Monday, July 16, 2018

Training log - Week ending 7/15/2018

This week was 34 miles of running, 16 "miles" of pool-running, and 3000 yards of swimming -- training log is here.

The highlight of the week was my matched pair of mile races on Saturday night.  Those, plus an Iwo Jima hill workout on Wednesday, were my only quality of the week.

I actually wasn't too beaten up on Sunday, which I think is a result of being out of shape.  For a mile, you have to be in good mile fitness in order to run it hard enough to hurt, both during and after the race.  If you're out of shape, it just doesn't take that much out of you.  It's the exact opposite of a marathon in that sense, since marathons hurt more if you're not trained well.

No track for me this week, and that will continue for another 2 weeks.  Instead, I'll stick with hills, moderate runs, and road mile races.  And a whatever mentality to training.

I'm not under any illusions that this is an optimal way to train in the short term - if I really cared about my race performances in the next few weeks, I'd be hitting the track, doing progression runs, and keeping all of my other runs at a crawl.  But I think a few weeks of "what-the-heck" are a really good investment in the long term.  I'm keeping a moderate level of fitness up and having some fun while avoiding structured/timed workouts - a mental break.  

I'm already missing those workouts, which is a good thing.  By the time I return to the track, I'll be really eager and emotionally fresh, which will set me up well for training that will last from August-September (shorter stuff) through my training cycle for CIM in December.


Dailies

Monday: Yoga and 8 "miles" of pool-running in the morning, plus foam rolling.  

Tuesday: 9 miles very easy (9:16) plus drills and strides.  Then upper body strengthwork and core.  Foam rolling in afternoon..


Wednesday
10 miles, including 6 hill repeats (~550m up, then ~200m jog, ~200m stride, and ~150m jog down to base of hill). Followed with injury prevention work and 1000 yards easy swimming. Foam rolling at night.

Thursday
 Strengthwork and core plus 8 "miles" of pool-running in the morning.  Foam rolling at night.

Friday: 8 miles very easy (9:28) plus drills and strides.  Followed with DIY yoga. Later did another mile to test a different pair of shoes.  Foam rolling at night.

Saturday: In the morning, DIY yoga.    In the evening, 3 mile warm-up, and then a mile race in 5:52.  Another mile shakeout, and then another mile race in 5:53.


Sunday:  Yoga and 2000 yards of swimming  Foam rolling at night.

Sunday, July 15, 2018

Race Report: Fredericksburg Downtown Mile Race for CASA, July 14, 2018

I ran the Fredericksburg Downtown Mile for CASA last night (twice) in 5:52 and 5:53.  The first race was at 6:15 pm in the women's over 40 heat; I then doubled back an hour later in the open heat.

So...I'm consistent, at least.

I really like to race just after coming off of a break.  To me, it's an especially pure and fun kind of racing, since you're free of the expectations imposed by training.  You just get out there and see what happens.

I also really like road miles, and wish there were more of them.  So...when I saw that there was a road mile in Fredericksburg, a scant 50 or so miles away, entering was an easy choice.  Fredericksburg is a lot closer than Pittsburgh, which was the last time I raced a road mile.

Of course, it's been a year since I've last raced the mile, and I've trained for and run three marathons in the space between.   But, I'm planing on focusing on this distance for the next few months, with the goal of placing well at the US Masters Road Mile Champs in Michigan in late August, and then hopefully PRing at the 5th Avenue Mile in early September.  So it made a lot of sense to just jump in and race this distance, and get familiar with it again.  It's the ripping a band-aid off approach to life.

***

The drive down to Fredericksburg sucked.  Because it involved I-95 in Northern Virginia, of course.  I had originally planned to drive down earlier in the day, and hang out in Fredericksburg and run some errands there (I could drop stuff off at the UPS store and buy non-perishables as easily there as I could here).  But, after seeing the traffic reports, I decided to hang out at home and wait until the early afternoon, when the worst of the southbound traffic had passed.

Note to self - not a great idea.  Because while the traffic was better on a whole in the afternoon, the toll express lanes switched from southbound to northbound.  I would have been better off just leaving earlier, and using the toll lanes.  So now I know for next time.

Just slightly less than 2 hours after leaving home (yes, ~2 hours for ~50 miles), I pulled into the Golds Gym of Fredricksburg, where I took 30 minutes to foam roll and stretch everything from the car ride before heading over to the race site to pick up my bib.  Actually bibs.  I had entered two heats just in case I felt like running both, but each heat required a separate bib.  So I pinned one on and dropped the other off at my car, hoping I'd have the presence of mind to remember to switch if I ran both heats.

***

Then I warmed up by jogging 3 miles, mostly easy, but with about a quarter mile pretty hard.  As part of my warm-up, I jogged the course twice to get a feel for it.  It rolled a fair bit, with a gentle downhill start followed by a solid climb in the second quarter.  Then do a 180 around a very small island in the road, and back down and then up again, before turning left to kick it in over the final 200 meters.

Strides, drills, chat with others, make new friends, more strides, and then we lined up.  I set my Garmin to autolap every quarter mile.  Not because I'd be checking splits during the race, but so that I had them after.  Also, since this road mile wasn't marked in between the start and finish lines, I knew I'd find the buzzing of the Garmin every quarter helpful.

***

The start of the race was a bit awkward.  They were attempting to time the start with a traffic light at some point down the course - I'm guessing for traffic flow purposes.  What this meant was that the gun was supposed to go off right after the light changed to green.  However, some of us (myself included) misinterpreted the instructions to mean we were supposed to start when the light turned green.  Thus,a false start.  After being called back to the line, we waited through another cycle of the light.  And then the light turned green and THEN the gun went off, and we were off.

As is pretty normal for me, I was dropped in the first 200m.  I knew that the downhill start would suck people out, and so I wanted to hang back a little before starting to build.  By the end of the first quarter, I was in second, around 5 seconds behind the first woman.    I decided to stay in contact with her, and then pull ahead when she started to struggle on the uphill in the last quarter.

So I pursued, running the uphill a bit more aggressively than I would have liked, but I never got closer than 2 seconds behind her.  And then we hit the last quarter, and it was I who started to struggle while she pulled ahead.  She won, leading wire-to-wire (major kudos for that), while I tied up in the last 200 meters.

As I approached the clock, I saw it counting into the 5:5x, and thought "that can't be right."  But it was.

***

After sitting and collecting myself for a few minutes, I went back to my car to grab my second bib.  I was still undecided on whether I was up for round 2, but I could jog a bit and then decide.  I also decided to change shoes, from my new Adidas Sub-2s to my much loved Adidas Takumi Sens.  This was as close as I would get to doing an apples-to-apples comparison of the two.

After jogging a mile, I decided to go for the second heat.  My legs were heavy and stiff, but how I feel before a race isn't a good indicator of how I'll feel during the race.  And it was also fun to try just as an experiment to see how I handled back-to-back races, in case it was helpful in the future.

So, I did EVEN MORE drills and strides, we lined up, and we were off.   Again.

The second race was, unsurprisingly, much like the first.  I was dropped and then worked my way up through people.  The fact that it was a mixed open heat meant that there were more people in the heat, which meant more people to start out ahead of me, and then be passed.  By the turnaround, I was third woman, with the first two women a good 8-10 seconds ahead.

I felt much better during the final quarter this time around, and was able to open up and hammer home.  The result?  5:53 and third woman.  And at least this time seeing 5:5x wasn't that much of a shock.

***

Splits for the two races were:

Heat 1: 85/91/83/90 (+2 seconds - Garmin claimed course was slightly long)
Heat 2: 87/95/84/88 (Garmin said course was right on - 1.0 miles)

Since I was using Garmin's autolap, and GPS isn't perfect, there's unquestionably some range of error included in these splits.  And no, the fact that my Garmin measured the course as 1.02 the first time and 1.0 the second doesn't mean that the course was magically reset between heats, or that the circumference of the earth is continually changing, or that I somehow didn't run the tangents.  It just shows that Garmins have a range of error, and are not perfect.

***

I found it really interesting that, despite running essentially the same time twice, the second race felt much better.  I think that this was in part the shoe change - the Takumi Sens just feel so much better at mile pace than the sub-2s do.  It might also be because I always feel best in the last rep of a workout, or because it was cooler for the second heat.

Or, as my coach pointed out, because I went out slower in the second heat....

I think the answer is all of the above.  So in my next mile race, I'm going to use my Takumi Sens.  I'll also warm up a bit more thoroughly - doing more than one hard 400 before the race.  And of course, I'll try to start slower.

Other notes:


  • I'll confess I had naive hopes that I'd be able to run faster - I knew I wasn't going to PR, but I had felt surprisingly quick during the two Iwo Jima hill workouts that I've done since my post-marathon break.  My thought was that the leg speed I noted during the hill workouts would combine with all that marathon fitness and strength into a decent mile performance.  Nope.  Instead I ran a pair of personal worsts for the distance.  My take-away is that the strength needed to race the mile well is different from marathon strength.  Marathon strength meant that I could run the mile twice all out with equivalent performances.  But it didn't help me power through either individual race.  Noted.
  • The above does not mean, BTW, that I regret doing this race.  I'm really happy I did it.  It was a lot of fun and now I've got my feel back for this distance.  I also now know what my current fitness is.  I don't like where I am, fitness-wise, but that's what training is for.
  • Temps were 88 degrees for the first heat, and 82 for the second.  Hot, but I don't think it affected my performance.
  • I wore my singlet instead of a sportsbra, despite the heat, to see if it would bother me any.  Truth is, it's much easier to pin a number to a singlet than to my shorts (which I have to do if I wear a sports bra).  And...I was definitely much less comfortable in the singlet.  But I also don't think it affected my performance any.  For a longer race in the heat, I definitely need to stay with the sports bra.
  • I'm allergic to something in Fredericksburg.  My eyes started watering and I started sneezing during my warm-up there, and almost 24 hours later my eyes are still puffy and I'm congested.  I have no idea what it is, though.
  • It kills me that I liked the Takumi Sens so much more than the Sub-2s.  I had really hoped that the Sub-2s would replace my Takumi Sens, since the latter shoes are over 3 years old, and have proven impossible to replace.  But, I only have 150 miles on the Takumi Sens so far, and they are Adidas Boost, which seems to last forever.  So maybe I can just use them for a few more years, if I save them for road miles.


Monday, July 9, 2018

Training log - Week ending 7/8/2018

This week was 55 miles of running, 17 "miles" of pool-running, and 3000 yards of swimming -- training log is here.

I started to get back into things with my first "real" workout on Friday - Iwo Jima hills.  It's a loop course with each loop being 2/3rds of a mile.  We run reasonably hard uphill (though the focus is on power not speed) for a bit less than 2 minutes, jog slowly to recover and reset, followed by a 30-35 second downhill stride to work on turnover before more downhill jogging to the start of the next loop.  It's not intended to be a continuous aerobic workout, though it does have some aerobic benefit.  It's more for power and speed development, as an off-season thing.  

It is possible to turn this workout into an undulating tempo-ish thing by running the recoveries too fast and not varying the pace of the workout too much.   However, I'm intentionally switching gears and focusing on road miles for the next two months or so. Thus, speed development is my priority, so I was careful to keep the recoveries very slow so I could focus fully on each hard/fast part, per my coach's guidance for this workout.

As part of my gear switching for the rest of the summer, with my coach's approval I'm also going to be limiting my long runs to no more than 12 miles, and avoiding marathon pace during the run.  I've done a ton of marathon pace work this year, and there's really no need for me to touch on that pace again until training for CIM starts in September.

At the same time, I very rarely run at "moderate pace" (for me, that's usually 7:30-7:45-ish - I also refer to this as "aerobic" running).  While my coach includes moderate running in some schedules on the day after track intervals, I've always just subbed in easy running instead (with his approval).  This is not because there aren't benefits from training at moderate/aerobic pace, but rather because I've learned I can't run at that pace on a non-workout day and be recovered in time for the next workout.   You can't benefit from your training if you're not recovering sufficiently.

However, I do think that there is fitness to be gained by doing some running at that pace, and if I'm not doing a long marathon training run, I can just sub in a moderate pace run of medium distance instead on that day, treating that run as one of my 2-3 workouts for the week.


Dailies


Monday: Yoga and 8.5 "miles" of pool-running in the morning, plus foam rolling.  

Tuesday: 11 miles, including 8 short hill strides of 60-70 strides each, with 2:30 jogging downhill recovery.  Followed with lower body injury prevention work and 1150 yards of swimming.   Sports massage in afternoon.


Wednesday: 8 miles very easy (9:19) to yoga, yoga, and then another 4 miles very easy (9:14) plus drills and strides and foam rolling


Thursday
 Strengthwork and core plus 8.5 "miles" of pool-running in the morning.  Foam rolling at night.

Friday: 10 miles, including 6 hill repeats (~550m up, then ~200m jog, ~200m stride, and ~150m jog down to base of hill). Followed with injury prevention work and 1150 yards easy swimming. Foam rolling at night.

Saturday: 10 miles easy (9:04) plus drills, strides, and upper body weights/core.  Foam rolling in the afternoon.


Sunday:  12 miles aerobic (7:43).  Followed with lower body injury prevention work and 700 yards of swimming.  Foam rolling at night.

Sunday, July 1, 2018

Training Log - Week ending 7/1/2018

This week was 52 miles of running, 16 "miles" of pool-running, and 1000 yards of swimming -- training log is here.

Pretty boring.  Just relaxed running, pool-running, and yoga, with a bit of weights work.  And also catching up with all those routine appointments - mammography, bloodwork for physical, routine follow-ups with specialists, etc.  

I've learned to schedule all that stuff for either late-June or mid-December -- those are the two times of year that I can be sure that I'm not tapering or racing.  This is because I've discovered the hard way that when you schedule a doctor's appointment or exam a year or so in advance and then later (much later) decide to race that same week, it's about impossible to reschedule the appointment.  

It's much better just to plan way ahead and book that stuff for a week when you're pretty sure you won't be doing anything of significance, running-wise.  The downside is that you end up with everything compressed into a week dedicated to poking and prodding and scanning and boob-squishing.

And fasting.  Having my breasts crushed by a big machine in a pink room really doesn't bug me that much, but goddammit I hate fasting.

Running-wise, recovery goes well.  I'm a bit more tired and sore than I was after Boston, but much less than I was after Hartford last year.  Which supports my theory that, for myself at least, my marathon recovery is directly and strongly affected by the temperature of the race.  The cooler the race, the quicker the recovery.

As part of phasing stuff back in, I added post-run drills early this week, and then strides at the end of the week.  The drills felt awkward at first, and then smoother later in the week.  The strides were similarly rough, but I expect a similar improvement curve.

I'm still sticking with my MO of only doing what I want to do when I wake up each morning.  Of course, that doesn't look that different from my normal routine.  Which is probably why I don't have trouble following my normal routine.

In other news, I received my Moose Mug this week.  The Moose Mug is a tradition dating back a long time, to the Runners World Online Forums ("RWOL"). The forums are no more, but two traditions remain: the writings of the dearly missed Jim2, and the Moose Mug.  The latter is a custom mug offered to any forumite who could run a marathon faster than 2 hours plus their age (if male) or 2 hours and 20 minutes plus their age, if female.  

I joined the RWOL forums as a very new runner, and a Moose Mug was a holy grail.  My 3:02:58 at Grandma's earned me my Moose Mug, and it's going to occupy prime real estate on the trophy shelf.

Dailies


Monday: Yoga and 8 "miles" of pool-running in the morning, plus foam rolling.  

Tuesday: 9 miles very easy (9:14) plus drills and some strengthwork, then foam rolling.

Wednesday: 6 miles very easy (9:11) to yoga, yoga, and then another 4 miles very easy (9:21) plus drills.  Foam rolling at night


Thursday
 Strengthwork and core plus 8 "miles" of pool-running in the morning.  Foam rolling at night.

Friday: 5 miles very easy (9:09) to yoga, yoga, and then another 5 miles very easy (9:01) plus drills and strides.

Saturday: 10 miles easy (9:04) plus drills, strides, and upper body weights/core.  Foam rolling in the afternoon.


Sunday:  12.5 miles - most of this run was very easy (9:11 pace), but I did a slight progression at the end, running 8:06/7:35/7:17/7:17 for the last 4 miles.  Followed with lower body injury prevention work and 1000 yards of swimming.  Foam rolling at night.

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Training Log - Week ending 6/24/18

This week was 6 miles of running, 30 "miles" of pool-running, and 4000 yards of swimming -- training log is here.

First recovery week post-marathon. 

The rule was to do nothing intense for the first week post- marathon, and to only do what I wanted to do each morning.  For the first days, that was social pool-running.  Then, on Wednesday, I decided I felt like going to yoga, so I did that for a few days, before adding in some swimming.

I didn't put any clock on when I would start running again - basically I'd wait until I wanted to run again, then wait a few more days, and then run.  As it turned out, I started missing running on Thursday afternoon, so I went for a run on Sunday.

As for how I felt?  I was pretty tired for the first part of the week, and needed tons of sleep.  On Wednesday, I "only" got slightly less than 8 hours, and felt like I had gotten 4. By the weekend, I was feeling more normal, though I know I'm not even close to recovered.

The nausea that I experienced pre-race reoccurred this week, which was concerning both because nausea is never a good thing and because it interfered with my consumption of junk food.  Fortunately I already have a doctors appointment this week (I check in with my rheumatologist every 6 months to make sure we're staying on top of my auto-immune stuff) so I can just raise this there. 

[but I am annoyed that I didn't get to eat all my junk food this week.  At least there's always next week.]

Sunday's run felt better than expected, but then again, I had very low expectations.  I was a bit sluggish, but not too bad, and nothing hurts.  

I'm still going to keep stuff low key for the next two weeks as part of my work towards "shedding excess fitness."  I really do want to run a fast marathon at the end of this year, and the best way to accomplish that is to make sure I'm fully recharged now, both mentally and physically.  Take the one step back now to set up for two or more steps forward in the fall.

As for the obvious question of "why don't you just take a total break from all working out for a few weeks?"  Well - there's two reasons why not.  

The first is that the older you get, the harder it is to return from a complete break.  You don't just lose fitness, you lose your ability to handle the work, and become injury prone.  

The second reason is that forced complete rest is not restful or regenerative.  It's just another type of stress.  (especially if you telecommute full time, and going for a run or to yoga or the pool is the only time you leave the house for the day.)  Sometimes full rest is  necessary to end an injury cycle, but in any other situation, I believe that moderate fun activity is better recovery for body and mind.

For these reasons, it's better to pull back, and spend a few weeks doing only activities that I enjoy when I feel like doing them.




Dailies


Monday: 7.5 "miles" of pool-running in the morning.  

Tuesday: 7 "miles" of pool-running mid-day.

Wednesday: Yoga in the morning; sports massage in afternoon.


Thursday
 Yoga and 7.5 "miles" of pool-running in the morning; foam rolling at night.

Friday: Foam rolling, yoga, and 2000 yards of swimming.

Saturday: 8 "miles" of pool-running, upper body weights/core, and DIY yoga.  Also foam rolling.


Sunday:  6 miles very easy (9:19), lower body injury prevention work, and 2000 yards of swimming.  Foam rolling at night.

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Training log - Week ending 6/17/18

This week was 43 miles of running and 11 "miles" of pool-running -- training log is here.

Just a placeholder for my final week before Grandma's.  All the interesting stuff was in my previous post - the race report.


Dailies


Monday: Very light upper body weights/core, DIY yoga, and 6 "miles" of pool-running.  Foam rolling at night.

Tuesday: 8.5 miles, including a 3 mile warm-up (8:26), then a track workout of 4x800 in 2:59, 3:01, 2:58, 2:52.   2.5 mile cool-down (9:01)  Followed with light injury prevention work.  Foam rolling at night.

Wednesday: 5.5 miles very easy (8:50) plus drills/strides, light upper body weights/core, and DIY yoga.  Foam rolling in evening.

Thursday
 Travel in the morning.  DIY yoga and some tennis-balling/use of the stick in the evening.

Friday: 2 miles very easy (8:56), plus DIY yoga and some tennis-balling/use of the stick.

Saturday: Half mile warm-up and then a marathon in 3:02:58 (6:59 pace).

Sunday:  Travel, then 5 "miles" pool-running with the belt.  Foam rolling in afternoon.

Monday, June 18, 2018

Race Report: Grandma's Marathon, June 16, 2018

I ran Grandma's Marathon yesterday, finishing in 3:02:58 - good for a marathon PR.

Finally.

The weekend got off to a less than auspicious start when I woke at 5 am on Thursday morning to a text alert that my 8:45 am flight had been delayed by 75 minutes.  When flights are delayed by over an hour with that much notice, it's a good indication that the flight might not leave at all.  Additionally, since my teammate Juan (on a different flight) and I had planned to meet at MSP to drive up to Duluth together, and the car reservation was in my name, my late arrival was going to be mighty inconvenient.

Fortunately, a bit of scrambling got me onto one of the last seats on Juan's flight so that was a crisis averted.  We landed with plenty of time to grab the car, eat Chipotle, and drive to Duluth.

This is why I never fly the day before a marathon.

(except for Hartford)

This is my fourth year in a row doing either Grandma's Marathon or the Garry Bjorklund Half, and so I've got the logistics down.  Fly in Thursday to MSP, and drive up to Duluth; stay at the University of Minnesota - Duluth dorm rooms, race Saturday, fly out of MSP early Sunday morning.   I've flown into Duluth before, but it's just too risky in terms of missed connections since there are no non-stop flights between DC and Duluth.  It's far safer to fly into MSP.  And the UMD dorms are a fantastic value for the weekend, if you can live with shared bathrooms, no air conditioning, and a lack of black-out curtains.  The last point is the only real downside for me - sunset is late in Duluth in June, since it's so far north.

Once in Duluth, my world devolved to revolve around weather-checking and eating/drinking.  Neither went smoothly.

I was nauseous on Thursday afternoon and it got worse the more I drank on Thursday night - enough so that it interfered with my sleep.  I could barely eat or drink anything Friday morning - not good since I was 24 hours out.  My stomach settled a bit later and I was able to eat a decent lunch (Chipotle) that sat well.  But after drinking some more coconut water, the nausea returned.  I couldn't eat without wanting to throw up, and plain water wasn't going to stay down either.

I don't get nauseous when I'm anxious, so I was fairly sure this wasn't was pre-race nerves.  Perhaps just too many carbs? 

Some quick googling confirmed that this had to be menopause kicking in at just the wrong time (since I'm in my mid-40s and on oral contraceptives, this was more likely than pregnancy).

And then I considered some more, and realized that the nausea was perfectly correlated with consumption of the coconut water I had bought at the local grocery store.  I stopped sipping the coconut water and that evening my stomach settled for good. Just in time for tomorrow's race.

I skipped my normal pre-race "dinner" of Ucan and coconut water that night - the coconut water was obviously not going to work and unflavored Ucan mixed with tap water was too gross to stomach.  I'd have to rely on my normal pre-long run breakfast and a multitude of gels, plus yesterday's lunch.  However, I was able to down a massive bottle of Evian water (1.5 liters) over Friday night, and by the time I woke on Saturday my urine was the right color and I was literally cleared to run.

Not ideal, but it was where I was, so I went with it.  The good news was that my legs had felt fantastic during my shakeout even after skipping breakfast, so there was that.

***

The weather forecast for race morning was as volatile as my digestive tract.  Earlier in the week it had looked warm - starting in the low 60s and ending in the high 60s, and humid.  Not great, but better than Boston (admittedly a really low bar).  But the closer we got to race day, the more the likelihood of storms grew.

It rained on and off on Friday morning, and then impressive storms passed through in the afternoon, cancelling the children's race.  Thunder boomed through the dorm, and parts of Duluth flooded.  Some forecasts were for another round of storms on Saturday morning around 8 am - raising the question of whether the race start might be delayed, or in the absolute worst case cancelled

Other than the storms, there was no consensus on the weather.  Checking local media forecasts for race day weather in Duluth and Two Harbors (the race start) indicated a range of temperatures from the low 50s to the high 60s.  It might rain, or it might be dry.  And no one agreed on the wind direction.  Oh well.  At least it would be both warmer than the Boston Marathon and cooler than recent weather in DC, so there was that small comfort.

I went to bed planning for the worst.

***

I woke to cool misty temperatures.  Like a dream, if you're the kind of person who dreams about spending a lot of money to get to Duluth so you can wake up early to get on a schoolbus while wearing a sportsbra.

After my long run breakfast (which sat well, thankfully) and some stretching, Juan and I met in front of our rooms at 5:45 am to get on the bus to Two Harbors.  It was reminiscent of Boston two months ago.  Except for the better weather and the fact that the UMD dorms, though nice, are not the Four Seasons.

I was fine with the tradeoff.  (though I missed our Boston Wave 1 teammates Larry and Chris)

When we arrived in Two Harbors, I asked a race official if there were still storms in the forecast.  She confirmed that they were out of the picture, though it might rain some.  I gave it a bit of thought, and decided to go with sportsbra, arm-coolers, and my running rain cap.

***

In past marathons, I've generally started cold, with just one or two 50 meter jogs to confirm everything is snug and nothing will chafe.  I've also generally started each marathon with an 8 minute mile.

This time, I decided to experiment a bit with a very short warm-up before this race - just half a mile, with a brief stride at the end.  Followed by chewing a few shot bloks to top off any glycogen I had just burned.  I didn't think this would take much out of me, and my hope was that if I was just slightly warmed up, I would be more limber and have a faster first mile for the same effort level.  Basically bonus time off of my final marathon time.

So I did my warm-up, such as it was, and noted that the wind would be at our backs.  Wow, this just got better and better.

Excited, I lined up for the start, about 5 rows back.  Since I was competing for masters prize money (awarded on gun time), I needed to be at the front, even though that meant I was ahead of people targeting 2:30 or faster.  Mindful of this, I lined up on the far left side - as soon as I cleared the start mat I'd duck over onto the far left shoulder of the road, where I'd hopefully be out of the way.

My pacing plan was by feel.  I'd use the first 4 miles to ease into things, and then pick up something that felt conservative through 16.  At 16, I'd start racing, with the intention of hammering the last 4 miles after Lemondrop Hill.

Like always, my Garmin screen was set to "heading" so that I couldn't see splits, HR, distance, etc, though I took manual splits for review later.   I race best off of pure feel and instinct.

One big breath in, as I reminded myself to stay patient and calm and smooth and to trust my instincts.  And then the horn blew.

***

I expected the sub-2:30 runners to surge past me, followed by a flow of 2:40 and 2:50-ites.  But I was a bit surprised when the 3:05 pace group passed me as if I was jogging.  Since they had started well behind me, I had expected that pace group to catch me a mile or so into the race - at that point I was going to consider whether to tuck in.  But here they were, blasting past less than 30 seconds into the race.  It wasn't hard to let them go.

I stayed patient and quiet over the first four miles - finding an easy rhythm before using a downhill to open up slightly into the pace that felt right.

The Grandma's course winds a fair bit, especially in the first half, and it's important to run the tangents.  This was harder than one would expect.  Dense fog enveloped everything, making it difficult to see where the road would wind next.  Fortunately, the 3:05 pace group was visible in the distance ahead, and I could watch the balloons attached to the pace leader to forecast the next twist in the road.

It was surreal and oddly comfortable running in the mist.  Almost like we were floating.  We couldn't see the lake or much of the surrounding woods, which was fine with me.  I don't really get into rural scenery - the renowned beauty of the Grandma's course has never meant much to me.  But running in the mist, punctuated by the rhythm of our foot steps, was different and special.

I hit a comfortable rhythm and made friends with the guys around me.  The next 16 miles were about cruising.  Holding pace as efficiently as possible while taking in as much food and and water as I could stand.

Since my stomach was still slightly iffy, I carried a collection of lemonade rocktane (more salty and sour than sweeet), gingerade, and expresso gels.  I could tell that any sweet flavored gels were risky today, so I avoided the sweeter flavored gels.   I'd take the lemonade ones first, to keep salt topped off in case it got hotter.  I'd swap to expresso (caffeinated) after the half, and use the gingerade ones whenever I couldn't stand the other two flavors.  As for how many?  As many as possible, especially given my digestive issues of the day before.

Hydration was a luxury.  I was a masters elite for this race, and one of the perks was my own water bottles available at 10 different spots on the course (I wrote the locations on my hand with a sharpie).  This was every bit as wonderful as one might expect.  Even though I only drink plain water, not sports drink, it was still really convenient not to have to deal with water cups or carry a handheld.

***

At the start, I had been sure we would have a tailwind, but it seemed to shift throughout the course.  Sometimes I felt a noticeable headwind, and at other times I felt no wind at all.  The points where I felt no wind matched beautifully with the points where I felt fantastic, so those parts were probably a tailwind.

The headwind was most present in the second quarter of the course.  I was still behind the 3:05 group, and closing in slowly, but I upped my effort ever so slightly, carefully, so I could tuck in.

I hung with the 3:05 group for a bit, but then it got too risky.  The group was massive and packed tightly, with the occasional stumble by one that had a ripple effect on all others.  So I worked my way carefully through to the front and then ahead of them, joining a small group just in front.  A few moments later, I heard someone trip and go down, and I knew I had made the right choice.

Sometime after that Juan caught up to me (he had started about 30 seconds behind).  He, another guy named Dave (henceforth known as Dave from Duluth) and I formed a cluster with some other guys and we ran onward.  The breeze shifted from a headwind to a cross wind, resulting in a continuing flow of cool air from the lake.  Like running with air conditioner.  I still couldn't believe how lucky we were weather wise.

So I cruised, reminding myself to stay patient even as we crossed the half-marathon timing mat.  I chatted with others and fist pumped at spectators, all in an focused effect to stay as relaxed and chill as possible, and to save as much mental energy as possible for the final miles.

***

At mile 16, per my plan, I started racing - picking out women ahead of me, including some masters runners that I recognized.  Over the next few miles I'd work my way to and hopefully past them, though I didn't want to hammer until after Lemondrop Hill (mile 22).  The last miles of this course can be extremely fast, and I wanted to be able to take full advantage of them.

Around mile 20, Juan felt a surge of energy and took off.  I let him go - it was still a bit too early for me to really hammer.  Again, save it until after Lemondrop.

A mile later, I was glad for my patience, as things suddenly got tough.  It wasn't cramping or bonking or soreness, or legs too heavy to lift.  Just a weakness and a lack of coordination.  I've experienced this before, at CIM, so I knew what it was.  This was the 26.2 miles of Boston, 9 weeks before, catching up to me.

My legs were angry, but they hadn't abandoned me, so I dug in.  Over the next miles, I used every mental trick in my bag.  I chanted to myself, rhythmically, "relax and flow forward."  I forced myself to smile, in a joker-like grin, to keep my upper body relaxed so that all my energy could go to my legs.  And I just kept going and eating and drinking, up and down Lemondrop and beyond.  All I could do was my best, so I'd do that and be at peace with it. 

I saw Juan in the distance and urged him forward.  One reason I trained for and did Grandma's was so he could have a training partner for this, his redemption race after having to drop out of Boston due to hypothermia.  Watching him pull ahead was a victory for me as well.

***

Just after the 24th mile marker, the race course detoured from Superior Street - a temporary course change for the next 3 years to allow for construction (you can see the detour here).  The detour consisted of a fairly sharp left turn and then a drop down a concrete ramp to the street below.  The concrete on the turn had a small bit of sand on it - just enough to mix badly with my Vaporflies (don't have the greatest traction) and my wobbly shaky legs.  I came close to going down, but managed to stay on my feet.  Thank you, yoga practice.

Then we rejoined the original course and ran over the bridge to the waterfront, winding towards the finish line.  This is a tough part of the course mentally, since you don't know where the finish is, and you just keep turning and seeing more open road.  The challenge was compounded by the fact that our crosswind had turned to a tailwind around mile 20, which meant a headwind when we doubled back to the north for the last mile. 

Since I know this course well, I was able to count down turns to the finish, and that helped.  More specifically, I knew that the turn just before the big boat was 1200m to go, the turn after the big boat was 800m to go, and the turn by the hotel was 400m to go.  So I counted track laps.

This is the first year that I actually saw the last mile marker on the race course.  In large part because there was a clock at the marker for 26.  I glanced at the clock, and saw it had just ticked past 3:01:30.  If I was able to cover the next .21 miles in under 90 seconds, I'd be able to break 3:03.   I didn't know what pace that was, but it seemed like it might be feasible, so I gave it a shot - trying to kick like I was in a 5K race. Stretch up, elevate, lengthen your stride.  Empty the tank. (Shut up legs)

As I crossed the finish mats, the clock overhead ticked just past 3:03.  I had started a few seconds after the gun, so hopefully that was enough.  Then a race official was handing me my gear bag (being an elite here was an amazing experience), Juan was fist-bumping me, and I was checking my Garmin.  3:02:58.

I was a 3:02 marathoner now.

***

Manual splits were:
Mile 1: 7:33
Mile 2: 7:12
Mile 3: 7:01
Mile 4: 7:03
Mile 5: 6:52
Mile 6: 6:56
Mile 7: 6:51
Mile 8: 6:57
Mile 9: 7:11 (a bit long)
Mile 10: 6:37 (a bit short)
Mile 11: 7:14
Mile 12: 6:58
Mile 13: 7:32 (long)
Mile 14: 6:57
Mile 15: 6:59
Mile 16: 6:54
Mile 17: 6:59
Mile 18: 7:02
Mile 19: 6:51
Mile 20: 6:55
Mile 21: 6:55
Mile 22: 6:50
Mile 23: 6:49
Mile 24: 6:54
Mile 25: 6:38 (short)
Mile 26: 6:57
last .21 - 1:22 (6:30 pace)

As one can see, the course rolling can result in a range of splits for an even effort, and some of the mile markers were a bit off.  This is a very good race to run off of feel and ignore individual mile splits, because of those factors.  Splits do not correspond closely to effort on this course.

My struggle after mile 21 is not obvious, but that's because of the very fast nature of those final miles, due to the downhill plus the tailwind.

***

I finished 5th in my age group, and 6th master overall.  I had been hoping for top 3 masters and the nice check that came with that, but I'm not too upset.  I ran the absolute fastest and best race I had in me on Saturday - I just got beaten by faster women.

And in case you can't tell, I'm absolutely tickled with the 3:02.  It's a major PR (by 6 minutes), a sub-3:05, and my team's masters female record for the marathon.

3:02 also earned me a "moose mug" - an old tradition from the now-defunct Runnersworld online forums.  A forumite named rbbmoose famously offered mugs to any runner who could best the standard of 2 hours plus age for men, or 2:20 plus age for women.  At 44, my moose mug standard was 3:04, and 3:02 gets me there with room to spare.  Moose is apparently still offering the mugs to old forumites, and I have access to his email address, so I'll ping him in the upcoming week.

Given the ideal conditions and how the race progressed, I think that I might have had a chance at sub-3 had I not had Boston on my legs.  Even if that is the case (and there's no way to know, obviously), I don't regret finishing Boston.  This spring, I got to experience the awesome and the awful of Boston 2018 AND I got to PR.  Best of both worlds.  Sub-3 will come.

As for the doubling of Boston back to Grandma's, I'm obviously happy we tried it, and thrilled with how it played out.  It was tricky - balancing recovery from the first marathon with training for the second, but my coach and I pulled it off.  Thoughts and lessons learned from this attempt at double marathons will be in an upcoming post.

Other thoughts:

  • The weather on race day was mid-50s, with 100% humidity (all the fog).  We really lucked out.  As I noted above, the day before was not a great day for running, due to storms.  Those same storms rolled back in on Saturday evening, and wreaked even more havoc in Duluth on Sunday.  Amazingly, for once, a marathon was run on the only day of the 3 day period that had great weather.
  • My other teammate, Lisa, also had a great race in Duluth - making Capital Area Runners three for three on that day.  It's always wonderful when everybody has a great race - the celebrating is even sweeter after.

    From left to right: Lisa, Juan, and myself
  • This was my first time setting out water bottles out on course.  My coach told me to attach gels to them, so I did, though I still carried gels anyway.  After a few tries, I figured out the best approach.  Tape the gel vertically to the water bottle, with the bottom of the gel flush with the bottom of the bottle.  That way the gel serves as a kickstand for the bottle, and the bottle is very stable on the table.  I taped the gels on the pull tab at the top, with the rest of the gel flopping.  That way, I could easily pull the gel off the bottle and open it at the same time.
    How I attached my gels
  • Post-race, we celebrated for a few hours before going to bed in prep for a very early departure.  Juan and I had the first flights out of MSP on Sunday morning (5:55 am for me, 7 am for him).  I went to bed at 9 pm and then "woke" (the word in quotes because I never drifted off) at 1 am.  We checked out of the dorms at 1:30 am to drive down to MSP, arriving there a bit after 4 am - an echo of returning home from the clubs in what seems like a previous life.  Storms rolled through as Juan drove, with bands of torrential rain, broad flashes of lightning, and recurring flash flood alerts.  Quite the experience, and a eerie reminder of what Boston felt like and what Grandmas could have been.
  • Grandma's was another 9 gel race for me.  And I needed every one, since I was only able to eat one meal the day before.
  • This is a fantastic race, and everyone should do it at least once.
  • What's next for me?  A big break and then a shift in gears to miles and 5Ks for a few months to reestablish my speed.





Sunday, June 10, 2018

Training log - Week ending 6/10/18

This week was 50 miles of running, 12 "miles" of pool-running, and 2000 yards of swimming -- training log is here.

Taper taper taper.  Not very interesting, but sometime boring is the most effective way to train. 

It's taken me a few tries to learn how to taper effectively.  Some people can just shut stuff down or rest completely, and run very well off of that.  But I've learned from experience that too much rest can be almost as bad as too little for me.  It's a delicate balance - cutting back the volume some (on land, in the pool, and also during my strengthwork in the gym) but not too much.  While also maintaining the intensity, and being open to running a bit faster if I feel good.

For my Boston taper, I felt I made one mistake, which was forcing the speed during taper, rather than simply relaxing and letting the speed happen.  This time around I'm fixing that by never running faster than I feel comfortable doing.

It seems to be working - my legs have felt really good the last few days.  Hopefully that will continue through next Saturday.  

Next week will be pretty minimal.  Short pool-running on Monday, light track session of 3x800 on Tuesday (again, running comfortably fast, which might be 3:1x or 2:4x), 4-5 miles on Wednesday, and then 1 mile on Friday.  Thursday is travel, Saturday is the marathon, Sunday is whatever looks really good at Whole Foods when I get off the plane.

***

In other news, Justify won the triple crown yesterday.  This is the second year in a row that the Triple Crown has been won, and the second year that I have watched the Belmont and sworn the winner was about to fade, only to be proven wrong as he pulled away to dominate.

It's a good thing I don't gamble.  Ignore anything I ever say about horse racing, please.


Dailies


Monday: Upper body weights/core, DIY yoga, and 6 "miles" of pool-running.  Foam rolling at night.

Tuesday: 12 miles, including a 3 mile warm-up (8:47), then a track workout of 800/2x1600/800 in 3:02, 6:05, 5:56, 2:46.   4.5 mile cool-down (8:58)  Also injury prevention work and 1000 yards recovery swimming.  Foam rolling at night.

Wednesday: 9 miles very easy (9:03) plus drills/strides and DIY yoga.  Massage in afternoon.

Thursday
 Upper body weights/core, DIY yoga, and 6 "miles" of pool-running; foam rolling at night. 

Friday: 11 miles, including a 3 mile warm-up (8:40), a 5K tempo in 19:56 (6:37/6:19/6:16/0:44), and a 5 mile cool-down (oops - too long) (9:16).  Foam rolling in the evening.

Saturday: 8 miles very easy (8:53) followed by upper body weights/core, DIY yoga, and foam rolling.

Sunday:  10 miles aerobic, averaging 7:51 pace.
  Followed with light injury prevention work, DIY yoga, and foam rolling.

Sunday, June 3, 2018

Training log - Week ending 6/3/18

This week was 46 miles of running, 17 "miles" of pool-running, and 2000 yards of swimming -- training log is here.

I'm two weeks out now, which means I'm in DIY yoga mode.  To explain, I love yoga class but there's one big downside to it: the tendency of others to show up sick to class.  (drives me nuts - it's so selfish.)  So, once I'm within 2 weeks of a goal race, I stop going to class and instead do a 10 minute routine that keeps me reasonably mobile.  Since the routine is brief and focused more on mobility and balance than strength, I can do it nearly every day.  Which is why there will be a lot of DIY yoga in my training log over the next two weeks.

[As for the routine itself?  I start with a sequence of low lunges then warrior 1 then high lunge then warrior 2 into side angle into triangle.  From there, I do some balance poses - eagle, warrior 3, dancer, tree.  Then I finish with warrior 2 into triangle into half moon into standing split on each side.]

Two weeks out means that I'm also tapering/peaking, with my focus shifting from volume and marathon pace to faster stuff.  For my Boston cycle, I think I made the mistake of forcing the speed too much during taper, so this round I'm taking a more relaxed approach.  I start my speed workouts very very controlled, and then run only as fast as I can without straining as the workout progresses.  No forcing stuff.

Even with (or perhaps because of) this restraint, I was pretty happy with the speed I showed this week in the second half of Tuesday's workout.  I usually lose a lot of speed when marathon training, and I've been off-and-on marathon training since January.  So to not be too far from my top speed is encouraging.  

Related to that, I was extremely happy with how Saturday's 5K went.  Given the awful weather, the 21 miler on my legs, and not wearing my flats, I would have been happy with a much slower time.  So that was a nice surprise.

Of course, the alternative take is that my speed-retention (for lack of a better word) is a bad sign for my marathon fitness.  But, I find it really hard to believe that I'm somehow in better shape for shorter distances than a marathon right now.  So I'm not going to worry about that too much.

Dailies


Monday: Foam rolling, DIY yoga, and 9 "miles" of pool-running.

Tuesday: 11 miles, including a 3 mile warm-up (8:37), then a track workout of 400/800/1200/1200/800/400 in 94, 3:03, 4:33, 4:26, 2:52, 80.   3.5 mile cool-down (9:13)  Also injury prevention work and 1000 yards recovery swimming.  Foam rolling at night.

Wednesday: 8 miles very easy (9:14) plus drills/strides and DIY yoga.  Foam rolling at night.

Thursday
 Upper body weights/core, DIY yoga, and 8 "miles" of pool-running; foam rolling at night. 

Friday: 4 miles very easy (9:32) and DIY yoga.  Foam rolling in the evening.

Saturday: 3 mile warm-up (most at 8:45 pace, but with a quarter mile hard), then a 5K race in 19:17 (6:23/6:14/6:07/0:33) (mile 3 marker was late).  3 mile cooldown (9:43).  Foam rolled after 500 yards of recovery swimming.

Sunday:  14 miles mildly progressive, averaging 8:45 for the first 5 miles, 7:45 for next 5, 7:04 for last 4.
  Followed with injury prevention work, DIY yoga, foam rolling, and 500 yards recovery swimming. 

Saturday, June 2, 2018

Race Report: Race4Respect 5K, June 2, 2018.

I ran the Race4Respect 5K this morning (yes, it's spelled like that) in 19:17, which was good enough for the female win.

I haven't raced since the Boston Marathon - doing a second marathon meant that I needed to recover and then jump back into training, with no down weeks for racing.  However, I know myself, and I get rusty if I go too long without racing.   For that reason, I needed to fit in another race before Grandma's Marathon. 

This weekend was the only weekend that worked for a tune-up/rustbuster/whateveryouwanttocallit, since next weekend would be too close to Grandmas.  Fortunately I had my choice of races this weekend.  Five different park-runs on Saturday plus a 5K, a 10K, or a half marathon; or a selection of 5Ks and a 6K (!) on Sunday.

Anything longer than 6K was too long, so that narrowed it down some.  I then decided to go with a Saturday 5K for almost entirely social reasons: racing on Saturday morning meant I had flexibility the rest of the weekend.  (heck, I'm honest, at least).

Of course, Saturday was also supposed to be the worse of the two days for racing, weather-wise.  DC's been hit with summer like heat and humidity.  And to be fair, I can't complain too much - it is June, and I choose to live here)  The forecast was both a bug and a feature.  Grandma's could very well be hot and humid, so no sense avoiding that weather now.

And that was how I ended up registering for the Race4Respect.  It started and ended at Freedom Plaza, meaning a fast and flat course.  It also started at 9 am, which was great from the "I don't have to wake up too early" angle, though lousy from a heat avoidance perspective.  (The careful reader will note a theme here).

***

So I slept in, with no alarm set, then rolled out of bed, stretched and ate breakfast, and headed down to Freedom Plaza, where I registered and then started to warm-up. 

I went with my normal 5K warm-up: three miles, with one minute at harder than 5K pace inserted towards the end.  Essentially, I run hard while glancing at my heart rate until my heart rate is at least in the 170s and then ease off.  When I do this, I feel like it primes the engine in a way that strides do not - my heart rate never rises very much during strides. 

Since it was pretty warm and humid (Weather Underground says temperature of 78, dew point of 72), I made sure to finish my warm-up early enough that I could also cool off a bit before the start and drink some more water.  Because of the heat, I wasn't terribly worried about stiffening up.  And I wanted to be sure not to be any warmer at the start than necessary - I'd heat up soon enough during the race.

Since this was a pre-marathon tune-up, I test drove what I will most likely be wearing at Grandmas.  Shorts and sportsbra, arm-COOLERS (not arm-warmers - these are made of different fabric, and actually do seem to work), Oakley sunglasses, and my Vaporflies, which I haven't worn since Boston. 

Honestly, I looked hilarious among a sea of people wearing the race charity t-shirt.  I probably should have pinned gels and carried a water bottle to complete the image.  Or maybe an "I AM UBER-SERIOUS RUNNER" tattoo?

***

The race was a bit late in getting started - at 8:55 there were only about 10 of us at the start line for the 9:00 race while the rest of the race politely applauded a presentation at the Plaza.  Eventually, the masses wandered over to the start, where we were gifted an excellent rendition of the National Anthem at around 9:08 am

Followed immediately by the start.

Most race starts have a rhythm.  First it's the pop music, which almost always peaks with either U2's Where the Streets Have No Name, Bruce Springsteen's Born to Run, or Survivor's Eye of the Tiger.  (Philly local variant: the Rocky song)

Then it's the National Anthem, rendered at widely varying levels of competence.  Then a few motivational words, followed by "ready"  (pause)  "set" (pause) and "go."  The last word often accompanied by a horn, fake (or real) gun, etc.

Not this time.  Just a single word of READYSETGO shouted as the last notes of the National Anthem faded into the drenched air.  No motivational words, and no PAUSES.  And also no gun/horn. 

Leaving me flustered and scrambling to start my Garmin and get rolling as the masses flowed around me and I tripped over young kids.  And of course, I was wearing my Vaporflies, which are a very fast shoe but not a very agile shoe.

But I survived and didn't wipe out or take out any kids in the process (that I know of, anyway). 

***

Because of the awful heat and humidity, my plan had been to take the race out very slowly, at what felt like a tempo effort, and then pick it up halfway through mile 2.  When I got within 800m of the finish, I'd hammer.   I like to run negative splits anyway, but when it's hot and humid, I think it's best to start at a tempo-ish effort, try to cruise most of the race, and then hammer at the end.  It's a safer way to race that reduces the risk of heat illness, since you're not redlining it for that long.

When I had lined up at the start, a fast local woman had lined up next to me.  We've raced often enough that I know her preferred racing style - she likes to go out at her goal pace or even slightly faster, and then hang on. So usually when we race, she's in front of me for the first part.  And then I either catch her or I don't.

So imagine my surprise when I took the female lead almost instantly.  I did a quick self-check to make sure I felt comfortable and controlled and tempoish (I did).  Huh.  Perhaps she didn't intend to race after all.

A bit after the first mile, the race had a 180 turn, which gave me a chance to see where she was.  Poop.  Only about 5 seconds behind me.  Not how I had envisioned the race going, but I stuck with my plan.  Was she trying to beat me at my own game?

The next mile was a bit of a cruise and a bit of running scared.  I was expecting a second hair pin turn where I could check on her again, but it never came. 

[To explain, there are many certified courses that start/finish in Freedom Plaza  Two of the most popular are very similar, except that one has two hairpin turns while the other only has one and makes up the extra distance by bowing out another turn.  They had posted the first course on the race website, but went with the second.  No complaint here, since I despise hairpin turns.]

The lack of a second 180 was great from a Vaporfly perspective, since I struggle to turn in these things.  But it didn't let me check on where my competition was.  Oh well, stick with the plan.  You're a good kicker, even if you don't have your flats on.

And then, as we went past a second water stop right around mile 2, a volunteer called out to me "she's right behind you."  And I panicked and took off. 

That made for a rough final mile, as I had gone just a bit too early.  We did bend out the final turn, which was great from the perspective of running an accurate 5K and not a short course.  But it also extended the pain.  I would not have minded a short course today.

 In the end, I did hang on and even closed well, and it turned out that my competition faded a bit in the last mile.  At the finish line, it wasn't close.  But it was painful.

But good as well.  I needed to get reacquainted with race discomfort before Grandma's.  And I did that here.  So a very productive morning.

***

Splits were:
Mile 1: 6:23
Mile 2: 6:14
Mile 3: 6:07 (this mile marker was a bit long)
last bit: 33 seconds for a bit less than .11 miles)

I think the last mile marker was off, but the course was overall accurate.

For my win I got a nice gift certificate to a local running store and a big bell that works well for scaring the cats.

***

Other notes:

  • Usually when I race at Freedom Plaza, I park somewhere north of it.  This time I parked south, on Constitution Avenue.  And was shocked by how much closer and more convenient it was to the race start.  Wow.  Mind blown. 

  • As discussed above, I wore the Vaporflies here today, and ran 19:17.  Almost exactly a year ago, I set my 5K PR of 18:51 on this course, wearing the Takumi Sen.  So, much faster last year

    Now granted, there are other factors coming into play here.  I was targeting shorter distance PRs at this time last year while right now I'm focused on a marathon.  And it was hot and much much much more humid today than it was last year.  But it's still an interesting comparison.  The Vaporfly is a wonderful wonderful shoe.  But it's not a magical fount of PRs.  It's just a very fast shoe that works better at longer distances.  Especially if you don't need to turn (or dodge little kids).  For shorter distances, if I really care about my time, I'll stick with the Takumi Sen, or possibly the Sub-2.

  • Less than 2 weeks until Grandma's!  Feeling good, and this race was a nice confidence boost, especially given the weather.