That brings some anxiety for me and my wife simply because we hope they do OK with it and even more anxiety about getting around Chicago without a car.  Luckily it is only an hour and a half direct flight so that should help as well.

One of the biggest pluses this year is the weather forecast!  Last year it started out in the 10 day forecast with lows supposed to be in the 50s and highs in the upper 60s.  By race day that had changed to lows in the 60s with highs in the mid 80s.  I distinctly remember running by a bank towards mile 20-21 that showed 81 degrees.  I much prefer running in the cooler temps(like the upper 40s and low 50s).  This year the weather couldn’t be much more perfect if it holds to the forecast.  The lows are forecasted to be in the upper 30s with highs in the mid 50s.  If it holds – this will be fantastic weather!

So are there any negatives to the differences this year?  Unfortunately yes.  I am not sure if it is due to the stress I have been under with training or work but I have come down with another cold to make it 2 within the last month.  This time it seems to be more focused on my chest.  I started getting congested about 2 days ago and really started coughing yesterday.  I woke up around 4am this morning with a dry hacking cough and a tight feeling in the chest.  Normally I would just take a few days off and let it run it’s course(no pun intended).  However with Chicago just a little over 3 1/2 days away, I decided to get into the doctor today preemptively.  He was nice and understood the concern and agreed to give me a prescription to try to help.  Hopefully I can kick this and feel better by Sunday morning.  It would really stink to get the perfect weather they are forecasting and not be at least 90% on race day.  I think I can get there… hopefully!

So for now… I just need to count it it being an awesome race, enjoying the cool temps, and enjoy the trip and excitement with my family.  That is really one of the coolest things I have come to appreciate about these type of events – it provides our entire family an excuse to do things together.  We fly out in the morning and I hope to be able to update things as it progresses closer to Sunday.

Push the Limits

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It’s been almost 3 weeks since I last posted anything.  Partly due to the training schedule I have been trying to keep up with and partly due to the kids starting back to school and getting the routine worked out, but probably more due to the fact I wasn’t sure where I wanted to go with the next post.  I have had several posts in mind over the past month or so but never felt like one was pulling me to put it out there yet.

This post may end up a rambling mess but is probably more of what is going on internally with me.  As of this coming Sunday, I will be 2 weeks out from running the Chicago Marathon again.  I have had a couple of people ask why I wanted to run it again.  The short answer is that it was an amazing experience as my first marathon.  The long answer is a little more complicated.

This time last year, I was pretty much filled with doubt and anxiety over whether or not I could complete a marathon.  I had just torn my meniscus and training had gone downhill in a hurry and Chicago was even a limited possibility for a few weeks.  In March I lined up on the chilly streets of Little Rock for what I hoped to be a new PR on a marathon.  Then just a short 5 weeks later I joined a crazy bunch of runners that all thought running through the woods and up a mountain for 31-50 miles that day sounded fun.  In April I also jumped in a lap pool for the first time ever and made a fool out of myself with the  “serious swimmers” thinking… “Is that guy OK?!”.  In July my first shot at a triathlon was hugely intimidating but yet thrilling at the same time.

Over the past year the triathlons have become a little more comfortable, and the running miles, a little quicker and longer.  What I didn’t realize sitting on the side of the starting corrals in Chicago last year waiting to line up, is that I was starting something that had no finish line.  Sure, I crossed the finish line in Chicago that day in a humbling 5 hours and 18 minutes, but the bigger picture was that I had started something much bigger and more important…. figuring out what drives me.

These sports/activities(I really don’t like to think of them as sports since that implies athletes and I still don’t really consider myself an athlete) have been an amazing addition to my daily life.  They have taught me a lot about the way that I work and what keeps me moving forward through times when I would rather just sit it out and tell myself “Ahhh you gave it a heck of a try”.

Through this process there have people along the way that have helped me challenge the ideas of what is really possible and more importantly – what I am possible of doing.  I think that is one of the biggest things ANYONE can have – regardless of what they are trying to do!  A few years ago, a marathon seemed like it was something completely past my limit of possibilities, much less an ultramarathon.  Heck – I hadn’t even really heard of anything like that.  But yet, through this process it has become clear that there really is no limit.  I know… there will be the analytical types that will say… yes … yes there is a definite limit to everything.  I would still challenge that!

I recently watched a special on David Blaine and why he keeps pushing himself to do these crazy stunts.  Now whether or not you like the guy or not, you have to give it to him for pushing past the conceived limits of what we can do.  Whether or not you buy into the illusionist side of him is a different story, but just the feats he has completed and his drive to never have someone tell him he can’t is amazing.  Dean Karnazes is another one that I think has helped masses of people believe that you are only limited by what you believe is achievable.   Again – like the guy or not you have to give him credit for bringing the idea of ultra-running to the mainstream and thus helping folks believe that a marathon is not the longest distance the body can withstand.  I also find it extremely amusing and disturbing that females WERE NOT ALLOWED to run marathons up until just about 40 years ago because it was believed their bodies could not hold up to it and their “innards” would fall out!  There are an awful lot of women that blow past me running and I have yet to see any innards laying on the asphalt… but I guess I will keep a look out.

Having people that you know and have personal experience with that push the limits of what’s possible is incredibly important.  I am fortunate that I can say I have friends that have a never quit mentality, friends that bike back to back 100 mile days,  friends that run 100 mile races like they are going out for a morning stroll, friends that compete at an elite level, friends that compete in world championships, but most importantly friends that even though they compete at those levels still go on a run with me.

So as I look to Chicago in a couple of weeks, I am running it again to remove the doubt I had in my mind last year, and to push the limits of what I thought I could do on that course.  It was an amazing experience last year, but even after finishing it I still had doubt.  I am hoping to break 4 hours this year if all the pieces come together.  I still have one more triathlon for the season coming up this weekend as well and I hope to push the limits of what I thought I could do.  Then after Chicago I will switch on the training mode to get ready to try to complete the 50 mile race at Rocky Raccoon in February.

The big thing that I have learned is that I wont cross the finish line with any of these races.  I am simply just pushing the finish line a little farther and farther and I hope to never say that was the limit.  Having people around to help you believe that you can achieve the next (Fill in the blank) is critical and I hope to always have that and hope that you have someone that you can look to for that!!

Brownie Points

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Forewarning – this post may earn some brownie points but that however is not the intended goal. 

Over the past 18 months, a lot has changed for me in terms of work, schedule, priorities and what I do for fun.  Back in January of 2011 I was a typical “close to 40″ guy that used his “free time” to watch TV shows that had my DVR overflowing with episodes in my playlists.  My level of physical activity was pretty much relegated to mowing the lawn on the weekends and running the weed-eater.  My eating habits were poor at best and my weight hit an all-time high of 183lbs.  For a guy that is only 5’7” – that is way out of whack!  My answer to this was to go in spurts of eating based on the Atkins diet for a couple of months, loose some weight, and then sink back into old habits and gain it back within 6 month.  To make matters worse, I had it in my mind that as long as I was eating mainly protein and the weight was coming off – it didn’t matter what I ate.  So I ate steak several times a week, and bacon was a common addition.  Finally after going to the doctor for an ear infection and subsequent follow up I was told my blood pressure was borderline high – I decided I had to make a change.  I didn’t want to be the dad that had a heart attack and left his wife and young kids to try to survive without him.

I started back running in March of 2011 on a regular basis, trying to get at least 3 runs per week in.  It was tough to begin with.  I used work as an excuse to skip workouts a lot, the weather was too hot, or too cold, or I felt like I was coming down with something quite a few times.  But – I stuck with it.  After I committed in June of 2011 to running the Chicago Marathon in October – there was no turning back.  The summer was brutal last year(and again this year) with morning lows only dropping down into the upper 70s and low 80s at times.  But – I stuck with it and kept a regular schedule or running.  Excuses slowly became non-existent and I actually started looking forward to running.  By the time I ran the Chicago Marathon, I was hooked.  I changed from looking to find excuses why I couldn’t run to never letting an excuse stop me from running.

Through that process, I have become healthier – Mentally healthier and physically healthier.  I have dropped 30lbs to date, my blood pressure is excellent now, my resting heart-rate is 58, and my eating has changed completely(another post to come on that subject).  All in all – I am a much healthier and happier person now than I was 2 years ago.

All of these changes are a great thing right?  In the big picture – absolutely!  However I know that there are trade-offs for everything.  The real intent of this post is not at all on what I have changed – but more importantly what my family has allowed me to do.  Having people around you that are supportive is HUGE in determining the overall success in changing your life to become healthier.  Having a support system that understands your goals, the process required and most importantly the willingness to make some sacrifices with you, ultimately can determine whether or not you are successful.

I am extremely lucky that my family has been that support!  While I do try to schedule as much of my workouts in the early mornings before anyone else is awake – it still takes some flexibility on their part as well.  I normally am worn out and tired by 9:30 or so in the evenings and ready for bed at 10:30 at the latest.  My long runs are normally on the weekend and even if I start at 6am they can still eat into some family time by the time I get 15-20 miles in.  On Tuesday evenings we have our normal bike night and that requires a couple of hours out of pocket to participate in that.  Recently adding triathlons to the mix has added even more time out of the schedule to get in swim time during the lap times at the pool or in the lake after the morning runs.  Trying to get brick workouts in to accommodate bike rides, and runs takes a couple of hours at a time.  Our weekly schedules, weekend schedule, trips, and even vacations now all have some sort of training schedule built into and around them.  My diet has changed dramatically over the past 12 months.  Lastly – the expense of all of this is a whole new aspect.  While running is one of the cheapest sports in terms of gear required – a new set of shoes every couple of months adds up.  Bike gear adds up quickly, as does swim and triathlon kits and gear.  All in all – A LOT of change over the past 18 months.  The end result is positive, but I wonder if I would be as accepting of this if the shoe was on the other foot.  I hope that I would… but I am not sure I am as good of a person when it comes to that as my wife is.

My wife is extremely supportive and fully committed to help me in any way she can.  But I do know that it takes a toll on her as well.  Having 3 kids and the youngest being 3 years old can be a struggle at times especially when I am out on a 4 hour bike ride.  My kids even get factored in as well.  I know there are things I miss out on when I am not at home with them.  My hope is that they see the things I am doing and it helps them believe in themselves no matter what path they decide they want to pursue.  My daughter recently told me that she wanted to start doing triathlons soon and it made me beam from ear to ear.  I don’t want to push my kids into doing anything they don’t truly want to do but hearing her say that was awesome!

Over the past year and a half I know there are people that think I have completely lost it.  I know that it can get old for my wife waking up every day and me being gone for either a run, a bike ride or a swim.  I know that having so much of my focus being on getting ready for a specific event or competition can be tiring for those that don’t share the same passion.  I know that constantly hearing me talk about the sports that I love to take part in can become annoying very quickly.  I also know that having me spend so much time training with other people and throw into the mix that some of those are females can be hard to be understanding of.

For all of that – I truly appreciate my family for allowing me to take this journey and hope that they realize how much enjoyment it has brought me, and that it has allowed me to get back into a healthy state for them for years to come! THANK YOU!!

And… yes those are brownie points you hear in the background… whether intended or not…

Little Rock Marathon Recap

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Finally getting around to the Little Rock Marathon Recap - FAIR WARNING – post will be a little longer than normal for a full recap.

We drove down to Little Rock on Saturday and got in mid-afternoon and over to the expo.  I wasn’t too sure of what to expect since the expo in Chicago was so huge.  The expo was actually very easy to get in and get around but still had enough vendors to offer gear.  I mainly had 2 missions – get my race packet and meet up with Terri Ayers – Chair of the Little Rockers Kids Marathon.  I really want to highlight how great the staff of the Little Rock Marathon program is!  My kids wanted to run the Little Rockers Kids Marathon, but due to typical winter sickness they were not able to get all of their miles in before we went down.  After checking with the staff, Terri was very kind and let me meet her at the expo and get the kids medals so that once they complete their miles at home, we can present them to them.  They have no idea that we did this and it is going to be a great surprise to them once they get to that point.  The staff went above and beyond for us on this and I can’t say enough how much that means and it is just a example of how great the staff of the Little Rock Marathon are!

Picking up the race packet was pretty uneventful and painless.  The only issue I had was that I ended up with the wrong size on the race shirt which was promptly exchanged without any issue.  I did pick up a t-shirt as well and was pleasantly surprised that they dropped the price by the time we got there around 4pm.  The only thing I would liked to see more of is a little more selection in terms of short sleeve t-shirts but – that’s just being nick-picky now.

So after picking up the race packet and heading back up to the room we chilled out and waited until time to go find something to eat.  A lot of the running group from Branson got together for dinner but we missed them because they were meeting at 4pm for dinner and we had just gotten to the expo then.  We had thought we would try to eat at Loco Luna based upon a recommendation from a friend that had lived in Little Rock but after not even being able to find a parking space we opted to look elsewhere and after trying 3 different restaurants found a place to try to get some carbs.(Note to self – get reservations ahead of time if we plan on running this again next year!)

Devra and Vickie before the start. Tim was in the restroom :)

On Sunday I had my alarm set for 6:30 which actually allowed me to sleep in a bit from my normal running days.  I had planned on meeting Devra, Vicki and Tim in the lobby at 7:25.  After meeting up we all headed down the street to the start.  It was 39 degrees out when we left and I was just in a pair of shorts and my IRC(Idiots Running Club) short sleeved shirt so it was a little chilly waiting on the start but once in the crowd it cut down the wind considerably.  The energy of the crowd was great and getting in place was pretty uneventful.  I also spotted another “Idiot” in the crowd who sought me out based on the shirt.  Turns out it was Charley Hogue, who I later found out was one of the founders in the Idiots Running club.  David said he was FREAKISHLY fast(he finished LR in 3:00!)

I ended up lining up with Vickie and we were back behind the 5:10 pacers which was quite a bit further back than I would have liked but Vickie and I talked and decided it wasn’t really worth trying to fight to get up further.  Once the race started it only took us a little more than 4 minutes to get across the start mats and my second marathon was underway.

Lined up and ready to go!

The first couple of miles were a little frustrating since I started further back than I wanted mainly due to the fact of blindly running up on folks that were walking and having to try to navigate around them(but that was my fault).  With the slow start and weaving in and out of traffic I figured my time would be really slow starting out.  Turns out I was averaging around a 9 minute pace and on target.  Miles 3-5 were pretty easy with just a small uphill over the bridges and the supporters were great.  By this point the crowd was easing up a bit to allow for pretty clear running.

I had thought I might see Sharena and the kids around mile 6 after we went back over the bridge and back towards the hotel.  However I didn’t see them and figured since the roads were closed it was a little too much to navigate through for them.  I kept looking at my Garmin to see how my pace was tracking and to my surprise I was getting faster and keeping around and 8:45- 8:50 pace.  This worried me a bit since I was wanting to track around a 9:10 pace with hopes of getting under a 4:15 finish with a optimistic goal of 4:00.  However I figured that since I had some uphills in the race that it might actually work to my favor to be a little fast on the flat sections.

I had hoped to catch a glimpse of the family again at mile 8 since it looped back around a few blocks from the hotel again but still didn’t see them.  However it was somewhere in this area that we ran by the state capital and that was pretty cool to experience during a race.  And again – the supporters were great!  It was right around the 9-10 mile mark when we had the first incline with was about a 70 foot incline and my pace didn’t drop a bit so that was encouraging.  We were running through neighborhoods at this point and it was awesome to see the people out on their porches playing music through loud speakers and several out playing instruments.

Around the 11 mile mark I caught up with Daphne who was running her second half marathon and judging by her pace at that point I knew she was going to get a new PR.  I told her she was doing awesome and to keep it up and shortly thereafter the half marathon folks split off from the full.

When I hit the half marathon point, I checked my Garmin and I had held a pretty darn good pace.  In fact if I were running the half I would have gotten a new PR on the half by more than 2 minutes.  So at this point – I am still feeling good and not tired at all.  That was all about to change and change QUICKLY!

At the 13.5 mile mark is where the real uphill started.  At first we climbed for maybe half a mile and up about 120 foot and leveled off.  I slowed a bit to about a 9:30 pace and was feeling the climb in my quads but thought that when it leveled off that I had this beat!  I really thought that was all of the climbs!  Then turning the corner, we started climbing again and it stretched out for the next 2.5 miles – ALL UPHILL.  It seemed like I would never get to the top of that stupid hill!  My quads were on fire and my pace had slowed to about a 9:50 pace.  Finally I got to the point where there was no more climbing and it turned to the right and leveled off before heading down.  At this point, I was ecstatic to not be going up anymore and a little bummed that my pace dropped so much but still thinking that I was feeling pretty good considering.

The next 9/10 of a mile was where my pace for the race went in the toilet.  During that 9/10 of a mile we lost all of the elevation that we spent the last 3 miles gaining.  Meaning – it was a fast downhill!  The thing I was not really prepared for was the effect it would have on my knee.  It was a killer on the torn meniscus and by mile 19 there was a shooting pain with every step on my right leg.

At least by this point we were at the flat, out and back section so I thought I could make up some time.  I had planned for this race to do a better job of maintaining my intake of water and calories with GU.  I had packed 9 GUs in my SPI Belt and had been pretty consistent with water and GU every 30-40 minutes.  However with the pain in my knee it still slowed my pace to around a 11 minute pace.  By the 20 mile mark I had to stop and walk a bit to try to get a little relief on my knee.

From this point forward it was pretty painful both physically and mentally.  With the on and off walking that I was forced to do, I had to admit to myself that a 4:00 time was no longer in the cards – and that SUCKED!  My last 20 miler leading up to Little Rock was right on target for a 4:00 finish so I had it in my head that it was a reality.  I just didn’t plan for the effect the hills would have.

Miles 21 through 24 were pretty much a blur.  My knee felt like a knife was stuck in the joint with every step, and mentally I was beat up.  However I did enjoy getting several runners recognizing the IRC shirt and got several “What’s up Idiot!” and many comments about the shirt and the club – so even through the pain it was nice to be recognized as an Idiot.  Vickie caught up with me around  this point and helped encourage me and got me back in a better place – THANKS VICKIE!  So we ran together for mile 25 and I finally told her to go on around the 25.5 mile mark because I knew I was holding her back.  She went on and I kept my head down and pushing.  I did finally see the family about 1/10 of a mile from the finish line and it was AWESOME to see their faces.  I didn’t get to stop like I did in Chicago because I still was hoping to break a 4:30.

I ended up crossing the finish line at 4:31:18 which was a 47 minute PR over Chicago.  So while it was a little disappointing to not hit the time goal I had in the back of my mind – a PR is nothing to be disappointed with.  The medals from Little Rock are HUGE so walking with that around my neck was almost work at this point but a proud badge of determination.

All in all the Little Rock Marathon was a great experience and a very neat race.  The course was very challenging for me but yet very scenic and enjoyable.  Next year if it fits on my schedule I will just have to do MUCH MORE hill work.  I definitely recommend the race if you have not done it – great job on the organization and a fun race!

So whats next….?  Well I wanted to wait and see how I felt after a few post runs to make any decisions … but I think I have another race picked out… stay tuned!

The Final Countdown

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Ok – I couldn’t help it…. with the title being “The Final Countdown” – I couldn’t work on this post without the song playing in my head – aaah the wonders of YouTube!

So I am not just about 36 hours out from my second marathon and I am officially in panic mode.  I mean there is the whole “running 26.2 miles” thing – but more so from the aspect that it has been a crazy week here and trying to get packed up and ready to go out of town has been a huge task.  Our hope is to be on the road by 10am tomorrow so that we can be in Little Rock by 2pm and over to the expo by no later than 3- 3:30.  Thats if all goes well.

So what are the differences between this marathon and my first?  Well for starters I have been able to keep my full training schedule.  Last marathon the torn meniscus interrupted my training with 5 weeks left and even though I did get to run some before Chicago, I definitely did not feel fully ready when I toed the line.  I actually feel like I am about as ready as I am going to be for this marathon.  I wont really know until Sunday but I feel like I have given it a pretty good shot at keeping the schedule and level of training up through this point.

Secondly the big difference will be the weather.  I have been stalking the weather for Little Rock for about the last two weeks now(even before the 10 day forecast was out).  As of right now it appears that Sunday will start in the upper 30s and there should be a high in the upper 60s.  That has gone back and forth a couple of times.  While my perfect temperature would be highs in the mid 50s, the upper 60s are a huge improvement over the low 80s that I finished in during Chicago.  I plan on running in shorts and a short sleeve shirt(even making a debut of the IRC shirt!)

The course itself is a big change as well.  Chicago was just about as flat as you can get and Little Rock is, from what I can tell from the elevation map – moderately hilly.  I am most worried about the big hill that is shown to be around the 14 mile mark that has about a 200 foot climb and then immediately loses all of that gain in a very short distance.  The route I run from my house is moderately hilly so I am hoping that I will be sufficiently ready for the hills.

Finally the group of runners I had planned on running with has drastically changed for Little Rock.  In Chicago, I wasn’t sure what kind of pace I would be able to keep and was relatively new to the running group so I kinda shied away from running with anyone I knew.  For Little Rock, there are quite a few local runners that are making the trip down.  So I had originally thought I would have at least 2 or 3 others that I could lean on to help me maintain a pace.  Injuries seem to have been a major issue over the past month or so.  In fact there are 3 of the 6 of us that trained together that will either run a different pace than planned in the beginning or not run at all.

So this should pan out to be a pretty different race.  At least I really hope so – the wheels came off for me in Chicago and I would really like to make a marked improvement over my first marathon.  In any case – it is going to be fun and it should be a great day for the race.  Now – I have just got to get everything packed and ready to go… more to come later!

Fortunate

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I just wrapped up my last 20 miler before Little Rock and this week begins “the taper”.  Last Saturday was a challenge to get the 20 miles in.  First of all we have had a really mild winter so far, but for whatever reason last Saturday was the coldest day of the year so far(at least prior to Sunday).  I knew it was going to be rough getting out early to get my run in before the kids basketball games.  I had originally thought my son’s basketball game started at 11am, so my plan was that I needed to start my run by 6:30am to get my distance in and have time to get a shower and to the game on time.  However I realized Friday night that I had read the schedule wrong and it actually started at 10am.  So my start time got pushed up to 5:30am.

Since I had to start so early, I ended up running solo for the first 8 miles.  It was pretty tough to get out of the car at 5:30 with the temperature at 12 degrees and a stiff North breeze to make it worse.  At that time of the morning I got some pretty strange looks from the delivery trucks coming in staring at me in my full face mask and headlamp on.  I imagine they couldn’t figure out if I was going to rob a convenience store or if I was just an idiot.(I showed them!)

Starting out solo was pretty nice actually despite the cold temps.  It gave me a change to really focus on my pace and listening to the feedback my body was giving me.  My goal for Saturday was to try to maintain a 9:10 pace for the full 20 miles, with the hopes that it would give me a good idea of whether I could come close to a 4:00 – 4:15 finish in Little Rock.  I ended up getting a 9:12 pace so I will take that and be happy.

At 7am, the rest of the group joined up with me and they were jealous that I had 40% of my run out of the way.  Tim, one of my regular running buddies was there after sitting out for a week due to an injury so it was nice to have him back with the group.  However after about 6 miles he had to stop because his hamstring was really not much better and he was hurting pretty badly.  Another one of the guys who is hoping to qualify for Boston this race was also missing as well due to a back injury.

By the time I finished up my last mile to round out my 20, my knee was really starting to hurt.  In fact for the rest of Saturday, I could hardly bend it and even with Ibuprofen the whole meniscus issue was at the top of my thoughts.  I talked to one of the other runners that normally runs on the weekends with us who was supposed to run the Jacksonville Marathon on Sunday.  He ended up having to drop back and run the Half Marathon due to a worsening case of Plantar Fasciitis.

By the end of the weekend, my thoughts were pretty much consumed with all of the injuries that seemed to have happened in the past few weeks.  Now all of these runners are not newbies by any means.  In fact all of them are pretty seasoned runners with multiple marathons under their belt and even a few ultra-marathons.  So this was not an issue of over-training or not knowing how to train.  These were just straight bad luck injuries.

This caused me to reflect a bit and realize that I am indeed fortunate to be able to run.  To a non-runner, the idea that you have to stop running for a few weeks to heal or recuperate seems miniscule – but to someone who is passionate about running – it plays massive head games with you.  I can remember right after I tore my meniscus the feeling that all I wanted to do was be able to run again.  Then I remember after having some time off and getting the steroid shot that I just wanted to be able to run pain free again.  Gradually over the past 5 months I have been able to get to the point of running relatively pain free.  I mean there are always the recurrent pains and issues but nothing so far as to be a show-stopper for me.

This has led to me to forget how fortunate I am to be running relatively pain free.  My focus has been completely on how fast, how far, and what will be my next challenge after Little Rock.  That’s not to say those are bad thoughts and plans.  Just that I need to remind myself each and every time I run that I am fortunate.  Fortunate to have found this sport, and fortunate to be able to participate in it.  Fortunate to have a supportive family that puts up with the craziness of all of it.  Fortunate to have a job that allows me to travel to these races.  Fortunate to have the drive to continue even when I am tired and don’t feel like getting out of bed, or finishing that last mile of the 20 miler.  Truth is – there is a lot in my life that I can overlook in the hectic schedule and forget that I am fortunate.

As I go into the taper phase of training there will be all kinds of mind tricks that will happen after having to cut back the training and rely on the hope that I am ready.  Again – to a non-runner,  this is not something you can really explain.  However I am going to make it a point to try to remember how fortunate I am to be at this point and still running.  Here’s to hoping that Tim, Dathan, and David have a speedy recovery and can again feel like they can run pain free.

Pacing Back and Forth

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With Little Rock just 3 weeks away now, the nerves are starting to set in.  Specifically – I have been stressing about pacing.  With the Chicago Marathon being my first, I told myself and everyone else, that as long as I finished I would be happy.  Well as you might expect – that wasn’t really the case.  I had it in my head that I wanted to finish in 4:30 or better.  After Chicago, while I was proud to have completed it, I definitely was disappointed in my time.  So much so that on the drive home I was even contemplating trying to run another marathon within the next month afterwards to prove to myself that I could beat that time.

Needless to say, my body convinced me otherwise and so Little Rock is now the new target.  Since starting back with a serious training program, I have felt good for the most part and been very consistent sticking to the plan and weekly mileage.  One of the benefits is that I have noticed that I am able to run a bit faster throughout this training.  In fact this week I posted my all time fastest pace of 8:22 over an 8 miler.  Compare that to an average 8 mile run over the past year and I was about 1:15 faster per mile on that run.

Now I have no grand ideas that I could hold that pace for much longer than I did on the 8 miler, but nonetheless – it has me thinking.  When I started training for Little Rock, my goal was just to finish faster than I did in Chicago.  Since that was a miserable 5:18, I felt comfortable in my training to be able to do that.  That progressed to – “Hey I am just going to shoot for 4:30 again and hopefully it all works out”.  Then to “Well, I might be able to push myself to 4:15 if everything goes well”.  Now there have been some dreams of……maybe 4:00??  To do that, I would have to maintain an average pace of 9:10 per mile.  I have maintained that pace over a couple of half-marathons and close to that on some longer distances.  The question is – can I do that over the full 26.2?

The good thing is that I have some good running friends that push me and are all going to Little Rock as well.  So my hope is that I can use them to help pace me through.  But again – having never held that pace for that long – I am just not sure.  I have my last 20 miler this Saturday, so I think I am going to see how close I can get to that pace for the full distance and see where I end up.  That is about as close as I am going to get to being able to get any sense of comfort with that goal.

In the end however – I also keep telling myself that I am not going to be qualifying for Boston in this race, so is it really all that important to worry about pace to begin with?  I mean as long as I run it and enjoy the experience – shouldn’t that be enough?  Truth is, I think all runners, whether we admit it or not – have a goal to always try to beat the previous time, or distance, or elevation gain.  That’s what drives us!

So for now, I will just keep stressing over what pace, whether I can maintain a pace from start to finish or plan on starting slow and picking it up, or whether I should just forget about pace and run.  The numbers are addictive to think about, and plan with.  I guess hopefully after my 20 this weekend I will have a better idea and feel a little more confident.

Hope everyone has a great long run this weekend!