Tuesday, December 4, 2018

Race Report: California International Marathon, December 2, 2018

I ran the California International Marathon yesterday, finishing in a time of 2:57:42.  I'm not sure quite where I placed, honestly.  This race was about breaking 3 hours.

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When a race matters to you, as this one did to me, I believe in controlling as many variables as possible (while acknowledging that you can't control everything).  That's why I flew out to Sacramento on Wednesday.  It's a long flight, and I've found in the past that it takes a lot out of me.  Flying out on Wednesday for a Sunday race gave me plenty of time to recover.  

Additionally, if I had left anything essential at home that I couldn't find in downtown Sacramento, it gave me enough time to buy a replacement on Amazon or have Brian ship an extra from home. Fortunately, I remembered everything and my luggage safely made it through to Sacramento so that was win.

[I usually UPS my stuff out ahead of time, and then travel with just a backpack that holds computers and racing outfit/shoes.  But because of the lingering air quality issues in Sacramento, I wasn't positive I was coming out until last weekend, and by that point it would have been over $200 to ship my stuff from DC in Sacramento by Wednesday.  Plus, with lingering weather issues in the Midwest, it was possible UPS shipments would be delayed.  So I crossed my fingers and checked a suitcase.]

I flew out on Wednesday afternoon east coast time, getting to my hotel around 5:30 that evening local time.  I stayed at the Inn off Capitol Park, which had a great location (close to the expo and finish) and a decent price, but was also a bit cramped, given that my plan was to lounge around until Sunday.   Next time, I think I'll stay in the same place, but probably upgrade to a suite.

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The race was Sunday morning, which gave me plenty of time to kill.  It actually passed faster than I expected.  I had planned a Game of Thrones marathon, but never got around to it; instead I worked for a few hours on Thursday and did some (way too much) reading of race reports and commentary on CIM.  

I also "decorated" my bathroom mirror with a race time.  It's a little motivational thing that I like to do before races when I travel - I pick a random race time that seems like something that's right on the edge of my abilities. Something that would be believable if I ran it, but just barely.  I write that time on the hotel notepad and stick it on the mirror, so that I glance at it all the time.  It's a motivational trick - the more I see a time, the more reasonable and less scary it seems.  I'm not sure why it helps, since I don't look at my watch during races.  But it doesn't hurt. 

Thursday morning, I also trekked to the Sacramento YMCA for some light lifting and 30 minutes of pool-running, plus some foam rolling that felt really good post-plane ride.  Followed by my second day of Chipotle (had it in the airport on Wednesday pre-flight - another reason to fly out of BWI).

[Yes, I lifted upper body weights 3 days before my marathon.  The taper that works best for me is where I keep the rhythm of my workouts and the intensity, but reduce the volume.  This holds for both running and the rest of my fitness routine. So I went to the YMCA and lifted my normal weights, but sharply limited both the number of sets and the number of reps within a set.]

Friday, I ran a bit around Sacramento, hit the expo, and watched a lot of junk TV.  And more Chipotle.  Saturday was similar, with less running and the substitution of cheering at the CIM 5K for an expo visit (my teammate won the 5K - a good omen for the weekend).  And even more Chipotle (my final tally was 9 rice bowls consumed over 4 days....)

After finalizing my race plan on Saturday night, I settled down with a good book.  My race plan, as always, was effort based - I wouldn't check splits or paces until after the race.  The plan was a simple one - Careful from 1-5, then conservative.  Careful again from 8-13, and then conservative until 16, when I'd start racing.  If I had anything left in the last 2 miles, that was the time to empty the tank.  

As for the book?  I ordered cyclist Jens Voigt's auto-biography Shut Up Legs! onto my Kindle.  It was a great read, and the title seemed awfully appropriate for eve-of-marathon reading.

***

I had stayed on east coast time the entire trip, which made going to bed at 6:15 pm on Saturday night fairly easy.  I woke just before 3 am local time, which gave me plenty of time to eat breakfast, stretch, get dressed, and listen to my focus music (Orbital's "Halcyon On and On" and Underworld's "Dirty Epic" if you care - both tracks have the measured patient rhythm I lock into for a marathon).  And paint my nails black, as I always do pre-race.

 At 4:35 am, I met my teammate David in the lobby, and we walked to the start buses, getting there around 4:45.  This was perfect, as the buses started boarding at 5.  We were there early enough to get a good place in line, but not so early that we expended energy standing out in the cold.

The bus ride took about an hour, depositing us in Folsom around 6 am.  They keep the buses open and running (and thus warm) until 15 minutes before race start, which is one of the perks of this race.  I took advantage by stepping off to use the bathroom and refill my water bottle before climbing back in for a few moments to gather my thoughts.  Then I stepped back out, handed my gear bag off to bag check, and started to jog my warm-up. 

Similar to what I did at Grandma's, I jogged for about 3/4s of a mile, including one short pick-up (about 40 seconds) near the end to marathon effort.  Followed by eating some sports beans to top off the miniscule bit of glycogen I might have burned.  Then I lined up in the corral with David and another teammate, Aurelia.

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I have two quirky things I like to do in marathons - things that go against current "runner common wisdom" but work for me.  One is racing off of effort, with my watch screen blanked. (I do still wear a Garmin, so that I have a record of the race later and also can prove that I ran the race if there's a chip issue or course cutting allegation.)  

It's been at least 5 years since I've checked my pace or splits during a race.  I'm told that this is crazy, especially in a marathon where I "need" to use my Garmin to keep my pace in check the first few miles.  Funny thing is, I don't seem to have any issues starting a marathon slowly, and I think not seeing my pace makes it easier, not harder, to stay chill early on.  It's easier to start slow if you don't know how slow you're starting.

The other quirky thing is lining myself up far behind the time I plan to run.  If gun time matters, then I'll suck it up and line up at the front.  But otherwise, I'd prefer to start the race with people who will be starting at the same pace as me, even if my plan is to finish at a completely different pace.  I hate being run over from behind or getting in others' way, and I also really like passing people.

In this case, that meant lining up well behind the 3:10 pace group, even though I planned to run sub-3.  This is a fairly small race, so I knew I'd have little issue picking up the pace when I wanted to.  And I liked the idea of having the 3:10, 3:05, and 3:00 pace groups to slowly reel in over the course of the race.  

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The National Anthem was performed this time by a trumpet - I believe the trumpeter was a member of the band Cake, which is from Sacramento.  It was a really good version of the anthem - I think I prefer it to a singer.  

The only downside was that it was 6:56 am, and I wanted to shed my throw-away clothes before the 7 am race start, but I didn't want to do it until the conclusion of the anthem.  And it was a very slow version of the anthem.  Finally, with less than two minutes to race start, the anthem was done, and I quickly stripped.

I had pre-torn all of my gels before the race (I tear them about 1/3rd, so it's easier to open them while running) but had torn one too much, and it exploded over my right hip.   My entire right side was covered in lemonade roctane, and my shorts were stiff and stick - a sure set up for chafing. Who knew so much gel was contained in one tiny packet?   But the only way to clean it up was to use water from my handheld bottle, and that water was needed for more important things.  So I just sucked it up.  If that was the worst thing that happened during the race, I'd be doing well indeed.

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Then the gun went off.  And we just stood there.   And stood there.  The start area this year was very narrow - half the size it was the last time I did this race.  Which meant that it took a long time to funnel to the start.  It didn't bother me too much - I cared about chip time, not gun time, and I liked the idea of giving the pace groups a big lead over me.

Finally we walked up to the line and were off.  I like to start my marathons very slowly.  My coach has us do our long runs as progressions - 1/3rd very slow (near 9:00 pace), 1/3rd moderate (usually around 7:30 ish), and then 1/3rd at marathon effort.  I actually run my marathons as a warped variant on this theme - same efforts, just different proportions.  So...about 10-20 seconds very slow, a mile or so at moderate effort and then ease into marathon effort for the next 25 miles.

Running it this way meant that the 3:10 pace group pulled further ahead, but I was fine with that. They'd come back.  If they didn't, then it'd mean I was having an awful day, and surging early was the worst thing I could do.

During these first miles, I also got a chance to chat with one of my Running Ahead forum friends - Robin (who ran a great race for a 7 minute PR).  

It's funny when I reflect, a day later.  I basically flew to the other side of the country, but between all my teammates and DC friends who came out for this race and my online friends who live and run in California, it almost felt like a local race.  Familiar faces and names the whole way.   The only difference was that I had no freakin' clue where I was. 

(and I've also never run a race where people hand out tissues on the race course.  Why do they do that?  What am I missing?)

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Chatting with Robin also helped me forget about the fact that my right hip/groin/back was still slightly achy from the prolotherapy injections a few weeks ago.   Nothing that I couldn't run through; and I had been told specifically that it was fine to run through it.  But still, nobody likes to feel achy at the start of their goal race, and it bothered me that my right groin was slightly tight this early.


I got a bit more concerned about 5 miles in when my left hip started to be ever-so-slightly stiff and achy.  This was awfully early - was my left leg compensating for the right?  Or was this just an extremely late stage episode of taper-paranoia?  

Nothing was physically affecting my running at the moment, and so I decided not to let anything mentally affect me until it did start to alter my gait.  I forged on, filing my worries off to the side.

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CIM is a rolling course.  I knew from running it before that the elevation map was NOT representative of the way the course actually ran.  And yet, I was still a bit surprised by the hills.  As many have said before, none are especially challenging but they keep coming and coming and coming.   And coming.  They just never end.

I'm not a great uphill runner, but I am a fairly good downhill runner, and so my pacing of this race tended to be problematic any time I caught up with a group.  I'd be running with them, and then we'd hit an uphill and I'd be dropped, only to catch up and then surge past on the downhill.  I think if you take a group of runners, and have them all run rolling hills at "even effort," you'll have a lot of variation in how each person paces, due to differing gaits, etc.

Thus, every time I caught up with large pack, I'd end up pushing the pace a bit on the next downhill to get out in front of them, so that I didn't have to deal with the annoying tidal flow.

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The 3:10 group came back to me shockingly quickly, and then the 3:05.  By mile 10, I could see a large group just a bit ahead of me, and recognized my teammate Jenn's stride in the distance.  That was almost certainly the 3 hour pace group.  Cool.  A bit ahead of schedule (I had hoped to catch them somewhere after the half), but not terribly so.  And my hips were actually feeling better, though my hamstrings were starting to tighten slightly.  Not great, but still under control.  Energy and breathing-wise, I felt fantastic.

It was about this time that I heard "Cristina?" with a Russian accent, and realized that I was in the presence of the one and only CalBears (AKA Oleg) - another Running Ahead forumite.  Pretty darn cool.  We chatted a bit, and he confirmed that it was the 3:00 pace group ahead.  I noted that my plan was to start from behind and chase down the 3:00 pace group over the course of the race, and we reflected on how nice it would be if we could just write down our race plans and then be sure they would happen.  Then I wished him well and eased ahead.  He was going to hang with or just behind the 3:00 group as long as he could.

My plan, once I caught up to the 3:00 group, was to run with them for a while and then move ahead after a few miles.   Since I started so far back, sticking with them would give me a time well under 3 hours.    I didn't see Jenn in the group, but I did sync up with another woman in a GRC-Pacers singlet (another DC team), and we ran together for a bit. 

She was good company, but it didn't take long for me to start feeling claustrophobic.  There were just too many runners too close to me, and I started to tense up.  My discomfort was amplified by the fact that (like before) my uphill/downhill pacing was slightly different from the pack's.  

So I used the next downhilll to pull ahead and get free of them.  I think it was about this time that I saw my teammate Mollie and forum friend Jim cheering for me.  More friendly faces.

***

As I noted, my hamstrings had started aching around mile 10 (early) and by 15 or so, they were taut and my left quad was also starting to hurt.  This was a bit disappointing - my quads had been fine at both Boston and Grandma's, and I had done a fair bit of downhill marathon effort running this cycle specifically to prep them.  So why was one squawking now?  

In all likelihood, it was my flowing just a bit too much on the downhills during this first half.  I hadn't been careful enough.  D'oh!  Oh well.  It was still manageable.  

I had planned to start racing at this point, but I revised that plan to "hold it here and bring it in safe."  I had been making an effort to drink a lot of water during this race (refilling my water bottle several times) even though it was a cold morning in hopes that it would help limit the muscular issues.  Now I redoubled those efforts.  

The next miles were about staying in the moment, eating and drinking as much as I could, and engaging my core.  My energy levels and breathing were great, and I didn't need to do anything spectacular - I just needed to keep my rhythm.  Somewhere around here, I caught up with Jenn.  We chatted briefly, but we were both hurting.  I wanted to urge her to stick with me, but I didn't have enough in me to get the full sentence out AND keep my form and hold my pace.

The bridge at mile 22 into Sacramento seemed much harder than I remembered last time.  Possible because my legs were so stiff.  Thankfully, nothing was cramping and energy levels were still solid, but everything was super tight, and my gait felt awful.  Like I had swapped the round tires of a bike for square ones.

But I knew I was ahead of the 3 hour group, which meant I was going to break 3, and all I needed to do was to keep doing what I was doing.  I didn't have that much further.  And if there's one thing I can do, it's lock into a rhythm and hold it.

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At mile 24 we made a left and then right - the next turns would be into the finish chute.   I was no longer focusing on the mile I was in; rather I was running one block at a time.  23rd st....22nd....21st....  

The streets were lined with people smiling and cheering, and I wanted to be one of them so much it hurt.  I told myself I could stand there 20 minutes from now.  Right now, I had to keep the rhythm.

For the first time in the race, people started to pass me.  Not many, but some  It was frustrating, but I knew the worst thing I could do was to tense up and try to force things.  So instead, I relaxed and flowed forward, trying to un-stiff as much as I could.  I know that L street is pancake flat and the winds were calm on Sunday, but damned if it didn't feel like I was running up the Capital Crescent trail towards Bethesda into a brisk headwind.

I had mapped the course out, and so I knew that 15th street was the 1200m mark, and 12th street was the 800m mark.  I tried to go, but emptying the tank really just meant continuing to run at this point.   My legs were locked.

Finally, blissfully, I saw "400m to go," followed by the mile 26 marker.  I tried to kick as I came around the first turn, but it didn't happen for two reasons - 1) I just couldn't.  2) the corners had some wet leaves strewn on them - remnants of yesterday's rain.  It took a massive effort, but I swung a bit wide on the turn to give the storm debris clearance, to avoid slipping and falling.  

Then I saw the "200m to go" sign, and started counting seconds.  I pumped my arms and increased my cadence to get to that finish line as quickly as possible.

As I approached the finish, I saw the clock flip over to 2:59:00, and I knew I was going to go safely under 3 hours.  I didn't know by how much, but I was fairly sure it had taken me at least 20-30 seconds to cross the start mat after the gun.  So maybe 2:58 high?  Fantastic!

I got myself over the finish mats and stooped, hands on knees.  After a few seconds, I looked at my watch, realized I hadn't stopped it, and stopped it.  And my time popped up on the screen.

2:57:48 - which meant I was likely a few seconds faster.

I saw the number, but couldn't process it.  I knew I was physically capable of running that on a perfect day, but it was incomprehensible that I actually had just done so.  Especially when so much of the race felt like it just wasn't quite my day.

Splits were:


Mile 1: 7:27
Mile 2: 7:06
Mile 3: 6:48
Mile 4: 6:35
Mile 5: 6:42
Mile 6: 6:35
Mile 7: 6:37
Mile 8: 6:41
Mile 9: 6:49 (hit late, I think)
Mile 10: 6:33
Mile 11: 6:44
Mile 12-13: 13:32 (6:46)
Mile 14: 6:46
Mile 15: 6:41
Mile 16: 6:44
Mile 17: 6:33
Mile 18: 6:43
Mile 19: 6:41
Mile 20: 6:49
Mile 21: 6:49
Mile 22: 6:47
Mile 23: 6:51
Mile 24: 6:48
Mile 25: 6:53
Mile 26: 6:59
last bit: .21 in 1:29 (7:03)

I split it as 1:28:48/1:28:56.  A very slightly positive split, and so I'm very slightly annoyed.  But a very small thing in the larger context of the race as a whole.

***

It's funny.  From time to time during this cycle or even post-race, I heard people repeatedly referring to "deserving" a good race or a BQ or a trials qualifier.  


Every time I hear or read that expression, I remember one of my favorite scenes from Neil Gaiman's early Sandman work.  The incarnation of Death, in the form of a well balanced, cheerful goth girl, is helping someone upon their passing.  The person looks at her, describes his life, and says "pretty good, huh?"  

She responds: "you lived what anybody gets....you got a lifetime."

Similarly, at the end of the day, anyone who makes it to the starting line gets the same thing as payment for their hard work.  An opportunity to race.  That's it.  Nothing more. 

So many people have worked so hard for so long, but it didn't quite happen on race day.  And that's not a matter of deserving it or not - you can do everything right both before and during, and it still doesn't happen.  That's racing (and life).   If your race didn't go well, it doesn't mean that you didn't work hard, or that you weren't deserving.  


But every once in a while, you work hard, and try to do everything right, and control all the variables, and the running gods smile in addition to that.  

And if those running gods are really in a good mood, you end up beating that pie-in-the-sky time you scribbled and taped to the hotel bathroom mirror 4 days prior.  



Other notes:
  • Conditions were 40 degrees at the start, 48 at the finish.  Good air quality, overcast skies, mild humidity, no wind.  Really really good weather.  Like it is most years at this race.
  • Amazingly, I did NOT chafe at all despite the pre-race shellacking of my right side with lemonade rocktane.
  • I wore my Vaporfly 4%s for this race, as I did for Boston and Grandma's, plus the Houston, Love Run, and Richmond halves and Army 10 Miler.  This pair now has nearly 200 miles on them.  And the higher the mileage on them, the more I like them.  They're much less bouncy now, and feel much more stable.  It's funny that the very characteristic that so many others love about the shoe (the bounce) is my least favorite aspect.   And...since I'm wearing the original version (light blue) while everyone else seems to have the red flyknit, I don't think anyone realizes I'm wearing Vaporflies…
  • Final gel consumption during this race - nine gels (I carried twelve, and finished with one.  I also dropped one on course and had another one explode at the start).  I also had four gels as part of my pre-race breakfast.   After the race, I was chatting with several of my male teammates (all much taller than myself, and thus heavier) and came to the awkward realization that my caloric requirements before and during a marathon are much higher than anyone else's.  I've always thought of myself as a diesel, but maybe I'm actually one of those awful toy scooters that gets 3 miles to a gallon of gas.
  • There were plenty of fast times at CIM again this year, leading to plenty of statements about how CIM is a ski-slope course, and times here aren't legitimate.  I don't think the fast times at CIM are due to the course.  As so many others have said, the course elevation diagram is not at all representative of how the course runs.  There is a fair amount of climbing on this course, and it beats your legs up.  I am much more sore now than I was after either Grandma's or Boston this year.  Considering just the course profile itself, I would consider Chicago, Shamrock, and Grandma's to all be slightly faster courses than CIM.

    So, why is CIM so fast?  Because every other element that contributes to fast times is here.  The weather is perfect for racing a marathon here almost every year, and everything about the race facilitates fast times.  Tons of water stops, tons of toilets at the start, heated buses until 15 minutes before, few turns on course.  Just the right number of runners to give you company but not to block your way.

    Additionally, people come here to run fast times, to hit time goals, and it gives this race a unique vibe.  Most races are a mix of competition and completion, while Boston seems to be about celebration (which is probably the biggest reason I didn't enjoy Boston, even after controlling for the weather - it just felt a bit narcissistic).

    CIM is a mass time trial as much as a race; at times I felt like every single person on the course was my teammate for that day, encouraging me along.  It's collaborative, not competitive (at least at the sub-3 level), and I've never experienced that in any other race.  It is an amazing experience, and a must-do if hitting a certain time goal is really important to you.
  • Another note to east coasters considering this race - it's really not that expensive.  I've done three marathons this year - Boston, Grandma's, and CIM.  Of the three, CIM was the cheapest in terms of combined air fares, hotels, and food expenses while there, even though I stayed in Sacramento several more days than I did in Duluth or Boston.  Don't rule this race out as too expensive until you do the math.
  • Got to meet my (formerly on-line only) friend Audra in person, finally.  She and I have known each other across at least four different forms of social media (Live Journal, RunnersWorld Online, Facebook, and blogging) for nearly 10 years.  We're the same age, with the same humor, and we're both runners who are crazy about cats.  But we'd never actually met until now.  That was really special, and made the trip worth it on its own.
      
  • CIM was 26.2 miles, which I covered in 2:57:42.  BWI airport is 30 miles from my house as the crow flies, and it took me 3 hours to get home after my flight landed - longer than my marathon.  Why?  Because I had the unfortunate luck to arrive back in the DC area at the same time as the casket of President George HW Bush, meaning that instead of driving through DC to get home, I had to go around the city on the beltway.  In evening rush hour.  If this happens again I may just hang out at BWI for a few hours.  Though I may have to find something to eat besides Chipotle.
  • I still can't fucking believe I ran that fast.

16 comments:

  1. I've read your blog for a long time and I'm so happy for you! I cried when I saw the time you wrote on your hotel mirror. Congrats!! It's awesome to follow someone who puts in such hard work and I respect your process immensely! -Lauren (just a fellow runner/random follower who has never commented before)

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    1. Thank you - I actually started crying when I picked up my bag post race. Everyone thought I missed my goal!

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  2. Fantastic. I have followed your blog (and letsrun comments) for years and love your measured, workhorse, thoughtful approach to training, racing, prehab, all of it. Thank you for sharing so much insight over time. This was such a joy to read!

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  3. Great race report (as usual)! But the last line was definitely the best. Congrats! (From another longtime follower/former DC runner before my knees did me in.)

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  4. Your blog in general, and this post, have been an inspiration and joy for me to read. Many congratulations. Savour the feeling.

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  5. Been enjoying following you occasionally on your blog and RA. Congrats on the race. Just wonderful racing and writing. Thanks for that.

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  6. Great job! My good friend Lubos forwarded me your race report and it's terrific! I'm curious to learn how you managed water stops (I still am not sure the best way to manage this part of race planning). Your splits are very consistent and don't provide an indication of any time spent at an aid station.
    1) Did you speed up prior to the approaching aid station to compensate for the time required to refill your bottle? If so, how much time did you allow for water stops.
    2) Did you carry one or 2 water bottles? Do you happen to know how big they were (in ounces or liters)
    3) How did you refill your water bottle? Usually those dumb Dixie cups are offered, so I'm wondering if you directly accessed the larger reservoirs and fill your water bottle from there.
    4) Is there a particular bottle you would recommend?
    I hope these questions make sense.
    Thank you for sharing, and congratulations!

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    1. [redid comment to fix a typo]
      Hi - I don't like to ever do a sudden surge of pace in a marathon. Think about it like this - you're driving a car that has just barely enough gas to make it to the finish. Do you slam on the gas and then the brakes? Or try to be as smooth as possible to stretch that tank out as long as you can.

      I carry a small handheld water bottle (I'll post more about it in a post in a week or so - I make my own). After I've finished drinking from it, I unscrew the cap and tuck in my sports bra. Then....at the next water stop, I ease off the pace to a jog and fill it with 1-2 cups of water (I don't stop or walk - a jog works). Then rescrew the top on and merge back into traffic. Costs 1-2 seconds each stop, which is a worthy investment. I don't try to make the time back up - I know the water refill will pay for itself in the late miles.

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  7. Thanks to all for your comments - they mean a lot to me.

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  8. Wonderfully detailed and reflective report, Cris! I love hearing about all of your traditions and the things that work for you. Having known you for so long I have seen this progression over 10+ years. Not only have you increased your fitness, but you also have an excellent sense of what works for you and what doesn't, and you are confident in your approach. You don't question your decisions. The long flight for CIM has always been a turn off for me, but your report makes me want to run it at some point. Congratulations, again!

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  9. I saved this race report to read before leaving for Huntsvile this weekend - I knew it would be good! Your race was amazing - well-executed, fast, strategic. I admire not only your speed, but your ability to plan and execute a race so very well! Congratulations on not just breaking 3, but completely crushing your goal!

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  10. Love this race report. Congratulations on your time. After reading your blogs leading up to this race, it was really fun to experience it with you in a way. Always enjoy your writings.

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