Friday, June 20, 2014

2014 SOPA Games: A break from athlete to coach

2 weeks ago, I spent the weekend at some holy grounds.  Kristen and I went to my alma mater, Penn State, as an assistant coach for our county's special olympics team.  It's possibly the first non-drinking-centric weekend I've spent there as an alumni.  And it was awesome.

Seeking a volunteering opportunity, Kristen stumbled across the local chapter of special olympics and go involved quickly, not too long after her, I joined.  Practices were a blast and the head coach was glad to have another athletic coach around to pace some of the distance runners.  I'd only coached a few practices before 19 athletes from the track and field team and a handful of coaches loaded up 6 buses to unite at Penn State with athletes from all over the state.
Hail to the Lion!
We arrived early Thursday with a loop around the football stadium, always breathtaking, even when empty.  We unloaded and navigated to our dorm rooms and prepared for the opening ceremony and the olympic village where there were about a dozen activities for the athletes to do or check out.  Our county, Montgomery, was towards the back of the procession so we took our time and joined the other sports teams from our county and we made our way into the baseball stadium for the opening ceremony, lighting the torch and invocation of the Special Olympics motto.  All quite touching to see the excitement at a beautiful venue with Mt. Nittany in the background.  A cool video about the torch being run from Pittsburgh to State College ended with state troopers escorting the final torch bearer into the stadium on motorcycles.

One of our great distance runners, David
The T&F team

One of the best baseball stadium views I've ever seen.


T&F team photo
I met SuePa!  Hugely involved in the Special Olympics!
Day one was finally over, back to the dorms and lights out at 10.  No bar trips for the coaches.  We were going to be up at 5:30 anyway for 6:00 breakfast.

Days at the track were pretty long.  There are a few thousand athletes, requiring multiple heats per event, and the heat and sun were intense.  I'll have a great farmer's tan the rest of the summer... cool!  We coaches took turns enjoying the shade in the tent and getting our athletes to their events and prepared to be awesome.  I'm incredibly proud of all of them, they all did a fantastic job, many of them obliterating their former personal bests by a long way.  Photo overload below!

David, game face on

Ron and me

Laura at running long jum

Kathleen

Queen

Alicia

Team Wicked Fast sidewalk art

Alicia, collecting hardware
Sean, one of the fastest overall at the games, leading his heat
Chip, in the red shorts
Head coach Scott with Laura and coach Tina
Wicked fast sweep! David, Lior, and Trevor
Sean
Chip
4x100 relay awards, Trevor, Alicia, Sean, Alex
Sean and Queen
Chip- who has time to read?!
Richard and Rob
Downtime football
Team stretch before 400m dash
Friday night was the Victory Dance, hosted by a local radio station that was a pretty huge deal for the athletes.  Saturday was much like Friday: fun, just different events except for the 100m dash final.

The Special Olympics track team is now on break for a while, long distance running begins in August which I'm excited for and possibly may join with coaching triathlon, newly added to the games this year.  I suggest if you are looking for a place to volunteer some time, you check out your county's local Special Olympics group.  I was surprised how much fun it turned to be.  It's immensely rewarding to help others achieve and improve on any athletic endeavor.

Monday, June 2, 2014

Black Bear Tri, 6/1/14, Olympic Race Report: Further Evidence I'm an Idiot

This morning was the Black Bear Tri, I appreciated the 2 weeks off from TTT but was not really amped up for this race.  I'd considered either just dropping out, but the no refund policy CGI Racing has put an end to that thought.  So I also thought about just making it an aquabike since I figured my IT band would be a huge limiter again but the time off to recover and be right back into some kind of "taper" (and I suppose I did some proper rehabbing) allowed it to heal, at least I'd hoped it was healed.  It felt good so game on.
The glorious swag we all strove for today.
I knew two other athletes racing this, a friend of a friend, Brendan and another triathlete from Conshohocken, Quoc.  Quoc sold me his old Kurt Trainer last fall and he's a pretty great athlete.  Today was his first Olypmic in few years.  I think he'd been doing more Ironman events so he's backing off the distance to focus on Olympics this year.  Brendan notified me prior to the race he was bailing with some swimming nerves.  In training swims, he said he was having mild panic attacks and it wasn't going to work this weekend to race.  I completely understand.  Wave starting can be and is, I assume for almost all racers, very stressful.  I have a ton of confidence in the swimming leg but I still get a little anxiety while treading in a mass of swimmers waiting to thrash our way out into the open water.  I suspect my days of water polo may provide me a bit of an edge over a lot of guys at the start.  Plus I'm still kinda quick so I can get out and into line pretty quickly.

I was prepped by Saturday afternoon and stayed in Harleysville at our friends', thinking it would save some time driving up early in the morning.  It really didn't wind up saving too much driving time but I had to drop by anyway.  At about 9pm, I realized I hadn't packed cycling shoes.  I considered driving home for them, about 25 minutes each way.  I didn't want to give up the sleep time so I let it go, I'd ride in my running shoes and sacrifice the added efficiency of clipless...  I'm scouring the web to find a few estimates on efficiency studies of platform pedaling vs. clipless; it's got to be pretty high.  So far, too much variance in the suspected benefit to consider it reliable.

I left for the race at 5am, arriving around 6:20 or so.  I bumped into Quoc, being a small world, we noticed we parked adjacent to each other in the giant lot and were in the same rack within 10 spots in transition.  and we headed down together to check in.  He asked if I'd paid the extra $18 for raceday pickup, I said no and that I'd noticed a note in my final race email that I did not elect to have raceday pickup which I ignored as some kind of nonsense.  So I was a little worried CGI Racing would have either given away my spot and tell me to pound sand or, less seriously, they'd leech another $18 from me.  Seriously, a surcharge to do packet pickup on race day?  Kinda weird, right?  It reminded me of HPI Racing at TTT booking the whole lodge and marking up the rates 75%.  Highway robbery, I say!

Thankfully, they had my packet, that was cool and didn't ask for the $18 surcharge (which I'mnow sure is just a scam).  I presented my USAT key fob for proof I was current then when asked for my picture ID, I had nothing to give them.  My wallet was not anywhere on me nor in my race bag.  I ran to the car to scour for it, still nothing.  I returned to check in seeking some leniency, still confounded by my missing wallet I knew was somewhere in the car- definitely bought a coffee in a drive thru so it had to be there.  I got no love; I'm sure ID requirement is a safety policy so if some bib trade occurs with a racer that is not a registered USAT athlete or just some guy and they drown on the swim or take a hard fall on the bike, CGI doesn't have to deal with any potential lawsuits.  I ran back to the car, noting my IT band pain was still non-existent.  Another scouring of the car and then a-ha, inside the center arm rest... off to a really bad start so far and I had one minute until transition was closed (at 7:05).  They made an exception for me, even though part of me was ready to throw in the towel after all this chaos.  Surely, these have been some ominous signs, struggling just to get to the starting line.  At least getting through this was great at diminishing any remaining pre-race nerves.    Not much more could go wrong so it was time to focus on the race and it was a picture perfect day, calm winds, 65 degree water, and very sunny.
Great day to do horrible things to our bodies
I made it to the beach in time for the Star Spangled Banner and to watch the first 2 waves of the Sprint race take off.  My wave hit the water and I lined up in the front with the elite guys.  I think it's a good strategy for me, I'm not going to catch the elite guys but I do think I can outswim the majority of the pack.  It worked and I was through the thrashing mess quickly with no problem.  Seriously, thanks a lot water polo!

I am still pretty sure I sighted my lines well and kept pretty straight right.  The course is one long loop and it seemed to drag on in the middle but I kept my tempo quick and was out pretty quickly.
Not too bad, I knew I might've wandered a bit to the left on the way out.
I exited the water the the 52nd best swim... I really wanted something better than that but it's not bad overall with 328 other athletes.  Transition wasn't too bad and I had most of the wetsuit off before getting to my station where I made quick work of the rest, forgot to give myself a Hammer gel before the bike ride and ran out.  Kinda big forgetfulness theme this weekend.

The bike course was beautiful, not a ton to note but there were a few steep hills but not quite as hilly as TTT so that was nice.  Without my shoes, I was 2 mph faster than my first Olympic 2 weeks ago.  I'll take it!  I downed a 2-hr bottle of Perpetuem during my 1.5 hr ride, chugging the remainders in the last 2 miles as tiny cramps started to pop up in my calves, hoping it might deliver some relief really quickly to my muscles.  The last bit of the bike leg was downhill of flat so they never really materialized into a problem at the end of the ride or during the run through transition 2 so I felt in the clear from cramping up but my legs were trashed from that ride.
Coming to T2.  Cool watermark!
I was 10th fastest in T2 because I already had my shoes on.  BOO-YA!  I took off feeling quick on the run but struggled to maintain a solid tempo after 2 miles and never really found my legs.  It was during my run that I noticed, again, I forgot how to use my Garmin 910.  So 26+ miles in and I'm still logging time in the water.  I was pissed I missed out on my ride data, I cycled through to the run and slugged it out, starting with a 7.5 min mile, the rest about 9 minutes.  Frustrating to feel no more strength to push out a quicker 10K.  
I think this was early in the run, feeling strong.
Later in the run, posing and pretending to look strong.
My finish time was 2:54:46, and for some reason, I'd hoped to be closer to 2:30.  16th of 42 in my group is actually far better than I'd expected and 111th of 328.  I found Quoc who'd done awesome, 20 minutes faster and 7th in our group. 
The finish
The course was awesome, well marked, well staffed with volunteers and with everything that went wrong, it still turned out to be a pretty good race.  I'm curious about the time added to my bike due to me forgetting my shoes... I'll do this race again.  I give it a 4.5 of 5 if I was to maintain a rating system.  CGI was awesome to accommodate me finally getting my stuff together late.  I'm happiest that I manned up and did the whole race when at times, even this morning, I was ready to just go home before the start.  

Monday, May 19, 2014

American Triple-T 2014: How Not To Do Your First Half-Ironman

The American Triple-T is the first triathlon event I ever signed up for, even before the 2 sprint tris I did last summer.  The event is a weekend-long series of 4 races, culminating with a half-ironman distance race called the Little Smokies Half.  It's not an official Ironman 70.3 race but it is still all the right events at all the right distances.  This race, of course is after a super sprint on Friday and two Olympics on Saturday...
Singlet we must wear for each race and a hat
I'm fully aware of the undertaking this race would really be, it was going to be hard for all the wrong reasons.  Despite my comfort level in tackling an Olympic-distance event and a 70.3 event, I still hadn't raced those distances and was not really prepared for the toll Saturday would really take.  I'd also been doing all I could to rehab my right IT band the last 3 weeks.  Nonetheless, the adventure was on, Adam and I were determined to get out there and give it hell and have a good time.

Being kinda picky about my fueling, I cooked all day Wednesday, preparing all the food I'd want to consume between races, hoping to optimize my recovery windows by eating well.  I prepared pulled pork, shredded chicken, egg salad, steamed kale, quinoa, rice and a big tub of salad in addition to measuring and bagging all my Hammer powders by race.  Go prepared or don't go at all.
BYOBuffet
Thursday was spent making sure I had everything and in the evening I picked up Adam in Baltimore and we drove as far as we could before finding a hotel somewhere in western Maryland while driving through a mini monsoon.  We quickly left the hotel in the morning and before too long, we were in Ohio and at our destination, Shawnee State Park, by noon.  We checked into the lodge at noon and walked down to pick up our race packets after unloading our gear.
Transition area and finish line
Our bikes' home for the weekend.
The room, before it looked like a triathlete's yard sale.
Lucky for the event, a huge storm had passed through the day prior and we were expecting to be in the clear the rest of the wekend.  We had some intermittent showers during race check in but we'd hoped it would clear up and be sunny for our first race.  Unfortunately, they continued on until race #1.

Race #1 was a little slow to start, I think the organizers wanted to give the weather a little more time to clear and roads to dry off a little so the first racers began about 10 minutes after 5.  I did appreciate the time-trial start format: Every 10-15 seconds, a wave of 3 athletes took off for the swim from the shore.  With the field being sorted by our half-ironman times or expected times, the elite guys were at the front and Adam and I were near the back, #342 and 343, respectively in a field of about 500.

This method of starting out isn't the fastest, so we actually got to see the first finishers come in before we hit the water (the super sprint really is that short, 250m swim, 6km bike, 1 mi run).  But, the way the swim is much more spread out, makes it easier for stronger swimmers to navigate forward in the field faster.  I do love the swim leg- it makes up for being so terrible on the bike.

The race was a lot harder than I imagined.  I'd hoped to be done in about 25 minute, but crossed the finish line in 30 and a lot more winded than I'd expected from a 3 km climb on the bike (the 3 km descent on the return on wet road was pretty terrifying).  It took me the entire run leg to recover from the bike but the run felt good on both legs and that was a huge victory for me.  We relaxed after getting back to the lodge and eating and I slept pretty soundly.

Saturday morning had arrived and I maintained some confidence during my preparation routine.  I checked the outside temperature and got a 34.7 F on my watch... I hoped it was wrong but it was really really cold out there.  I just hoped the sun would show itself and get some heat going quickly.  I prepped my Hammer Perpetuem for the bike leg and brought a few gels.

Exactly like Friday, we watched the first hundred or so waves hit the swim, now on a 1500 m course (2 laps of approx 750 m).  We watched the elite guys speed away on the bike leg and eventually found ourselves a the start line.  Surprisingly, I was not feeling any nerves for my first Olympic tri.  I imagine partially due to my confidence in my fitness level and because this swim start is extremely low pressure.  We ran down the shore, plowing through the water until we were at a depth suitable for swimming.  I tried keeping Adam to my right but it quickly became hard to do as we began overtaking other swimmers.  It did occur to me that maybe I should focus on swimming and not triathlon for a while...

We managed a solid swim, Adam was only feet ahead of me after the swim, we exited transition seconds apart then I lost him.  I spent the first minute on the bike getting comfortable and getting some fuel in my stomach that I assumed Adam took off quicker, he's a bit stronger than me on the bike so I just tried to find a pace that was in the middle of "catch Adam" and "hey, don't forget there's another race this afternoon."

The course was hillier than I expected Ohio could be, having spent a lot of time in northern Ohio, my childhood memories painted a picture of Ohio as flat as can be.  A few times, there was no option but to be in 1st gear and just mash my way up a climb.  Mostly rolling hills, the course was beautiful, the sun came out and it was turning into a very nice ride, considering I was being passed by everyone.

Returning to transition was great, I was excited to be off the bike, partly because I'm terrible at it, part, because my neck was starting to get really sore, but mostly because I was excited for the 6.5 mi run.  The weird part in transition was while I was sure I was chasing Adam, his bike was not back in the rack.  It turned out I passed him exiting T1 when he stopped to pee.  Dude should've peed in his wetsuit.

The run is the same course for all races, a fire road through the woods.  Almost like a trail run, so I was excited.  I felt pretty strong on my legs after the bike so my focus was to maintain that feeling and not lose control and expend too much energy.  I cruised along easily but very early, about one mile in, noticed that familiar IT band pain in the right leg.  It nagged but wasn't a limiting factor.  In fact, my miles got a bit quicker.  I started to notice I felt strong but that I was holding back to try to limit the IT band friction.  The race ended and I was pleased with my performance.  I knew I'd be in good shape if my pain didn't worsen in the next race, a few hours away.

I waited for Adam to finish and we grabbed some food and returned to the lodge again to rest up.  Rinse and repeat.  I called Kristen to let her know: So far, so good!

Race #3 is interesting because the order is bike, swim then run.  This sounded appealing because at this point, now teammates must race together, we were tired and sore and shared the outlook OK, this race will suck if we push it.  We'll find a comfortable pace on the bike, draft when we can, cruise on the swim to recover because that's the easiest leg for us then phone in the run, and just jog it.

All good in theory but that bike leg seemed to be endless, compounding the soreness in my neck, expending what energy we had left much more rapidly as we were depleted and now on a different course with some different challenges like an abrupt and steep 18% climb 8 miles in.  It was brutal but we expected relief in the swim.

We took our time through transition, put the bike gear away and started putting on our wet suits, me tearing mine in the process.  Forewarned that cramping is extremely common in this leg of the race, we took on the swim with the same resolve: this is where we recover, we'll be FINE...

The first lap was pretty tough, I thought I'd find my rhythm a little late, like I usually do but the second lap of the swim was no easier.  After a slow swim, excited to be on the ground and ready to run, I plunged my feet to the soft lake bottom and wham- cramps!  Just like I was told, but not when I expected them.  I hobbled forward in a sort of crouch to just try to keep my muscles moving and not seize up completely and they slowly let go as I waddled through transition to my station.

I caught up to Adam in T2 and we tore off our wetsuits, grabbed a gel, water and trotted into the final leg for the day.  Not far from exiting T2, I knew I was going to succumb to the IT band pain.  Prior to the race, I made Adam aware I was starting to feel the effects of IT band friction again and until now it was tolerable and not yet a problem but that it could become one.  I hated the idea of slowing us down but he was in a pretty depleted state as well.  The 6.5 mile run became a run/walk and at times incredibly painful.  By the turn-around, my leg had loosened up and I was feeling comparable to the morning's race, not too bad but not great; I was able to move at a running pace.  We trudged through and finished, miserable.
Done with race #3 of 4... Assessing damage.
The ensuing conversation went something like this:
Aaron: Hey Adam, how are you feeling?
Adam: Not good, I'm starting to have doubts about tomorrow.
Aaron: Yeah, me too, but let's eat up, head back to the hotel and recover, we'll get up in the morning and see how we feel. (Note: I am completely checked out here.  No half-ironman for me, just hoping that maybe we wake up and through divine intervention, are able to get out and race)
Adam: That sounds about right

So we returned to the hotel, I rolled the living daylights out of my legs, stretched and tried on Adam's NormaTec leg sleeves.  They provided no miracle cures but man, they felt good.  It's pretty much a variable compression sleeve that massage your legs to speed up recovery... or just feel amazing when recovery is out of the question.
These things rock.
Adam won them via a Twitter contest. #seriously
3/4 race results.  The run on #2 was a 57:42.  
Before bed, we threw in the towel.  Morning would bring no salvation of our ability to continue on.  We had crossed the threshold of when it's no longer fun, healthy nor productive to continue on.  I called Kristen to let her know we were done.  Had we lined up at the start in the morning, we'd have turned in an 8 hour half.  We were far more inclined to use those 8 hours to drive home and celebrate 2 Olympic tris in one day and have several beers to reward ourselves.  We got breakfast, packed, noting a few other athletes doing their own version of the pack of shame as they left, as well, drove to Baltimore and feasted on wings and beer.

My evaluation of this event: Awesome.  If you want to see how fit you are, do this.  I'm confident in my fitness level, but now see I'm not 4-races-in-under-48-hours fit.  I'm proud to have pushed through 2 Olympics in one day.  Very well organized and supported.  Beautiful and challenging bike course.  I'm pretty sure if you're in the elite group, it's very competitive, as well.  The only gripe I have is that the lake water was pretty foul.  Great atmosphere the entire time.  Will I go back?  Yeah, maybe in 5 years.  Great job by HFP racing.  I see my weaknesses more clearly and will continue to address them more practically.

Monday, April 28, 2014

Out and Back Party Run 5K and Ironmasters Challenge 50K: Double Race Weekend Report

A weekend I'd looked forward to for a year since last year's Ironmasters had kinda snuck up on us.  Before we knew it, we were a week from the 50K which was a beast of a race last year, with me finishing at 8:33:15 and Kristen just over 9 hours.  It was a big weekend and a lot of fun, and I'd plotted some revenge.

A few months earlier our friends urged us to join them for the Out and Back Party Run in Philadelphia's Fairmount Park.  They promised an awesome time.  Awesome times are things we enjoy so that was a no brainer.  We realized this race was the Friday before our 50K on a Sunday.  We chalked it up as a "fun run" that we wouldn't take too seriously.  Even if we did, it's just 5K, a 20-minute workout for me, nothing that would impact our big race.  I was excited to have 2 races in one weekend.
55K worth of bibs.
Out and Back was in the northwest Philly Fairmount Park area, which is a nice rolling and open park.  The course was pretty flat and the weather was perfect.  Having tried to break that 20-minute barrier a few times already, I was ready to cancel the fun run and make this a quick goal race, so I did.  As rain set in, we lined up in a pack of 688 runners.  I lined up in the middle of the field, kinda late to join the crowd behind the start line, unwilling to push my way up.  Bryn Mawr chip times their races so, I didn't think it would be a big deal to get to the sensors then navigate around the crowd.

At the start, I moved with the crowd to the actual start line then bolted like an asshole around as many people as I could get, before I knew it I saw about 10 runners ahead of me, the rest were toast (some just  momentarily).  I put down  my fastest mile ever on the first third of the race and each 1-mile alarm buzz on my Garmin thrilled me with terrific splits.  I sure didn't mind the rain and kept my focus on maintaining my pace.  Before I knew it, the race was over and I clocked in over 20 yet again but this time, I think I can call it my unofficial sub-20 5K as this had a bonus 0.09 miles as I finished in 20:12.  I'll freakin take it!

The post-race party was really cool.  At the Lemon Hill Mansion about a mile from the race, they'd set up a huge tent, a pretty good band, and TONS of beer and food.  I wound up sitting at a table with the guy that sold me his bike trainer on craigslist and talking triathlon with him for a while and caught up.  I knocked back a bunch of the Harpoon Rye IPA's and let Kristen drive us home.
The party at Lemon Hill Mansion
Post race party with Maggie, Dave, Crystal and her friend.
Saturday morning we took care of our 50K prep work early.  We bagged up our Hammer Nutrition powders, gels, even brought our own coffee, and gathered our race gear.   We tossed the gear in Kristen's car and made our way to Honey Brook, PA for a bluegrass festival at Wyebrook Farm.  If you're ever out that way, Wyebrook is an awesome place to visit.  Kristen took me there for a date night.  A beef butchering class date night!  While we're not exactly huge bluegrass fans, we had a blast.
Cruchy tunes, man
The farmhouse at Wyebrook.  A market and restaurant.
Curried goat and hot roast beef lunches
We left during the headliner act, some old fella' named Jesse McReynolds and his band.  Their second set was a Grateful Dead set, which we didn't really mind missing and we had to get out and get our pre-race BBQ dinner in Carlisle, PA before hitting bed early.

We prepped our Hammer, our bulletproof coffee, race outfits and I got to watch the Penguins win game 5 before we fell asleep.  We're getting pretty good at our big race prep these days- far less anxiety about what to bring, what to carry in our packs, what time we need to rise and get going.  To make it easier, I called Hammer's customer support line to consult with one of their product experts a week earlier.  I was sticking to the fuel I'd been using for long runs/rides, Perpetuem and I'd be supplementing that with gels and their Enduralytes fizz.  I'd finish the race and chug a Recoverite.  I'm sold on Hammer's products, they're all natural and they just work.
Hopefully a future sponsor....
Race morning was super smooth, we got our coffee, a protein shake and drove to Pine Grove Furnace State Park.  We were there with just enough time to hit the bathroom, get our bibs and line up for race instructions that went kinda like this... "OK you guys, we're on the same course as last year, blah blah blah, here's signs you'll look for, blah blah orange tape, if you're hiking the 50K, please stay back on the start line for the runners ok? we're gonna do a ready set go start.  ready, set, go!"

Yep, that's how we started, I scrambled over to the crowd mid-instructions and started my gopro to try to capture the start.  I still haven't checked my videos yet so I don't know if I actually got it.  I do know this much, my gopro died around mile 3.  I believe the housing is activating the wi-fi which is killing the battery...  So much for capturing the race again but it would look exactly like last year's video: a lot of running on a hard course on a perfect day.

My race goal was well-thought out, much like last year's and my goal was to finish in 6 hours (give or take a little).  breaking down each leg of the race, I calculated what pace I could hold and came up with this:
SectionMilesPaceGoal timeTODCutoffAid StationMile
12.20:11:000:24:120:24:12first aid? who cares?2.2
20.90:11:000:09:540:09:54water3.1
35.40:13:001:10:128:40:12CP1: Dead Woman Hollow Road8.5
41.60:11:000:17:368:57:48DWH Rd and 223 (restroom)10.1
52.80:11:000:30:489:11:0012:00:00Woodrow Road, lower (water)12.9
66.10:12:001:13:1210:24:12Park campsites (restroom)19
70.40:11:000:04:2410:28:3614:00:00CP2: Brickyard Pavillion19.4
84.40:12:000:52:4811:17:00Pine Grove Rd and RR Bed Rd (Water)23.4
930:12:000:36:0011:53:00Water Station 2: Old Forge Road26.4
101.80:13:000:23:2412:16:2417:45:00CP3: Cold Spring28.2
113.030:12:000:36:2112:52:45FINISH LINE31.23
5:44:450:11:02
I allotted some extra time from the above goal and avg pace since I'd expect that the hills were again going to be a rude awakening.  6 hours was still a bit aggressive but a great goal time.  I hiked up the steepest hills and did my best to scramble through the rocky sections in the first 5 miles.  After ascending Blueberry Hill (mile 7), I knew the worst was over, my pace seemed slightly behind goal but as the miles got easier, I made up time without feeling like I was overcompensating.

Somewhere after the climb at mile 7, I'd noticed a little tinge in my right knee.  I though "huh, that's weird" and figured the climb might have tweaked it a little, it would loosen up and go away.  It passed for a while, I cruised comfortably and was making up some time.  The discomfort started to come and go and I eventually figured out around the halfway point it was only noticeable on downhill sections.  According to my Garmin, I was just under 3 hours at 15.5 miles in and through the hardest part of the course, excited and feeling great otherwise.  Not having really dealt with any injuries aside from a shin splint, I wasn't trying to self-diagnose it on the trail during a 50K.  I tried to manage it during each section and to this point, it was not impeding my ability to move forward at my goal pace.  I was still cruising and killing it.  The discomfort wasn't worsening over several miles so I'd really hoped whatever it was had just leveled off.   That would've been great, I was catching and passing a few runners until the pain grew.

Around mile 18, I had to slow down.  I did what probably most people do when they have a curious leg/knee injury, stopped, massaged up and down my thigh to my knee and kept going.  Soon I was caught by the lead female runner, she asked if I was alright, and I told her "maybe" but I'd like to run with her for a while.  Wendy was really cool, she was running her first 50K and was doing really well.  An asthmatic, she'd been running marathons for years, ran Boston a handful of times and had some race recommendations for me when I eventually try for my Boston qualifier.  She was having some hip issues and we stayed together for a a few miles stopping for a few seconds each mile for her to stretch out and me to try something new to release the tension in my knee which I was starting to wonder if this is the whole IT band issue I've heard about?  I'm pretty lucky to not know, I suppose.  At mile 21, I couldn't keep up with her, I let her go on and was walking down the hills now.

At about mile 21.5 I spiked my handheld water bottle on the ground in anger.

Two hours ahead of myself at last year's race, at mile 22.4 after refilling at a water stop, and trotting about 50 yds I stopped, turned around and began the DNF process.  The radio crew called in runner #111 was dropping.  A volunteer drove me back to the race finish and at times, I had to force myself to hold it together.  I was furious and completely frustrated.  For the sake of self-preservation, it would have been dumb to continue on.  I have a huge race weekend in only 3 weeks I need to be ready for.
22.4 miles (or 23.8 as marked on the course)
Course profile.  3600' of gain for this portion.
I sulked a little while waiting for Kristen to finish but slowly overcame the disappointment and some of the frustration.  Injury was nowhere on my radar.  I've been fortunate to run injury free for quite a while and I suppose some of these injuries are inevitable for distance running.  I chatted with some other runners and got fed and changed and cheered on the finishers.

Kristen came in well ahead of her goal time which I knew she could do!  I was happy to see her and very proud of her.
Look at that 31-mile smile!
After assessing the day, I was pleased with my performance to the point where I dropped out.  However in my event assessment, I don't know if I plan to return to this race.  I'd like to race it again but in different circumstances.

  • The trail is poorly marked.  I was off course briefly this year and a few times last year.  Everyone goes off course.  Maybe the organizers think it's part of the race's charm... who knows.  Mile markers are up to a full mile off from everyone's GPS as well.  Not a huge deal but seriously, get with it, it's not hard.  Bonus miles do nothing for any racers.
  • Volunteer support was non-existent late the race.  I appreciate the volunteers, many were fantastic help.  But checkpoint 2 was basically a table of candy, 2 coolers and a row of cackling hyenas sitting on the far side of the table, stuffing their faces with the food on the table, completely unwilling to assist runners, only offering "heeyyyyy we got candy! all kinds!  help yourseeeelff!"  Give me a break.  I was hunched over my camelback trying to rip it open asking them for help and they all gave me looks like I had 8 heads.  I had to ask 6 grown ass adults FOUR TIMES for help.  Kristen got snarky comments from these Pennsyltucky folk about her powdered Hammer Perpetuem fuel, "BAAH What is this stuff??  I hope this isn't something unhealthy!!"  Check point 2 is in close proximity (walking distance) to the start/finish area.  I suppose these are the guys the RD didn't trust enough to deploy out in the woods.  I can't for the life of me figure out how they construe their day as helpful toward others.  I'm aware of my unkind words, I wish I didn't feel so mean towards them but when I volunteer, I bust my ass for the athletes.
    Oh look- a runner helping himself.  
    I did not appreciate any of these people yesterday.  At all.
  • Post race receipt of runners.  Hey, you just ran over 31 miles.  Here's what you get:

I kid you not.  And only $10 for non-participants.  Hope you brought more food.  It was unlimited last year with more options, what gives?
Most of the other participants were happy and weren't under my dark cloud.  I have been to 5K's with better runner support.  I'll reach out to the RD as politely as possible to address my disappointments but next year is unlikely a return to Ironmaster's (for reasons other than what I've whined about).  It's still a great 50K course and it could be that the race fees and sponsors heavily support the Central PA Conservancy instead of the race.  I'm a big baby and sore DNF'er...

Still, I lightened up, met some cool people yesterday had a killer 20 miles and was happy to get home and be fed a great feast at Kristen's sister's house.  It was great to get pampered finally and share our weekend with Kristen's family.

I'll address this IT issue, as the last 18 hours of talking to others and online digging seem to indicate that's exactly what I'm dealing with.  American TTT is in less than 3 weeks.  That's a sprint, 2 olympics and a half-ironman.  The most frustrating part of an in jury at this point of the year, hoping I can heal completely between now and the next event.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Yeungling Lager Jogger 5K: Will Run for Beer

This Saturday Kristen and I ran the 2nd Annual Lager Jogger in Pottsville, PA, home of Yeungling, a race put on by Mid Atlantic Timing.  A 3000 person 5K Run/Walk with a festive atmosphere and a lot going on.  We were really happy to be finally running a race for the first time in about a month.  FINALLY, a chance to freshen up the blog.
Great race freebies!
The scoop I got on this race was that it's a tough (very hilly) course.  Odds of finally breaking the 20 minute barrier were still just as good as any other race as I assumed the hills couldn't be all that bad and I was so close in my last 5K.

The starting line was very well organized in corrals by approximate pace.  11min + in the back, 9-11 min milers in the next section, 7-9, then sub-7 in the lead corral.  It was the first time in my running career I found myself very confidently at home in the front of the field before the start.  3000 runners and I was starting with the top 20-25 and hoping to finish right about there, too.

Dick Yeungling himself welcomed the pack of runners to the start line and sent us off with an air horn.  No specific plan in mind, I just fell into a trot with the group I started with.  As far as I could tell, from the start line, it was a long straight and gradual uphill for as far as I could see, nothing major but I kept my pace steady and felt a little slower than I wanted to be.  The entire first mile was a steady climb until we hit a quick turn and started to loop around a few blocks to complete the first half.  The good news was obvious: at some point, we'll get to another mile back to the finish that is all downhill.
The data and an apparent glitch in the HR monitor.
Between the first and last miles, we navigated around a few residential blocks with a couple short steep climbs, nothing too bad, before I knew it, I was at the 2nd mile marker and assessing what was left in the tank.  Soon after, the home-stretch was in sight, I recovered my spiking heart rate and set my sights on catching the next runner ahead of me about a tenth of a mile in front of me.

Well, that never happened, I got a little closer to catching the guy ahead of me but we both put down a good last mile.  Seeing the race clock ahead of me, I could already see a "2" as the lead digit.  I was still happy with my 21:16 finish for the 3.2 miles.  The time put me 34th overall and 12th in my age group.
One more race in the books.
We lingered around the block party for a while with Kristen's sister and brother-in-law and a few other friends.  The brewery tours were full up so we enjoyed a few lagers, some pierogies, and big news: Yeungling Ice Cream is pretty awesome.  I tried on some Hoka's at a booth and loved them.  It was a little surprising as they look the complete opposite of my minimalist shoes.  They're light as a feather and run very very smooth.  I may be picking up a pair very soon.

Looking for another snack before we left, we made out like bandits.  I think we took our race entry fees' worth of Lara bars to stock up for the Ironmasters Challenge in 2 weeks.  There were 1000's left, but we were kind and only filled our pockets and Kristen's tote bag.
Kristen, counting our LARA Bounty

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Conshy Classic 5K: 3/15/2014 race recap

Hey friends, after a few weeks of no races and just training, we finally got in a quick 5K.  Our previous 5K was a distant 5 weeks prior and I was quite a bit leaner and meaner.  My focus was finally breaking the 20-minute barrier after turning in a nice 20:51 at the flat Philly Navy Yard race.

Leading up to this race, I'd been enjoying some nice long runs and rides in my training.  I had a solid 12-mile trail run the previous weekend and felt awesome, a few bike rides on the trainer and a few other workouts peppered in the schedule.  The odd thing this past week was seemed like a relatively benign 5-mile run I made on Wednesday.  After this training run which I used to try to establish what my lactic acid threshold heart rate (LTHR) was, in an effort to learn to train a little smarter, my calves were angry with me for running on pavement, apparently.  Even Saturday morning, I was still really stiff.  I jogged around a bit, stretched and did everything I could imagine to loosed up.  There was a lot of uncertainty of Friday how I'd approach this race but after some jogging and stretching I was feeling loose enough to resume my pursuit of the 20-minute goal for this race, still a little nervous.

The "Classic" part of the Conshohocken Classic 5K is lost on me.  This is the first annual 5K that Bryn Mawr Running put on here but I look forward to do it again next year but I don't get what makes it classic yet, whatever.  It's a nice loop around our neighborhood and downhill on the route the St. Patrick's Parade will take through town.  If you're not familiar with Conshohocken, it's like most PA towns: Kinda hilly.  It would be a little more challenging to tackle than our last road 5K.  The course was a point-to-point with a loop in the middle, ending about 2 blocks from our apartment.  It was windy but sunny and we were excited.

I don't normally line up at the front of the pack but after sizing up the field, I lined up at about the 4th row.  well behind the guys in their school track tanks.   With the start I sprinted up the immediate hill with the lead pack, dodging a few folks that had no business being anywhere near the front (no offense, except to the guy wearing a Flyers jersey with "Crosby Sux" written in electrical tape on it).  I realized really fast I was 5th or 6th and as we crested the hill and turned downhill, I caught my breath a little and cruised as quickly as I could downhill while recovering as much as possible.
I'm in there somewhere.

Thanks, Times Herald, for my only race picture (that's me under the flag).
I could see the leader and handful of people between us and we slowly all drifted apart, it looked like we were in our places running our own races and I tried to estimate the gap between me and first, I knew it wasn't my day to challenge this guy, so I focused on the task at hand.  We rounded the corner where we'd eventually finish and made our way up the short hill for the loop.  I was still feeling good and ready to take on the uphill at a smart pace.  I regained a spot I lost on the downhill then lost another 2 to the a girl and some kid who was about 9.  My lungs burned but I ignored it.  After all, it's a sprint, soon enough it would be over but turning the corner at the crest of the hill felt like I was dragging a person behind me.  I expected relief during the final downhill backstretch but it never came.  What did come was an awesome stitch in my side at 2.5 miles.  Damn it all.  Without checking my pace or total time, I knew I was running my fastest and very near breaking 20.  I focused on breathing and raised my right arm over my head to try to alleviate the stitch and tried to maintain what little speed it felt I had.  A few runners overtook me on the backstretch.  I was sure to leave nothing in the tank so I gave chase.

I didn't regain my lost positions and the race timer was probably in sight before I noticed it but when I did look up about 30 yards away, I watched it tick from 00:19:59 to 00:20:00.  I might have uttered a very audible "SHIT" and look around to see how inappropriate that might have been then quietly turned in a PR and hit the deck to catch my breath.  My official chip time was 20:109 and 11th overall, 3rd in AG.  My Garmin data  also showed 20:09 which I thought to be longer than my chip time but only 3.04 miles.

It's dumb to be frustrated with a distance PR (by about 40 seconds) on a harder course.  Nevertheless, there I was, complaining to Kristen about being so close to my goal and missing it.  If anything's certain, I ran a heck of a race and there's not a doubt I crush my next 5K and the 20-minute mark.  As of now, it looks like it will be the Yeungling Lager Jogger in a few weeks in Pottsville, PA... apparently a hillier course.  As my friend Kelly would say, honeybadger don't care.