Capital City Half Marathon

Yesterday was my first big race of 2011. I returned to Columbus Ohio for my second half marathon experience in that city. May last one took place in 2008. Since I ran a half in Ashland OH last December at close to the 2:30, I knew I had some serious work to do to return to a more "normal" performance to compare with the past. Of course Ashland's race was not a standard bearing run as I was coming off a prolonged injury that sidelined me mostly from the end of '08 to mid '10.

When this year rolled around I was determined to train with great intensity. My first goal was to set a goal to hit my 2000 mile mark by my March 20th birthday. To do that I had to run 270 miles in 77 days. At the moment I realized how far I'd have to run, I knew it would take great focus considering I had not run a consistent schedule since before my injury, not to mention winter weather in Mansfield would result in many hours running on a treadmill in my basement.

This goal was reached prior to my birthday and became the catalyst for higher goals and greater intensity. I first committed to train for the Chicago Marathon in October and this stepping stone yesterday called the Capital City Half Marathon. 12,000 runners filled the streets to compete in this as well as a new quarter marathon and 5k race.In all nearly half of the runners finished the half.

The weather was perfect at 50 and mostly cloudy with a few peeks of sun interspersed through the course. After some delay in getting parked and waiting my turn in line at the portapot I made my way to the starting corral. There was no pre-race jog or 20 min stretch routine but I assured myself that I would be fine if I just started slow and stayed focused. I set a goal to run a sub-2 hour race. I knew it was ambitious considering I had not had such a result in 3 years but I calculated my pace and packed my mile by mile chart under my watch.

What surprised me most was the fact that I felt no butterflies at all. I normal have some nervous energy but today it was absent. I did not know what to make of it but I welcomed it nevertheless. I was in the B corral, just behind the elite pack. I found it amusing to be that close and yet in my mind and heart I knew there was a great gulf between me and that Kenya guy that would blister over the course. I crowded in to the back of the B corral and patiently waited for our release. Finally the waiting and months of training were left behind at the start line on now it was off toward what was out there to greet me. I have heard it preached start slow and so I told myself it's 13.1 and not 0.1 so go easy and I did. When we arrived at mile 1 I glanced at my watch and was surprised to see that my first mark was at 7:38. At first I thought that was a kilometer mark but it was indeed a mile. I was concerned because it was about a minute and half faster than my pace. I backed off my next mile aided by some cramping in my lower shin and ankle, much like my previous start in Columbus a few years ago. This cramp helped me get reeled back into my necessary pace over the next 2 miles. Thankfully by mile 4 the cramp and pain was gone. This is where some racing experience helps a runner not to panic when a familiar pain has a history of fading after a long distance training run. One device I remember from my very first half marathon is that whenever I see a mile marker in the horizon, I automatically go into a surge mode until I cross that point. Looking back on this race I know it was a deciding factor in reaching or missing my goal. By the time we finished our northward trek up along the Olentangy River and past the "Horseshoe" Ohio State Stadium, I knew we were about to head toward the more enjoyable descent back into the city where encouraging crowds lined both sides of the street and a ton of energy and support could be siphoned from the cheering onlookers. My favorite stretch was ahead at miles 6-8. I knew Kelly and her sister would be somewhere in the crowd and I drifted to the right of the road to catch a glimpse and maybe even stop for a kiss to finish strong. But it was a bit of a distraction from the race, not knowing exactly where they might be. At about 7 I spotted them and a smile came across my face like I had just found a long lost friend. Sometimes you can feel all out there in a racing crowd, in your own world with your own music piped into your ears oblivious to the street corner bands. But in that moment I was happy to find them and stopped even though I knew it could hinder my time and momentum- but that's what you do when your wife has been your strongest believer and has helped you on your way to this great. I contend that she is a valuable member to making this day possible. And that kiss was my way of saying Thank You and I am good. As they quickly slipped past my shoulder I moved towrd the middle of the road for most of the remaining 6 miles left. Around mile 8, though I never saw the marker, the crowd thins again quite dramatically on the turn eastward through narrow streets. When I got to the 9th mile, I thought to myself just a pair of two mile runs and I'm home. I thought of familiar two mile routes back near my home that I have doubled up so many times and convinced myself, I have trained for this and I will be fine, although I was really pushing the boundaries of my sub 2 hour goal as I eased into what's called "German Village." This area had a mild descent and I sought to make the most of it as I realized that in order to reach my goal, this is where I had to press harder. It's a fine line of knowing when to press but to be sure that I don't empty the tank for the final turn back north into the heart of Columbus and the finish line. And I remembered that the final 2 miles would be demanding as I turned the corner and head back up & up & up High Street. This is the place where your mind fights your body. This is the stretch where runners become walkers. This is the place where goals are made or broken (A Boulevard of Broken Dreams). I was divided in my focus here between my watch and the unending hill. I was on the borderline between just reaching and missing my goal. A part of me wanted to congratulate myself for getting so close and another part was asking, "Why settle for almost?" It would help to know just how far beyond the turn at Mt Everest was the finish line? I had no idea but thought that was going to be the difference between reaching and almost. Finally I saw the racers turning and knew just past the building I'd learn if I had enough in the tank to break my time. When I turned the corner I could see that the finish was about 3 tenths of a mile and best of all, it was all down hill on brick covered streets. I started to smile with some anxiety as my watching was racing off the seconds. In order to reach I would have to apply my other life message that my kids have heard, "Finish Strong." Though the body was weary my mind took over my legs and I broke all out in a sprint to the end when I hit the finish. I glanced at my watch that read 1:59.53. I hit the mark and erupted into a shout of triumph and a feeling of accomplishment that overwhelmed me. I know it's just a little race but for me it was more. It was a reminder that I am back completely and that the training and the focus and the joy of simply running all came together on a spring morning through the streets that would test the passion level of all runners. Mission accomplished.

2011 Off & Running

I'm only seventeen days into the new year and have a good feel for running through the next twelve months. I am already up to 40 miles on the year which may not be that amazing but it's a good start. When I was in peak form, I had some 40 mile weeks but for now, this is definitely a great sign. If you attempt to be a runner in Mansfield Ohio, you quickly learn that winter will do everything to drain you of the will to be a dedicated runner. I have accepted that in this season I will have to deal with the treadmill as part of my training regiment if I am to stay strong into spring.

I have my eyes set on a short term goal of hitting the 2000 mile mark in my log book. If things continue as I hope, I should reach this milestone as spring arrives. It should take me three months to get there if all goes as planned. In the meantime, I know that I have to focus on a few key things:
1. Losing weight. I want to drop 18 pounds.
2. Longer distances. I am hoping to be hitting some 12 mile runs by the end of February.
3. Speed. I know that as I lose weight I am getting faster but I have to have days of just plain old speed work.

I love this about running. You can set so many goals to keep you challenged and motivated. But of course the BIG ONE is Chicago Marathon in October!

2010 Running Season Complete

The closest thing I can liken this running season to is the athlete that misses nearly most of the season to injury and makes a cameo appearance in the last few and meaningless games, to see if he can make a go at a full-fledged return for next year. The Ashland half marathon was only one of two races I entered in 2010. The other race was the Lexington Blueberry 5k in late summer. Of the two races, the Blueberry was not only easier because it was shorter in length but it was mostly flat.

The true test for my 2 year long foot injury would definitely be a 13.1 mile trek through the streets of Ashland Ohio, with 3 significant hills anxiously waiting to put my foot through the harshest trials since I was sent to the sidelines. I completed the course at a very pedestrian time of 2:23. I was not the last runner in but I was in the running for the turtle award on this Saturday. I was trying to set a realistic goal of 2:10-2:15, which is about 25 minutes slower than my normal half marathon time. Even though I finished a minute per mile slower than I hoped, it felt good to cross the line and get my finisher's medal. It was a victory for me because my foot felt fine!

I had some trepidations about risking injury of pushing it in 23 degree weather up hills that I was told to avoid for a long period of my recovery. I did plenty of running in 2010 compared to 2009. Still I was far from being in peak form when I decided to enter the half just 7 days before the event. That's not the time such races should be circled on the running calendar. But I picked it not for competitive reasons, but instead for the sake of testing my will, desire and healed foot.

Finishing at the back of the pack was no surprise to me for many reasons. I decided to run a very conservative pace to begin with as I preached to myself to relax & run slow. I was entered into a race in a runners' town in December. Here were hardcore runners that I stood among at the starting line. The winning time was a staggering 1:10! I was obviously not well conditioned for the hills that were before me (especially at about 20 lbs above my ideal weight). I kept that all in my head when I headed onto the course and it kept my competitive juices at bay.

I'm writing this early on Monday, just two days removed from the event. I have racing bib #4980 and a finishers medal hanging in my office, along with some pictures and the course map with my splits written at each mile. But besides these things I have greater things to cherish. I have Kelly, who stood at the finish line in the cold empty stadium, patiently waiting to greet me with a hug, as she always has done at each race. I also have the satisfaction that I ran my greatest distance since 2008 and crossed the finish line of a half marathon once again.

I have plans to race the Chicago Marathon in 2011. I have a lot of work to do to get ready and this was a big step toward confidence that my first full marathon is not my last one.

Planning On The Run for 2011

With only 32 days left in the year I'm thinking about a full-fledged commitment to running in the coming year. The feet that have betrayed me since the fall of 2008 appear to have healed finally. In the 2nd half of 2010 I was able to elevate my running distances with minimal trouble. I am finally thinking about and setting a course toward my 2nd marathon.I have circled the month of October and will starting training for Chicago's marathon. Today I pulled up some marathon training guides and have determined that the schedule needs to start in earnest at the end of January.

The reasons that I am running another marathon are many but it's primary centered on the following:
1. I love the challenge of the discipline to work towards such a demanding goal
2. To prove to myself that I can come back from adversity
3. To stay fit physically, mentally, socially and spiritually
4. To maintain a healthy emotional outlet while my son deploys to Afghanistan for the whole year.

I want to experience taste the joy of pushing through, feeling the wind in my face, reaching milestones and goals, jostling through the crowd, feeling the energy of the big event, the satisfaction of doing what I once thought impossible.

I'm looking forward to the year ahead, though I will be distracted with thoughts of a son thousands of miles from home, in harms way. I will run with him in mind and dream of the day we can enter a marathon when he comes back again.

New Goals Set

Now that I am back to running again in my regular running mode I have some goals. Some are the expected ones but others have been awakened after prolonged time on the sidelines.

Goals that are typical:
1. Run the Akron Half Marathon on Saturday September 25th
2. Look for another marathon to run in 2011 - a flat course this time!
3. Reach the 2000 mile mark by the end of December which translates to about 100 miles a month.

Goals that are not as typical:
1. Totally enjoy a long slow run without any concern of time.
2. Run on a path while the leaves are falling off the trees.
3. Motivate 3 other people to take up running
4. Lead a group of runners & walkers who meet weekly and have fun
5. Talk with God a lot on a late night solo run
6. Pick out 3 cool landmark places to run by next summer (I did a run at Niagara, the Pacific coast, Virgina Beach boardwalk so far)

Old Track New Feelings

I went back to the place I called home for 13 years, Shoals Indiana. A couple of weeks ago I took my off day to see a member who had moved to Indianapolis and was in a hospital. I made spontaneous plans to have supper with my son who still lives in Shoals and so I had a couple of hours to kill when I completed the 5 and a half hour trip from Mansfield. I hadn't packed any running gear but had a deep desire to return to my old running route again.

After a couple of stops along the way I crossed the line into Martin County. It was a warm, humid afternoon when I was greeted by the "Welcome to Shoals" sign. After passing the Gypsum mines I hung a sharp left from US 50 at Shoals Community Schools. Into that familiar parking lot along side the school track, I parked anticipating my first run in over 2 years. There were two people on the track already and I didn't know them. As I got out of the car I went into the stretch routine I had done at least a hundred times and then descended down the hill to the entry gate where I once again place my feet on familiar ground. This was the place my running passion was ignited. It was the track I lapped endless early mornings and late nights.

It took no time to feel home with my running again. As I began my run the afternoon heat awakened my senses to sun beaten rubber beneath my feet.The rubber coated track was kind to my weary,slow mending feet. The air on the south end of the track was wonderfully familiar with the fragrance of honeysuckle. The whine of the crickets could be heard from the west end.

I gazed below at the lines and markings that guided me repeatedly around this place for years. I thought of the goals I set out to reach as I'd head to the track again and again. I thought of those cold winter days when I was so absorbed that I ignored snow covered lanes and defiant northerly gusts that could not squelch my passion. I remembered nights when I'd run when I was frustrated, restless or sad; when I could not distinguish between teardrops and sweat drops. I remember times when I ran just wishing I could go until I could not take another step. There were songs I'd run to that were so worn and ingrained as I took each stride (Coldplay, Journey, Goo Goo Dolls, Train, U2,etc)I mostly ran alone and mostly liked it that way. It all came back to me when I returned to that old track.

Much has taken place since those days when I started on that old track. It was part of my training to do what I once that far-fetched, to run and complete a marathon. I backed way off after that because of a foot injury and have just really made my way back over the past few months. I am not as fast and not as goal oriented these days. Part of me misses that too! But to go back to the SHS track and just run it for fun and to return to the place where I fought through many battles and reached many milestones was rewarding enough. You don't realize how much of yourself you've really poured out until you get the chance to go back to where it all began.

The question these days is: Where can I go to find that old feeling once again?

Another Son Heads For the Army

This morning it's Brad's turn. He is on a van heading for Evansville Indiana and then routes to Indianapolis to catch a flight to Atlanta before landing in Columbus Ga. and more specifically Ft Benning. Like his brother Andy, Brad is getting ready for intensive basic & AI training to become a soldier in the US Army. I sit here wondering, how did we become such a military family? I know that I had a grandfather who was a Navy Sea Bee and Kelly's father was also in the Navy but I never dreamed of having two sons who set their sites on becoming soldiers. I don't recall any GI Joes in their toy boxes. Kelly wasn't big on toy guns when they were little either, although I think they were inclined to use their imagine to fashion weapons out of sticks, broom handles, etc. I am very proud of them and also scared at the same time. What a dangerous time to volunteer with all the troubles in the Middle East. A year ago we were sending off Andy and feel extra proud of the man he is becoming. I know the discipline and structure have made a big difference. Next week he also heads to Benning for Army Ranger school, which is quite an honor to be recommended. I know that Brad has what it takes to become a great soldier. I may sound like a proud Papa when I say this but- the Army is very fortunate to be getting such a young man to serve and protect our country. In the end, while enlisting is not the first counsel we would offer to our sons when considering a life-path, I know it's what they strongly feel they must do. We proudly support them in this decision and yet it is tempered with much prayer for a hedge of protection about them and godly wisdom to make wise choices with each opportunity that comes their way. May God bless all of our troops who serve all around the world.