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Juxt went overboard on the beet juice and was in the ####ter during the pic, so he was photoshopped in.
Juxt went overboard on the beet juice and was in the ####ter during the pic, so he was photoshopped in.
It's pretty ####### special, this crew. Amazing when you think about it being a random FF board.I'll write more later too, but I just wanted to tell the rest of you guys what amazing, gracious hosts @gianmarco and his wife were. Hopefully some day soon they'll come to visit in Milwaukee and my wife and I will have a chance to return the favor.
And la di da.....2019 KT82ishTrailCollege Campus Relay Race Report (my legs)
Not even sure where to start to be honest. This year has been a milestone year for me. When this race was put on my calendar, I hadn't planned to run the half marathon immediately after the marathon.
But after running the PR in both races, I felt fulfilled. Satisfied. Content. Like I finally climbed that mountain and succeeded at what my goals were. And it was GREAT! But it also took a lot out of me. I didn't realize that at the time, and I didn't fully realize it until the weeks leading up to this race. And it showed in my preparation for this race. I did not prepare properly.
I ran a few days a week to at least maintain some semblance of fitness, and my heart rate to pace ratios were staying pretty solid. So I felt "decent" going into this weekend. My goals as listed on this thread were aggressive - but they were definitely TOO aggressive. I failed in this race for my team.
Leg 1: Trail Leg
My first leg was a trail leg that was basically the grassy cross country trail at the college where they had the race. It was early, so the ground was wet with dew and the ground was slightly wet. But not too bad.
When I was in the transition area waiting on @gruecd, I turned on my watch to get it ready for the belt pass-off. I'm standing there, and my standing heart rate is sky-high. Normally I am at about 80 or less at the starting line, but today was sitting at 115-120. Not a good sign. The only thing I can contribute it to is the excitement of a relay and thinking I needed to be fast. My goal for this 3.2 mile segment was 8:00 miles.
I went out hot - way too hot. I thought if I could come in a little sub 7 I could buy us some time at the start.
Mile 1: 7:21 pace, HR 181
Mile 2: 8:25 pace, HR 189
Mile 3.2: 8:28 pace, HR 188
Total for segment was an 8:06 pace. I put us off track right away. A sign of things to come for me. I actually hit a max of 196HR on this run, which means my max HR of 197 is probably a few beats low. More than likely is my max is probably at 200. So at least I learned something.
Leg 2: 3.5 Mile Paved Trail
So the plan here was supposed to be 7:45 pace. Back on a road, and I figured the first run heart rate was an anomaly. Nope - I was running hot AGAIN at the starting line. Similar to the first one. So I know I'm in trouble already. I attribute this to several factors - wanting to run fast to try and do my part for the team, and the weather. It is HUMID as heck and temps are rising. Suck indexes were creeping into the 140's and this was still early. So I revised my plan at the start to try and run consistent smooth 7:45 paces instead of jumping out fast. I'm trying every technique in the book to try and slow down the HR, but nothing is working.
Mile 1: 7:47 pace, HR 176
Mile 2: 8:24 pace, HR 182
Mile 3.4: 8:40 pace, HR 182
I'm cooked at the end of this run and know it. I also know I've torpedoed our chance at top 5. At this point of the race I was the only one on the team under performing, and that was hard to take mentally. I have the 6 miler left, and it would be in the heat of the day.
Leg 3: 6 Mile Paved Trail
At this point, I knew this leg would be in the 9's pace wise. I was just hoping to stay in the 9's. My only thing left to salvage was just have a good run. Try and get your heart rate under control at the start and just run a consistent 6 miles. This was my best run of the day in terms of execution. Consequently, my HR at the starting line was about 85. WTF? Seriously, I hate this sport sometimes - the hottest part of the day even!
This segment ended up at a 9:27 pace with a HR of 173. I decided after mile 1 to just run this all by heart rate, so I kept it right around 173 the entire run. Can't remember the SI at this point, but I think it was 150 or so. It was tough out there.
In Summary
Thanks to @gianmarco for putting this together. It was FUN, even though for me personally my performance sucked. He and I performed similarly today, so I know he will have a story to tell. But he certainly gave everything he had on that course.
@Juxtatarot, @gruecd, @tri-man 47 - these 3 killed it all day. Consistent performances all the way through, and even some that I would consider superhuman, especially with the conditions of the day.
@JShare87 - I will let Bart tell his own story, but I wanted to add a few words of my own here. He probably had the toughest route to this race. He traveled the farthest to meet a group of people he didn't really know. The rest of us had met at some point one way or the other, so we had some familiarity with each other already. But he jumps on a plane to run a race with some internet dudes for a course that did not suit his normal training. That right there takes some stones just to "want" to do this.
And he may come in here later and tell his story, but this dude can run. I gained so much admiration for him as the day went on, but he will tell you he had a rough day. But he showed up at the gun each time and ran his butt off. And gave literally everything he had physically AND mentally.
In my opinion, he crossed a major, major mental barrier this weekend. This has happened to all of us in this sport. It happened to me at my marathon this spring. As we all know, there is that final mental mountain you must climb over, but when you do it creates the sense of calm that you know you can handle almost anything a race can throw at you. This even helped me during my 6 miler - I felt awful the first mile and told myself: you really aren't hurting here. And it was true.
So for @JShare87 - on the outside looking in, getting up and running his 3rd leg was a massive mental barrier. And then he ran awesome that whole leg. And at the end, we all gathered near the finish to run in as a team, as he was our last runner.
And he gave us the thumbs up and then pointed at us toward the finish basically to say: Let's go boys! And he pulled out this incredible burst of energy and sprinted with all he had to the finish - leading us all across the line. It gave me chills running behind him, and chills even now typing this. His performance in that final leg was my highlight for the weekend.![]()
So thanks all you guys for a great weekend. And a special shout out to @Brony, who came and supported us and helped us and documented the event on camera. It takes a special person with great character to come down and help out and just cheer us on, and he was at every transition, start and finish all day. Thank you sir.
Awesome weekend guys.![]()
@JShare87 — thank you for sharing your struggle. I’ve been in your place but I never had the balls to share it so openly as you have. I hope your experience this weekend helps you in the future to manage your anxiety. I’m here if you ever need anything.Relay Report from my perspective.....
I say from my perspective because out of the 7 of us, everyone formulated their own opinions about the weekend. With that being said, there are a few things that we would all agree on. First and foremost, @gianmarco and his family were absolutely amazing hosts and people. The thought of inviting 6 other grown men into his home and his family being cool with it is unbelievable. Number 2, @Juxtatarot, @gruecd, @tri-man 47, were as solid and experienced runners as advertised. The 3 of them were unfazed by everything thrown at them, and they truly carried this squad of misfits. Number 3, @Brony volunteering to join the crew and contribute in so many ways was absolutely selfless. Number 4, @ChiefD was way too hard on himself and he was a main contributor to our success, not our failures. Deep down, we all wanted to run our very best, but based on his HR during runs, he left it all out there.
I will keep my thoughts about the weekend pretty short. It was really difficult for me to travel someplace by myself and meet up with people I have never met before. I don’t get out much and am a true homebody. I hate flying and sleeping away from home. However, being greeted by @gianmarco and @gruecd at the airport really calmed my nerves. We all had a great time Friday night and got to know each other a little. Woke up Saturday morning after a surprisingly decent night of sleep. Did the usual bathroom routine and headed out the door with the crew.
As we pulled into the designated parking lot, we were stunned by the line of humans and junk waiting for the shuttle. I believe there are still people waiting in the line to start their race as I’m typing this. So, like the geniuses we are, we decide to walk 2 miles, with all our junk, to the base camp. We were fortunate enough to be accomplices by millions of bugs on our journey there, and they essentially carried us to our destination.
@gruecd, @ChiefD, and @tri-man 47 wandered ahead and picked out the best possible spot for our tent. We set up, and I tossed the pigskin around with Drew Brees for a bit (that eased my nerves). Music playing, people running, everything was going great. Fast forward to about 45 minutes before my first leg, and I cannot calm myself down. With everyone hitting their paces on the first run, I felt an immense pressure to perform. My HR on my warm up jog was around 155 at a 10:30 pace. I knew I was in trouble.
My first leg started around 9:45 and it was pretty hot at that point. I had the 6 mile leg first, and my pace wasn’t terrible, but my HR was close to maxing out at times, similar to what @ChiefD spoke about. I finish and felt like crap.
After finishing my first run, I was sitting down and had one of the biggest panic attacks of my life. I didn’t say anything to the BMFs at the time because I was certainly not acting like one in that moment. I got this overwhelming feeling of being stuck somewhere with no escape. I knew I couldn’t run anymore, I needed to go home, but I just couldn’t. I wanted so badly to call my wife or parents but again, I felt like I was being a little #####, so I sucked it up and did some self-talk and somewhat got through my panic attack.
About 45 minutes before my next run, I was dry-heaving in the bathroom. I was still struggling to catch my breath, and the anxiety pretty much fully consumed me. I ran my 2nd leg which was the trail leg, and did okay but nowhere near what I’m capable of. After finishing that, I was in no-man’s land. I was hot, sick, tired, and extremely uncomfortable. I wanted to leave again, I wanted to ask someone to run my last leg because there was no way I could.
About an hour and a half before my last leg, @tri-man 47 spotted a vulnerable human being and went in for the kill. I may have been delirious at the time, but I just remember him looking like Mr. Burns from the Simpsons with his hands in front of his chest saying something like, relax and take of your shoes young fella. At that moment in time, I was at the mercy of his will. I fought off his advances at my feet the night before, but I was in no shape to fight his intentions at this point. Although it wasn’t a foot massage, he did provide me with a bucket of ice water to dip my feet in in an attempt to cool me down.
After that, I assumed the fetal position in the tent awaiting my impending doom of completing 3 and a half more miles. The very thought of sitting up was difficult at this point. But, understanding what all my teammates went through and to call it quits for my last leg to DQ our squad would’ve created a void and disappointment in my life I would always carry with me. So, I plodded along at a slow pace and finished it off. Was my effort the gutsiest most BMF performance of the weekend? No, not even close. I created my own circumstances by having a full blown anxiety attack. It wasn’t the heat (although it sucked). It wasn’t my leg or an injury (although I wish I could’ve made that excuse). It wasn’t my fitness. It was all mental that started to create physical complications. The only thing I can say about my lackluster performance was that I gave it everything I had. I know every member of the team did as well. The most awful running experiences are truly the biggest character builders.
After I finished my last leg, I was not out of the woods. I began to dry heave again and essentially collapsed on the tarp while the team was trying to pack everything up. I just remember looking at @gianmarco and saying, “Gian, I gotta get the hell outta here.” He quickly obliged and @ChiefD and @Brony lugged me out of there and into the vehicle. A nice cold shower and A/C really helped.
All in all, I had some great conversations and got to meet some awesome individuals. I wish the crew could’ve seen me at my best but instead, they saw me at my worst and didn’t blink an eye. They respected me and treated me like family. I will always remember this trip and the people I met. It was an amazing experience.
-Bart
About an hour and a half before my last leg, @tri-man 47 spotted a vulnerable human being and went in for the kill. I may have been delirious at the time, but I just remember him looking like Mr. Burns from the Simpsons with his hands in front of his chest saying something like, relax and take of your shoes young fella. At that moment in time, I was at the mercy of his will. I fought off his advances at my feet the night before, but I was in no shape to fight his intentions at this point. Although it wasn’t a foot massage, he did provide me with a bucket of ice water to dip my feet in in an attempt to cool me down.
"Team BMS," as we were announced.
@JShare87 - this report details exactly how great you were on Saturday. I'm glad that you laid it all out here.Relay report from my perspective.....
I say from my perspective because out of the 7 of us, everyone formulated their own opinions about the weekend. With that being said, there are a few things that we would all agree on. First and foremost, @gianmarco and his family were absolutely amazing hosts and people. The thought of inviting 6 other grown men into his home and his family being cool with it is unbelievable. Number 2, @Juxtatarot, @gruecd, @tri-man 47, were as solid and experienced runners as advertised. The 3 of them were unfazed by everything thrown at them, and they truly carried this squad of misfits. Number 3, @Brony volunteering to join the crew and contribute in so many ways was absolutely selfless. Number 4, @ChiefD was way too hard on himself and he was a main contributor to our success, not our failures. Deep down, we all wanted to run our very best, but based on his HR during runs, he left it all out there.
I will keep my thoughts about the weekend pretty short. It was really difficult for me to travel someplace by myself and meet up with people I have never met before. I don’t get out much and am a true homebody. I hate flying and sleeping away from home. However, being greeted by @gianmarco and @gruecd at the airport really calmed my nerves. We all had a great time Friday night and got to know each other a little. Woke up Saturday morning after a surprisingly decent night of sleep. Did the usual bathroom routine and headed out the door with the crew.
As we pulled into the designated parking lot, we were stunned by the line of humans and junk waiting for the shuttle. I believe there are still people waiting in the line to start their race as I’m typing this. So, like the geniuses we are, we decide to walk 2 miles, with all our junk, to the base camp. We were fortunate enough to be accompanied by millions of bugs on our journey there, and they essentially carried us to our destination.
@gruecd, @ChiefD, and @tri-man 47 wandered ahead and picked out the best possible spot for our tent. We set up, and I tossed the pigskin around with Drew Brees for a bit (that eased my nerves). Music playing, people running, everything was going great. Fast forward to about 45 minutes before my first leg, and I cannot calm myself down. With everyone hitting their paces on the first run, I felt an immense pressure to perform. My HR on my warm up jog was around 155 at a 10:30 pace. I knew I was in trouble.
My first leg started around 9:45 and it was pretty hot at that point. I had the 6 mile leg first, and my pace wasn’t terrible, but my HR was close to maxing out at times, similar to what @ChiefD spoke about. I finish and felt like crap.
After finishing my first run, I was sitting down and had one of the biggest panic attacks of my life. I didn’t say anything to the BMFs at the time because I was certainly not acting like one in that moment. I got this overwhelming feeling of being stuck somewhere with no escape. I knew I couldn’t run anymore, I needed to go home, but I just couldn’t. I wanted so badly to call my wife or parents but again, I felt like I was being a little #####, so I sucked it up and did some self-talk and somewhat got through my panic attack.
About 45 minutes before my next run, I was dry-heaving in the bathroom. I was still struggling to catch my breath, and the anxiety pretty much fully consumed me. I ran my 2nd leg which was the trail leg, and did okay but nowhere near what I’m capable of. After finishing that, I was in no-man’s land. I was hot, sick, tired, and extremely uncomfortable. I wanted to leave again, I wanted to ask someone to run my last leg because there was no way I could.
About an hour and a half before my last leg, @tri-man 47 spotted a vulnerable human being and went in for the kill. I may have been delirious at the time, but I just remember him looking like Mr. Burns from the Simpsons with his hands in front of his chest saying something like, relax and take of your shoes young fella. At that moment in time, I was at the mercy of his will. I fought off his advances at my feet the night before, but I was in no shape to fight his intentions at this point. Although it wasn’t a foot massage, he did provide me with a bucket of ice water to dip my feet in in an attempt to cool me down.
After that, I assumed the fetal position in the tent awaiting my impending doom of completing 3 and a half more miles. The very thought of sitting up was difficult at this point. But, understanding what all my teammates went through and to call it quits for my last leg to DQ our squad would’ve created a void and disappointment in my life I would always carry with me. So, I plodded along at a slow pace and finished it off. Was my effort the gutsiest most BMF performance of the weekend? No, not even close. I created my own circumstances by having a full blown anxiety attack. It wasn’t the heat (although it sucked). It wasn’t my leg or an injury (although I wish I could’ve made that excuse). It wasn’t my fitness. It was all mental that started to create physical complications. The only thing I can say about my lackluster performance was that I gave it everything I had. I know every member of the team did as well. The most awful running experiences are truly the biggest character builders.
After I finished my last leg, I was not out of the woods. I began to dry heave again and essentially collapsed on the tarp while the team was trying to pack everything up. I just remember looking at @gianmarco and saying, “Gian, I gotta get the hell outta here.” He quickly obliged and @ChiefD and @Brony lugged me out of there and into the vehicle. A nice cold shower and A/C really helped.
All in all, I had some great conversations and got to meet some awesome individuals. I wish the crew could’ve seen me at my best but instead, they saw me at my worst and didn’t blink an eye. They respected me and treated me like family. I will always remember this trip and the people I met. It was an amazing experience.
-Bart
Same. Even sitting here now, I'm disappointed in myself for not realizing that it might be more than just the physical.I wish I would have tried harder to help but I didn’t fully understand what was going on.
I do kinda sorta hate him for this...And you look like Matthew McConaughey you lucky magnificent bassturd.![]()
Hopefully to be fixed soon when I find and send him my old USB ANT Stick...Also, the mystery of why @tri-man 47 doesn't ever upload his runs to Strava was revealed.
His pre-digital analog Garmin sundial on his wrist doesn't have that function. I'm actually surprised he can run as fast as he does carrying all that weight on his arm.
The foot-whisperer strikes again.About an hour and a half before my last leg, @tri-man 47 spotted a vulnerable human being and went in for the kill. I may have been delirious at the time, but I just remember him looking like Mr. Burns from the Simpsons with his hands in front of his chest saying something like, relax and take of your shoes young fella. At that moment in time, I was at the mercy of his will. I fought off his advances at my feet the night before, but I was in no shape to fight his intentions at this point. Although it wasn’t a foot massage, he did provide me with a bucket of ice water to dip my feet in in an attempt to cool me down.
I'm almost positive I have one of these I could send him if you don't find yours.Hopefully to be fixed soon when I find and send him my old USB ANT Stick...
It took the better part of an hour this morning, but I found it more fulfilling then if I had read it with each piece added over the last day. Still soaking it all in. With my feet soaking in ice water.Lots of good reading here to catch up on. Sounds like you BMF's had a fun weekend. You guys are all awesome.
Barefoot Runners Unite!
ChiefD - representing the Little People of the World
@tri-man 47 getting some.KT82 Relay Race report
5.91 miles, 7:45 pace (7:50, 7:46, 7:48, 7:49, 7:53, 7:25)
17 "kills" for the segment (with no one passing me, which was the case throughout the day).
3.20 miles, 8:15 pace (7:55, 8:28, 8:28, 7:39)
Another 9 kills.
3.38 miles, 7:49 pace (7:53, 8:01, 7:44, 7:14)
Another ~12 kills, too.
THIS is why this thread as started way back when!!!! I've said it before, someone needs to write a book about about the incredible stuff that has gone on in here over the years!!Relay report from my perspective.....
I say from my perspective because out of the 7 of us, everyone formulated their own opinions about the weekend. With that being said, there are a few things that we would all agree on. First and foremost, @gianmarco and his family were absolutely amazing hosts and people. The thought of inviting 6 other grown men into his home and his family being cool with it is unbelievable. Number 2, @Juxtatarot, @gruecd, @tri-man 47, were as solid and experienced runners as advertised. The 3 of them were unfazed by everything thrown at them, and they truly carried this squad of misfits. Number 3, @Brony volunteering to join the crew and contribute in so many ways was absolutely selfless. Number 4, @ChiefD was way too hard on himself and he was a main contributor to our success, not our failures. Deep down, we all wanted to run our very best, but based on his HR during runs, he left it all out there.
I will keep my thoughts about the weekend pretty short. It was really difficult for me to travel someplace by myself and meet up with people I have never met before. I don’t get out much and am a true homebody. I hate flying and sleeping away from home. However, being greeted by @gianmarco and @gruecd at the airport really calmed my nerves. We all had a great time Friday night and got to know each other a little. Woke up Saturday morning after a surprisingly decent night of sleep. Did the usual bathroom routine and headed out the door with the crew.
As we pulled into the designated parking lot, we were stunned by the line of humans and junk waiting for the shuttle. I believe there are still people waiting in the line to start their race as I’m typing this. So, like the geniuses we are, we decide to walk 2 miles, with all our junk, to the base camp. We were fortunate enough to be accompanied by millions of bugs on our journey there, and they essentially carried us to our destination.
@gruecd, @ChiefD, and @tri-man 47 wandered ahead and picked out the best possible spot for our tent. We set up, and I tossed the pigskin around with Drew Brees for a bit (that eased my nerves). Music playing, people running, everything was going great. Fast forward to about 45 minutes before my first leg, and I cannot calm myself down. With everyone hitting their paces on the first run, I felt an immense pressure to perform. My HR on my warm up jog was around 155 at a 10:30 pace. I knew I was in trouble.
My first leg started around 9:45 and it was pretty hot at that point. I had the 6 mile leg first, and my pace wasn’t terrible, but my HR was close to maxing out at times, similar to what @ChiefD spoke about. I finish and felt like crap.
After finishing my first run, I was sitting down and had one of the biggest panic attacks of my life. I didn’t say anything to the BMFs at the time because I was certainly not acting like one in that moment. I got this overwhelming feeling of being stuck somewhere with no escape. I knew I couldn’t run anymore, I needed to go home, but I just couldn’t. I wanted so badly to call my wife or parents but again, I felt like I was being a little #####, so I sucked it up and did some self-talk and somewhat got through my panic attack.
About 45 minutes before my next run, I was dry-heaving in the bathroom. I was still struggling to catch my breath, and the anxiety pretty much fully consumed me. I ran my 2nd leg which was the trail leg, and did okay but nowhere near what I’m capable of. After finishing that, I was in no-man’s land. I was hot, sick, tired, and extremely uncomfortable. I wanted to leave again, I wanted to ask someone to run my last leg because there was no way I could.
About an hour and a half before my last leg, @tri-man 47 spotted a vulnerable human being and went in for the kill. I may have been delirious at the time, but I just remember him looking like Mr. Burns from the Simpsons with his hands in front of his chest saying something like, relax and take of your shoes young fella. At that moment in time, I was at the mercy of his will. I fought off his advances at my feet the night before, but I was in no shape to fight his intentions at this point. Although it wasn’t a foot massage, he did provide me with a bucket of ice water to dip my feet in in an attempt to cool me down.
After that, I assumed the fetal position in the tent awaiting my impending doom of completing 3 and a half more miles. The very thought of sitting up was difficult at this point. But, understanding what all my teammates went through and to call it quits for my last leg to DQ our squad would’ve created a void and disappointment in my life I would always carry with me. So, I plodded along at a slow pace and finished it off. Was my effort the gutsiest most BMF performance of the weekend? No, not even close. I created my own circumstances by having a full blown anxiety attack. It wasn’t the heat (although it sucked). It wasn’t my leg or an injury (although I wish I could’ve made that excuse). It wasn’t my fitness. It was all mental that started to create physical complications. The only thing I can say about my lackluster performance was that I gave it everything I had. I know every member of the team did as well. The most awful running experiences are truly the biggest character builders.
After I finished my last leg, I was not out of the woods. I began to dry heave again and essentially collapsed on the tarp while the team was trying to pack everything up. I just remember looking at @gianmarco and saying, “Gian, I gotta get the hell outta here.” He quickly obliged and @ChiefD and @Brony lugged me out of there and into the vehicle. A nice cold shower and A/C really helped.
All in all, I had some great conversations and got to meet some awesome individuals. I wish the crew could’ve seen me at my best but instead, they saw me at my worst and didn’t blink an eye. They respected me and treated me like family. I will always remember this trip and the people I met. It was an amazing experience.
-Bart
I've been trying to come up with how to react to @JShare87's post myself, and I'll go with seconding this.THIS is why this thread as started way back when!!!! I've said it before, someone needs to write a book about about the incredible stuff that has gone on in here over the years!!
I think sometimes a post says everything and there's no follow up necessary. That was one of those posts. It was honest. It was raw. It showed self awareness. It showed grit. And it will effect everyone reading it in its own unique meaningful way.I've been trying to come up with how to react to @JShare87's post myself, and I'll go with seconding this.
KT82 2020 isn't open yet for registration.....I need to sign up for another race.
But in all seriousness, I'm doing the Father's Day 5K again with my wife in a couple weeks. After that, I don't have anything until my Hot Chocolate 15K in late November.I need to sign up for another race.
The trails are calling your nameI need to sign up for another race.
Yeah, maybe. I do think it is time for something different. Maybe a year of trail races and then revisit the marathon when my wife decides not to hate me so much about running.The trails are calling your name
I need to sign up for another race.