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Better than all the rest

Your fastest time at a distance: do you refer to it as your personal best (PB), personal record (PR), or the cumbersome personal best record (PBR)?  Continue reading

I think you’ll get with this, for this is where it’s at

Now that The Ex is in town I know it means that summer is nearly over. Hallelujah.  It also means I should make some sort of race decision.  21.1K or 42.2K?  Which one?  With about 8 weeks left, my training to date could easily branch into either distance. 

Fork in the Road, Photo Credit: JK York (http://www.redbubble.com/people/jkyork)

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Someday I’ll be 18 goin on 55

Another 5 Peaks trail race under my shoes. This time in Terra Cotta.

Naturally I fancied myself a Terracotta Warrior and channeled that energy into my race.

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My fists rang like a bell

You know what would make running more exciting?  Fighting. 

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Pete’s sakes, get me to the church on time

On Saturday I am driving two hours to run a race that requires an 18-page waiver and a viking helmetContinue reading

Don’t let your feet get cold in the winter

In an effort to coax my reluctant body into running faster than a snail’s pace I signed up for a couple of pre-Boston race-runs.  This weekend was the Chilly 1/2 marathon.   Although it was not so much chilly as it was snowy and slushy (and windy).  The 35-40km/hr winds were not as bothersome as expected, just a little tough on the few short northbound portions.  It could have been much worse.  ATB, coming up in three weeks, is always much worse.

Now that I’m in Monster Month 21.1k isn’t enough mileage, so I also ran an easy 10k before the race, ran the 1/2, then finished with a 3k cool-down.  A little choppy, but I got in the distance.  The aim was to run the 21.1k at marathon race pace or a bit faster and Mission Accomplished.  The road this year was a slushy foot-soaking mess (near record rainfall followed by an overnight blast of snow), so I think my miles are worth an extra 10% in effort. 

This popular event is worthy of a few words.  It’s the only local (local = within 90 minutes) 1/2 marathon in the early spring, but given the location (the ‘burbs) I’ve never run this race.  I would definitely go back to run it again.   It wasn’t the stereotypical suburbs of identical houses and expensive sounding street names, but a quaint waterfront village.   The organizers are lovely (the same group puts on the Santa Shuffle – you may recall my one and only foray into costumed running) and have a reputation for well-run races.  The start line corrals were a bit broad (e.g. 1.30 to 2.00 hours) but for the most part people did an okay job of self-sorting and there were lots of pace bunnies around for folks looking for company (including this guy).  I wasn’t blockaded before kilometre three, as is the case when there is rampant over-optimisim in the starting corrals.  The aid stations were reliably spaced every 3K and the volunteers eager and at the ready.  They even had a gel station and an orange/banana station, which is rare for this distance.  The course is scenic, running almost entirely along the shores of Lake Ontario, and traffic free.  It’s also relatively flat, which I know is appealing to some.  There were some slight elevation changes to relieve the repetitive stress of flat running.  So all in all, a decent event/course and well worth the drive out of the city.  My one recommendation is same day kit pick-up for out-of-towners … it is a long drive to get the kit and then return the next day to run.  If it helps my cause, same day pick-up would be better for the environment and not just my lazy ways.

My own run was uneventful.  It usually is.  I ran like a metronome, without varying from my pace even when briefly chatting with friends on the course.  I’ve never been one for k by k breakdowns, mostly because I forget things almost as they are happening.   A few notable exceptions: I kept my record intact and finished ahead of the costumed runner (a red hot chilly pepper, of course), I narrowly missed a direct hit by a giant spit ball (the man apologized multiple times as his phlegm grazed my eyelashes), I felt sorry for one poor lady who never learned the ‘do not wear yoga pants in soggy weather because they will grow to three times their length’ lesson and by 2K she was already struggling to keep her pants up, a hyper-competitive woman with no control over her flailing arms and legs raced passed me then slowed three times -tripped me once- before falling behind never to be seen again around the 10K mark, and I sped ate a powdered doughnut at the finish line before my cooldown and ran the next 3K with bright white lips. 

Title: the Eagles – Desperado.  1973.

I think I might lie here a little longer

How to not to prepare for a marathon:

  • Run hill repeats the Saturday AND Tuesday leading into race weekend because you’ve been kind of lazy following the No Training Marathon Training Program but you heard it was a hilly course. 
  • Don’t taper.  Tapering causes Marathonia.
  • Run your first ever one mile race two days before the marathon.  (Editor’s note: second ever – if you count the beer mile.  Which you should not count.).
  • Run a hilly 10K race the day before marathon.
  • Eat new foods, drink strange drinks, and be overly merry the four days leading into the marathon.  It probably goes without saying, but definitely do not get enough sleep.
  • Walk from one end of the host country to the other country during the four days leading into the marathon.  This works best if the country is only 31K by 2K in size; for bigger countries extend the timeframe accordingly.   
  • Program Garmin to crash the evening before the marathon, but don’t notice that Garmin is dead until you are walking to the start line.  Panic accordingly.
  • “Train” in -20C and race in +20C.
  • When in doubt, follow the No Training Marathon Training Program.

Title: The Decemberists – This Sporting Life.  2005.

A three hour tour

The No Training Marathon Training Program was put to the test last weekend during the Bermuda Triangle Challenge race trifecta: one mile Friday, 10K Saturday, marathon Sunday.  It works, if by works your marathon goal is a trophy or a BQ with lots of time to spare*.    

*Individual results may vary.

Warning:  Results not guaranteed.  Not recommended for runners. 

Title: The Wellingtons – The Ballad of Gilligan’s Isle. 1964.

Lets just see what the morning brings

I think husband should go with the Marathon Moustache.  It sure worked for Reid Coolsaet, who now boasts the fastest time ever run by a Canadian on Canadian soil.  He ran six seconds under the Athletics Canada Olympic Standard (2.11.23).  It was a record breaking day.  In the same race Kenya’s Kenneth Mungara and Sharon Cherop ran the fastest men’s and women’s marathons ever on Canadian soil.  I watched.  And ran next to all of them for a brief moment as they passed by me during my long run.  I think it’s fair for my memoirs to say I ran with them. 

Reid’s play-by-play race report is rather cool, so rather than say much more I’m going to send you to his blog:  Reid’s Race Report.   For his next trick, besting the all-time Canadian Marathon record set by Jerome Drayton in 1975 (2.10.08)?  It’s just a matter of time.  Ha.  I love puns.

Speaking of broken records, last year on this day a record of people visited this blog – a record that still stands.  What were they reading about?  The worst race of my life, run on this same record setting course.  Company loves misery?

Title Reference:   Tragically Hip – Wheat Kings.  1992.

Time won’t wait for us

I wake up to an alarm clock that plays “oldies” music.  Most of this music pre-dates me, but with alarming frequency the music of my youth is making the retro cut.  On race morning – even when it’s not my own race – I am particularly attentive to the song that wakes me up, as though it were some sort of omen.  I am very into race omens.  Today’s song:

Hold on to your dreams.

I knew it would be a good day for the runners.  And it was.

Title Reference:  Triumph – Hold On.  1979.

Time has come today

I’m not sure men really appreciate how fortunate they are.  When you (men) pick a  race your biggest concern might be the weather.  We (women) need to work around biology.  Men, don’t groan and stop reading, read on and consider yourself lucky that not only can you pee without waiting in a port-a-loo line, but you don’t need to plan your race calendar to find that one week a month you can actually run fast. 

No matter how much you train, how rested you are, or how well you ate if you are of the lady variety your plans of running a PB may be foiled by timing.  And the troublesome time is probably not the week you think.  At least not according to Coach Jenny:

The “Up” or the “High’ Phase of the month is typically Days 4-15 [day 1 is the first day of menstruation]. This is the Follicular Phase, and a time when estrogen levels are low and when our bodies more easily break down glycogen for quick energy, making high intensity workouts more efficient. You may find during the first two weeks of your cycle you are able to run faster with lower heart rates, and leap tall buildings in a single bound. This is a great time to push harder runs and races. Then we ovulate [Day 15] and move into the Luteal Phase [Days 16-28] where estrogen levels are stable, but high. This is the “When Is This Run Going To Be Over” Phase. Although hard and fast runs will seem nearly impossible during this phase, your long runs may seem just fine due to the high levels of estrogen and it’s preference of fat-burning for fuel.

Ahh, ovulation.  Seems Mother Nature would prefer us to be doing something around that time other than running marathons.  I’ll leave it to you to figure out what that is and what your goal time should be.  During That Time we might be bloated and cramping, but that won’t slow us down.  So, ladies you may have about an optimal nine-day race window each month.  On those other days … Mind over Mother?

p.s. I did not race this weekend and therefore this was not a preemptive excuse for my poor performance.

Title Reference:  Chamber Brothers – Time Has Come Today.  1966.

Set my eyes on a blistering sight of a vicar in tutu

I said I would do it and I did it.  Wearing a tutu, wings, and carrying a wand.  The entire 30K.  I didn’t toss my costume at an unsuspecting volunteer 3K in as I had imagined.  And I did it with almost perfect pacing.  The race was great.  Even in the stifling 100% humidity that was our Midsummer Evening.  I’m so glad I was pacing and not racing.  I gulped about 18 cups of water and various colours of Gatorade at every station and still felt dehydrated.  I am endlessly impressed by the resolve of everyone who all-out raced in that weather.  As evidence that my body will never ever adapt to hot and/or humid weather running, I ran at a take it easy pace and still threw up twice later that evening.  And then I pitifully crawled out of the bathroom leaving Husband to flush the regurgitated remains of my post-race apple, beer, and banana.  That after nearly fainting on the bus ride back to the parking lot.  And complaining the entire car ride home.  I am a gem of a wife.  All this due to heat illness.  Or water poisoning.  The google symptoms are surprisingly similar.  I may also have a brain tumour. 

Back to fairy-ing.  I told my band of merry runners we would come in within a minute under the goal time.  Well, half the pack took off at 29K for a sprint finish, as my expert pacing left them with lots of fuel in the tank at the end.   A good fairy, I resisted the finish line surge and held steady, coming in 30 seconds under the goal time.  Dave was within 10 seconds of his Pace Fairy time, but he is a very experienced bunny fairy.  This was my first time in the ears wings.  I passed the pace bunny test.  Earned my golden carrot (or, in this case, my fairy wand).  Not that I have any evidence of this achievement.  Except the sworn testimony of my followers.  My chip timer did not work and my Garmin attempted suicide during the post race flood, taking my entire run history down with it.  The truth is out there.

p.s. For those who run for the t-shirt, the swag was excellent – a zippy jacket, moon medal, and a Planet Forward stainess steel water bottle waiting at the end. 

Title: The Smiths – Vicar in a Tutu.  1986.

Under pressure

Photo Source: MNR Race Gallery

I’m doing it.  I’ve wanted to do it for some time.  Husband did it.  His appendix exploded 24 hours later.   Now I’m going to do it.  In costume.  And I have Dave to thank for it. 

I have volunteered to be a pace bunny fairy for the Midsummer Night’s Run.  I won’t say which pace because then my secret identity will be revealed and I’ll never make it anywhere on time, with all that autograph signing slowing me down.  And I need to maintain the sense of anonymity, false as it may be, or I’ll delete my blog they way I periodically delete most of my Facebook account.  

I was going to drop out of the race (undertrained and overheated), but pacing means I won’t feel pressured to “race” and instead I can enjoy the waterfront tour.  And now I can keep up my streak of running this race every year since it began (check out last year’s report).  Win-Win-win. 

Title Reference: Queen – Under Pressure.

Your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fireproof

Ahh, the August civic holiday long weekend.  Seems like so long ago.  Sun, sand, great lakes and the always smoking hot 58th running of the Shore to Shore Road Race.  I don’t need to remind my faithful readers that I do not like warm weather running.  And by “do not like” I mean “passionately hate and want to hibernate with my running shoes until September”.  But this is a nice race.  Only $25, the earnings go to family literacy programs, and for a small race the aid stations are numerous and bus shuttle service  impressive (I don’t use it, but I’m impressed they have one) and a generous post-race fruit feast … so even though a few years ago I vowed ‘never again will I pay money to run in August’, how could I resist? 

The race runs from the shores of Lake Huron across the peninsula to the shores of Georgian Bay, a scenic 13Kish route across escarpment territory.  As the more clever among you have deduced, that’s why it’s called the Shore to Shore.  Escarpment, noun, a steep slope or long cliff that results from erosion or faulting and separates two relatively level areas of differing elevations.  So the route is a little up and down with a final downhill quadbuster in the last half kilometre.  With little shade we were lucky to run under overcast skies, although the oppressive humidity ensured there was enough torture to toughen us up.  Although the race attracts a solid field, it is collegial and supportive in that 200 personsized race kind of way.  To wit, as I passed a very nice woman from the Saugeen Track & Field Club gave me a hearty well done and offered me some of the Gatorade her on the course support crew provided.  So nice.

Husband and I ran this as leg one of a 27K long run, so we didn’t race (and I couldn’t anyway, at 95% humidity) as we needed to save our energy for 14K on the Bruce Trail that we never really found.   Instead we finished our run on lonesome country roads beside mountainous piles of bear poop and an invasion of flying insects and I had a complete run-down, but that’s a story for another day.  Or a story to repress.

Title Reference: The Drifters – Under the Boardwalk.  1964.

I’m lost in a forest

Once again I hit the dirt – not literally, this time – for another trail race.  This one was just under 12K and I finished with no blood or tears, but there was a little sweat.  On the technical scale this was much easier than my last trail race, perhaps because I didn’t try for a full flip at 9K.  

The race director sends us the most amusing updates, like this pre-race description of terrain:

In the second km you will enter the forest.  This km is a hilly, rooty, Godforsaken little patch of nature … you’re going to love it.  If you take it too aggressively or lose your focus, you WILL go to the ground.  Tripping hazards everywhere.  Brush up on your four letters words.  You may need them.

In trail running I found a key weakness in my fitness.  The inability (or reluctance) to run down hills at a pace faster than glacial.  I am endlessly concerned about tripping, a not unfounded fear as I was nearly taken out by an out-of-control downhill runner who hit a root on his downward spiral sprint.  I heard his panicked four-letter words and thumping from behind and I narrowly escaped getting caught in his rolling snowball as I leapt to the side.  He apologized and gasped out an I’m okay, so all was forgiven.  This is why I crawl down hills.

The location was lovely, although the new park facilities did not stand up to the test of a few hundred runners with nervous bladders and much flushing.  The course was a double loop, which I rather liked.  On a bad day I would find it tough to run past that finish banner for another go around, but on a normal day I like the finish line cheering and it helps me to know what to expect in the second half.  I tend to run solid negative splits on these types of course, and this was no exception with an almost three-minute win on lap two.  With the sport runners finishing after one lap, the second lap was rather quiet and I often found myself alone in the woods.  Except for the poor guy I passed in the final two kilometre who said he was “bonking bigtime”.  Hee, bigtime.  I hadn’t heard that one in a while.  I crossed the line in style, bought a celebratory hat, and went to brunch with my friends.  There are worse ways to spend a Saturday.  Although I am secretly disappointed I don’t have a story about a run-in with a giant hogweed.  Not a fatal run-in, but an amusing near-miss anecdote.  Alas, no near death experiences for me for you.  

And yes, I’ve already signed up for the final race of the series in October. 

p.s. A special shout-out to KLJ from toronotworkout.com (check our her race report) on finishing her first trail race and to two of my buddies who won group awards. 

Update: Turns out I won an age group award as well.  I knew I liked trial running!  Or maybe I just like medals.

Title Reference: The Cure: A Forest.  1980.  Title credit to Dave.