13.1 (Half) Marathon Minneapolis Give-Away

July 10, 2011 § 15 Comments

I mentioned that I might be running another half this summer despite plans to focus on shorter stuff.

This disturbing change in planning occurred because I was contacted by a representative at 13.1 Minneapolis offering two free entries and discounts to readers of my blog.  A sucker for “free”, I was definitely interested.

I did some research–searching for race reports from last year–and the reports I found were positive.  There were some minor complaints: port-a-potties, lack of music–but nothing unusual, which was good, especially considering that 2010 was the first running. Taking a look at the route map and elevation data from MapMyRun data showed that course isn’t exactly flat but the major hill is actually where I did my Daws Hills workouts this spring so I’m at least familiar with the enemy.

So I agreed to help promote the race (starting with this post) in exchange for two free entries and a code (12RUNMN) for $10 off registration at http://www.active.com/framed/event_detail.cfm?event_id=1972207.

I plan to use one of the free entries myself but I’m giving away the other free entry to a reader. All you have to do to enter is post a comment to this message before July 18th. I’ll randomly select (I just happened to find my Dungeons & Dragons dice yesterday) a winner from all the entries on July 19th.  I also checked and if the winner prefers to run the 5k, I can get a code for that race instead.

Good luck & Thanks for Entering.

2010 Race Reports:

Beth’s 13.1 Marathon Minneapolis- Race Report.

Positive mention at Active.com

Jen and Kellybee both ran the 5k and  had positive comments.

Ryan, a 15-year old trying to raise $100,000 for a variety of charities, ran a 1:44.

ramberg_jk15 struggled with the hills but enjoyed the race

 
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Race Report: Garry Bjorklund Half Marathon

June 21, 2011 § 1 Comment

Somewhat appropriately, I’ve struggled a bit to describe how this race went for me–perhaps it’s best that I foreshadow with two visuals:

Prelude.

This was my goal race for this spring, I have been training for it since I found out I made the lottery in late February.  My training had gone well and I was confident going in that I could challenge my course record and maybe even my personal record.

I ran a 10k the week before and that improved my confidence.

The logistics of the half marathon, which is run with Grandma’s Marathon, are a bit difficult.  I grew up about 45 minutes from Duluth so I drove up on Friday and stayed at my parents’ house.  The race, which starts at 6:30, is a point-to-point course that requires you catch a bus from the finish line (or one of other points).  In the past, I think I have caught the bus in Superior, which is 10 minutes or so closer for me but, more significantly, allows me to avoid the traffic in the finish area.

The result was that I got up at 4:00, drove for an hour, rode a bus, and arrived at the starting area a little after 6:00.  And, just to clarify, I’m talking AM, Ante Meridian, as in Very Early in the Morning.

The weather was near perfect–about 50, a light rain, a tailwind.  So I was hyped.  I had worn sweats but decided to ditch them right away so I could squirm through the crowd to get to my approximate pace area.

Act One.

The race start unceremoniously–there wasn’t a gun or cannon or anything other than the announcer sending us off.  I fell into my rhythm pretty quickly–I enjoy larger races where you get to do some weaving at the beginning.  The first few miles seemed to go easy enough, I tried to focus on breathing easy and running the tangents.  I was clicking off the miles, I was a few seconds ahead of my dream pace at 6 miles and ended up going through the 10k mark within a few seconds of my finishing time from the week before.

The most exciting thing was counting the number of fellow runners (about 5 during this stretch) who warned me about my left shoelace that had come untied during the first mile.

Splits, Miles 1-6: 6:54, 6:53, 7:02, 6:57, 7:11, 6:52.

Total, first 6.9 miles: 48:27, 7:01 pace.

Act Two.

Clunk!

Around 6.5 miles, my right calf started to tighten.  Then it cramped. Then I felt–something.  I hesitate to name it because that would imply I knew what it was.  It was two sharp pains, one right after the other.  The first dead center in my calf, the other slightly higher.

My race was over.

I slowed down, although my Garmin indicated it wasn’t as much as I thought at the time–about 40 seconds per mile.

I eventually came to a port-a-potty, and feeling the need to use that too, I hopped in & out relatively quickly.  I hung out and tried to stretch–spent about a minute there.  The calf still was very tight but I headed out, wondering if I was about to get my first DNF ever.

Going at the slower pace, I did find time to take a different perspective.  I took long looks at the waves on Lake Superior–i could hear them crash against the rocks in some places.  And while the first part of the race had only a few pockets of spectators, this portion had more clusters.  Since I was no longer racing, I paid attention to the spectators’ faces.  I’ve never looked at the spectators so much. It was a bit surreal–I’m hobbling along, thinking my race is basically over and seeing all those faces and realizing they had no idea what I was going through.

Splits, miles 7-9:  8:46, 8:15, 7:48,

Total 2.1 miles, 18:11, 8:38 pace.

Act Three.

As I was enjoying what had turned into a training run for me, I made the mistake of hearing a group of college guys ask, “Got a bit of Captain in you?”

Since I wasn’t racing, I decided I might as well.  I U-turned and hydrated with half a pint of Rum. And washed it down with half a can of Coors Light.

Not smart.  Under no circumstances would I recommend slamming rum & beer during a race. But then again, I wasn’t racing anymore.

As I burped my way through the next half mile, something odd happened.  I stopped paying attention to my calf and started running at a faster clip.  The first split caught me by surprise, when I saw the second, I rushed to do some  arunmathtic and realized while I wasn’t going to PR, I  had not lost that much time overall.  I even started to think I could set a course PR.

That didn’t work out, I was not able to speed up enough and the curves in the thirteenth mile were difficult on my tender legs but I did finish nicely and ended up running about two and a half minutes faster then the half I had run in May.

Miles 10-13.1: 7:08, 7:24, 7:18, 7:55 (7:29)

Total 4.1 miles, 30:44 (7:29 pace).

Final: 13.1 miles, 1:37:25 (7:27 pace).

The End.

I gathered my post-race goodies–a technical shirt, medal, and some grub.  I did stand in line for 20 minutes for a massage and started to get really cold–while the weather had been fine while running, standing in the wind, even wearing my sweats that I had put one, got to be cold.  I figured the massage would help my calf and it did, a bit, but not as much as I hoped.

And then I had to figure out what had happened.  Somehow the ups & downs of the run were difficult to comprehend, especially the way I was able to struggle through the last 4+ miles.  It would have make sense if I had cramped up and struggled to the finish but I’m a bit perplexed at how I was able to recover a bit.  I’ve had rough patches before but this seemed like a significant injury that was going to wreck this race.

Not Quite the End.

Three days after the race, I am still sore–especially both calves, especially the right one.  Other areas–hips, quads–are also sore.  I had the same problem with my right calf last summer and it took two weeks to work through it.  I did two miles yesterday and will try for three tomorrow but I had planned to basically take the rest of June easy anyhow.

I am a mixture of satisfied and disappointed–I know I have a better race in me but am happy with the way I fought through this race. The thing is, I have the opportunity to run another 13.1 on July 4th.   So IF my body heals, I do have a chance to redeem myself if I choose–and I undoubtedly will choose to  if my body & family allow it.

Lessons (Hopefully) Learned:

  • While the weather was great for running, given the fact that I had no chance to do my regular mile+ gentle warm-up, I should have gone out slower–even 15-20 second per mile–to give my legs a chance to warm up.  I think I could have prevented my calf problem with an adequate warm-up.
  • Racing the week before my big race, even if it was a free race, was probably a mistake and left me vulnerable.
  • Like Yogi Berra said about baseball, running is “90% mental and the other half is physical”. I think the fact that I didn’t dwell on my calf and re-focused on enjoying the unique training run I was having allowed me to rebound a bit.
  • Taking the time to poop, stretch, and hydrate really didn’t take as much time as it seemed like at the time.
  • I should be taking a more pro-active approach to stretching and strengthening exercises.
  • Sometimes doing the unorthodox–having a drink during a race–might not help, but might not hurt either (although I don’t plan on making this my standard race place).

Done?!

June 18, 2011 § Leave a comment

Well, if all went well, I just finished (and hopefully remembered to Smile! at the camera).

Go!

June 18, 2011 § Leave a comment

And We’re Off!

Things I Think: Post-ALARC Legends 10k

June 16, 2011 § Leave a comment

Only two items in this post-race thinkpad.

First, I have found only one race report so far for the ALARC Legends 10k, Richelle has a great race report and also has a Minnesota Runner’s Giveaway of some SWAG she has collected and a cool necklace (your choice of three) that she made.

Second, I’ve been putzing around figuring what I should try to run at Bjorklund.  Originally, I was hoping to PR by running faster than 93:39 (7:09 pace).  Then, I thought maybe I would just be happy by beating my course record of 95:47 (7:19).  Then I started to think that might be too aggressive.

But then I saw the forecast, perfect conditions: cool, around 50 degrees. Maybe some rain. Wind (10-15 mph) at our backs.

And the added confidence of running 6 easy miles at 6:58 pace without feeling like I was pushing.  Plus I’m feeling strong during my taper.

So my plan is to attack.  Go out and run the first 10 miles at 7:00 pace and assess then whether I want to coast in, whether I’m going to crash, or whether I want to race the final 5k.  I figure if I hit 10 at 70:00, I could slow to 8:00 pace and still run a respectable 94-something.  But even if I totally crash, so what? If I crash and burn, so what? I’m doing this for fun, nothing really depends on me running a certain pace. I’ve got no pressure on me to do anything so just go for it and see what I can do.

It’s nice to have a plan.

It’s also nice to have incentive.  I decided that if I PR, I’m going to treat myself to this:

It’s not expensive–in fact, cheaper than most singlets I’ve found but not something I really need.

Things I Think: Post-Lake Minnetonka Half Marathon

May 3, 2011 § 3 Comments

Well, other than being wiped out later in the day I don’t seem to have done any permanent damage.  I have the normal aches and realized I got dehydrated–didn’t have to make any trips Monday morning after drinking a liter of water on my way into work.  Yikes!  That normally that leads to 3 or 4 trips.

I did take the Monday off from running to give my various body parts–Achilles, quads, and left thumb some time to heal.

To, borrow from CNN-Sports Illustrated Writer, Peter King, here are some things I think I think after running the Lake Minnetonka Half Marathon.

     1) Reading others’ stories about the same race is a lot of fun.  Gives you a different perspective.   So far, I’ve read:

  • Julie’s Race Report–she almost didn’t bring any cold-weather gear.  Yowzer!
  • Chemo-man’s Report–Someone I noticed in the crowd.  I need to read more of his story.
  • Mark also didn’t like the way the starting mats were positioned and ran with the 1:40 pace group and he passed me somewhere between 8.5 and the finish.
  • Alyssa ran a great race in nasty conditions to come within 1 minute of her PR.
  • A Vegan Runner and her fiance both run PRs!
  • Jen and Willa rejoiced in victory.
  • Tenacious (didn’t find her official handle) had a Pyrrhic Victory.
  • The winner, Seth Brickley, and I have something in common–our shoes come untied during races except he takes the time to stop & tie them.
  • minnetonkafelix’s photos–Some great pictures of the race, a talented photographer with some good photos of the Lake Minnetonka area.
  • Official photos of the race.  I didn’t see myself in the 400+ pictures but recognized a lot of other runners.

2)  This winter needs to end.

3)  Whatever fruit punch trauma I suffered in my childhood made a deep and permanent scar on my taste buds & stomach.  Red Gatorade, Yuck!

4)  I am getting older and slower but maybe not as fast I thought I was.

5)  Cross-training and stretching are good ideas.

6)  Despite sometimes recognizing good ideas, I can completely pretend like they don’t exist.

7)  Opposable thumbs are a nice feature–they make things like tying your shoes, pinning a bib, opening a Gu, and grabbing a cup of water a lot easier.  Thanks, Ugg and Eev for evolving them for us.

8)  A cold, blustery wind has a way of  distracting me from hills.

9)  Runners might be crazy.

10)  Our supporters and spectators might be crazier–standing around in that cold for a few hours to get a quick glimpse of their loved ones does not sound like fun.

11)  Happiness is a pair of warm sweatpants.

12)  I probably could use a more closely fitted running jacket.

13)  Sometimes my mp3 player is smarter than I am.

.1)  I wonder if the person who figures out the proper formula for the number of port-a-potties required for a race will earn a Nobel Prize for physics, medicine, economics, peace, or all of the above?

2011 Lake Minnetonka Half Marathon Race Report

May 1, 2011 § 2 Comments

Uff-da!

Today was not a pleasant day to run.  Temps in low 30s and more annoying, we had consistent, considerable winds.  We’ve had temps in the 60s at times this spring so dropping back down to the 30s was difficult.

The first word that came to mind at the end of the race today was “fatigue” but that’s mostly because the end of the race is the easiest to remember because of its proximity.  Yes, the winds and hills took their toll today but overall, I, as Norm encouraged me, “crushed it” today.

My official time was 1:39.56.6, a good 3+ seconds faster than my “A” goal.  And it was no gimme.

I got to the race an hour before the chilly 8:00 start time–early enough that I was able to walk right up and get my race bib.  Not a lot to note during my warm-up, I did an easy mile to get the blood pumping, hit the port-a-potties, my mp3 quit in the cold, and I debated what to wear.

One nice thing about the start was they  had the Minnesota Pacers  there with their signs which made it easier to know where in the pack to line up–find a pacer running about your expected time and jump in near them.

There were some announcements at the beginning and I can not say I actually paid attention so I may have missed something that caused me some confusion but about a minute after we started–about a tenth of a mile–we crossed the timing mats.  I figured they were just there to figure out what wave someone had run in and that the actual starting line had been where we lined up.  This race was small enough that even those at the back of the pack would have only taken a few seconds to get to the initial starting line.

The first mile went by in a near perfect 7:34 (7:38 was my “A” pace) and then, even though I felt like I was dogging a little, the second mile went flying by in 7:11.  When I saw that, I instantly backed off.

The next several miles were all between 7:30 and 7:41, so I was cruising.  I was ducking behind  others when I had a chance and it was busy enough that there almost always seemed to be someone to run with.  There were hills, water stops, and views of the lake.

The one thing that I noticed early on–and this contributed to my confusion on where the official start had been–but early on, definitely by the third mile, my Garmin would signal the end of a mile and then a little later I would see the mile marker.  I noticed others’ watches were flagging the miles at about the same point as mine.  The race directors had planned to certify the course the week before the race after the finish had been finalized so I wondered if the mile markers had been planned before the official course had been determined–I was hoping that the mile markers were off a bit but that the overall course would be spot on.

Really, the first nine miles went by great–I hit 9 at 1:08:04 (7:34 pace).  Mentally, I had calculated that I had a 50 second cushion and I could slack off to a 7:50 pace and still make my goal.  I thought at that point that I had it easy.

But that would have been too boring.

During the tenth mile I hit a rough patch.  My legs lost all their spunk and a spot on my right quad started to complain.  There wasn’t pain but it just didn’t feel like it wanted to work any more.  I knocked off the next three miles in 7:44, 7:46, and 7:53, knocking my cushion down to about 20 seconds with at least 1.1 to go.  I also didn’t know how my confusion about the starting line factored in.

During the eleventh mile, I had heard some cheer, “Way to go 1:40” and figured that that pace group was behind me.  My high school cross-country coach had taught us to never look to see who was behind you–just run as hard as you can.  I was running with a sense that I was losing my goal as it was creeping up from behind to pass me.

The 1:40 pacer did pass me during the twelfth mile and I recognized several of the runners near him as ones that had lined up near him at the start so it seems like they really did let him pace them.

But watching the pacer pull away from me was dis-heartening.  As was getting slowly but steadily passed from others (the results show I was in 183rd place at 8.5 miles but finished 228th so 45 people passed me in that 4.5ish miles).  I clung onto the fact that I had a cushion and that I could push the final mile.  When the final mile came, I decided I could push the final 0.1.  I tried and did sneak out a 7:23 pace over the final 0.21 miles for a watch time of 1:40:51.

So I had gone from a high of thinking I was going to meet my goal easily, to feeling like I was letting it get away, to being disappointed-if unsure-that I had missed it by almost a minute.  And now, I feel a bit revenged in that apparently the race didn’t start until the mats and that I did actually meet my goal.

But regardless, even if 1:40:51 was my real time, it was an amazing run.  The thing is, I really don’t have any runs in my recent training to say I was ready to run this fast for this long.  I have had 7 runs this year that I have run faster than 8:00/mile–only one was longer than 3 miles and it was only 5 miles.  I have to go back to October of 2010 when I ran a 10 miler at 7:56 to really get close to this run.  So other than Race-day Magic, I really had no business running like that.

Overall, the race itself was pretty good.  The starting line confusion is troubling–especially for a race that is 31 years old and had professional timers.  The finish, while not hilly was on a wet, grassy area that was getting chewed up and pretty slick by the time I finished.  Not good at the end of a 13-mile race.  They had the goodies area roped off and right pass the finish so it was a bit congested.  They had the red Gatorade which I cannot drink but water was available too.  I didn’t have a problem with the buses but others reportedly did–standing around in the cold would not have been fun.  So definitely some things they could improve upon.

The weather is out of their control, as are the deer, which may have run into a runner but I’m not sure about that.  The hills are there.

The swag was decent–a decent looking technical shirt and a medal.  I don’t really NEED a medal from every race I do but at least it is a bit different.  Since I make maps for a living, I do appreciate the fact that both the shirt and medal are maps of the course.

Overall, a good race, I ran pretty well–definitely gives me some confidence heading into Bjorklund in about 6 weeks that I might challenge my PR of 93:39.

UPDATE: Adam Kocinski (one of the race directors) confirmed on facebook that a runner did encounter a deer, writing “He was taken by ambulance to the hospital and suffered a concussion and torn ligaments in his ankle. In lots of pain still…a journey to recovery.”

Scary.

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