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Ran a 10k in June (8 Viewers)
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IvanKaramazov
Footballguy
:XJust got back from the San Diego marathon. (my first)#### ME IN THE GOAT ###!!!!I wanted to finish in 4:22 (10min mile)57min on the first 10k2hours halfway (9:16 min/mile)Held onto the 10 minute cushion until mile 20 then BAM!!! I hit theand gave back 9 of the 10 minutes in the last 6.2 miles.Finished in 4:21 barely held onto my 10 minute mile, but I held on and that is all I care about.Now it's time for an ice bath and then it's time for a BBQ.Thanks for the support.I do not know how RoarinS did.
El Floppo
Footballguy
RoarinSonoran
Footballguy
P ####ing R!!!!
Holy freakin' cow, I don't think I've ever run a race like that! SUUUUH-WEEEEEET!!! By mile 19, I had built up a 5min cushion on having a 10min pace. Where I had previously reached mile 17 in 3hours, I managed to knock 15mins off that time. I gave it all back and then some after 20 (see below), but I was feeling awesome. I think I can owe it all to running with the Ipod. I had it on 'shuffle', and lucked out with the right songs hitting when I needed them (ie a small uphill).
Once again, I want to kill the course designer.
Here I was worried about the two huge cliffs we had to dive off of in the first dozen miles (with a climb in between), when the real killer came at 19.8 (probably the same place Chaka bonked). There was a huge overpass (over a roadway, over a waterway??? something), and it was pretty much straight up.
20+ years ago I ran a marathon in 4:31:26, today I knocked off more than two mins (and more than 20mins off my best time in recent years) to finish in 4:29:12.
Heck, Chaka and I might have shared the road for a good portion of the race, but he probably started out a few corrals ahead of me. I forgot to copy his phone number from a PM, so I wasn't able to get in touch when we got to town. Next time, eh bud?
We just got home within the hour, as Paul Harvey would say, the REST of the story. Let's start at the beginning. Saturday morning, I had a conference to attend, so I did that until we broke for lunch, then I hopped on a plane while my wife and the kids were already driving over to SD. However, lunch arrived a little late, so naturally I was late getting on the move. Throw in some car trouble, and I was literally sweating bullets. However, I finally got to the airport, did an O.J. impersonation (no, not the slice and dice version, the running through the airport version), and got to the gate just as they were about ready to board. The skies over SD were full, so our plane had to go around again on final approach and that got us in a little late. We rushed off to the Convention Center for packet pickup, but thanks to traffic I barely made it with about a half-hour to spare. A bit of Guinness Beef Boxy (sp?) at The Field down in the Gaslight District, and day one came to a close after checking in to the hotel.
Post-race was equally an adventure. We went over to Coronado for a late breakfast at the Bay Beach Cafe (the wife swears by the French Toast, and it was darned good, but I could only get half of it down due to post-race loss of appetite). Then we went to the beach on the other side of the island and I got in my ice bath. Well, somewhat. I didn't feel like changing into a swimsuit and really getting into deeper water for a full soak, so I just waded in in my running attire and went as deep as I could go without having waves soak my britches. It helped some, and I also think walking barefoot across the beach acted like a warm massage which helped my aching feet.
On to the drive home. All was fine until we got to the halfway point, in Yuma. We stopped for gas, being on fumes because I wanted to save ~50cents a gallon for AZ gas vs Cali gas. However, my debit card was declined. WTF??!!! Apparently something cleared that shouldn't have, so we were screwed, 160miles from home with an empty tank and no means (ie cash, checkbook) to fill it. After talking with the station manager, he suggested going to a WalMart down the road and having someone wire us some money. We did that and were soon on our way, losing about three hours.
And here I am! I'm off to bed, laters! Sig updated.
Holy freakin' cow, I don't think I've ever run a race like that! SUUUUH-WEEEEEET!!! By mile 19, I had built up a 5min cushion on having a 10min pace. Where I had previously reached mile 17 in 3hours, I managed to knock 15mins off that time. I gave it all back and then some after 20 (see below), but I was feeling awesome. I think I can owe it all to running with the Ipod. I had it on 'shuffle', and lucked out with the right songs hitting when I needed them (ie a small uphill).
Once again, I want to kill the course designer.
Here I was worried about the two huge cliffs we had to dive off of in the first dozen miles (with a climb in between), when the real killer came at 19.8 (probably the same place Chaka bonked). There was a huge overpass (over a roadway, over a waterway??? something), and it was pretty much straight up.20+ years ago I ran a marathon in 4:31:26, today I knocked off more than two mins (and more than 20mins off my best time in recent years) to finish in 4:29:12.
Heck, Chaka and I might have shared the road for a good portion of the race, but he probably started out a few corrals ahead of me. I forgot to copy his phone number from a PM, so I wasn't able to get in touch when we got to town. Next time, eh bud?
We just got home within the hour, as Paul Harvey would say, the REST of the story. Let's start at the beginning. Saturday morning, I had a conference to attend, so I did that until we broke for lunch, then I hopped on a plane while my wife and the kids were already driving over to SD. However, lunch arrived a little late, so naturally I was late getting on the move. Throw in some car trouble, and I was literally sweating bullets. However, I finally got to the airport, did an O.J. impersonation (no, not the slice and dice version, the running through the airport version), and got to the gate just as they were about ready to board. The skies over SD were full, so our plane had to go around again on final approach and that got us in a little late. We rushed off to the Convention Center for packet pickup, but thanks to traffic I barely made it with about a half-hour to spare. A bit of Guinness Beef Boxy (sp?) at The Field down in the Gaslight District, and day one came to a close after checking in to the hotel.
Post-race was equally an adventure. We went over to Coronado for a late breakfast at the Bay Beach Cafe (the wife swears by the French Toast, and it was darned good, but I could only get half of it down due to post-race loss of appetite). Then we went to the beach on the other side of the island and I got in my ice bath. Well, somewhat. I didn't feel like changing into a swimsuit and really getting into deeper water for a full soak, so I just waded in in my running attire and went as deep as I could go without having waves soak my britches. It helped some, and I also think walking barefoot across the beach acted like a warm massage which helped my aching feet.
On to the drive home. All was fine until we got to the halfway point, in Yuma. We stopped for gas, being on fumes because I wanted to save ~50cents a gallon for AZ gas vs Cali gas. However, my debit card was declined. WTF??!!! Apparently something cleared that shouldn't have, so we were screwed, 160miles from home with an empty tank and no means (ie cash, checkbook) to fill it. After talking with the station manager, he suggested going to a WalMart down the road and having someone wire us some money. We did that and were soon on our way, losing about three hours.
And here I am!
I'm off to bed, laters! Sig updated.Darrinll40
Footballguy
Now that's an experience. Sorry that you had such a hard time after the race, and that you couldn't fully enjoy breakfast, but it is great that you finished and beat your time from 20 years ago. Sounds like you had a pretty good time overall. I hope that you enjoyed your rest.P ####ing R!!!!
Holy freakin' cow, I don't think I've ever run a race like that! SUUUUH-WEEEEEET!!! By mile 19, I had built up a 5min cushion on having a 10min pace. Where I had previously reached mile 17 in 3hours, I managed to knock 15mins off that time. I gave it all back and then some after 20 (see below), but I was feeling awesome. I think I can owe it all to running with the Ipod. I had it on 'shuffle', and lucked out with the right songs hitting when I needed them (ie a small uphill).
Once again, I want to kill the course designer.
20+ years ago I ran a marathon in 4:31:26, today I knocked off more than two mins (and more than 20mins off my best time in recent years) to finish in 4:29:12.
Heck, Chaka and I might have shared the road for a good portion of the race, but he probably started out a few corrals ahead of me. I forgot to copy his phone number from a PM, so I wasn't able to get in touch when we got to town. Next time, eh bud?
We just got home within the hour, as Paul Harvey would say, the REST of the story. Let's start at the beginning. Saturday morning, I had a conference to attend, so I did that until we broke for lunch, then I hopped on a plane while my wife and the kids were already driving over to SD. However, lunch arrived a little late, so naturally I was late getting on the move. Throw in some car trouble, and I was literally sweating bullets. However, I finally got to the airport, did an O.J. impersonation (no, not the slice and dice version, the running through the airport version), and got to the gate just as they were about ready to board. The skies over SD were full, so our plane had to go around again on final approach and that got us in a little late. We rushed off to the Convention Center for packet pickup, but thanks to traffic I barely made it with about a half-hour to spare. A bit of Guinness Beef Boxy (sp?) at The Field down in the Gaslight District, and day one came to a close after checking in to the hotel.
Post-race was equally an adventure. We went over to Coronado for a late breakfast at the Bay Beach Cafe (the wife swears by the French Toast, and it was darned good, but I could only get half of it down due to post-race loss of appetite). Then we went to the beach on the other side of the island and I got in my ice bath. Well, somewhat. I didn't feel like changing into a swimsuit and really getting into deeper water for a full soak, so I just waded in in my running attire and went as deep as I could go without having waves soak my britches. It helped some, and I also think walking barefoot across the beach acted like a warm massage which helped my aching feet.
On to the drive home. All was fine until we got to the halfway point, in Yuma. We stopped for gas, being on fumes because I wanted to save ~50cents a gallon for AZ gas vs Cali gas. However, my debit card was declined. WTF??!!! Apparently something cleared that shouldn't have, so we were screwed, 160miles from home with an empty tank and no means (ie cash, checkbook) to fill it. After talking with the station manager, he suggested going to a WalMart down the road and having someone wire us some money. We did that and were soon on our way, losing about three hours.
And here I am!
Poppa
Footballguy
Nothin' beats stud'n...like an old man stud.Congratulations...
!
El Floppo
Footballguy
PR....P ####ing R!!!!
Holy freakin' cow, I don't think I've ever run a race like that! SUUUUH-WEEEEEET!!! By mile 19, I had built up a 5min cushion on having a 10min pace. Where I had previously reached mile 17 in 3hours, I managed to knock 15mins off that time. I gave it all back and then some after 20 (see below), but I was feeling awesome. I think I can owe it all to running with the Ipod. I had it on 'shuffle', and lucked out with the right songs hitting when I needed them (ie a small uphill).
Once again, I want to kill the course designer.
20+ years ago I ran a marathon in 4:31:26, today I knocked off more than two mins (and more than 20mins off my best time in recent years) to finish in 4:29:12.
Heck, Chaka and I might have shared the road for a good portion of the race, but he probably started out a few corrals ahead of me. I forgot to copy his phone number from a PM, so I wasn't able to get in touch when we got to town. Next time, eh bud?
We just got home within the hour, as Paul Harvey would say, the REST of the story. Let's start at the beginning. Saturday morning, I had a conference to attend, so I did that until we broke for lunch, then I hopped on a plane while my wife and the kids were already driving over to SD. However, lunch arrived a little late, so naturally I was late getting on the move. Throw in some car trouble, and I was literally sweating bullets. However, I finally got to the airport, did an O.J. impersonation (no, not the slice and dice version, the running through the airport version), and got to the gate just as they were about ready to board. The skies over SD were full, so our plane had to go around again on final approach and that got us in a little late. We rushed off to the Convention Center for packet pickup, but thanks to traffic I barely made it with about a half-hour to spare. A bit of Guinness Beef Boxy (sp?) at The Field down in the Gaslight District, and day one came to a close after checking in to the hotel.
Post-race was equally an adventure. We went over to Coronado for a late breakfast at the Bay Beach Cafe (the wife swears by the French Toast, and it was darned good, but I could only get half of it down due to post-race loss of appetite). Then we went to the beach on the other side of the island and I got in my ice bath. Well, somewhat. I didn't feel like changing into a swimsuit and really getting into deeper water for a full soak, so I just waded in in my running attire and went as deep as I could go without having waves soak my britches. It helped some, and I also think walking barefoot across the beach acted like a warm massage which helped my aching feet.
On to the drive home. All was fine until we got to the halfway point, in Yuma. We stopped for gas, being on fumes because I wanted to save ~50cents a gallon for AZ gas vs Cali gas. However, my debit card was declined. WTF??!!! Apparently something cleared that shouldn't have, so we were screwed, 160miles from home with an empty tank and no means (ie cash, checkbook) to fill it. After talking with the station manager, he suggested going to a WalMart down the road and having someone wire us some money. We did that and were soon on our way, losing about three hours.
And here I am!
Getting to and from the race.... I'm guessing the PR >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> travel
Congrats RS!!!! I guess all that recovery time you've had this year is paying off...
tri-man 47
Footballguy
Excellent job, RoarinS!!!
Darrinll40
Footballguy
I am changing my training plans for the half marathon in December.
Sat - long run June 7.77, Jul 8.35, Aug 9, Sept 10, maybe longer in Oct- Nov
Sun - 3-5 mile recovery run
Mon - 30 45 min bike
Tue - tennis
Wed - 5 mile run
Thur - Tennis
Fri - rest
At least one of my tennis days will be a real easy day. I hardly work up a sweat.
Anyone see any problems?
Sat - long run June 7.77, Jul 8.35, Aug 9, Sept 10, maybe longer in Oct- Nov
Sun - 3-5 mile recovery run
Mon - 30 45 min bike
Tue - tennis
Wed - 5 mile run
Thur - Tennis
Fri - rest
At least one of my tennis days will be a real easy day. I hardly work up a sweat.
Anyone see any problems?
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pigskinliquors
Dr. Parrothead
Thanks for sharing the pic's Tri-man! Great to hear that you are already back at it!
pigskinliquors
Dr. Parrothead
Awesome! I hate the proverbial wallJust got back from the San Diego marathon. (my first)#### ME IN THE GOAT ###!!!!I wanted to finish in 4:22 (10min mile)57min on the first 10k2hours halfway (9:16 min/mile)Held onto the 10 minute cushion until mile 20 then BAM!!! I hit theand gave back 9 of the 10 minutes in the last 6.2 miles.Finished in 4:21 barely held onto my 10 minute mile, but I held on and that is all I care about.Now it's time for an ice bath and then it's time for a BBQ.Thanks for the support.I do not know how RoarinS did.
It's always rewarding to survive a run and get through it though.
pigskinliquors
Dr. Parrothead
GREAT RUN and PR RS!!! Having difficulty getting home just adds to the story and the memories of the event. Happy recover!P ####ing R!!!!
Holy freakin' cow, I don't think I've ever run a race like that! SUUUUH-WEEEEEET!!! By mile 19, I had built up a 5min cushion on having a 10min pace. Where I had previously reached mile 17 in 3hours, I managed to knock 15mins off that time. I gave it all back and then some after 20 (see below), but I was feeling awesome. I think I can owe it all to running with the Ipod. I had it on 'shuffle', and lucked out with the right songs hitting when I needed them (ie a small uphill).
Once again, I want to kill the course designer.
20+ years ago I ran a marathon in 4:31:26, today I knocked off more than two mins (and more than 20mins off my best time in recent years) to finish in 4:29:12.
Heck, Chaka and I might have shared the road for a good portion of the race, but he probably started out a few corrals ahead of me. I forgot to copy his phone number from a PM, so I wasn't able to get in touch when we got to town. Next time, eh bud?
We just got home within the hour, as Paul Harvey would say, the REST of the story. Let's start at the beginning. Saturday morning, I had a conference to attend, so I did that until we broke for lunch, then I hopped on a plane while my wife and the kids were already driving over to SD. However, lunch arrived a little late, so naturally I was late getting on the move. Throw in some car trouble, and I was literally sweating bullets. However, I finally got to the airport, did an O.J. impersonation (no, not the slice and dice version, the running through the airport version), and got to the gate just as they were about ready to board. The skies over SD were full, so our plane had to go around again on final approach and that got us in a little late. We rushed off to the Convention Center for packet pickup, but thanks to traffic I barely made it with about a half-hour to spare. A bit of Guinness Beef Boxy (sp?) at The Field down in the Gaslight District, and day one came to a close after checking in to the hotel.
Post-race was equally an adventure. We went over to Coronado for a late breakfast at the Bay Beach Cafe (the wife swears by the French Toast, and it was darned good, but I could only get half of it down due to post-race loss of appetite). Then we went to the beach on the other side of the island and I got in my ice bath. Well, somewhat. I didn't feel like changing into a swimsuit and really getting into deeper water for a full soak, so I just waded in in my running attire and went as deep as I could go without having waves soak my britches. It helped some, and I also think walking barefoot across the beach acted like a warm massage which helped my aching feet.
On to the drive home. All was fine until we got to the halfway point, in Yuma. We stopped for gas, being on fumes because I wanted to save ~50cents a gallon for AZ gas vs Cali gas. However, my debit card was declined. WTF??!!! Apparently something cleared that shouldn't have, so we were screwed, 160miles from home with an empty tank and no means (ie cash, checkbook) to fill it. After talking with the station manager, he suggested going to a WalMart down the road and having someone wire us some money. We did that and were soon on our way, losing about three hours.
And here I am!
pigskinliquors
Dr. Parrothead
FYI to ALL: This website is GREAT for creating workout plans. I'm guessing it's been posted in here previously, but certainly worth a look.
Well, first thanks for everyone's interest in how I did. This is going to be long, so hopefully you have your popcorn...
I learned that you should not run with people you have not trained with or have similar goals as you do. You should also not run with your wife. If you train alone you should run alone.
As you may remember, I was going to run this alone then the guy's wife and then my wife jumped on board. As we were driving down, my wife said she did not run alone. Based on the conversation we had with the other guy's wife, she had similar goals as my wife as far as finishing. I figured I would leave them after the first mile or so.
Well, that plan was thrown out the window when at the 0.75 mile mark, the other wife got caught up in a crowd and ran ahead (the road was 3/4 bricks across and she ran to the pavement side with half the field and ended up getting swept ahead). Based on her predicted times, I figured we would catch up to her around mile 3 and I had the second half of the race to make up enough time to finish in under an hour. We never saw her again.
So, I was there with my wife who had never run more than 4 miles but had run a few 5ks. We hit 1 mile at about 9:45 (I did not have a watch because I thought I did not care about time but there was a timer there). Turns out I had 30 extra seconds of chip time, too. So, I felt pretty good about getting under an hour after we caught the other wife at mile 3 and I could head out on my own. My wife hit the wall a little before mile 3. She had a heart rate monitor and she was checking it constantly. I think she also had a mental block at 3.1 miles because of her 5k experience. We hit 5k at around 32 minutes. I started doing the math and did not think that I could get 1 hour but was seriously thinking of giving it a try when I saw my wife struggling. I had no idea what to do. Should I just leave her there or stick with her.
I stuck with her and was very proud that she made it in a pretty good time. But, my time sucked. For those that did not check I finished (the good news) in 1:11 (the bad news). The worst news is, I really didn't feel like I tried. At the time I felt like I was doing the right thing sticking with my wife, we were not that far off a 1 hour pace and I would have been happy with 1:05 or so (where the other wife ended up). But, the last 3 miles were a struggle for my wife and I kept thinking I would be happy just finishing. I am not.
I started getting more pissed as the weekend went on. I was pissed that I really didn't feel that spent after the race. I could have run more and I could have run faster. I was more pissed when I felt really good for my wife for finishing the race and really gutting it out. I felt good for the other wife who did a great job in beating her target and was really spent after the race. I felt really good for my friend who finished his marathon in 3:27 which was under his goal of 3:30 and was 6th in his age group it turns out even though he was a mess and had to go to the medical tent for a while (not an endorsement for running a marathon). The only one who didn't accomplish what they wanted was me it turns out. I was more pissed when I got home last night and there are no 10k races any time soon in the Chicago area. I figured I would find another 10k and get in well under an hour in the next week or so (I know I could have done it Saturday). Then, I check in here and realize that people really did care and as proud of my wife as I was, you guys are not going to get that satisfaction because I really didn't run a good race.
Looking back, I think the point where I wish I had made a better decision (besides not running on my own) was at the 5k mark when we did not catch the other wife and I was thinking what I would have to race the last 5k in 26 minutes and I didn't think I could. I should have ditched my wife and tried. Based on how I felt at the finish, I think I could have. But, the other thing I learned is, in shorter races, you don't have the ability to make up a lot of time.
So, the good news is, I finished and I should be able to easily beat my PR next time.
I need to find another race to set up some goals. The Indianapolis half marathon is in October and you run a lap around the Indianapolis speedway which sounds cool. Chicago has a half in September. I may shoot for that one even though it is not as cool. I will see if I can find a 10k I can go to in Indiana or Wisconsin or downstate IL in the next few weeks. I will be in outer banks, NC the week of July 4 and there is a 10k on July 7 in Wilmington, NC. I will see if I can convince my wife to delay when we leave to go home so I can run that. She owes me.
I think I also want to work on my speed for 5ks as I know I will be running in a Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving.
I need to set a new goal soon because I want to get back out there running. Saturday was a training run as far as I am concerned and a crappy one at that.
I learned that you should not run with people you have not trained with or have similar goals as you do. You should also not run with your wife. If you train alone you should run alone.
As you may remember, I was going to run this alone then the guy's wife and then my wife jumped on board. As we were driving down, my wife said she did not run alone. Based on the conversation we had with the other guy's wife, she had similar goals as my wife as far as finishing. I figured I would leave them after the first mile or so.
Well, that plan was thrown out the window when at the 0.75 mile mark, the other wife got caught up in a crowd and ran ahead (the road was 3/4 bricks across and she ran to the pavement side with half the field and ended up getting swept ahead). Based on her predicted times, I figured we would catch up to her around mile 3 and I had the second half of the race to make up enough time to finish in under an hour. We never saw her again.
So, I was there with my wife who had never run more than 4 miles but had run a few 5ks. We hit 1 mile at about 9:45 (I did not have a watch because I thought I did not care about time but there was a timer there). Turns out I had 30 extra seconds of chip time, too. So, I felt pretty good about getting under an hour after we caught the other wife at mile 3 and I could head out on my own. My wife hit the wall a little before mile 3. She had a heart rate monitor and she was checking it constantly. I think she also had a mental block at 3.1 miles because of her 5k experience. We hit 5k at around 32 minutes. I started doing the math and did not think that I could get 1 hour but was seriously thinking of giving it a try when I saw my wife struggling. I had no idea what to do. Should I just leave her there or stick with her.
I stuck with her and was very proud that she made it in a pretty good time. But, my time sucked. For those that did not check I finished (the good news) in 1:11 (the bad news). The worst news is, I really didn't feel like I tried. At the time I felt like I was doing the right thing sticking with my wife, we were not that far off a 1 hour pace and I would have been happy with 1:05 or so (where the other wife ended up). But, the last 3 miles were a struggle for my wife and I kept thinking I would be happy just finishing. I am not.
I started getting more pissed as the weekend went on. I was pissed that I really didn't feel that spent after the race. I could have run more and I could have run faster. I was more pissed when I felt really good for my wife for finishing the race and really gutting it out. I felt good for the other wife who did a great job in beating her target and was really spent after the race. I felt really good for my friend who finished his marathon in 3:27 which was under his goal of 3:30 and was 6th in his age group it turns out even though he was a mess and had to go to the medical tent for a while (not an endorsement for running a marathon). The only one who didn't accomplish what they wanted was me it turns out. I was more pissed when I got home last night and there are no 10k races any time soon in the Chicago area. I figured I would find another 10k and get in well under an hour in the next week or so (I know I could have done it Saturday). Then, I check in here and realize that people really did care and as proud of my wife as I was, you guys are not going to get that satisfaction because I really didn't run a good race.
Looking back, I think the point where I wish I had made a better decision (besides not running on my own) was at the 5k mark when we did not catch the other wife and I was thinking what I would have to race the last 5k in 26 minutes and I didn't think I could. I should have ditched my wife and tried. Based on how I felt at the finish, I think I could have. But, the other thing I learned is, in shorter races, you don't have the ability to make up a lot of time.
So, the good news is, I finished and I should be able to easily beat my PR next time.
I need to find another race to set up some goals. The Indianapolis half marathon is in October and you run a lap around the Indianapolis speedway which sounds cool. Chicago has a half in September. I may shoot for that one even though it is not as cool. I will see if I can find a 10k I can go to in Indiana or Wisconsin or downstate IL in the next few weeks. I will be in outer banks, NC the week of July 4 and there is a 10k on July 7 in Wilmington, NC. I will see if I can convince my wife to delay when we leave to go home so I can run that. She owes me.
I think I also want to work on my speed for 5ks as I know I will be running in a Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving.
I need to set a new goal soon because I want to get back out there running. Saturday was a training run as far as I am concerned and a crappy one at that.
Darrinll40
Footballguy
Sorry to hear that you had a not good experience. But on the plus side, you did gain a lot of goodwill with the wife. You can bring up this race any time she starts to question your devotion. There is a 10K in Munster, IN. 6-16
http://www.munster-rotary.org/MunsterRotaryRace.htm
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tri-man 47
Footballguy
Hey, Chaka, describe what you mean when you say you hit the wall. Was that your mind just turning negative, or giving you the feeling that you didn't have the strength to go on? Was it physical pain, either specific or general? I'd be interested to hear how you describe it.
Darrinll40
Footballguy
culdeus
Footballguy
Not speaking specifically for him, but I've bonked a couple of times. It's usually a function of poor eating during the race. I think physically what happens is that your body is running off carbs and at some point it runs out of carbs and freely available energy. Then the body shifts to trying to convert fat, which isn't as efficient and doesn't allow enough free calories to continue at the present pace so you can get a very sudden, very severe drop in energy levels over the whole body. It's not just the legs, it's everywhere. All your senses dull by 25% or so, your coordination drops, and you are suddenly disoriented. Do this a few times and you don't take eating lightly.
pigskinliquors
Dr. Parrothead
Awesome job GStrot!!! You have PLENTY of races in your future. Getting this one under your belt will be, and already is priceless. The fact that you ran with your wife gives you great husband points, and a memory to share with her. You didn't let ANYBODY down (none of us, or yourself). Had you ditched your wife, you would have let her down. If your house is anything like mine; when wifey is happy, Everyone's happy, when she's not happy, not so much. You will run well under an hour in a race one day soon, and can always look back at the current race as an accomplishment you were able to share with the Mrs. Well done!!!
Now, find a way to get off work early, and do some celebrating
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tri-man 47
Footballguy
GStrot, don't beat yourself up! In the big picture, you did the right thing ...and I sure hope your wife appreciates it!!! And hey, listen to yourself talk -- instead of being pleased with finishing a 10K, you're ticked that you couldn't push the pace. Go back and read post #1, and then read your race post!
A great, fun race: The Park Forest Scenic 10 on Labor Day morning. It's a 10 mile race, with most of the first half through a forest preserve, and then the latter half through a community with excellent neighborhood support - it's like their Labor Day parade. Entering/exiting the forest preserve you pass a string quartet, dressed in black, and then you have various musicians and cheerleaders and other stuff throughout the course. It's in the far south suburbs.
Culdeus, thanks for the comments.
A great, fun race: The Park Forest Scenic 10 on Labor Day morning. It's a 10 mile race, with most of the first half through a forest preserve, and then the latter half through a community with excellent neighborhood support - it's like their Labor Day parade. Entering/exiting the forest preserve you pass a string quartet, dressed in black, and then you have various musicians and cheerleaders and other stuff throughout the course. It's in the far south suburbs.
Culdeus, thanks for the comments.
Chaka
Footballguy
Nice job Roarin. May I presume that PR = Personal Record??? If so fantastic job!If you ran near a really obnoxious guy whose heart rate monitor beeped with every heartbeat then you were closer to me than you think. I bought a new Polar HRM (200SD) and programmed it for my Galloway intervals. It is really a good piece of equipment but I apparently did not turn off the heart rate pace alarm, which I did not realize for a few miles because of my iPOD. When I did realize it I also realized that I have no idea how to turn off this feature so I ran the whole race with my stupid alarm going off. The runners around me without headphones must have loved me.P ####ing R!!!!
Holy freakin' cow, I don't think I've ever run a race like that! SUUUUH-WEEEEEET!!! By mile 19, I had built up a 5min cushion on having a 10min pace. Where I had previously reached mile 17 in 3hours, I managed to knock 15mins off that time. I gave it all back and then some after 20 (see below), but I was feeling awesome. I think I can owe it all to running with the Ipod. I had it on 'shuffle', and lucked out with the right songs hitting when I needed them (ie a small uphill).
Once again, I want to kill the course designer.
20+ years ago I ran a marathon in 4:31:26, today I knocked off more than two mins (and more than 20mins off my best time in recent years) to finish in 4:29:12.
Heck, Chaka and I might have shared the road for a good portion of the race, but he probably started out a few corrals ahead of me. I forgot to copy his phone number from a PM, so I wasn't able to get in touch when we got to town. Next time, eh bud?
We just got home within the hour, as Paul Harvey would say, the REST of the story. Let's start at the beginning. Saturday morning, I had a conference to attend, so I did that until we broke for lunch, then I hopped on a plane while my wife and the kids were already driving over to SD. However, lunch arrived a little late, so naturally I was late getting on the move. Throw in some car trouble, and I was literally sweating bullets. However, I finally got to the airport, did an O.J. impersonation (no, not the slice and dice version, the running through the airport version), and got to the gate just as they were about ready to board. The skies over SD were full, so our plane had to go around again on final approach and that got us in a little late. We rushed off to the Convention Center for packet pickup, but thanks to traffic I barely made it with about a half-hour to spare. A bit of Guinness Beef Boxy (sp?) at The Field down in the Gaslight District, and day one came to a close after checking in to the hotel.
Post-race was equally an adventure. We went over to Coronado for a late breakfast at the Bay Beach Cafe (the wife swears by the French Toast, and it was darned good, but I could only get half of it down due to post-race loss of appetite). Then we went to the beach on the other side of the island and I got in my ice bath. Well, somewhat. I didn't feel like changing into a swimsuit and really getting into deeper water for a full soak, so I just waded in in my running attire and went as deep as I could go without having waves soak my britches. It helped some, and I also think walking barefoot across the beach acted like a warm massage which helped my aching feet.
On to the drive home. All was fine until we got to the halfway point, in Yuma. We stopped for gas, being on fumes because I wanted to save ~50cents a gallon for AZ gas vs Cali gas. However, my debit card was declined. WTF??!!! Apparently something cleared that shouldn't have, so we were screwed, 160miles from home with an empty tank and no means (ie cash, checkbook) to fill it. After talking with the station manager, he suggested going to a WalMart down the road and having someone wire us some money. We did that and were soon on our way, losing about three hours.
And here I am!
Chaka
Footballguy
Yup. That's the one that got me.The bridges over Mission Bay. They don't seem so steep or long when I drive over them. Weird.Once again, I want to kill the course designer.
culdeus
Footballguy
Oh jesus, those mother ####ers just kill me.Nice job Roarin. May I presume that PR = Personal Record??? If so fantastic job!If you ran near a really obnoxious guy whose heart rate monitor beeped with every heartbeat then you were closer to me than you think. I bought a new Polar HRM (200SD) and programmed it for my Galloway intervals. It is really a good piece of equipment but I apparently did not turn off the heart rate pace alarm, which I did not realize for a few miles because of my iPOD. When I did realize it I also realized that I have no idea how to turn off this feature so I ran the whole race with my stupid alarm going off. The runners around me without headphones must have loved me.P ####ing R!!!!
Holy freakin' cow, I don't think I've ever run a race like that! SUUUUH-WEEEEEET!!! By mile 19, I had built up a 5min cushion on having a 10min pace. Where I had previously reached mile 17 in 3hours, I managed to knock 15mins off that time. I gave it all back and then some after 20 (see below), but I was feeling awesome. I think I can owe it all to running with the Ipod. I had it on 'shuffle', and lucked out with the right songs hitting when I needed them (ie a small uphill).
Once again, I want to kill the course designer.
20+ years ago I ran a marathon in 4:31:26, today I knocked off more than two mins (and more than 20mins off my best time in recent years) to finish in 4:29:12.
Heck, Chaka and I might have shared the road for a good portion of the race, but he probably started out a few corrals ahead of me. I forgot to copy his phone number from a PM, so I wasn't able to get in touch when we got to town. Next time, eh bud?
We just got home within the hour, as Paul Harvey would say, the REST of the story. Let's start at the beginning. Saturday morning, I had a conference to attend, so I did that until we broke for lunch, then I hopped on a plane while my wife and the kids were already driving over to SD. However, lunch arrived a little late, so naturally I was late getting on the move. Throw in some car trouble, and I was literally sweating bullets. However, I finally got to the airport, did an O.J. impersonation (no, not the slice and dice version, the running through the airport version), and got to the gate just as they were about ready to board. The skies over SD were full, so our plane had to go around again on final approach and that got us in a little late. We rushed off to the Convention Center for packet pickup, but thanks to traffic I barely made it with about a half-hour to spare. A bit of Guinness Beef Boxy (sp?) at The Field down in the Gaslight District, and day one came to a close after checking in to the hotel.
Post-race was equally an adventure. We went over to Coronado for a late breakfast at the Bay Beach Cafe (the wife swears by the French Toast, and it was darned good, but I could only get half of it down due to post-race loss of appetite). Then we went to the beach on the other side of the island and I got in my ice bath. Well, somewhat. I didn't feel like changing into a swimsuit and really getting into deeper water for a full soak, so I just waded in in my running attire and went as deep as I could go without having waves soak my britches. It helped some, and I also think walking barefoot across the beach acted like a warm massage which helped my aching feet.
On to the drive home. All was fine until we got to the halfway point, in Yuma. We stopped for gas, being on fumes because I wanted to save ~50cents a gallon for AZ gas vs Cali gas. However, my debit card was declined. WTF??!!! Apparently something cleared that shouldn't have, so we were screwed, 160miles from home with an empty tank and no means (ie cash, checkbook) to fill it. After talking with the station manager, he suggested going to a WalMart down the road and having someone wire us some money. We did that and were soon on our way, losing about three hours.
And here I am!
Chaka
Footballguy
For me it was my hip flexors, between mile 20-21 they simply stopped firing. It was the first time in my life that I stopped running because my legs were tired. Usually I stop when I am winded or simply bored but my legs have never gotten tired and when I hit the wall they were spent. My knees also felt like they were bone on bone which is not so nice.I let myself walk about .3-.4 miles then started jogging again. Up to mile 20 I had been using a 7min run 1min walk interval (Jeff Galloway), after the wall I managed maybe 3-4 minutes running and 90 seconds walking. At around mile 24 I was able to find another reserve and ran the rest of the way but my knees were really sore at that point so I shortened my stride a lot and was probably hitting a 12 min/mile pace.tri-man 47 said:
I think my mental desire is what allowed me to resume running rather than walking the final 6.2 miles. Either way I was not going to NOT cross the finish line after running 20 freaking miles.
What got me was probably running the first 1/2 at 9:15 min/mile instead of my target 10 min/mile, it was not intentional but I was unprepared to deal with the mass of humanity involved with running with 20,000 of your closest friends. My pace felt absolutely great but it caught up with me on the back quarter.
Great experience overall. Although I am moving like a 90 year old man without his cane todoy.
Chaka
Footballguy
I blame everyone else for not bringing headphones.culdeus said:Oh jesus, those mother ####ers just kill me.Chaka said:Nice job Roarin. May I presume that PR = Personal Record??? If so fantastic job!If you ran near a really obnoxious guy whose heart rate monitor beeped with every heartbeat then you were closer to me than you think. I bought a new Polar HRM (200SD) and programmed it for my Galloway intervals. It is really a good piece of equipment but I apparently did not turn off the heart rate pace alarm, which I did not realize for a few miles because of my iPOD. When I did realize it I also realized that I have no idea how to turn off this feature so I ran the whole race with my stupid alarm going off. The runners around me without headphones must have loved me.RoarinSonoran said:P ####ing R!!!!
Holy freakin' cow, I don't think I've ever run a race like that! SUUUUH-WEEEEEET!!! By mile 19, I had built up a 5min cushion on having a 10min pace. Where I had previously reached mile 17 in 3hours, I managed to knock 15mins off that time. I gave it all back and then some after 20 (see below), but I was feeling awesome. I think I can owe it all to running with the Ipod. I had it on 'shuffle', and lucked out with the right songs hitting when I needed them (ie a small uphill).
Once again, I want to kill the course designer.
20+ years ago I ran a marathon in 4:31:26, today I knocked off more than two mins (and more than 20mins off my best time in recent years) to finish in 4:29:12.
Heck, Chaka and I might have shared the road for a good portion of the race, but he probably started out a few corrals ahead of me. I forgot to copy his phone number from a PM, so I wasn't able to get in touch when we got to town. Next time, eh bud?
We just got home within the hour, as Paul Harvey would say, the REST of the story. Let's start at the beginning. Saturday morning, I had a conference to attend, so I did that until we broke for lunch, then I hopped on a plane while my wife and the kids were already driving over to SD. However, lunch arrived a little late, so naturally I was late getting on the move. Throw in some car trouble, and I was literally sweating bullets. However, I finally got to the airport, did an O.J. impersonation (no, not the slice and dice version, the running through the airport version), and got to the gate just as they were about ready to board. The skies over SD were full, so our plane had to go around again on final approach and that got us in a little late. We rushed off to the Convention Center for packet pickup, but thanks to traffic I barely made it with about a half-hour to spare. A bit of Guinness Beef Boxy (sp?) at The Field down in the Gaslight District, and day one came to a close after checking in to the hotel.
Post-race was equally an adventure. We went over to Coronado for a late breakfast at the Bay Beach Cafe (the wife swears by the French Toast, and it was darned good, but I could only get half of it down due to post-race loss of appetite). Then we went to the beach on the other side of the island and I got in my ice bath. Well, somewhat. I didn't feel like changing into a swimsuit and really getting into deeper water for a full soak, so I just waded in in my running attire and went as deep as I could go without having waves soak my britches. It helped some, and I also think walking barefoot across the beach acted like a warm massage which helped my aching feet.
On to the drive home. All was fine until we got to the halfway point, in Yuma. We stopped for gas, being on fumes because I wanted to save ~50cents a gallon for AZ gas vs Cali gas. However, my debit card was declined. WTF??!!! Apparently something cleared that shouldn't have, so we were screwed, 160miles from home with an empty tank and no means (ie cash, checkbook) to fill it. After talking with the station manager, he suggested going to a WalMart down the road and having someone wire us some money. We did that and were soon on our way, losing about three hours.
And here I am!
Chaka
Footballguy
I don't think this was my problem. I took in accelerade at every stand and I went through 6 power gels. My legs were simply exhausted and it was my mind that allowed me to get over it enough to finish out jogging instead of walking.side note: After the race my arms and legs were coated with a nice film of dried salt. And not a little bit either, I probably could have scraped a gram or two of salt off my body. I wasn't expecting that, kind of freaked me out until I realized what it was.culdeus said:
culdeus
Footballguy
Then that's not bonking that's something else kicking it.
Wow, this is very similar to my race earlier this year. My first ever 5K and I told my wife I would run with her. You get mad when you have to tell people your time knowing you could have gone much faster. You did the right thing Gstrot. It sucks, but it was the right thing. 5 races from now and several sub 1:00 10Ks from now you will still have those "husband points" and that 1:11 will be a distant memory. Congrats on finishing, and we look forward to the next race.GStrot said:
Chaka
Footballguy
Great now I need an English to Running to FBG dictionary.So bonking is...what you described above?
Well this was my first marathon and I am going to call what happened to me "hitting the wall" because I have no frame of reference. All I know is between mile 20 & 21 I thought it was game over man, game over.
El Floppo
Footballguy
culdeus said:
Exactly what has happened the one time I really bonked, rather than having an injury get exacerbated to the point of shutting me down by a long workout (ie: my marathon in the IM) which has happened a number of times.And the bonking... worse x 2543 jillion when you're on the bike. If running- you just walk. Biking- you're usually pretty far away from home and walking isn't an option. Plus, you're on a moving vehicle so the disoriented, lack of coordination and focus Culdeus talked about is really sucko and potentially very dangerous while riding, however slowly it may be.
El Floppo
Footballguy
GStrot... CONGRATS!!!!!!!
Everybody has said it already- but you've got ZIPPO to be ashamed/worried/embarassed about. When you started this thread, I'm sure you never would have guessed you'd be upset with yourself over your time- not just finishing- a 10k.
You did learn a valuable lesson though- and I've brought this up in regards to one of the reasons I like Out-and-Back workouts- even if you're training with friends who are the usually same pace as you, at the end of the day, you've got to run your own race.
Because you and the wife probably hadn't discussed it clearly ahead of time, you were forced to do the absolutely right thing here- and run with your wife. it's a selfless and tremendous quality to put aside your own hopes for the race and help your wife, who may have really struggled if you had left her on her own. And you both will always have this race as something you did completely together- and definitely the brownie points won't go stale for a long time!
So now you know that next race you charge on your own: friend, wife, family- makes no difference; it's not about finishing for you any more- it's about pushing yourself.
I'm Incredibly proud of your accomplishments this weekend- and this whole thread. You've been diligent, inspiring and amazingly supportive of the rest of us. and 
Everybody has said it already- but you've got ZIPPO to be ashamed/worried/embarassed about. When you started this thread, I'm sure you never would have guessed you'd be upset with yourself over your time- not just finishing- a 10k.
You did learn a valuable lesson though- and I've brought this up in regards to one of the reasons I like Out-and-Back workouts- even if you're training with friends who are the usually same pace as you, at the end of the day, you've got to run your own race.
Because you and the wife probably hadn't discussed it clearly ahead of time, you were forced to do the absolutely right thing here- and run with your wife. it's a selfless and tremendous quality to put aside your own hopes for the race and help your wife, who may have really struggled if you had left her on her own. And you both will always have this race as something you did completely together- and definitely the brownie points won't go stale for a long time!
So now you know that next race you charge on your own: friend, wife, family- makes no difference; it's not about finishing for you any more- it's about pushing yourself.
I'm Incredibly proud of your accomplishments this weekend- and this whole thread. You've been diligent, inspiring and amazingly supportive of the rest of us.
and Thanks for putting it in perspective.I am not disappointed as much as I really feel like my run time didn't reflect how much work I put into preparing. The 1:11 is out there and it is what it is but it really doesn't reflect what I could have done. That doesn't sit well with me. I guess it will be fun when I say I beat my previous PR by 12 minutes. The funny thing is, I have no idea what kind of times I can put up. When I was at the midway point and I was doing the math on how fast I would have to go to get under an hour, I had no idea if I could do it. I knew I could get the distance, I had no idea on the time. I will have to do some work to see just how far and fast I can go one of these days. For all I know, I could have done it in under 50 or maybe 60 is right for where I am. I just have no idea as all my training has been just see if you can finish a certain distance and my pace has been pretty consistent. More goals.pigskinliquors said:Awesome job GStrot!!! You have PLENTY of races in your future. Getting this one under your belt will be, and already is priceless. The fact that you ran with your wife gives you great husband points, and a memory to share with her. You didn't let ANYBODY down (none of us, or yourself). Had you ditched your wife, you would have let her down. If your house is anything like mine; when wifey is happy, Everyone's happy, when she's not happy, not so much. You will run well under an hour in a race one day soon, and can always look back at the current race as an accomplishment you were able to share with the Mrs. Well done!!!
tri-man 47
Footballguy
And that's the one thing that scares me with an Ironman. I have an inner-ear disorder (Meniere's Disease), a neurological condition, which causes severe dizziness when it acts up (stress; tired; sodium tend to be contributors, but not much is known about it). Fortunately, I've learned to avoid having problems since it hit me hard for six months in 1994. But I got through the marathon training and marathon race (as well as last summer's first 1/2-IM) without problems, so if I step up, I'll just have to see how it goes. But an IM, with all the nutrition/sodium dynamics, has me a tad cautious. Just a tad.culdeus said:
And the bonking... worse x 2543 jillion when you're on the bike. If running- you just walk. Biking- you're usually pretty far away from home and walking isn't an option. Plus, you're on a moving vehicle so the disoriented, lack of coordination and focus Culdeus talked about is really sucko and potentially very dangerous while riding, however slowly it may be.
Chunky Soup
Footballguy
I really need to reread that first post. Thanks for even more perspective.Unfortunately, I am out of town Labor Day weekend. That sounds like fun.That was something I forgot to mention in my first post - the race was through neighborhoods and there were a lot of people who put their sprinklers out so they were spraying the runners (who wanted it). There were lots of young families sitting out and cheering people on. It was really neat. The finish was a bit anticlimactic but still pretty cool as they had a recording of the band with the Notre Dame fight song (darren, wraith and Ivan> hi) and crowd noises so as you ran through the tunnel it was pretty cool and so was being out on the field. My friend had his name announced as he crossed the finish line (which, despite his state, he heard). So, a very good experience.tri-man 47 said:
El Floppo
Footballguy
Chaka- some questions:- How many long (20m) runs did you have prior to the Marathon?
- I don't remember the weather on race-day... significantly hotter or more humid than your training?
- Do you usually have a high mineral content in your sweat?
- What kind of gels did you use?
- Were they really handing out Accelerade on the race course, or did you run with a camelback/fuelbelt?
- Were you taking in the same amount of calories and electrolytes you typically took in during training?
- Did you take Electrolyte pills during the race?
culdeus
Footballguy
Even in something as extreme as a IM still requires very little in the way of sodium maintenance. There are a couple of scenarios where it might require some work. -Someone in a cold climate doing a major event in a very warm climateAnd that's the one thing that scares me with an Ironman. I have an inner-ear disorder (Meniere's Disease), a neurological condition, which causes severe dizziness when it acts up (stress; tired; sodium tend to be contributors, but not much is known about it). Fortunately, I've learned to avoid having problems since it hit me hard for six months in 1994. But I got through the marathon training and marathon race (as well as last summer's first 1/2-IM) without problems, so if I step up, I'll just have to see how it goes. But an IM, with all the nutrition/sodium dynamics, has me a tad cautious. Just a tad.culdeus said:Exactly what has happened the one time I really bonked, rather than having an injury get exacerbated to the point of shutting me down by a long workout (ie: my marathon in the IM) which has happened a number of times.
And the bonking... worse x 2543 jillion when you're on the bike. If running- you just walk. Biking- you're usually pretty far away from home and walking isn't an option. Plus, you're on a moving vehicle so the disoriented, lack of coordination and focus Culdeus talked about is really sucko and potentially very dangerous while riding, however slowly it may be.
-Someone with a stomach aversion to things like gatorade etc. etc.
Really as little as 1 single cup of gatorade should provide you the salt needed for an hour, but if you are downing gus or power bars they will have more than enough salt.
Those living in hot climates almost don't have to worry about it at all as your bodies naturally adjust and will not secrete salt in concentrations seen in yankees and the like.
El Floppo
Footballguy
It just takes practice, gb- and constantly being prepared and aware of fueling requirements. You strike me as a "prepared" type of guy- I think the IM is WELL within your reach.And that's the one thing that scares me with an Ironman. I have an inner-ear disorder (Meniere's Disease), a neurological condition, which causes severe dizziness when it acts up (stress; tired; sodium tend to be contributors, but not much is known about it). Fortunately, I've learned to avoid having problems since it hit me hard for six months in 1994. But I got through the marathon training and marathon race (as well as last summer's first 1/2-IM) without problems, so if I step up, I'll just have to see how it goes. But an IM, with all the nutrition/sodium dynamics, has me a tad cautious. Just a tad.culdeus said:
And the bonking... worse x 2543 jillion when you're on the bike. If running- you just walk. Biking- you're usually pretty far away from home and walking isn't an option. Plus, you're on a moving vehicle so the disoriented, lack of coordination and focus Culdeus talked about is really sucko and potentially very dangerous while riding, however slowly it may be.
Thanks. Glad to hear someone else "survived" the same experience. Funny about the telling people your time because that thought has run through my head. Is "My wife and I ran it together and finished in 1:11." too much of a cop out?
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