This page was started in April 2006. A table of contents is below.
I. Best Times (Personal Records - PRs)
II. Teams
III. Running Races
IV. Race Reports & Recaps
---A. Philadelphia Distance Run race report (Sep 18, 2005)
---B. Philadelphia Marathon race report (Nov 20, 2005)
---C. Run For Clean Air race report (Apr 16, 2006)
---D. Run 4 Your Life 5K race report (June 18, 2006)
---E. Wissahickon Wanderers Distance Track Meet race report
(Aug 22, 2006)
---F. Roman Run race report (Nov 12, 2006)
---G. Boston Marathon race report (Apr 16, 2007)
---H. Run For Clean Air race report (Apr 19, 2008)
---I. Roman Run race report (Nov 9, 2008)
---J. Parkway Run race report (Sep 30, 2018)
Best Times (Personal Records - PRs)
Distance | Time (chip) | Pace | Date | Name/Distance | Location |
1 Mile | 5:12.45 (gun) | 5:12.45 | August 26, 2007 | 5th Wanderers Distance Track Meet - 1 Mile | Roxborough High School Track, Philadelphia, PA |
5K | 17:59.19 | 5:47 | September 30, 2018 | Roman Run | Kelly Drive, Philadelphia, PA |
10K | 39:33 (gun) | 6:23 | October 19, 2003 | AIDS Walk/Philly 10K Run | West River Drive, Philadelphia, PA |
Half-Marathon | 1:24:29 | 6:26.67 | September 21, 2008 | 32nd Philadelphia Distance Run | Philadelphia, PA |
Marathon | 3:09:50 | 7:14.4 | November 20, 2005 | 12th Philadelphia Marathon | Philadelphia, PA |
Date | Team Name | Place | Name/Distance | Location | Average Time |
April 20, 2019 | Philly Runners | #1 of 4 co-ed teams | 38th Run For Clean Air 10K | King (West River) Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 40:21.8 (top 4) |
Roster: me (captain), Dieter Moens, Emily Babay, Connor Stapleton, Madelena, John Silberstein | |||||
April 18, 2009 | Phil E. Runner & the Iliotibial Band | #2 of 6 male teams | 28th Run For Clean Air 5K | King (West River) Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 18:42.50 (top 4) |
Roster: Steve Petro, John Wesner, Kevin Baxter, me (captain), Rick Lucian, Andrew Lofaro, Jeff Dorman | |||||
April 19, 2008 | Phil E. Runner & the Iliotibial Band | #1 of 13 male teams | 27th Run For Clean Air 5K | King (West River) Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 18:43.75 (top 4) |
Roster: Rick Lucian, me (captain), Joe McNulty, Kevin Baxter, Ron Hargust, Sebastiaan Van Zalen, Jeffrey Cross, Eli Mercer | |||||
April 15, 2006 | Phil E. Runner & the Iliotibial Band | #1 of 4 male teams | 25th Run For Clean Air 5K | King (West River) Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 18:43.75 (top 4) |
Roster: Kevin Forde, John Wesner, me (captain), Raymond Bokenkamp, Andy Jacobs, Seth Weiss, Xiao Tu, Gary Shute | |||||
September 18, 2005 | Phil E. Runner & the Iliotibial Band | #1 of 29 co-ed teams | 29th Philadelphia Distance Run (Half-Marathon) | Philadelphia, PA | 1:19:20.33 (top 3) |
Roster: Steve Schaefer, Rick Lucian, Elizabeth Smith, me (captain), Helen Cheung | |||||
April 16, 2005 | Phil E. Runner & the Iliotibial Band | #1 of 6 male teams | 24th Run For Clean Air 5K | King (West River) Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 19:40.75 (top 3) |
Roster: Jim Maio, me (captain), Steve Gelman, Leo Pearson, Steve DiBona, Mike Dobres, Steve Markey, Mony Sambath |
Date | Name/Distance | Location | Time | Pace | Age-Grade | Place (Top%) | Miscellaneous | |
April 20, 2019 | 38th Run For Clean Air 10K | King (West River) Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 39:47.61 39:50 gun | 6:25 | 72.46% ('15 factors) | #9/308 (2.87%) | #1/10 male 45-49 (top 10.00%) #7/168 male (top 4.17%) #1/??? male master's 40+ | |
November 30, 2018 | Fall Twilight Miler | Ursinus College PA | 5:15.90 5:16.40 gun | 5:16.40 | 77.44% | #12/18 (%) | warm, pouring, bunched in, lap 1 = :72 | |
September 30, 2018 | Parkway Run 5K | King (West River) Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 17:59.19 | 5:47.36 | 77.09% | #8/1886 (0.42%) | #1/69 male 45-49 (top 1.45%) #8/887 male (top 0.90%) #1/??? male master's 40+ ~60-F, dry, calm, sunny | |
November __, 2016 | Fall Twilight 5K | Ursinus College PA | gun | % | #/ (%) | #/__ male 40-49 (top _.__%) #/___ male (top _.__%) | ||
November __, 2015 | Fall Twilight 5K | Ursinus College PA | gun | % | #/ (%) | #/__ male 40-49 (top _.__%) #/___ male (top _.__%) | ||
September __, 2012 | Parkway Run 5K | King (West River) Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 18:08 | % ('06 factors) | #16/____ (%) | #/__ male (top _.__%) #/___ male (top _.__%) | ||
April 16, 2011 | 30th Run For Clean Air 5K | King (West River) Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 19:26.2 19:26.2 gun | 6:15.36 | 68.69% ('06 factors) | #19/1257 (1.51%) | #4/80 male 35-39 (top 5.00%) #19/619 male (top 3.07%) | |
October 25, 2009 | 34th Marine Corps Marathon | Washington, DC | 3:35:38 3:35:45 gun | 8:13.46 | 57.99% ('06 factors) | #1694/21398 (7.92%) | #1444/12966 male (top 11.14%) #276/2226 male 35-39 (top 12.07%) 5K 21:05 (6:47.16) / 10K 42:48 (6:53.28) 15K 1:04:13 (6:53.39) / 20K 1:25:33 (6:53.04) Half 1:30:19 (6:53.37) 25K 1:48:00 (6:57.14) / 30K 2:15:40 (7:16.67) 35K 2:46:48 (7:40.18) / 40K 3:23:49 (8:12.02) | |
August 25, 2009 | 6th Wanderers Distance Track Meet - 1 Mile | Roxborough High School Track, Philadelphia, PA | 5:18.57 gun | 5:18.57 | 71.82% ('06 factors) | #4/33 (8.25%) | #4/12 Heat A (top 33.33%) | |
April 18, 2009 | 28th Run For Clean Air 5K | King (West River) Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 19:06.0 19:09.0 gun | 6:08.86 | 69.00% ('06 factors) | #26/1407 (1.85%) | #2/60 male 35-39 (top 3.33%) #26/703 male (top 3.70%) Award: medal | |
November 9, 2008 | Roman Run - 5K | Kelly Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 18:06 18:07.24 gun | 5:49.5 | 72.81% ('06 factors) | #7/228 (3.07%) | #1/17 male 30-39 (top 5.88%) #7/162 male (top 4.32%) Award: medal | |
September 21, 2008 | 32nd Philadelphia Distance Run (Half-Marathon) | Philadelphia, PA | 1:24:29 1:25:37 gun | 6:26.67 | 70.62% ('06 factors) | #319/13280 (2.40%) | #281/6525 male (top 4.31%) #47/1043 male 35-39 (top 4.51%) 5K split 19:48 (6:22.38 pace) 10K split 39:55 (6:25.44 pace) 10M split 1:04:22 (6:26.20 pace) | |
August 26, 2008 | 5th Wanderers Distance Track Meet - 1 Mile | Roxborough High School Track, Philadelphia, PA | 5:12.45 gun | 5:12.45 | 72.79% ('06 factors) | #5/18 (27.78%) | #4/10 Heat A (top 40.00%) | |
April 19, 2008 | 27th Run For Clean Air 5K | King (West River) Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 18:29.2 18:32 gun | 5:57.0 | 70.91% ('06 factors) | #19/1485 (1.28%) | #5/119 male 30-34 (top 4.20%) #19/689 male (top 2.76%) | |
November 11, 2007 | Roman Run - 5K | Kelly Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 18:26.22 gun | 5:56.1 | 71.11% ('06 factors) | #8/236 (3.39%) | #3/24 male 30-39 (top 12.50%) #8/171 male (top 4.68%) Award: medal | |
October 6, 2007 | 10th Guts & Glory 5K | King (West River) Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 19:08.45 gun | 6:09.7 | 68.49% ('06 factors) | #8/1034 (0.77%) | #7/392 male (top 1.79%) #5/78 male 30-39 (top 6.41%) | |
September 16, 2007 | 31st Philadelphia Distance Run (Half-Marathon) | Philadelphia, PA | 1:24:54 1:25:08 gun | 6:28.6 | 70.07% ('06 factors) | #344/11629 (2.96%) | #305/5978 male (top 5.10%) #46/778 male 30-34 (top 5.91%) 5K split 20:18 (6:32.0 pace) 10K split 40:23 (6:29.9 pace) 10M split 1:05:17 (6:31.7 pace) | |
August 22, 2007 | 4th Wanderers Distance Track Meet - 1 Mile | Roxborough High School Track, Philadelphia, PA | 5:16.6 gun | 5:16.6 | 71.45% ('06 factors) | #5/16 (31.25%) | #5/7 Heat A (top 71.43%) | |
April 16, 2007 | 111th Boston Marathon | Hopkinton - Boston, MA | 3:42:04 | 8:28.2 | 56.25% ('06 factors) | #8454/20348 (41.55%) | #6526/12373 male (top 52.74%) #2980/4525 male 30-34 (top 65.86%) 0-5k 22:19 (7:11.0) / 5-10k 22:03 (7:05.8) 10-15k 22:11 (7:08.4) / 15-20k 22:51 (7:21.3) 20k-Half 5:14 / 1:34:38 (7:13.1 pace) 20-25k 25:58 (8:21.5) / 25-30k 32:25 (10:26.0) 30-35k 29:52 (9:36.8) / 35-40k 32:28 (10:27.0) 40k-END 3:42:04 / 11:57 (8:45.7) 2nd 1/2 split 2:07:26 (9:43.2 pace) | |
November 12, 2006 | Roman Run - 5K | Kelly Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 18:25.23 gun | 5:55.7 | 70.85% ('06 factors) | #11/166 (6.63%) | #3/20 male 30-39 (top 15.00%) #10/121 male (top 8.26%) Award: medal | |
October 21, 2006 | 3rd Set The Pace To Educate 5K | King (West River) Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 18:55 gun | 6:05.3 | 68.99% ('06 factors) | #15/126 (11.90%) | #3/12 male 30-39 (top 25%) Award: $10.00 | |
August 22, 2006 | 3rd Wanderers Distance Track Meet - 1 Mile | Roxborough High School Track, Philadelphia, PA | 5:19.40 gun | 5:19.40 | 70.50% ('06 factors) | #10/27 (37.04%) | #10/13 Heat A (top 76.92%) | |
June 18, 2006 | 4th Run 4 Your Life 5K | King (West River) Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 19:18 19:20 gun | 6:12.7 | 67.72% ('06 factors) | #34/911 (3.73%) | #7/105 male 30-39 (top 6.67%) | |
April 15, 2006 | 25th Run For Clean Air 5K | King (West River) Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 19:25.8 19:30.7 gun | 6:15.2 | 66.77% ('94 factors) | #55/1136 (4.84%) | #3/83 male 30-34 (top 3.61%) #49/591 male (top 8.29%) Award: medal | |
November 20, 2005 | 12th Philadelphia Marathon | Philadelphia, PA | 3:09:50 3:10:02 gun | 7:14.4 | 66.81% ('94 factors) | #362/5934 (6.10%) | #76/557 male 30-34 (top 13.64%) #325/3848 male (top 8.45%) 10M split: 1:12:54 (7:17.4 pace) 1/2 split: 1:35:13 (7:15.8 pace) 14M split: 1:41:41 (7:15.8 pace) 20M split: 2:24:37 (7:13.9 pace) | |
October 15, 2005 | 2nd Set The Pace To Educate 5K | King (West River) Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 18:50 gun | 6:03.7 | 68.88% ('94 factors) | #8/110 (7.27%) | #3/14 male 30-30 (top 21.43%) Award: $10.00 | |
September 18, 2005 | 29th Philadelphia Distance Run (Half-Marathon) | Philadelphia, PA | 1:29:17 1:29:44 gun | 6:48.9 | 66.81% ('94 factors) | #366/8600 (4.26%) | #52/640 male 30-34 (top 8.125%) #311/4655 male (top 6.68%) 5K split: 21:09 (6:48.5 pace) 10K split: 42:23 (6:50.1 pace) 10M split: 1:08:17 (6:50.0 pace) splits 44:42 / 44:35 (6:49.5 / 6:48.4) | |
April 16, 2005 | 24th Run For Clean Air 5K | King (West River) Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 19:35 gun 19:33 watch | 6:17.6 | 66.36% ('94 factors) | #34/967 (3.52%) | #5/75 male 30-34 (top 6.67%) | |
October 19, 2003 | AIDS Walk/Philly 10K Run | West River Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 39:33 gun | 6:21.9 | 68.20% ('94 factors) | #3/104 (2.88%) | #3/47 male (top 6.38%) Award: certificate | |
September 21, 2003 | Philadelphia Distance Run 5K Classic | Philadelphia, PA | 18:35 18:36 gun | 5:58.9 | 69.81% ('94 factors) | #23/532 (4.32%) | #3/47 male 30-34 (top 6.38%) Award: plate | |
April 19, 2003 | 22nd Run For Clean Air 5K | West River Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 19:55 gun | 6:24.6 | 65.14% ('94 factors) | #51/652 (7.82%) | #9/73 male 25-29 (top 12.33%) | |
October 13, 2002 | 7th Steamtown Marathon | Scranton, PA | 3:18:28 3:19:23 gun | 7:34 | 63.91% ('94 factors) | #196/1354 (14.48%) | #23/67 male 25-29 (top 34.33%) 8.2M split: 1:06:34 (8:07 pace) 1/2 watch: 1:35:08 18M split: 2:11:54 (7:20 pace) | |
September 28, 2002 | 4th Run From Drugs 5K | Riverside Township, New Jersey | 19:36 gun | 6:18.5 | 66.19% ('94 factors) | #4/38 (10.53%) | #1/1 male 19-29 Award: medal | |
September 15, 2002 | 26th Philadelphia Distance Run (Half-Marathon) | Philadelphia, PA | 1:35:32 1:37:23 gun | 7:17.56 | 62.44% ('94 factors) | #662/7017 (9.43%) | #94/441 male 25-29 (top 21.32%) #557/4185 male (top 13.31%) splits: 52:34 / 42:58 mile 6.23: 52:34 | |
April 20, 2002 | 21st Run For Clean Air 5K | West River Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 20:49 gun | 6:42.0 | 62.32% ('94 factors) | #75/698 (10.74%) | #12/75 male 25-29 (top 16.00%) | |
November 10, 2001 | Family Fitness Day 5K | Charlotte, North Carolina | 22:59 gun | 7:23.9 | 56.45% ('94 factors) | #50/229 (21.83%) | #8/51 male 25-29 (top 15.69%) #43/384 male (top 11.20%) | |
November 3, 2001 | 3rd James Island Connector Run 10K | Charleston, South Carolina | 44:29 gun | 7:09.5 | 60.64% ('94 factors) | #29/253 (11.46%) | ||
September 16, 2001 | 25th Philadelphia Distance Run (Half-Marathon) | Philadelphia, PA | 1:43:55 chip | 7:55 | 57.40% ('94 factors) | #1828/5937 (30.79%) | #189/406 male 25-29 (top 46.55%) #1477/3612 male (top 40.89%) gun 1:46:27 splits: 53:40 / 50:15 | |
May 20, 2001 | 15th Vietnam Vets 10K | Columbus Boulevard (Delaware Avenue), Philadelphia, PA | 45:54 gun | 7:23.2 | 58.77% ('94 factors) | #58/326(17.79%) | ||
April 21, 2001 | 20th Run For Clean Air 5K | West River Drive, Philadelphia, PA | 22:09 gun | 7:07.8 | 58.57% ('94 factors) | #99/601(16.47%) |
I've never waited so long for a race.
It's been three years since the last Philly Distance Run, and although
I've only run it twice, it became my favorite race, in part because I
think it's the distance that best suits me. It was my running goal in
2001, my first year of running, and I was able to shave off 9 minutes the
2nd time I raced, in 2002.
Between then and now, I've had a left knee issue which, due to
cautiousness, kept me from racing distance the next year. I've had a left
high ankle/shin injury, which kept me from much running & any racing the
year after.
I watched the race in 2004, cheering for my friends but yearning to be
in it.
I've had pre-acute left ankle issues that made me back off a bit in
2005, but not sideline me. A rebuilding 2003 led to a backtracking 2004
led to what was becoming a worrisome 2005, but this was the year to take
it back. There were points of discouragement during training, but they
were just speedbumps this time. The left knee in early August was
bothering me, a pre-acute overuse, so I backed off a bit for two weeks. A
Marathon was still possible and I was training for it, even though I would
not venture a decision before conquering PDR. The somewhat disappointing
5K was back in April, a million years away, and this was time to "avenge"
it.
Philly Runners had 8 teams racing, and my team, Phil E. Runner & The
Iliotibial Band, stood a decent chance to place in the co-ed division. We
used this name to take 1st place male team in that April race.
I had wanted to race a 5K in August as a gauge, but wasn't able to.
With this unknown, I set a goal of 1:28, which would shatter my best time
of 1:35 set 3 years ago. I knew I could beat it, and I "needed" under
1:30, but what's the use of setting an easy goal? Imagine if I take
another 9 minutes off, I'd get 1:26! Or, since I need 8 minutes to
qualify for Boston, if I take 8 minutes off here, I'd get 1:27! Wow!
I thought that if things go well and I think all of my body parts are
ready for it, I may again race Steamtown Marathon 3 weeks later. If I
think I need to test my ankle more for distance, I may do a 5K 2 weeks
later, then possibly another half (in Hamilton NJ) 2 weeks after that,
then Philly Marathon November 20. However, I need to face that this might
involuntarily be my last race of the season, which isn't a happy thought.
I then twisted my ankle on a fast Tuesday run 19 days before the race.
What's going on?
Strangely, a couple days before that, I started waking up every morning
around 5am, taking an hour or so to return to sleep. This happened almost
every night, including two nights before the race (the one where you're
supposed to get a good night's sleep) when my fan (which helps me sleep)
decided to stop working at 4am. It might have been before, but that's
when I woke up. Couldn't get it to work, so I turned on the air
conditioning. Bought a new fan today.
All this is but a prelude to my race. I actually need to speed up to
north NJ immediately after the race for the unveiling of the headstone at
my Grandmother's grave. If I race as planned, I have about 25-30 minutes
to recover & cool down, run home, shower, change, use the bathroom,
stretch, and eat. The run home must serve as a short cool-down run. I'll
have food ready to take with me on the car ride. I might need to forego
stretching, but not to worry, I'm sure my legs will appreciate a 90-100
minute drive with little time to even stretch in the car.
I feel like I'm missing the reception after my wedding, or the cuddling
after making love (take your pick on analogies here, or please help me
think of a better one!).
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Okay, Ryan's been whining about PDR race reports not being positive
enough, so I should dedicate this one to you, Ryan! And to my teammates,
Helen, Rick, Steve S, and Elizabeth, too! And, as a whole to my favorite
running club, Philly Runners. Philly Marathon this year is still a
possibility!
"Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible."
Kev's PDR RR (conclusion)
I wanted to wake at 5:50am (perhaps "want" is not the most appropriate
term) but woke at 5am, continuing this phenomenon of waking around 5am for
no reason for the past 3 weeks. I lay in bed until the music chimed on,
and was up. Drank a little grape juice and turned on the faucet in the
tub. I need to soak my legs in very hot water for 20-30 minutes before a
race to loosen the muscles. They were in bad shape last night, better but
not fresh that morning, and I could tell wouldn't be great for the race,
but this should help plenty. This is perhaps my favorite race; that it's
practically in my backyard, and that the majority of the course is what I
use for my training runs are just two reasons why.
Out of the home, I needed some slow warm-up miles, and was awed by the
sheer number of runners on my jog over. We are in charge today! Spoke with
a bunch of folks at our meet-up spot, right near the art museum where we
meet for the club runs, while I stretched a bit and sipped water, tried
the aversive course drink again, then got another short warm-up with
Seebo, Bike Mike, and John W, 3 strong runners in the club, just before
entering corral #1 wearing my 4-ounces or so of clothing (plus shoes).
There were 12 assigned corrals, plus the elite racers in front, so
hopefully this would alleviate how some slow runners try to start way up
in front, hindering thousands of racers that have to then pass them. Race
started a little late, which meant I'd have less time to recover before my
drive up to north NJ for a family function. Ran down the storied Ben
Franklin Parkway and found Gelman soon after the start, then found Russ.
Wasn't going to try to follow Russ, but ran near Gelman for a bit. Mile 1
in 6:50. I wanted a 6:44 or so pace, but wanted the first 1-2 miles slow,
around 7:30. The 6:50 seemed effortless though! This had been one of my
mantras leading up to the race, so I grabbed it here. Would I pay for it
later? Do I dare and do I dare? Maintain, I thought.
We ran around City Hall and headed east on Market Street, with the post
tequila sunrise now blazing in our eyes. I don't know what is meant by a
tequila sunrise, but if it is analogous to a tequila drinking binge,
feeling great now, then being in agony later on, it would fit, I would
find out... later on. I passed Mony here who mentioned that he wasn't
feeling too great. Ran with him a few seconds. I soon turned right onto
4th Street, positively.
Running through the city, I was impressed that many people were out
cheering for us. The race, after all, had started before 8am on a Sunday.
I don't need a lot of cheering, but I grabbed this. I unfortunately also
had to grab that course drink, which would certainly win awards... if we
were giving them for worst taste. The drink came complete with its claims
of why it's better than the others (not evaluated by the FDA of course!).
It also was served in plastic cups, a big mistake, as runners need to fold
the cups to form a spout so as not to get the liquid all over us when
running & drinking at the same time. The cups cracked, but I didn't and
thus was still able to manage. Water though was correctly served in paper
cups. I was pleased to hear & see the Rittenhouse String Quartet
performing for our benefit, and I clapped for them. Also saw Katie
cheering on the left & she acknowledged my shout to her. We turned right
onto 16th Street for a few blocks, then left onto the Ben Franklin
Parkway. This is where the race used to end (in the opposite direction)
and I saw Bridget cheering. I would see her later with a mile or so left,
and she saw me both times too.
Entering West River Drive, I was consistently maintaining about a 6:49 pace. Effortless was still the mantra, but my left quadriceps were starting to bother me. This is unusual, but then, my legs weren't great even at race start. Okay, I can deal with some pain. Shouted out to Raymond cheering, but no response from him. Saw two folks from my cycling club and since I couldn't recall their names, I shouted out the club's name. Didn't note a response from them either. I knew the rest of the club would be looking for me, but didn't know where they would be able to get to on their bikes. Mayor Street biked past us and another runner shouted out to him. Got to remember to thank him for making an appearance. Elizabeth, who is on my team for this race, passed me soon after, looking strong. I wasn't sure she could maintain that fast, so I shouted out to her. She said she was fine and took off. Go get 'em Elizabeth! Somewhere around here I passed a jazz combo that I normally would have loved, but could have used a Rocky or Olympic theme here for motivation from the small brass ensemble I also saw. I probably clapped for both of them. Approaching mile 8 when I knew a water stop was coming, I took 1 of the 2 energy gels I had with me.
I crossed Falls Bridge with the bagpiper (playing, not running with me) onto Kelly Drive, and caught a glimpse of my cycling club. I was too far away by that time to shout out, but I did recall how I saw them in 2001 or 2002 and they did cheer for me! I found out later that at least one of them screamed out my name, but I didn't hear. I passed one of the "vivacious high school cheer squads" that the new race management got for this race. There were a couple squads I already passed on the course, but this one, and the next one a mile or two later were quite spirited. This was a welcome thing, as Effortless had been making way to my other training mantra, Embrace The Pain.
At this point, soon after Falls Bridge, I wasn't just Embracing The Pain, but I think I got to 2nd base with it. A few people were passing me, but I was still passing more. I decided to get a partner, and caught a cute woman who had been exchanging positions with me for a few miles. After a few minutes, I thanked her for helping me, and she then thanked me for the same; I didn't want her to think I was simply using her without appreciation. I asked her goal time but I think she just wanted to maintain whatever pace she was doing. She said something about college... that she hasn't run this race since college, or that she was in college, or that college tuition has been gradually increasing beyond the rate of inflation for many years now especially with private 4-year institutions and it was getting increasingly difficult for the average family to afford it for their children without some sort of financial plan. I maintained with her only a mile or so and I let her escape. I would later see her a bit beyond the finish line, and would thank her again there. Walking along the side in the opposite direction was Meg, perhaps the most accomplished runner I'm friends with, and we shouted out to each other. I walked through the 3rd & 2nd to last water stops. Grrrr. My mental fortitude, which I consider one of my strengths, was wobbly. Pace had slowed a wee bit by this point I think. All the way up King and down Kelly, at the water stops, I fell behind some people I was running near, but kept catching up. I don't think I was catching as many now. At the 11 mile point, and more at 12, sub-1:30 became the new goal (from 1:28), and the possibility that even this won't happen unless I dig in came pounding to the front of my mind like a ton of bricks, which ironically is what it seemed like was repeatedly smashing into my body. Quadriceps on both legs were now screaming obscenities to me in Greek (which I fortunately don't speak), the calves were slightly more than gently nagging, my neck hurt, and I think I forgot to add the fabric softener to the last load of laundry I did. I haven't felt so much soreness since my last long race, my triumphant marathon in October 2002. I missed that. I really did. This will be over soon.
Miles 11 & 12 were probably the only ones slightly slower than all the
previous miles, as I impressed myself how perfectly consistent I had been,
usually not one of my strengths, and I upped the pace (at least, I hoped I
did, as my effort certainly increased) around 12, and was now passing
several people. I spotted Helena a little past here, and she shouted
plenty of words of encouragement to me. Thanks, Helena! Somewhere between
12.5 and 13, my vision became a little distorted. This never happened
before during a race, and I took it to be a positive sign that I was
really pushing. Well, I do now, but at the time I was just focusing on my
new-found superpower of tunnel vision. MUST... BREAK... 1:30. I passed
Bike Mike and said his name as loud as I could, which was barely more than
a whisper. I then passed who I thought was Craig (it was). Don't know if I
said anything to him. If I did, it could have been his name, but it just
as likely could have been something like "Beethoven" which makes no sense
now you may say, but probably made no sense then either. Just before the
finish line, I spread my arms like wings, emulating the bronze medal
winner in the Athens 2004 Olympic Marathon, Brazil's Vanderlei de Lima,
just before he finished. I probably looked pretty silly doing that, but no
more than the distorted face I was probably already wearing. He was
leading that race when a crazy fan came out and collided with him, sending
him into the crowds. That's how I felt, yet sans a crazy fan hitting me. I
admired the spirit of de Lima to continue & win the bronze, and that
perseverance is what I needed. Finished in 1:29:17 (chip time). I did it!
Gun time was 27 seconds difference. Found out that Russ beat me by 12
seconds, and Brian by 2 seconds (less than 1/4 second per mile)! Good job,
boys! Physically I was completely spent, but was satisfied mentally. This
was not just a race, but with everything I had to go through to get to
this point, and with everything seemingly interfering still, it was in
some respects an act of defiance!
Saw Seebo and English Kevin right after the finish. One of them asked
how I did, and I told them & showed my watch time. Took my impressive
finisher's medal, had my timing chip clipped off, and was handed a bottle
of water which I immediately sipped. My breathing was harsh, but I was not
worried as it was now recovery time, though my quadriceps continued to
remind me that they were now unwilling to support anything more than slow
walking. Walked (slowly) around the corner to the food area, but all I
could stomach were the orange wedges. People from Philly Runners started
streaming over to me upon their finish, and I was happy to hear they did
well. Must have spoken with over a dozen friends. Jim, Broad Street Run
race director, spotted me and came over to get feedback on the race. I gave
him a bit, but all this talking was sapping the little energy I had, so I
had to stop, one of the few times not involving major sleep deprivation
that this happened! I don't have enough energy to talk! As much as I
wanted to stay and soak up all this celebrating, it was time to leave, as
I had what turned out to be a 2-hour drive ahead of me for a family
obligation (with a drive back) and I hadn't time to stretch or do a proper
cool-down. The pain would only get worse. As I could not run, I started
the short walk home. A minute or two on, I noticed Pola, a sight for my
sore eyes (and other sore body parts) a bit removed from the rest of the
crowd, and we gave each other a big hug and chatted for a short while. We
don't get to see much of each other, and I realized that the day isn't
just a race but also a reunion of sorts. It was regrettably time to leave
it all now.
I hadn't felt this much sustained pain since the last general
elections! Both sets of quadriceps make it tough to walk, left calf hurts,
back hurts, neck is bothering me, 1 of my toenails is a tad discolored and
is tender. I don't mind though; I can feel the pain and (almost) grab
something tangible to remind me of the day... sort of like a wild & rough
session of... oh, never mind. Besides, that excruciating pain shooting
down my quads commanding all my concentration rendering focusing on
anything else impossible, means that it's working! I'm not sure what "it"
refers to, but if "it" means that I broke my PR (personal record) by over
6 minutes, and had my first solid race in 2 years, then I'll take it. A
small area where my 2 gels were rubbing against my right abdomen is
irritated too. Apparently, nothing is immune to aftereffects of this race
with me. It resembles a little hickey, which is cute, as I haven't had
that action since, well, since I got to 2nd base with the pain around mile
10 or 11. I put a bandage on it, and it seems like I have a birth control
patch on. That may seem strange, but at least I can be confident I won't
get pregnant.
Recounting the race stories of others made me feel more satisfied with
my time, as many of them also were negatively influenced a bit by the
warmer temperatures and sun blazing down. I was also amazed that I kept
such a steady 6:49 pace throughout the entire race, which is usually not
my strong point. The first 5K was in 21:09 (6:48.5 pace), the second 5K
was 21:14 (6:50.1), the next 3.79 miles was 25:54 (6:50.0), and the final
5K was a tad faster, just when you want it, at 21:00 (6:45.6). The first
half was 44:42 (6:49.5 pace) and the second half was 44:35 (6:48.4), seven
seconds faster! Aside from the pace slower than planned, tactically, it
was about as perfect as one can get. Mentally, I ran a much more
disciplined race than the 5K in April.
It was a very good day, and I'll continue to nurse my war-wounds back
to where I can put in another solid performance, which I know again now
that I can do. The pain will go away, but I'll remember this race for a
very long time.
Looking back, I didn't finalize until three weeks prior that I was going
to actually race the horribly wonderful thing. My only other marathon was
three years ago, a 3:18, and I had only one long-distance race since then,
the Philly Distance Run half-marathon, two months prior. The three years
of tribulations I had to overcome for that race, including injuring my
left ankle 19 days prior, are in that race report, the only one I've
written before now.
The ankle had been healing since then and although not all healed, it
would not bother me at all. My right foot, possibly subacute plantar
fasciitis, started bothering me in mid-October. It didn't bother me for my
5K race, where I won money for the first time in a race for placing in my
division, but on what was to be my longest training run of the season on a
Saturday at the end of the month, it was quite painful, and I had to cut
the run short, which I never do. I decided that if it weren't bothering me
two days later, I would do my long run then. Well, it was bothering me,
but only a little, and in what was not a prudent decision on my part, I
did the 24 miles then. I'm glad I did actually, and registered for the
marathon that evening, as it was a good run. The right foot was little
worry for the race.
What was worrisome was weather. I prefer warmer weather to race than
most others, and a latter November race doesn't hold much promise for
weather conducive to me. It was warmer than usual for a while, but the
10-day forecasts had the temperatures plummeting three days before the
race. Not only would it be cold, but my body wouldn't have enough time to acclimate to it! As the date drew nearer though, the race forecast become more favorable. Although slightly chillier than I would have liked, the race day weather was something I could handle.
Race morning, I saw long-lost Emily S, then Seebo, Laura G, and Ed at
our club's meet-up spot. With different goals, I don't know if I'd see
them later, and I wished them all luck. They were all ready for it. I gave
my extra clothing to the gear check and then did a bit more stretching and
warm-up running. I told myself it was time to race a marathon. I was
ready.
I lined up with the 3:10 pace group and told the pacer that for the
next few hours, he was my new best friend, with apologies that the
relationship will be short-lived. I thought about telling him that I would
be his bitch for the next few hours, but actually didn't think of that
until later. Fortunately.
About 1/4 mile after the start, my right calf felt either tight or
sore, which strangely developed out of nothing the previous evening just
before the pre-race pasta party, and had dissipated only a little that
morning. It was gone a mile later, which indicates that it was just tight,
fortunately. I think it was Rick that called out to me early on, and I
raised a green-gloved hand to acknowledge.
We hit a water stop and I partook (as I did with every stop), but a man
near me was unable, so I gave him mine once I took some. This prompted
another runner to compliment me, something about the spirit of racing I
think, and that made me feel good. Not physically good of course, I was
racing a marathon after all, but people don't race marathons for their
physical health. We are here for the same purpose, I thought. Indeed, most
of us would watch out for each other, calling out uneven terrain or a
pothole to those behind us. I was in a unique pace group, as a 3:10 is
the fastest qualifying time: men under 35. The people surrounding me were
all talented runners, and it was nice to be in kindred spirits for such a
physical trial.
I saw Russ, Sarah, and who seemed to be Craig and Ryan through the city. I'd see
all but Russ later on too. Our pace group was huge
(a stampede, described Craig), and noted some idiosyncrasies of other runners amongst us.
There was "commentary guy," who would note things out loud to us, such
that many people are running to the side to take a quick pit stop. Okay...
thanks. Man-who-complimented-me was with us. There was Chinese accent
guy, who with me was amongst the few people who stayed with the pacer until
the end, who asked me a few questions about Philly. Not many questions to
be annoying and energy-sapping, but just a few. His name I found out later
is Lin, as spectators were reading his name on his shirt & shouting it
out. I had my name on my shirt, but today, my name was also Lin, also
Steve, also Bridget, as then each of the thousands of spectators were
cheering for me.
I was impressed with the numbers & spirit of the spectators along
Chestnut, and then turned right onto 34th. I had practiced running up 34th
and Lansdowne the previous two Thursdays, so I expected the hill. I
realized that I might need to take a bathroom break, but didn't, figuring
it would either get worse and then I'd go anywhere I could, or it would go
away. It wasn't impeding my running, and it did go away. I'm usually
pretty good at finding my hydration balance.
Up a few hills and down for some miles, I was maintaining a steady
pace. The crowds (including some 8K finishers) were boisterous and
numerous around the art museum just past the halfway point of the race,
which was amazing. Around the bend, I saw Clay, then Rachel and Northeast
Mike, and shouted to them. Just after was Leslie, and I tossed to her my
throwaway shirt. It was actually a tank-top I had on underneath so when I
take it off I'll have on a dry shirt up against my skin. So that I can remove it without taking off my top-shirt, I had sliced the entire right side, then used electrical tape to fasten it until I tug on it. It was later interesting to
note her reaction to what the hell I did to it. I later explained it
to Heidi, who I missed at Lloyd Hall, but who showed me her great signs
later.
Along the way were Craig (I tossed one arm warmer to him, but had
dropped the other), Ryan, Elizabeth, and others. Thanks for making the
effort to go where there were few spectators! I also saw Philadelphia
Track Club and Bryn Mawr Running Club shirts, our two local powerhouses,
on racers coming in, and shouted out the club names to them.
At Falls Bridge anticipating me at mile 18 was Heather, right on
target. What a great boost! It's two more miles to the turnaround. I was
hoping to see Seebo running the other way, but didn't. Up in Manayunk, I
passed John in the other direction. He was perhaps 2-4 minutes ahead of
me. It was here, right by the turnaround, that I passed mile 20. Mile 20
in marathoning folklore is where the race really begins, and I said out
loud to myself, "Now the race begins" or something equally amazingly
profound. An Olympic Marathon medallist once remarked that anyone can run
20 miles, but it's the last 6.2 that make the difference. At around mile
20 is where many people hit the dreaded "wall," or as Raymond mentioned,
the Dutch expression of "the man with the hammer." The human body can
only store enough energy for about 20 miles.
I then saw Stacey, Steven, and others from my cycling group & we
shouted to each other. The turnaround was just ahead, and I then saw them
again in the same place. I tossed hard to them my green gloves, imbued
with a combination of water, lemon-lime Gatorade, and sweat, to reach over
the runners in the other direction and those eating on the sidewalk. I
wouldn't want my gloves to land in someone's soup, although I'm sure I'd
find it hilarious at the time. I actually find the idea very
amusing even now! They caught 'em! I saw more cute women to toss my
articles of clothing to, but decided to hold on to what I had.
Back on Kelly Drive, on the way home at mile
22 was Heather once again at Falls Bridge. Not content to simply cheer me
on for a few seconds this time, she actually ran on the sidewalk keeping
pace with me for maybe 1/3 mile (ahead of me sometimes... must be her
excitement!). I'd look over, and there she was, and I'd repeat a few
times, brown-eyes smiling back at me each time. Thanks Heather!
Continuing down Kelly was uneventful, and I told myself that I was on a
Saturday morning club run. Lying to myself was the easiest defense
mechanism... albeit ineffective! I spied Pola in yellow, almost matching
her flaxen hair. I called out to her and I think she called out my name
before I even finished hers. Ed was perhaps 100 meters behind, Madeline a
little later, then Tim as a pacer for another. I shouted to 'em all.
Giddy up 309. Three-oh-nine, my 309, nothing can stop me, nothing...
well, here's where my little wave of creativity retreated back to the sea.
The Beach Boys song is 409, but it was a good rhythm to modify for my
purposes, that is, finishing in 3:09 (or 3:10). I had chanted it to myself
in the days leading up to the race at times when I didn't think I was
being sufficiently nerdy. Tom Waits' "Big Joe and Phantom 309" wasn't upbeat
enough anyway! Strangely, I wasn't begging myself for the race to end,
but wanted it to keep going. I don't know why, but perhaps I wanted to
prolong this test, realizing that I was delivering. We marathoners are a
peculiar bunch.
I saw the John Kelly statue off to the side, indicating only 2.2 miles
to the art museum. I sometimes "talk" to John when I stop there for a
drink at the water fountain. The conversation is markedly lopsided, as I
say things about my run like, "John, this is tough" and other equally
philosophical gems, yet answers from John come there none, as he is frozen
in a pose that won him multiple Olympic medals. John doesn't complain that
it's tough. John doesn't complain about being out there day and night, in
all weather. He practices "gaman," the semi-untranslatable Japanese word
of persevering against tough odds without complaining (I have the
kanji character framed next to my desk). He is a silent inspiration.
This rowing statue is the turnaround for our Tuesday night club runs. I
lied to myself again, with about the same effects. This mile 24 is the
site of a lesser known marathon tradition, shouting out "God save the
Queen," in somewhat deference to a Queen of England who helped establish
the current length of the marathon (lengthier than previously) so the
finish could be where she wanted it. I was more concerned about saving my
legs than a long-dead queen. It was around here three years ago, a month
after my only other marathon, while on my bike accompanying Karen for the
same race that she cried out in anguish to me, "Kevin, it hurts!" I know
baby, I know.
It was also around here that our pace leader shouted out that we've
gotta want it. It served as a good reminder for my mantra for this race.
No longer was I using "effortless" or "embrace the pain" that I used for
the half-marathon, but the simple two syllables, "I want." I repeated a
few times. I want.
Less than a mile to go, I finally realized a technique I had wanted to
try for shorter races, but figured I'd do it here (no harm in
experimenting during a race, right?). As I'm a cyclist as well, and have
parts of my legs that weren't quite over-sore yet, I decided to bend my
knees a little more to use different muscles and run lower to the ground
to see what would happen. It worked! It was a little easier and I could
speed up a bit. So noted, for future races, if I can ever remember. Still,
I wasn't severing my umbilical cord just yet. It was between here and the
finish that a few others told me later that they saw me & were cheering
for me. As I was a little focused at the time, I'm sure they will forgive
me that I neither acknowledged nor even noticed most of them, but let me
take this opportunity to thank you all for the cheering! I was only 1/2 mile
from the end of this self-dare, by Lloyd Hall, that I did see Rick when he
called out to me from the left side. Not privy to
Heather's exploits a few miles prior, he also ran along the sidewalk,
keeping pace, cheering me on every little bit.
It wasn't until about 0.2 left, where I was just a few feet behind the pacer, that I knew
I would at least finish my 2nd marathon. A massive PR, but would it be enough to qualify for Boston, my do-or-die goal? There's more in me; I have yet to show you
everything I've got. Go on, go on! What am I saving myself for? My legs partially dead, it's your heart that
propels you this late in the game, and I had plenty of that, with some
energy to spare. Most people think that distance racing is about pushing
yourself, but they are wrong. It is about restraining yourself. It's
only at the end when you unleash all that you were holding back. At this
point, I can't hold back; what kind of wretched person would I be to not
give it all? I didn't quit during the 40,000 previous opportunities, and I wasn't going to have come this far with nothing to show for
it; I am not here simply to complete this race. I sped up. I saw it, and a
few meters before the finish, I spread my arms, again in tribute to de
Lima from his inspiring 2004 Olympic Marathon bronze medal finish in
Athens. I knew, I knew. Bring it home, baby.
And there it was. Chip time was 3:09:50, with the clock (gun time)
showing 3:10:02. I did it. I did it! Except for 300+ who finished in front
of me, I won the race. Wanted to thank the pacer right there, but I had to
keep moving or I'd die. Got the chip removed, got the medal, and the
blanket. I just thought to
myself triumphantly, "Look what I just did." The battle is not really
against the clock, it is against yourself, and I did it.
After the chutes, I took Gatorade from Jenn and Julie, who were
volunteering. Just like the PDR, the first racer I saw that I knew was
Seebo, who after trying a few times, finally tore off his 2:45 albatross
and earned 2:42. How I wished I could have seen him finish! We both
congratulated each other with a hug. Again, the second was English Kevin,
another strong runner, who had just raced Athens, and today rocked the 8K
race.
Although my lower body was in agony, I wasn't as spent cardio-wise as I
was for the PDR. I could have run a little faster (my own magic formula
predicted 58 seconds faster), but this was a pass-fail class, and I passed -- qualifying for Boston --
with 69 seconds to spare. For me, a 3:10:59 was the same as a 2:30. A
3:11:00 was the same as a 5:30. I didn't want to crash & burn before, so I
ran conservatively, rarely looking at my watch, and just staying with the
pacer. I didn't even hit the "wall."
After hobbling around a little and realizing that my quadriceps are now
having difficulty supporting my 145 pounds (possibly a bit less after this
exertion!), I sat for a bit, then got up with the help of my arms and walked to the heated recovery tent for
food & drink. I stayed a while until I decided that I wanted to watch some
racers come in.
Walking over, I saw some from afar when I spotted Pola who had just finished and went
over to her. She had accepted her finisher's medal but it wasn't around
her neck yet, so I offered, and was honored to do so. We chatted for a
while, me in this rather strangely suggestible state, an internalized
giddiness of sorts. She was the last person I saw after the PDR, but I had
to tear myself away to get to a family function then. This time, I could
revel in the collective achievement. Pola became my champion, telling
everyone we know that I qualified for Boston, including Ed who finished
shortly after her, and her parents who came to watch. I was beaming each
time (even if I lacked the energy to fully express it). It's a good thing
it was on the chilly side that day, else I might have melted in front of
her, an amorphous lump of Kevin right there on the ground! I usually revel from within, a calm
ocean surface concealing any energy underneath, and so was content to let her
do this instead of me. Most people in Philly Runners don't know that I'm generally not
as extroverted as I appear at the club runs, but I have to be then as I'm
in charge. Northeast Mike was there and thanked me for the great work PR
did with volunteering. As with most club-related factors, I took it
personally and was surprised that glowing beams of fulfillment weren't
emanating from my body. That would look funny, but not more than the odd
way I was now walking.
To some extent, I'm glad the 3/4 mile walk home was agonizingly slow.
In this respect, I was still part of the living breathing marathon, and
would be such until I retreated into myself at home, thus transforming it
into something uniquely mine, rather than sharing it with all the others.
Neither is necessarily better, just different.
My quadriceps were in agony, calves were not far behind, and balls of
my feet joined in on the fun. The sole of my right foot, a concern, was
fine, as was the left ankle. I had a bucket of ice in the freezer for my
ice bath. No, the pain is not over. I procrastinated a few hours, then
filled my bathtub halfway with cold water and added dozens of those little
instruments of torture and watched as they grew smaller, inversely
proportional to my anxiety. This will help reduce the soreness immensely.
I needed to soak my legs for 10-12 minutes. First go my feet, then
kneeling, then turning to sit with my legs in front. Those first two
minutes were agony, and yes I was moaning a bit, and not in a good way.
Must... continue! I mentioned to friends that neighbors are going to be
banging on my door wondering who is being tortured! Marathoners are
no stranger to pain, and after two minutes, the pain was dissipating and I
was reminding myself to relax my muscles. I had brought in my kitchen
timer to make sure I don't surpass 12 minutes, and never before had I
discovered such a mundane thing to be so captivating.
The rest of the day was spent in quiet solace and contentment,
partially realizing the extent of my personal achievement, but also simply
attaching it to who I am. Heidi came for a much appreciated visit that
evening, with the theme being her yelling at me for trying to do for
myself, like getting up for some water when she can get for me. I remarked
that tomorrow would probably be worse. Oh, it was. Legs got worse, but
that's normal, balls of my feet were about the same, but my back hurt, and
my right knee became the worst. Stiff, a little swollen, feeling bruised.
Icing helped, and the knee became manageable enough to do a 4.5 mile
recovery bike ride later, which helped the legs a little. I had a
well-deserved piece of my pecan pie for breakfast. "Nearly" 8,803 runners competed in the Philly Marathon, said the press release. Of those, 5,887 finished, and I placed 362 among the finishers,
top 6.149%.
I coined the term "marathon refractory period" a few years ago to
describe the period of time starting when a person who finished a marathon
swears never to run another, and ending when the person starts thinking,
hmmm... maybe another one. There are reports of it starting before the person even finishes a marathon! Having qualified for the Boston Marathon (the only
marathon you need to qualify for except for the Olympics), there's no
doubt in my mind I'm racing another. But, I think my body will revolt if I
try for this coming April, so I plan to tackle my 3rd marathon in Boston
on April 16, 2007. Might be nice to have a "2" as the first number of my
marathon PR. Compared to many other marathoners in the club, I don't run nearly
as much, only 3 days a week. However, my mentality when training is that I'm running
every day; it's just that many of those are "zero-mile" days. I'm still
considered by many a novice marathoner, so I'm still growing in this
respect.
For my first marathon in Scranton, PA (Steamtown), I must have
high-fived the hands of over 100 kids while racing. This time, none. There
was more pressure on me -- by only myself of course -- though I had to
make sure not to be too serious. I just did the job, and did it well, and
that in itself was just plain fun. The culmination not just of this years
injuries and of waking up at ungodly hours on Saturday for long runs, but
of my nearly five years of running was achieved that day. It is true that
you can't effectively explain finishing a marathon to someone who hasn't
done it, but I think its also true that you can't effectively explain
finishing your second marathon and qualifying for Boston with it, to
someone who hasn't. I understand now. And I am not yet finished.
It was a nice, but warm day when over 30 Philly Runners (yet only one
Steve), with a team in each of the co-ed, women's, and men's divisions,
raced. Team captains were perennial team leader Ryan, Elizabeth S, and me,
with team names Future Team Champions Of The World, Fast Fems, and a
repeat of the slightly mispronounceable Phil E. Runner & The Iliotibial
Band.
Included on Ryan's team was our VERY FIRST PHILLY RUNNERS RECRUIT from
April 2002, Jeffrey, as well as ubiquitous racer FOPR (Friend Of Philly
Runners) / PRF (Philly Runners Friend) English Kevin.
Julie, English Mike, and Elizabeth's Valente were watching our stuff,
and Seebo (who strangely STILL hasn't posted a Paris Marathon race
report!), Erin, and others came to cheer. Thanks!
English Kevin was our first to finish, with John W as the first PR
finisher, followed by a little duel between Kevin and Raymond. Heather was
the first PR woman, followed by Daria and Laura B. Notable were Jim
running with Elisabeth, Pat running with his son, and multiple PR
first-racers. Since we had so many racers, our regular 9:30am run was
cance HEY WHO WROTE THAT?! NO NO NO!
Our men's team repeated with 1st place out of 4 teams, shattering our
5K team club record. Our women's team also repeated, destroying the other
2 teams. Our co-ed team placed 7th in a tough division with 41 teams,
beaten this year by the Clean Air Council's team led by PR Tim. I don't
believe any bets were placed on that rivalry this year though, be it
running the loop facing backwards, buying us all a round at Bishop's
Collar, or doing the Rocky Steps in only a Speedo!
Both Kevin and Daria won division awards, and FOPR/PRF English Kevin
did too. Good job to Tim's organization for putting on another fine race.
We convened at my place after for Seth's French Toast Brunch, which
effectively (and deliciously) replenished any carbs lost for this race, as
well as for the next two races. Thanks, Seth!
See ya at the next club run!
Run 4 Your Life 5K on June 18 was my 2nd race of the year. Temps were to be VERY warm and although I'm good in heat... running in heat... meaning I may place higher because of it, my time will likely be a little slower. I foolishly didn't factor that in to aiming for 6:10s, to give me 19:10. I race for time, not place. I had moderate stomach/GI problems that morning, but they... worked themselves out. I felt decent for the race, although even after my ritual of soaking my legs in very hot water before a race, they weren't perfect, but race-able.
I knew Monika would race with her Dad, and I expected PRF/FOPR English Kevin in it (since he does about every race), and I saw their names on the registration list, along with Cecily Tynan, who I haven't spoken with since pre-baby (hers, of course!). And surprise, there was Gelman, sportin' a wedding band nearby. I was hoping the added weight would slow him down for me. They had 700 pre-registered plus probably a couple hundred more race-day registrants, offering plenty of prize money, so they attracted some fast Kenyans (is that redundant?), and I added about 15 places to my finish. I need a larger competitive race to push me though. Saw Ian and Veena -- not racing, ready to cheer -- and I bumped up my race place 2 because of it, and saw Pearlette shortly before the start. I lined up near Gelman and struck up a conversation with local race legend Andrea N from Bryn Mawr club.
Mile 1 was 6:08, about where I wanted, and at 1.5 was 9:15. Good. I saw English Kevin and Andrea working in the opposite direction. Mile 2 was about 6:15. Saw a bunch of folks from my cycling club and they cheered, but the heat was getting to me. Apparently, it was more so with others, as I passed 10+ racers, yet 2 smoked me in the last .1 mile, and I ended up with 19:18 watch time, only 7 seconds faster than 2 months ago. :-( Not thrilled with that... but it waaaas hot. Results strangely were not printed afterwards, though English Kevin won his division! Spoke with Gelman, Cecily, and Joe H after & they had strong performances too, even with Cecily pushing baby Luke. Good job in the heat, folks! We were allowed to pick up out race shirt & hat AFTER the race (good consideration, folks!), where they also had refreshments. And, a table with people giving out sample-sized aspirin and acetaminophen. I found that amusing. When I looked closer at the aspirin at home, I saw it expired last month. Was strangely even more amused. Took 2, and was laughing uncontrollably. Or, that might have been due to the "other" pills, I don't know. Was eating most of the day until a family gathering for Father's Day, although since my Grandfather just got home from heart surgery, it was more to see him, and running seemed a bit less important... although I'm glad running is so beneficial to the heart.
When I got home I found results online, and saw what I suspected would be the case, that I placed well, 34 of 911, top 4% (7 of 105 in my 10-year age group). This considering that 6 people finished under 14:30, and the female winner got 16:13! Pretty impressive. I might just do this one next year, they did a solid job at most everything, 'cept the heat!
This race report is longer than the race itself! Still, there haven't
been many posted in a while, so I thought why not write one? Good thing I
ran a race and had some material for it.
It was to be a race-time (not just race day) decision for me, as I had
a slightly nagging left hamstring/groin soreness for a couple weeks, plus
on Saturday I got a cut under my left knee (which doesn't hurt until I
sweat on it) and on Sunday was stung by a jellyfish at the beach on my
right thigh! None would keep me from running though 'cept possibly the
first, but I wanted to race... especially since it may have been my only
race where transport to the race was longer than the race itself.
This was not only my first track race, but also my first evening race,
and my first miler. Since I'm racing Boston Marathon in April, I'm not
racing distance this year, so it was ripe for me to get a miler in. After
stretching and warming up, and chatting with others from Philly Runners
and Wissahickon Wanderers, the official had us line up. It was a cavalcade
of Kevins, which amused me, with Kevin J at pole position, me to his
right, then English Kevin to my right. It's reassuring with so many
unknown factors to have so many people I know here.
The gun sounded and we were off. This was the first, the faster, of
the two 1-mile heats. Having never done this before, I set a goal of 5:30
time, one that was probably attainable, but not easy. Only 13 of us were
in this heat, with 14 in the next. We were pretty bunched at the start, as
we approached two people jogging on the inside lanes, who were apparently
oblivious to the outside world, meaning us, for the past half hour of
preparations. I whistled and clapped at them to get their attention, and
someone else shouted out. One jogger asked if this was a meet, and English
Kevin, in his usual vulgar, sardonic wit, said something about this being a book
club, albeit in much more colorful language. They got out of our way quickly. In retrospect, we must have been a
pretty imposing sight, bearing down on them! But, it did later give me
amusing ideas for a "competitive" book club.
I couldn't see who I led, since I was looking only ahead, but I did
see Kevin J a few steps in front of me. His lead of a few seconds would
gently fluctuate during the race, but I was also in front of others and
widening the lead on them I think. Lap one was quick. I don't recall the
pace, but faster than I planned, although 1/4 miles progress quickly
anyway! There's not much one can do to compensate in such a short race.
Kevin's wife Christine and baby Silas were there shouting for Kevin... but
since that's my name too, I can be an intended recipient!
With a small field, my place in the race seemed secure unless I
falter, although Kevin's lead was increasing on me. Lap 2 and 3 were
similar; I estimated up to a 5 second lead. It's hard to strategize, as
the thing is over so quickly! I think mental fortitude is more important
on distance races, but it doesn't hurt here too! I know I put in the
required training, including on a track for the first time, and could do a
good job.
When do you start your final kick on a mile race? I have no clue. I
did it starting the final straightaway, but realized after the race that I
should have sooner. So noted for next time. I started gaining on Kevin J
when I started kicking, and right after I heard footsteps creeping on me.
I dared not turn around to see who it was -- it's irrelevant anyway -- and
trying to escape phantom runner is good for mental momentum. It would be
interesting to figure which is more of a motivator: trying to catch
someone ahead of you, or trying to escape someone approaching you. I
closed the gap to one second behind Kevin J when I finished, and mystery
man, who turned out to be mystery woman Laura F, was one second behind me.
Kevin J told me that he heard my footsteps behind him and saw my shadow,
which helped him push at the end. Good for him! Phantom woman Laura F
helped me similarly, and, in an odd bit of obstetrical phrasing, I thanked
her for being partially responsible for delivering two Kevins a few
seconds faster.
I broke my 5:30 goal with a time of 5:19.40. Could I have run faster?
Sure, but it was a strong debut, and I doubt I could have improved my
finish more than a few seconds. The mid-80s temperature certainly hindered
things a few seconds. Cooler weather and an earlier kick would have
returned me sooner, but it was a good confidence boost, and a good
validation for the hard training I've been putting in for the past few
months! It was the first time that I broke the 70% mark for age-graded
results! I don't expect it to be my last.
This was to be my last opportunity of the year to set a 5K PR, as my body yearned for rest, and I had to stop denying it! The Roman Run on Kelly Drive was to serve as my coliseum, Sunday, the 12th of November.
The running and cycling in the days leading up to it were to be gentle. Gently, I reminded myself while doing it, like one of the prevalent autumn leaves tenderly gliding to the ground. The reminder served to bolster my confidence, that the requisite hard speed work and other challenging training were already put in. My three year old PR had to fall.
Unfortunately, my stomach and upper back had been bothering me for a day or two. That's almost de rigueur for my stomach, and I wonder if, since I don't outwardly appear nervous anticipating a race, that's how my body manifests it. Oh well. My lower back is never great, but when my upper back hurts, that can be a problem.
The weather forecast two days prior called for cold, rain, and wind. Since I had neither recourse nor control of this, I stopped checking it; it would only aggravate me. The morning prior, I played "Taps" at a Veteran's Day ceremony in perfect race weather. I would have gladly performed out there in cold, rain, and wind, with a nice suit and my trumpet, to get these conditions for the next morning, but somehow that wasn't an option.
I kept Saturday evening quiet and my back was getting a little better when I went to bed. A phone call woke me up at 4:15am! Well, the message did, as my ringer was turned off, and all I heard was the woman saying, "Hi, umm" and pressing redial a couple times. Since my sleep pattern is a bit precarious, I feared that this was all the sleep I'd get... but after a while, I did manage to return to sleep.
Better news greeted me the next morning. Not cold (but humid), no rain, and less wind. Did my normal morning routines plus my vital pre-race routine of soaking my legs in hot water to warm up the muscles. A little stretching and I ran off to Lloyd Hall to pick up my packet. Spoke with Jim, Broad Street Run race director, and Northeast Mike, who were both working the race. Friendly, familiar faces help allay some trepidation I may have with the race, though it was time for some warm-up miles, which I feel I had partially neglected in my 5K race three weeks ago.
Not only were Shanley and Elizabeth S #3 racing, but so were Sue (whose husband was often the oldest racer) and another guy I've seen before who looks a little out of place, with skinny legs and bulky on top. He's deceptively fast though, so when we lined up, I went to him and asked his pace or goal time, but he didn't speak English. I asked, "Espagnol" and he nodded; too bad I never learned Spanish. The only phrase I know, "siempre usa condones," I thought might not be quite relevant or even appropriate. It means "always use condoms."
Jim started the race and my legs felt slightly anguished early on. I knew I was going too fast, but I was scared to slow down. Around the dirt path divergence was long-lost Emily M running with a friend the other way and she shouted out some words of encouragement. I gave her a thumbs up; I try to remain silent when racing... except for some grunts that inevitably escape near the end. It was 5:35 for the initial mile. Way too fast, and my conversation with Craig 20 minutes prior, that the two 5K races I've done well in had too-fast opening miles, reminded me that I told him that I was NOT planning on racing that way today. Never mind! The good news is that if the race were to end there, I knew I could have gone 17 seconds faster for a 1-mile PR.
After the turnaround, Shanley and I saw each other, then Elizabeth, both keeping a strong pace. Most of the rest of my race was filled with various manifestations of pain, but that's what I'm here for. Internal declarations of self-doubt repeatedly traded spots with self-confidence. Like my previous 5K three weeks ago, I decided that no matter where I am, at minute 16:00 I would kick it, and I did, soon after picking off the man who passed me a minute or two before. My head was starting to hurt a little and I wondered how much I was overloading my circuitry. I knew it would be close here. Potential Olympian Jenae and I passed each other around the start of Boathouse Row, and as I was racing and she wasn't, it might be the only time passing each other that I was running harder than her! I couldn't yet make out the finish clock but I did see -- and hear, shouting his encouragement -- Craig. I want this. If there was anything good about the race three weeks ago, it's that I realized I can mentally compensate for a physical weakness.
It was 18:25 when I crossed the finish line. Bam, I got it. A 10-second PR (30 seconds faster than the 5K three weeks prior) and I knew I got over 70% age-graded time. Somewhat lacking the strength or coordination to do it myself, I let the lady pull off the tear-tag and I hobbled out of the chute. My kingdom for a place to sit, and I don't recall if it was on a bench or a curb, but it was still expending less energy than standing. Cradling my face in my hands with very labored breathing compelled a guy near me (non-racer, but involved with the race) to ask if I was okay. Extending my non-talking beyond the race, I gave him a thumbs up. He asked if I needed water, but I waved him off. I wanted, but I'll get that myself in a moment. He said in a friendly way something about leaving me alone. I didn't mind him talking, as long as it didn't obligate me to reply! I got up for some water and then went to meet Craig. Next up was Shanley in a strong finish, then Elizabeth with a pace that pleasantly surprised her when I calculated it... and this after running the loop for her first time the day prior! It was over 30 seconds faster than my predicted time for her (which she didn't know). I told Shanley that she (Shanley) probably placed, but she disagreed. We all chatted for a while, but since the awards ceremony was delayed, they had to leave.
Shortly into the awards ceremony, Shanley was called for her division! When I went up to retrieve her medal, I assured them that I'm not her (they laughed) but that she had departed. It was gratifying to have my friend win and accept it on her behalf. Soon after, I was up again, to collect my third place division medal. I assured them that this one was mine. They laughed again... easy crowd; must have been all that beer that they provided to adult racers (really!), and then they took my photo. He told me to stay up there for any other awards people didn't claim, but I escaped.
Of the five races this year (tying my record from 2001, my first year running), this 18:25.23 (5:55.7 pace) was the only one of the four 5K races (the other was my first miler in August, which went well) that I was very pleased with. Considering the calculated training I did for short races this year, I thought I would physically be able to race this faster, but my attempt three weeks ago compelled me not go for sub-18, but simply PR. I suppose that since all the calculated training can give you a quantitative measure of your physical attempts, that's what one focuses on, but I didn't give myself enough credit for the mental improvements. This latter was, in my opinion, more responsible for this triumphant race. That's my race swan song of the year, but from it, I know I'm competitive again. Boston awaits.
I flew back from Boston the day after the Marathon. Race conditions weren't nearly as apocalyptic as they had forewarned (even though they were still calling it Monsoon Monday), though I still have the ominous weather advisory they handed out at the expo. Still not pleasant, but I went in to RACE (if conditions were too bad, it would have just been a run). The hilly course didn't faze me much; I'm a good uphill runner, and I trained up & down on the steep Lemon Hill loop near me. It was my body that killed me. My stomach gave me minor issues soon into the race (actually, it was attempting to assert its independence even as I was lining up). This is usually my biggest concern, and I had a very minor cramp (I don't think it impacted me much), though more disconcerting was that I knew I had to find a porto-potty (bushes wouldn't be sufficient), yet I never felt like I was "ready" to go. My left quadriceps starting bothering me intensely between miles 4 and 6, and later on my lower-mid back was hurting.
My bus got us there later than expected and didn't let us out until about 25-30 minutes before the race, so I hadn't time to stretch or warm-up like those from earlier buses, since I needed to change to some dry clothes (it was raining again) and get to the gear check and to the corral before they drop the corral barricades and the slower racers mix in. THAT was a major negative. I had about 1 mile warm-up while wearing extra stuff to keep me warm and dry, but my body needs about 4.
Still, while the 1st 5k progressed almost exactly how it should (actually, a bit slower due to the expected congestion at the start, and then getting into my groove), during the 2nd 5k I was already hurting, yet I successfully managed the perfect desired pace, and still very close with the 3rd 5k in what was plenty of pain. At the half-marathon mark (21.1k), I was off my goal pace, but remarkably still on target for my fastest marathon. Things really started falling apart then, and I had to walk a LOT, in part because of my stomach and both quads. I took only one energy gel the entire race, though I had four on me. This was a problem since I needed more energy than just the Gatorade I took at some water stops, but I didn't think my stomach could tolerate more, despite accepting them fine in training. There were plenty of spectators handing out orange wedges, and I could fortunately handle one at a time.
But it became more of a Boston Death March for me, especially since I felt like I was toast at around mile 10 or 11. Kissed 1 or 2 of the Wellesley Girls at midway obeying their famous sign-invitations traditions, which I probably would -not- have done were I racing, but by this time I knew it wouldn't happen that day (the fact that I don't recall if I kissed 1 or 2 tells a lot about my condition!). By around mile 17 or 18, I couldn't run more than a mile or so without stopping to walk (my lungs were fine, though), which I did when I took water or Gatorade. Though tempting, I never took any beer that was offered! I did get three compliments on my shoelaces (I put on a red one when I signed up for Philly Marathon 2005, and now a "radioactive" yellow one, too).
I counted, and this was my 21st race, and no doubt my worst performance based on my capability. Still, I found out some things which I wouldn't have, had I done well. The most inspiring, even amongst the two wheelchair competitors I passed struggling to get up hills and the below-the-knee amputee, was all the support I received from the amazing Boston crowds. They cheer for anyone, but if you're struggling and walking, they are all pulling for you. And if that convinces you to resume running? Their "mission" of propelling you having proven successful, they go WILD! I admit, there were a couple times that I resumed running sooner because of them. Thank you, Boston.
Finally, going uphill around mile 25, my left quads started spasming a bit. Not good, but I calmly stopped off to the side and stretched them a bit, then resumed. Spasms were gone. Shortly after that, I actually felt a little better, despite the 1 x 1.5cm blister on my 4th left toe (which won't stop me) I uncovered later. My stomach was "settling" a bit, the stretching helped, or perhaps it could partly be attributed to the swelling crowds, but I was finally able to pick up the pace. I noticed others walking in pain, and also heard the spectators, effectively our fans, encouraging them in their Bostonian accents. "You've come too fahh to give up now!" one shouted to another runner in pain. Of all the people who passed me before, I certainly must have passed a hundred in the last mile. I was glad it was over, but considering I wanted to end it 15 miles ago, I am satisfied I toughed it out for 3:42:04, about 37 minutes slower than planned. I'm impressed I was able to hold my pace as long as I did during the first half, considering the pain. Taking into account how many minutes I walked, the latter miles (when I was actually running) were probably still a decent pace. After the race, when I exited the train for my friend's place (3 miles from the finish), rather than walking the two uphill blocks to her home, I procrastinated by staying and cheering for the current racers. Some of them saw my finisher's medal and congratulated me. I shouted that there's one waiting for them with their names on it, and they just need another three miles and I want them to claim it! I hope they did.
It just wasn't in me on Marathon Monday, but I know it's there waiting for my next race.
The Run For Clean Air 5K was my first ever race, back in 2001 when there were about 600 finishers. I had been running only a few months before, and was pleasantly surprised when I surpassed my goal time. I've missed the race only twice since: once when I was injured, and last year when I was about to race Boston Marathon. This time, there would be 1,485 finishers.
In the days leading up to a race, I get hit on occasion with pangs of apprehension, and sometimes have stomach problems, perhaps a manifestation of the former. This time, I decided to embrace it rather than trying to fend it off. When I had time, I lay on my bed with the lights off and imagined myself racing. Summoning all that psychology education, I used self-guided imagery to place myself at the race that morning. I was intimately familiar with the course, making it easier. I briefly felt my pulse a couple times, and I'm sure it was 100-120. I must be pretty convincing!
I had slept fairly well leading up to the race, which is often a concern of mine (along with my temperamental stomach). I wake 2 hours before a nearby race, since it allows me 20-30 minutes to soak my legs in hot water to loosen them up and have sufficient time for 3-4 warm-up miles plus stretching. I know what my body needs. The alarm was for 7 (an hour before I normally wake), but I woke without it at 6:30, then just rested in bed for a while. All I ingested was apple juice and water, but took a gel with me to consume 30 minutes before the race.
Weather was moderately warm (I do well in that), partly sunny, fairly dry, and minimal wind. Good conditions, and a perfect contrast to my Boston Marathon one year ago! I found Seth, ran a couple miles and took the gel, then chatted with some friends to allay my nervousness. Teammates Sebastiaan and Ron joined me for a final easy mile, then I changed into my Philly Runners race tank-top. I drank some water and lined up near some teammates who I thought would slightly beat me in this race, as I'm never in peak form in the spring.
I changed my race strategy the previous night. Rather than trying for even or slightly negative splits, I set to go fast for mile 1, and try to hold that for another 1/2 mile. For my fastest 5K races, I had gone out at what seemed like a too-fast pace for mile 1, and though I slowed for mile 2, I was rewarded with a good race time. I had recently read that a fast mile 1 is a viable 5K strategy. My goal was around 19 minutes. A little above and I wouldn't complain much. In 2006, I ran 19:25, 10 seconds faster than 2005. I was hoping to continue 10 seconds faster per year, so around 19:05 this time.
At the gun, I was slightly boxed in as usual, but figured it was keeping me from shooting out like a cannon. I saw Rick ahead, Wesner at times, and Helen caught me and said hi. While Helen is quick (and would end up winning the female division), I was wondering if this was a bit too fast for her. I asked what she had for breakfast, since it obviously was propelling her fast! Mile 1 was 5:47, which ironically is the exact pace I need to break 18 minutes, my ultimate goal. I was 2-3 seconds behind gun time. I would have been content anywhere between 5:40 and 6:10 or so. I was slowly passing some people, and at the turnaround saw that I was maintaining pace pretty closely. The next few minutes involved some racers cheering for me by name while we passed in opposite directions, which is always a boost, even if I can't reciprocate (I may grunt "hey" or hold up a hand if I can). Mile 2 was 11:54 or so, I think. Okay, that's 6:07 pace, 20 seconds slower, but not a cause for concern. Mile 2 is usually the slowest. At around 2.5 I overtook teammate Kevin B. audibly struggling. I called out, trying to encourage him. I know that agony, and respect it.
As I have with my past few 5K races, I decided that no matter where I was, at 16:00 I needed to kick it, and I did. I wasn't nearly frothing at the mouth like when I set my PR in November 2006, but I was pushing. One time, during a race on the same course, I misjudged the distance at the next-to-last straightaway and thought I was closer to the finish, so I eased up a bit. Not this time. I was almost certain for the past mile that I'd finish under 19, but a PR contention was possible! I did spy teammate Rick up ahead, but wasn't looking at my watch. I was just delivering, and when I finally saw the clock in the distance, I didn't think I would break the PR, but I was not finished. Bring it in!
18:29.2 chip time. wow. Wow! Not a PR; 4 seconds slower, but this annihilated every other spring race I've ever done. It's a Spring 5K PR... by 56 seconds! I was spent, but not as extreme as my other races of similar time. I give Kevin B. some credit for my race, as he's pushed me during the club runs the past couple months. This instills in me much confidence to break that elusive 17:59 goal of mine in several months, as I usually gain a full minute on a 5K from spring to fall!
I hobbled around for just a minute or two, then went to Seth to retrieve my camera for some race shots, and Rick and I met up. These big races are almost reunions of sorts, as there are people I haven't seen in a while.
Results were posted piecemeal, but found that Wesner was 14th (and won a division award), Rick was 17th and I was 19th. Helen, Joe, and Kevin B. weren't far behind. I then eagerly awaited the awards ceremony to see if we won the male division. Local television meteorologist "Hurricane" Schwartz was presenting, and they announced the individual winners, and then the team winner. We won! Five of us went to claim our medals and prize.
I finally took some of the ice-cream they served post-race! One of my favorite foods, I rarely imbibe, but I always give myself blanket permission for any food post-race. As I often do, I hung around to absorb it all, talked to friends, recounted the race, and took a few extra apples when they cleaned up, then thanked some of the sponsors for being a part of the race (I'm surprised at how often they aren't thanked), then I walked over to the club to say hi and show our hardware. It's always nice to share it with your team, training partners, and club. This is a great start to the running season!
Philadelphia Distance Run race report (Sep
18, 2005)
"The Prose of the Modern Half-Mar' Runner"
Writing this is one of the things that helps me to relax. Plus, I
think this is the only way of beating Ed to be the first to write a RR.
William Shakespeare, in Julius Caesar
as quoted by my teammate Helen
Philadelphia Marathon race report (Nov 20,
2005)
"The Rime of the Modern Mar' Runner"
It's nice to race a marathon in your backyard.
Run For Clean Air race report (Apr 16,
2006)
Run 4 Your Life 5K race report (June 18,
2006)
Wissahickon Wanderers Distance Track Meet
race report (Aug 22, 2006)
Roman Run race report (Nov 12, 2006)
That noise you hear is my 3 year old 5K PR shattering... or crying, as a 3 year old is wont to do
Boston Marathon race report (Apr 16, 2007)
Run For Clean Air race report (Apr 19,
2008)