Countdown to Boston

I’ve spent a fair amount of time today trying to write down my thoughts about tomorrow’s Boston Marathon. I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s simply bigger than I am capable of comprehending.

On the one hand, it’s “just a marathon”. I show up at the starting line, wait in the impossibly long line to use the porta-john, run at a pace I think I can sustain, grab water along the way as needed, and collect my finisher’s medal at the finish line. Just like any other race.

But, this is an event on par with the Super Bowl or the Indy 500. The best runners in the world will also be running. It’s the oldest and most prestigious marathon in the US. There will be 500,000 spectators lining the streets and cheering the runners on.

What makes this race different than most others is that people who don’t run know about it, and people who do run put it on their bucket list of races to enter. People can relate to me saying “I’m running Boston” in a way they simply can’t when I say “I’m running Stu’s 30K”. In short, people get excited that I’m in the Boston Marathon.

Simply put, tomorrow is shaping up to be a life-changing day. Today I should be able to run a marathon. Tomorrow, God willing, I will have run a marathon, and arguably the most significant marathon in the world.

But for my purposes in actually running the race, it will have to be “just a marathon” until I reach the finish line. This means sticking to my usual race routine, and more importantly not getting carried away and running too fast at the beginning. Because really, like any other race the way to get from the starting line to the finish line is to simply focus on putting one foot in front of the other.

Having said that, I’ll probably be up at 3am obsessing over what to wear. And hey, I’M IN THE BOSTON MARATHON, HOW COOL IS THAT!?!?!?

Observations from an easy treadmill workout

47 days to the marathon! My biggest training accomplishment today was remembering to throw my water bottle into my gym bag so I’m not constantly hopping off the treadmill to fill up the thimble sized cups that are available at the water cooler. Not that I really needed the water today with my short and slow walk, but building the habit of having water handy means I don’t need to think about it in the future.

Another variation I tried today was to work out on an empty stomach before lunch. Somehow I seem to have this fear of starving to death during a run, and try to avoid running on a completely empty stomach. But since an easy day was planned, it made sense to force the body to work off of what was in long term storage. This worked out really well, as I had more energy after the workout than before it started. Of course, that might also be the result of having a meeting just before the workout.

On the downside, the fitness room was packed during the lunch hour, and the TV had the noontime news on. This is not life affirming. I couldn’t hear the stories over the noise of the equipment, which made me more aware that the images on the screen were quite vivid. There’s somebody getting punched in the face. Here’s the security video of an armed robbery. And finally, a car running down a bunch of bicyclists (I found a print version of the story here). These are traumatic events you might witness firsthand a few times in your entire lifetime, so by my count I had a lifetime of trauma condensed into a 30 minute capsule. All while I was trying to have a positive workout.

So the plan tomorrow is to do another easy workout in the morning before breakfast. Hopefully I’ll have my water bottle and there won’t be any news on.

A Run in Pictures

Having found out that my camera case slips nicely onto the belt of my water bottle holder, I took my camera on a run with me just before Christmas. We start on my street having just left my driveway:


Past the neighbor with the horse:

Out onto a secondary road:

Past Flat Pond:


Past the new development where they're cutting down a lot of trees to put up mini mansions:


Past the cutest little humble house in town:


Past the field with cows, but sadly the pigs aren't out today:


And finally, around the quaint little country store before heading back home:

Mill Cities Relay Race Report

So why exactly am I standing outside in the dark at 6am on a cold Sunday morning in December with 50 other people? It’s the pre-race meeting and “pep rally” for the Squannacook River Runners just prior to this year’s Mill Cities Relay. I’m severely undercaffeinated. It makes it more fun to try and recognize people who are bundled up beyond recognition. Our club had eleven teams of five runners each. Somehow my teammates and I are able to find each other and hop into a minivan. To make that a bit more of a challenge, the teams were reshuffled late yesterday.

Since I am neither driving nor the team captain, I didn’t think it was important to know details such as where the race actually starts. That changed the moment I saw our fearless leader attempting to both drive and operate a Garmin at the same time. Suddenly I’m the navigator trying to give directions to… um… that green circle on the way zoomed out printout of the city map.

Actually it was pretty easy to find. At this hour in the morning, most of the traffic in that area was people heading to the race, so you just follow a car with a 26.2 sticker on the back. There were many to choose from. Interesting side note: Of the 5 people on our team, I’m the only one who hasn’t run a marathon. Yet.

The race starts at 8am, and also around that time everybody who isn’t running the first leg is hopping back into their cars and heading to the first exchange point. This leads to a bit of gridlock between runners on foot and runners in cars. Plan for a bit of delay if possible. Worst case scenario is that a runner is faster than expected while the drive takes longer than expected.

Luckily that didn’t quite happen to us. We showed up at the exchange point for the start of my leg with about 15 minutes to spare. I had just downed a GU and was about 50 feet into a slow warm-up jog when I hear my name being shouted frantically behind me. I turn around and see Frank (who has our team ”baton”) go past. Turns out we miscalculated his estimated arrival time, and he was running a very fast leg to boot. So much for a warm-up, let’s start by doing a full out sprint trying to catch up with Frank as he does his finishing surge to the handoff point.

It’s slightly downhill at the start. According to my watch, I’m running the first quarter mile or so at a sub seven minute pace. This can’t last. So I back off to what would still be a personal record smashing pace for me of about an 8-minute mile. A few people start running past me. They’re flying. Nobody has ever passed me so decisively in a race before. I check my watch. Yep, faster than I’ve ever gone before. Hmmm…

This shows the two key differences between a relay and a normal race. First, unless you are running the first leg, you’re not quite sure exactly when your leg will start. Second, which also does not apply to the first leg, you can be way behind slower runners and way ahead of faster runners.

Back to the race. My stomach is telling me it doesn’t like sprinting immediately after having a packet of GU. My legs are telling me they don’t like sprinting the day after doing a long run. So I backed off to something that was barely a personal record pace for me. I’m still running faster than I ever have in a race. So why is everybody passing me?

What always amazes me is that no matter how exhausted I am, when the finish line (or handoff point) is in sight, the body finds a way to go a little faster. I finished my leg averaging my fastest race pace ever at the end of my longest week of running ever. Adrenaline is a wonderful thing.

And this is where I’ll end the story. Everybody on the team beat their estimated pace for the day, and we finished twenty seven miles in a total of three and a half hours. That won’t win any prizes, but it was solidly in the middle of the pack, and a really adventuresome way to spend a Sunday morning.

Potpourri #1

Instant messaging is a great way to communicate. It’s more real time than e-mail, but you can actually be somewhat involved in other things without being rude. Problem is Facebook chat has been unreliable, so conversations seem to just end suddenly. That or I’m offending all of my friends.

There’s slightly less than 60 hours until the Ayer Thanksgiving day 5K. Hell yes I’m excited about it. This will be the third straight year I’m running the race. The best way I can think of to spend a holiday is to be surrounded by friends doing a positive and healthy activity.

I bought a neti pot today for $12. In terms of price for expected function, it’s a good value. Several people I know rave about them. On the other hand, I spent $12 for about as much plastic as you get for free with a gallon of milk and a handful of individual salt packets. Not sure a used neti pot is the way to go either. Once it’s been stuck up your nose, it’s basically yours for life.

Can’t believe so many stations are playing Christmas music around the clock already. How about waiting until December 20th? Time to break out the Guns ‘n’ Roses CDs. I don’t see Axl Rose writing any happy holiday tunes. Ditto for AC/DC, unless you count “Big Balls”, which is about parties and sort of festive.

I rotated the tires on my truck this past weekend. Keep tire wear even is the least of my concerns. Checking that the tires are wearing normally, that the suspension doesn’t have any loose bits, and that the brakes have some life left are the real reasons for rotating your tires. As a bonus, should you find your tire flat in the parking lot, you know your wheels aren’t rusted onto the hubs and your spare is ready to go.

And last but certainly not least, hiking/running up Mt. Wachusett was a great experience. I found out that I can hike in my trail running shoes and run with a backpack on. So when you combine being able to jog the flat and smooth sections while hiking the steep rocky sections, you get an awesome workout at a reasonable heart rate. Great way to cover some serious distance.

I’m also finding that I dislike hiking in boots. It seems that in the process of supporting your ankles, they transfer a lot of load onto your knees and hips. On an uneven trail, sometimes it’s simply easier to have your ankle rotating all over the place and your leg gets to stay straight.

Tire Tribulations and an Outhouse

In retrospect, Tuesday’s tire tribulation was the turning point for my week. I had a solid plan for running. The alarm was set for Tuesday morning, and I got up, had my breakfast, got out the door earlier than usual and had an awesome run on what was a dreary and almost rainy morning. Everything was right with my world. And then I noticed the tire that was almost flat.

Now here is where my mental processes tend to go a bit wonky. You’d think I’d be rather happy to catch a flat tire in the garage, at home, where we happily have more cars than drivers. This should only be one level up from a blown light bulb.

But not quite. In my mind, I recalled how I recently drove around with a leaky tire and a bike pump in the back seat for about a month until finally getting around to buying a new set of tires. New tires are supposed to hold air. This was a violation of contract. How could the tire do this to me? Tires have evil intentions, I know it.

And then I think about the remnants of the old outhouse sitting next to the driveway. They were supposed to be hauled to the dump a couple weeks ago, except I needed the truck for something else while the dump was closed, so it all got emptied out. A few weeks went by and I never got around to hauling them to the dump. In fact, I had blissfully forgotten that this chore even needed to be done.


So it’s not just a flat tire, it’s a history of procrastination and suddenly seeing all the things that need doing. How am I ever going to stick to my running plan with all these other things that need procrastinating? I need to spend lots of time worrying now, don’t I? Therapists make a living off of this kind of thinking.

But wait! Here’s an opportunity to have a calm and rational reaction to the situation. An opportunity to begin building a new habit of sticking to an original plan while making reasonable adjustments, if needed, as things come up. Okay, in that moment, it was really difficult to see opportunity.

But on Wednesday, I tricked myself by adding “remove flat tire and replace with spare” onto my running plan. Now I’m not dealing with a hassle anymore, I’m exercising. I like exercise; it makes me healthy and optimistic. And it turns out that jacking up a car on a cold morning is so much easier when your muscles are loose and you’ve already worked up a bit of a sweat. And as it turns out, there was an easy to see nail in the tread. Should be a simple flat repair. Toss the flat into the back of the truck and go on with my day.


On Thursday, I ran some intervals, and took the flat tire back to NTB for a free flat repair.

On Friday, which was a planned rest day, I loaded the outhouse remnants into the truck along with some other trash and hauled them off to the dump (oh, excuse me; it’s now called a “transfer station”). After getting up early for hard runs on Tuesday and Thursday, it was positively delightful to sleep in until 7am and take a leisurely side trip to the dump. As a bonus, since they had to weigh my truck before and after, I now know that my pickup truck with an empty bed, half a tank of gas, and me driving weighs an even 5,000 lbs.

So not only did I stick to my original running plan for the week, I handled an unexpected tire problem and also did a task I had been procrastinating on. Forget the cardiovascular benefits of exercise, simply creating a plan and sticking with it as other things come up feels awesome.

What a great week! The irony is that without the flat tire, I probably would have stuck with the run/work/sleep routine and not gotten the outhouse bits to the dump. So it was a better week because something went wrong and I rose to the occasion, and then kept going. Now if I can only do that without the bit about the flat tire.

Need for Speed

Let me start by saying I’m having dreams of running a full marathon in 2011, specifically the BayState marathon in Lowell. This race has two key advantages. First, I’ve run the half-marathon version already, and am familiar with the start and finish portions of the race. Second, the Squanacook River Runners, of which I am a member, manage one of the water stops. And thirdly, it’s only a 30 minute or so drive from home to the starting line. Okay, so I can’t count very well tonight.

Not that I’ve put a lot of thought into this (okay, maybe I have), but being able to reliably finish a marathon in under 5 hours seems like a good goal. Most marathon courses close after 6 hours, which means no more water stops or traffic cones, and probably no medal at the finish line. So if you plan for 5 hours and have a bad day, you’ll probably still finish in under 6. Or at least so goes my thinking.

And if you combine the two half marathons I’ve run, you end up with a time somewhat over 5 hours. I need to get faster. I also need more endurance, but building endurance hasn’t been a problem for me. I just go slow and take walk breaks and can go quite a long ways.

As luck would have it, I’ve got two races coming up in the next month, the Ayer Thanksgiving 5K and the Mill Cities relay race. The fun part of the relay is I don’t know how long a leg I’m going to need to run yet.

So my short term goal for the next month is to get some good speed work in, and not focus so much on the total weekly mileage. I’m thinking tempo runs on Tuesdays and interval runs on Thursdays. Wednesday would be an easy run. Monday and Friday off. And a good long slow run/walk or trail run on the weekend, just so I don’t lose what endurance I might still have.

Okay, now that my plans are in the public domain, I am honor bound to follow them, right? If anybody is reading this, send encouragement please!