Race Report: The Dizzy Fifties 50k

Original posting date:  11/17/2014

I am FINALLY getting around to writing some type of race report..

Before I get into details, WTF happened to integrity?  I understand the *want* to win, but damn!  During Saturday's race, I saw one man and two women cut the course SIGNIFICANTLY short in two different places -- one turn alone shaved over 2km off of the total race distance.  There is no telling how many times theses "shortcuts" were taken and all three of these "racers" placed high in the standings.  Nothing can be done about it and shit happens I guess. 

Race Statistics

Instead of writing the normal verbose report, I thought a fairly straightforward highlight reel of the day's events would be more interesting.  I have already written a detailed report on the course itself in my previous post.

The official (but not entirely complete) results are in. As most all of you know, I had to finish my race at the 50k option and could not power up to the 40M or 50M.  This was due to an ankle injury that began at 16km and got EXPONENTIALLY worse at ~27km split.

Saturday's race by the numbers

• Total registered racers: 130 (last known count)
• 50K finishers: 86
• 40M finishers: 4
• 50M finishers: 3
• Number DNFs / DNS: 37
• Official time: 5:46:22
• OA Placement: 20 / 86
• I'll provide detailed statistics when UltraSignup has the official DNF/DNS numbers.  I like math.

Back Flare-Up Prevention

My "back flare-up prevention" theory proved to work for the second time in a row.  The idea was to keep the temperature around my back as constant as possible to avoid drastic temperature fluctuations. In theory, if the temperature/exposure conditions are constant, the arthritis flare up should not occur OR be greatly minimized. AND. IT. WORKED. AGAIN. BOOM!

Recipe

• Two coats of Icy Hot Arthritis rub (or anything that has both Camphor and Menthol), let dry between coats
• On coat Tiger Balm, let dry
• One ThermaCare heat wrap surgical taped to/around lumbar spine (the 16 hour wrap) underneath my tights. Change if needed. Use wide, waterproof surgical tape in as few places as possible (the heat pad is air activated) -- just to keep it in position.IMPORTANT: BODY GLIDE NON TAPED AREAS FIRST TO PREVENT CHAFING.

I changed my wrap one time -- it never moved and was not uncomfortable, cumbersome, and never chafed.  I only changed it because the first one became very saturated with sweat and I wanted to keep proactive heat on the area. I may test this with a back brace to help secure the heat wrap in position firmly to see what happens.

Weather

BRRRRR!!  Starting temperature: 23 deg F (-5 deg C) and didn't get much warmer.  No real direct sunlight on the trails, we were nice and sweaty, and there was a steady wind most of the day.  I would say that I froze my balls off, but my boys told me to go to hell and decided to stay in the car.

Pacing 

I settled into the second pack about 25 runners back and slipped into my groove -- planning to go ALL 50 miles. 

After losing my pacers at the 10-11km mark when they made drop bag/bathroom stops, I was caught in "no man's land" for over 90% of the remainder of the race.  That was actually mentally taxing.  I'm used to running alone, but when you race on the trails with THAT many runners and see NOBODY, you start to question your sanity and/or if you are on the right route..  I KNEW I was on route -- it was VERY well marked.  Very odd feeling.

Started with (and maintained) my pace strategy & felt great until..

About Mile 10: initial ankle injury (caught a hidden root underneath heavy leaves).  Slowed my pace to work it out and see how it felt. Started feeling better over time employing a run/walk strategy and keeping as much weight off of it as possible.  Worked my way back up to mostly running.  During this time, I actually had hopes of leveling up to at least the 40 mile race.

About Mile 16:  ankle was blindly caught between two rocks underneath heavy leaves and REALLY screwed it up.  I actually yelled "MOTHERFUCKER!" in pain and had to just stand for a bit.  Started slow walking and transitioning to jogging to keep going.  At this time, I knew that powering up is NOT an option, but I refused to quit.  I will finish at least 50k and keep my Grand Slam alive.

After mile 16-17:  bit the dust a few four more times trying to keep weight off of my ankle.  Bone bruised left hand/thumb and I think I dislocated my right pinkie finger.  It popped back into place pretty easy.  Hurt like hell, but not nearly as bad as breaking my collarbone or big toe.

Forced to change my stride to that of an overpronator to take the pressure off of the outside of my ankle and force the inner ankle to support and the muscles there fire more.  Both ankles are sore now because of this, but it did the trick.  I guess those muscles are not used to that!

Started getting very confused..  Not due to lack of nutrition, hypothermic, or being glazed over -- but because I'm wondering how in the fuck can people be beating me to the aid station (one man, two women) and NOT PASS ME on a SINGLE TRACK trail.  I witnessed their "shortcut" a little later (mentioned above) that reduced their out-and-back distance by approximately 2.1km.  

About 4 hours in: my ankle almost gave out on a very technical section directly in front of our resident racing photographer!  We both got a pretty good laugh out of that :).  It would have made for an interesting picture!

Shortly afterward:  I actually ran into two old friends that I hadn't seen in forever (husband & wife) while they were hiking out on the trails.  I knew I couldn't power up and that the top 10 was well out of reach, so I stopped for a few minutes to shoot the shit and catch up with them :).  That was very cool!  It's always good to see old friends!

Exactly 5:46:22 after the double barrel shotgun start, I crossed the 50k finish line!  I didn't give up!  I was somewhat deflated that I cold not power up, but I finished and my Grand Slam hopes are still alive!  Don't get me wrong, I would have preferred a better time, but considering the circumstances, I have ZERO complaints. 

The rest of the weekend:  recover, ice, hot Epsom salt soaks, compression, spend quality time with the family, and rest.  Live to fight and race another day!

So, what's next?  I will probably try to take a slow run either tonight or tomorrow and assess the ankle.  If it's not good, I'll hit the elliptical or bike at the gym and keep on moving until it is.  When it's ready, I have to start dialing in my target pace for the Rocket City Marathon on 12/13! 

Bring it!

Hope you enjoyed the highlight reel and happy racing!

-Randalll

Disgusted with the Huntsville Half Marathon: Race Report & Analysis

Original posting date:  11/10/2014

I decreased my high-volume training and tapered for this??  Just shoot me now.

READ THE CAVEATS! 

** Caveat #1:  if you are allergic or offended by language, I suggest that you quit reading now.  Otherwise, enjoy my tale of embracing of the suck that is my body.

** Caveat #2:  This is not a pity-party rant.  I am not looking for sympathy, atta-boys, etc.; I don't need them.  It is only the ugly truth and how/why it disgusts me.  You are more than welcome to leave a nice comment, but please know that it is NOT my intent to be an "attention whore".

** Caveat #3:  From this point forward, if I hear anyone tell me (I get this a LOT) "I'd like to run but, ..", mark my words:  I WILL immediately tell them to go fuck themselves.  The key to this is the "lame ass excuse" part.  Legitimate reason?  Yes, I can empathize and sympathize.  I'm tired of being PC when it comes to lame excuses.

If you've made it through these expletives, I hope you enjoy my suck story.  Again..

If my feelings about this past Saturday's race could be summed up in two words, they would be:  fucking disgusted. 

11/08/14:  The Huntsville Half Marathon, Huntsville, AL

• Realistic goal time:  Sub 1:40:00
• Personal target time:  1:38:30'ish
• Official Gun Time:  1:47:07 (Grr..)
• Official Chip Time:  N/A -- Chip timing system BROKE (WTF??  Grr..)
• OA Placement:  128 / 846 (Grr..)
• AG Placement:  15 / 50 (Grr.. you get the idea)

Official results (GUN time only): 

http://www.huntsvilletrackclub.org/results/HM14/HM14_OA.txt

Strava activity:  

http://www.strava.com/activities/216888239/overview

Lessons learned:

• My body never ceases to find new and improved ways to fuck me -- regardless of training, preparation, or best laid plans.
• Bring my own hand-held bottle next time.  Volunteers were nice, but the Gatorade to water ratio was 3:1 -- so I got no water on two stops and I cannot drink Gatorade at race pace.

This was a "goal" race for me.  At this time, running a 13.1 is just another day in the office in my training schedule.  This is no secret and is FAR from uncommon.  The difference is that I NEVER run for time on a training run.  Ever.  I may need to make an exception to this so I can assess what my realistic marathon pace for December will be.

Regardless, this half marathon was a goal race because it marked my official on-road HM debut.  My goals were to:

• Prove to my family that any time lost with them has not been in vain (I have not missed much time with them, but you understand my point)
• Prove to myself that all of my hard damn work has paid off
• Establish a good, respectable, and official HM PR after my return to running 8 months ago.
• Find my true potential to help me assemble a realistic 26.2 strategy for December

The TL;DR is that almost every goal pretty much went to hell.   

When I arrived at Hillwood Baptist church (the event host), I felt pretty good.  I got good sleep, my muscles were well rested, I was hydrated nicely, and had my normal breakfast; everything was prime for an awesome race day and kicking my goals in the balls.  It was 34 degrees outside and I had layered appropriately.  The projected temperature was not much higher at my anticipated finish time, but I layered for worst case scenario and would strip off layers pre-race as needed.

I started my normal warmup routine and was going through my final gear checks before tagging up with Stan and the opportunity to meet his wife Jenn for the first time.  It was cool to meet Jenn in person and she was very nice -- thank you again for holding on to my beanie for me!

Me and Stan before the race (we're actually the same height)

Waiting in the starting corral

I also ran into an old friend and coworker of mine (Dr. Ken) from my radar analysis days while keeping warm.  It was damn good to see him again.  At the call for line up, Stan and I started moving into position and to my surprise, Dr. Ken was directly to my left!  Cool!

Why was it so cool to see Dr. Ken again?  Because he is a 58 year old running veteran who has ran Boston more times than I could fathom.  When I asked him what his target was for the race, it was way too close to my 1:40 goal.  He wasn't worried about time at all because he's already earned his BQ this year.  And of course, he didn't have a problem with us running together and pacing each other :).

After the gun went off, Ken and I stuck together like glue having random conversation -- even at 7'30"ish pace.  We had decided to target sub 1:40 together and slowly negative-split the finish from the turnaround at mile 8.  Around the second mile, I looked to my right and saw Stan speeding up on a downhill section as he passed both of us.  I resisted the urge to speed up, stuck to my plan with Dr. Ken, and saved the energy for the last 5.  I felt great. Together, Ken and I split the first three miles at 7'24", 7'27", and 7'30".  Granted, it was a little faster than planned, but we were trying to get out of the pack.  This would allow us to choose our lines wisely and avoid lateral movement.

Mile 4 slowed us down a good bit between a botched water stop and and an uphill section on the route.  It wasn't too bad, but we split this mile at 7'42".  That's okay though..  this still isn't bad time and we could take advantage of an upcoming downhill section and conserve energy at the same time.  I wasn't worried too much about it.  This lead to us splitting miles 5 and 6 at 7'28" and 7'38" respectively.  We were still on track for our plan.

Mile 7 took us to the Aldridge Creek Greenway -- an nice flat out and back that would allow us to maintain a great pace and the optimal place to start our negative split on the way back.  On entering the Greenway, I still felt awesome and gave the photographer a nice thumbs up pose for the camera :).  Little did I know what was about to happen.

Close to the end of mile 7, I had to tell Ken to keep going without me.  The weather had already gotten much hotter than projected and it did it QUICKLY.  This is the worst thing for both my arthritis and my back.  It had been acting up slightly for a short time, but it wasn't that bad.  I knew enough by experience that if I didn't slow my pace a little, I would be in full lockdown.  Very soon.  Sonofabitch!!  My plan is most likely completely hosed now.  I ended up splitting the next three miles at 7'51", 7'53", and 7'53".  It is still nice and consistent enough..  I'll take it, I guess.  UNTIL..

About 100 meters later.  The lockdown process has begun.  You've GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME.

I would actually rather report that I had done something stupid and hit the wall or had an EPIC BONK.  But no -- that was not the case.  EVERY part of me felt great, fresh, and loose..  Except for my back.  If you look at the activity graph, you'll see that this is where I had to start intervaling myself back in.  My plan is officially hosed.  1:40 is impossible.  I tried every physical and mental trick I could, but my back laughed, bitch-slapped me again, and told me (even out loud a couple of times):  "Nah bitch!  You're walking!".  When this happens, there is literally no way I can continue running until my back lets me.

The only hope that I had left was that my back quit this and let up completely in time for me to turn on the kick of a lifetime. 

Any hope I had was completely shattered at the 11th mile.  At this point, my back was still hosed and I would have to run the final 2.1 miles in 13'30".  It could not possibly happen.  This moment has been the only time I have ever considered quitting a race and accepting a DNF.  This briefly subsided after I kicked my own ass for even thinking about it and I committed to finish the race -- even if I had to crawl to do it. 

I have no shame in saying that in the 11th mile, I was also glad that I wore sunglasses.  I can probably count on one hand how many times I've actually shed a tear about ANYTHING over the past 15+ years.  This disappointment actually added one to the list.  I know it seems stupid, but I couldn't help it.  I've worked my ass off to earn it and my chance is being taken away.

Mile 12, 13, and 13.1 brought insult to injury.  I got "old-guyed", "fatted", "chicked", you name it.  I didn't care about them passing me at all.  I was ecstatic for them.  But, every time someone passed, they were shouting "C'mon! C'mon! You can do it!" to me..  I know they had the best intentions and were trying to be encouraging, but it was more insulting to me at the time.  They have no clue about my medical issues, my pain levels, and what I was going through at that moment.  99% of the general population has no clue.  I wanted to tell them to go play "hide-and-go-fuck-yourself", but I refrained.  I simply told them thank you and wished them all luck..  I cannot take my disappointment out on everyone else. 

When I crossed the finish line, I started going through the motions so I could get the hell out of there as fast as I could.  I didn't want to stay.  I didn't want to see my time.  Or placement.  Or anything.  I already knew it sucked.  I just wanted to get the hell out of there.  The only reason I knew my time is because Stan texted it to me.

I got home (very slowly), soaked in a scalding hot bath for about 90 minutes to try and get the back loose and spent the rest of the day flat on my back in bed.  It sucked.  It wasn't until very late in the evening that I could move worth a damn.

Hopefully after reading this (or by reading my very first post), you will understand why I will start telling people to go fuck themselves if I hear some lame excuse.  I'm personally surprised that I haven't said it already.  A lot of people don't understand what they have.  What they're wasting.  Or that someone else would kill to have their abilities again.  Most people cannot appreciate it -- they haven't lost the ability to do something yet.  I admit it -- I *was* the same way 10 years ago.

All of that being said, this weekend is going to be interesting to say the least.  The Grand Slam begins this Saturday with a 50k/40M/50M trail race.  Between now and then, I have a few ideas to experiment with to try and prevent (or minimize) the flare ups, so we'll see how well they work.  I'm trying my best to be optimistic, but if you recall, I am not an optimist :).  We'll find out Saturday!

Until then, happy racing!

-Randall

Fleet Feet Spooktacular 5k Analysis and Report

Original posting date:  10/27/2014

Discipline, "official" PRs, lessons learned, and re-affirmation of theory.

Hello everyone!  Fair warning:  as usual, my analysis is in metric to prevent the impending doom of my colleagues learning of me using U.S. Standard Units.  Engineers and scientists have a severe problem speaking in Standard Units ;-).

First, I had no intention of running/racing this event.  Several of my friends were doing it, so I thought it would be a cool way for us to hang out for a while.  They are not running junkies like I am, but it was going to be a good time with the guys though!

If you have read any of my previous race reports, you'll notice that I try to learn new things with each race performance and apply them in future races.  This race is no exception.  The difference with this race is that my lessons learned are more positive and not based off a series of no-no's & screw ups.  Bear with me -- I'm still relatively new to the *racing* game.  I admit it.  You will NEVER hear me say that I "know it all"!

I honestly didn't know how to approach this event.  The past several months have pretty much sucked health wise.  I have had a fairly severe arthritis flare-up since about June/July.  August brought me a week-long hospital stay, two heart procedures to investigate an arrhythmia, and pace/workout restrictions from my cardiologist.  Needless to say, I have not been able to do hardly ANY speed work for the past several months and almost ZERO 5k specific training.  99.9% of my training has been specifically tailored toward distances ranging from the HM to ultramarathons. 

NOTE:  I set an end-of-year goal to race sub 21'30" in the 5k, which paces at 4'20"/km. BUT, I have a goal race coming up in two weeks.  I refuse to risk injury or layoff by pushing it too hard on an unplanned 5k.  The funny thing is that the course had changed at the last minute due to road construction.  We would now be racing on the same course that I raced during my last 5k (in June).  What better test and assess speed and running progress?!?

I decided to approach this race in one of three ways:

1.) If my back felt pretty good, start at my goal pace, try it for 1-2km, and decide whether to pull the trigger from there.  If it was good, go for it.  If not, slow to a comfortable threshold pace and negative split the rest. 

2.) If my back felt decent, start off at the upper end of my threshold pace (4'45"/km), treat it as a progression workout, and negative-split each 500 meters or kilometer (by feel). 

3.) If the back was no bueno, pace a friend and help them PR.  I can jog a PR for all three of them.  They're not running addicts like I am.

Option #3 was no longer on the table -- all three of my friends there made it abundantly clear that they didn't want a pacer.  Instead, they all encouraged me to go out and kick their asses (which was a positive thing).  Only two options remain now..

I gathered all of my lessons learned from previous races and applied them.  The starting line for this event is ~5km from my house, so I made sure to get a really good warm up by walking, jogging, and doing my normal drills (skips, high-knees, butt-kickers, grapevines, etc.) to the starting line and used this same practice on my way home as a cool down.  The only remote difference from my normal routine was that I decided to race in compression socks.  My right calf muscle was a little tender when I woke up Saturday.  But this is a non-issue; I have raced in my compression socks several times before with zero problems and knew that this would not hinder/impair my performance.

I also knew (from previous races) that I needed to line up as early as possible for this event.  Why, you may ask??  This race was a chip-timed FINISH ONLY.  Too far back at gun start means WAY too much lateral movement weaving through slower traffic to get to pace and chewing up precious clock time!  I was able to keep warm and line up as soon as they allowed -- directly behind our two local teams of elites.  I knew there was NO way I could hang with them (the winning time was 15'23"), but this gave me the ideal opportunity to hit my goal if my back would allow it.

At the starting line, I felt pretty damn good (surprisingly).   I decided to go with Option #1 and test the waters at my goal pace of 4'20"/km and hoping to be able to kick well.  We'll see what happens!

The gun went off and everything started exactly as planned.  Except there was something weird going on.. This is when I learned an important lesson..

LESSON LEARNED:  DON'T UNDERESTIMATE YOURSELF

From the gun, I was pacing comfortably with two of our local awesome athletes (one female, one master's division).  To be honest, that was pretty damn intimidating!  These two racers are certified badasses and I'm pacing with them??  WOW.  What a reality check..

Just as planned, I was pacing exactly where I needed to be for the first 2km, splitting them at 4'19" and 4'18" respectively.  Around this point is where I felt my back start complaining..  DAMMIT!  Hitting my end of year goal isn't going to happen today, but that's perfectly fine.  I had a contingency plan if this happened.  I only needed to maintain enough discipline and execute it.

LESSON LEARNED:  DISCIPLINE PAYS OFF

Immediately when my back started complaining, I LISTENED.  I am not going to risk hosing a goal race over an unplanned 5k.  I slowed to the fastest, comfortable threshold pace I could maintain, kept racing, and split the 3rd kilometer at 4'39" -- 6 seconds faster than the upper end of my threshold pace.  The only task remaining is to negatively split the rest of the race without risking injury.

The master's racer I was pacing was only a short distance ahead of me, the female racer was still adjacent to me, and one of our local running group leaders (who is in my AG) had slowed and was now in my sights.  Slowing a little didn't really hurt me that much!  

I used the course itself as my "effort" gauge, shaved a few seconds when I could, slowed a touch when I knew I would lose a couple of seconds, and chose my lines as wisely as possible.  This paid off really well and I negative-split the 4th kilometer in 4'34".  One more kilometer and change (depending on GPS) to go!

I maintained the same strategy to finish up, negative-splitting the fifth kilometer in 4'23" and splitting the "bonus" kick at a comfortable (for a kick) 4'03"/km pace.  When the dust settled, my placement was only a couple of seconds behind our master's racer, I actually beat the female racer I was pacing, and the racer in my AG bested me by 13 seconds. 

This is also where discipline comes into play:  I battled myself the ENTIRE last kilometer.  HARD.  My pride wanted me to drop the hammer and fly past the other two so bad I could TASTE IT.  I knew I had it in me.  I had plenty of energy and plenty of HR reserved before red-lining.  But, I maintained discipline, checked my pride at the door, and RESISTED. 

Stick with the plan.  Don't risk injury before a goal race.  TRUST THE TRAINING. 

Official Race Splits (km):

• 1:  4'19" -- 1 second faster than planned
• 2:  4'18" -- 2 seconds faster than planned
• 3:  4'39" -- Back off throttle on back twinge (still within comfortable threshold pace) per strategy
• 4:  4'34" -- Negative split according to strategy
• 5:  4'23" -- Negative split according to strategy
• 6:  GPS Delta (Bonus):  4'03" Pace -- Negative split according to strategy

LESSON RE-AFFIRMED:  Long, slow miles PAY OFF.  KEEP RUNNING THEM.

Even without 5k specific speed work, this race reaffirmed that the long, slower miles continue to pay off without risking injury.  Maffetone's method proved this to me once before while I was building my mileage base to where I am now and is still paying off today :-). 

The plan was successful.  I felt great after the race.  I'm not injured.  I'm not flared up more than usual.  At the same time, I also set a new *official* 5k PR (I NEVER run for PRs in training) and raced this course 97 seconds faster than I did 4 months ago!  I'll take it! 

I know that I could have kicked the shit out of my goals if my flare-up had completely subsided.  As good as I felt for the first 2km, I would estimate that I would be either at the high 20' or very low 21' range.  My back will always be my limiting factor with short distance *speed* races and I have to deal with it.  Given all of the good news to report above, I can live with it and am pretty happy! 

YTD 5k Progress Report:

• March 2014:  34'xx"
• April 2014:  26'35" (official, but injured)
• April 2014:  23'53" (official)
• June 2014:  24'02" (official)
• October 2014:  22'25" (official)

Official Race Results:

• Official time:  22'25"
• OA Placement:  49 / 571
• AG Placement:  4 / 21

Happy racing!

- Randall

Another Outpatient Surgery and Embracing the Suck

Original posting date:  10/07/2014

Hello everyone..

I received an update from my cardiologist last week about my heart issue.  After wearing the portable EKG babysitter for over a month, they found a few arrhythmia incidents -- but have no clue what is causing them.  This is yet another reason I believe the words "practicing medicine" are used in reference to doctors. 

At the end of the month, I will be having another outpatient procedure to have a permanent EKG/recorder installed in my chest under the skin.  Yay!  Here at W-SUK, the hits just keep on coming without commercial interruption :).

The Good: 

• I am not having and am not at risk of having a heart attack.
• In my doctor's words, my heart "is that of a professional athlete".  I wasn't expecting this.  That was actually pretty flattering.
• No more wires or electrode pads to dress around and tangle up.
• Less shit to carry with me during the day.
• The battery lasts about two years before the unit has to be replaced.

The Bad:

• I have enough medical issues to deal with.  I don't need any more added to my list.
• Yet another outpatient surgery to get something *fixed*.
• I now technically have a "heart condition" -- which sucks for insurance purposes.
• The battery life is only two years -- meaning that, if further monitoring is required, I will have to have this son of a bitch replaced every two years or so.

It's bad enough that I cannot get my knees replaced because I am "too young".  It's worse that I cannot receive PRP therapy/treatments because they are a.) not approved by the FDA and b.) there is no medication for some pharma company to make billions of dollars as a result of it.  However, I can have a permanent heart monitoring device installed while I am still determined "too young" for this shit.  Good times.  /end rant

All of that said, I will continue to kick my own ass and I WILL achieve my goals.  Quitting is not in my nature.  If you also have medical issues, do not let them define you; let them fuel you to work harder.  Conversely, if you do not have medical issues, be appreciative of this and take full advantage of it while you can.  Nullam excusa!

Happy running!

- Randall

My First Official Ultra -- The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

Original posting date:  09/28/2014

09/27/14:  Race Around the World Endurance Race -- Lebanon, TN

 ** Caveat:  I say this is my first "official" ultra is because I am that guy (or idiot, your choice) who has actually ran marathon distance and up to 50km during training runs.  In my opinion, those count for training, but not as official results or PRs.

The reason that I chose this race was because I needed a qualifying race to be accepted into a 50km ultra (The Mountain Mist) that I want to race in January '15.  After I was hospitalized for a week with cardiac issues, I was forced to withdraw my registration to one HM and one marathon (which was going to be my qualifier).  I was under the gun to earn my qualifier before opening day of registration..  Registration fills quickly and I had to move fast. 

This event was suitable, on a flat-ish course, and fit my schedule.  The biggest problem I could foresee was keeping boredom at bay.  The race course was a one-mile figure eight and you just keep going, and going..  I knew that looking at the same terrain for six straight hours was going to be boring as hell, but the end justifies the means in this case.

My goal for the race was simple:  establish an official "good" 50km PR, target a minimum of 37 miles (which was easily achievable), and win the OA.  Historically speaking, 34 miles was the winning distance -- I know that I can top that..  If I won the OA, how could they possibly deny my application to the Mountain Mist?

Come race morning, I was READY.  But, I was not aware that I would be running multiple "races" on this day.  I over-packed as usual; I would rather have it and not need it than to need it and not have it.  Plus, I stick to only the food/drink supplies I use while training -- I don't need the trots in the middle of a race :).  I thought I had left my home in Huntsville with more than enough time to spare for a noon starting time.  Traffic congestion proved me WRONG.

Quick side note:  NOON STARTING TIMES CAN KISS MY ASS.

As I hit the Tennesse border, it was looking as if I was going to arrive in Lebanon at approximately 11:55 -- five minutes before race start.  OH SHIT!  Race #1 has officially begun!  Honda Civic don't fail me now!

After a series of spotting State Troopers, slowing down like I was "normal", hitting 90mph again, strings of overly creative expletives, and receiving the bird from a couple of older ladies (I still don't know why), I pulled into the designated parking area at 11:20.  Whew!  I made it!

Until..  I opened the door and got bitch slapped with a heat blanket!  WTF?  According to Weather Underground, the heat index was currently at 91 degrees with both the humidity & dew point over 70%..  SHIT.  Time to revamp my game plan.  I decided to base my pace from my heart rate and make sure that it remained in Zone 3 and no more than 170.  This would slow me down, but it would help ensure that I did not hit the wall early.  I have to race for six hours.  So be it..  Adjust, adapt, and overcome.

We all lined up for the starting countdown and we were off shortly afterward.  Race #2 has begun!  I established a comfortable Zone 3 pace of ~8'30"/mile (slower with the heat) and was feeling AWESOME.  My HM split was at about 1:55:00 including a stop to refill my water bottle and grab my Skratch bottle.  I was on pace to hit my personal goal of 40 miles in preparation for "Strolling Jim" next year!  Yay! 

By mile 15, I was feeling great, had a two mile lead on my closest competitor, and #3 was 3.5 miles behind me.  Running through the scenarios in my head, I would be in excellent shape even if I had to utilize a run/walk strategy after my marathon split.  It was a damn good feeling.  UNTIL..

After several weather fluctuations and zero shade, my back decided to flare up and give me the finger.  Big time.  DAMMIT.  I decided to start the run/walk strategy now, let my back loosen up, and it would be time to start hauling the bread again. 

I passed the marquee out front with the temperature on it -- 97 degrees.  I know the air quality hadn't improved, so I'm sure the heat index was well over 102.  No shade, no tree cover, no pacer to spritz me with a water bottle, no pool to jump in to cool me off, no Mariachi band to hand me a beer and help cheer me up.  This was going to be a LONG DAY.  Even though I was still flared up, I jogged when I could and walked when I had to.  There's no way in hell that I'm quitting.  It's just not going to happen.

Three hours in, race #3 begins:  the race against boredom.  This figure-8 loop was starting to drive me bat-shit crazy.  No scenery.  No trails.  Nothing.  It was actually mentally hellish.  Not because of difficulty, but lack of stimulus.  My back was REALLY killing me at this time and I was sticking with the walk/jog strategy.  It was all I could do.  I was then passed by my #2 competitor and race #4 begins:  the race to retain 1st place.  This race did not last long at all.  He was going REALLY slow, but he was not on intervals yet.  After he was about one mile ahead of me, I knew that I did not stand a chance to retain first place unless he quit or was injured.  Dammit.

Around the 4.5 hour mark, my back was starting to go on full lockdown.  After completing my lap, I had to stop where I dropped my aid bags and coolers, lay flat on my towel for about 20 minutes to stretch my back out so I could keep pushing.  It was during this time that competitor #3 was starting to gain ground..  DAMMIT.  Let race #4 begin:  the race to retain second place.  I'm not giving in!

After stretching for 20 minutes, I told my back to phuck off and got back up.  I'm going to finish and hold second.  That's it.  I was able to do a few more walk/jog intervals and retain second place for a little longer..

All that changed about 5:10:00 into the race.  I was walking as fast as I could to keep ground between me and #3 -- then my back went on full lockdown.  SHIT.  I had to find a curb to lay flat on for a LONG time to stretch it out so I could keep going.  I was determined to keep going and I'm sure as hell not quitting.  Phuck that.  

I finally get up and my walk turned into a slow hobble.  That's all my back would allow.  Then to my left, #3 passes me.  DAMMIT.  He is doing intervals too, but his walking intervals are normal speed -- mine are far from it.  I try to jog it out a little to keep him close, but that does not work at all.  There was no way I could catch him.

My last two, one-mile lap times were 26'20" and 35'15" (not including stretches).  The times sucked, but I made it and didn't quit after battling a 3.5 hour back flare up.

After the 35' lap, it was over.  There was only 5' left on the clock to accumulate more distance.  There's no chance I would get more in.

Final stats:

• Official time:  5:54:43
• Moving time: 5:04:24 
• Placement:   3rd OA

While these stats are far from impressive, I take a few positive notes from this experience.  The weather SUCKED out loud and if my back had not have flared up, I would have easily won the OA.  The overall winner beat me by a total of three miles and second place beat me by ONE mile.  Each of them needed to run all six hours to do it. I am by no means making excuses -- only analyzing the data that I've collected.

I would have preferred coming home with the win, but knowing this makes me feel a little better about my performance.  Yesterday wasn't my day.  But, there will be other races and I will continue to push.  I am sure this will not be the last time I battle flare-ups during a race and I will deal with them as they come.  

Until then, other racers may outrun me, but they will not "beat" me.  I will only be "beat" if I quit -- and this is NOT an option I am willing to accept.

Happy running!

-Randall

8 Mini Race Recaps from 2014 and Lessons Learned

Original posting date:  09/26/2014

Considering all of the medical issues that I have been through and the fact that I have only been racing for a little over 6 months now, I am really proud of some of the races and results below. Conversely, there are some performances that I have had to file in the recycle bin of my short term memory after noting lessons learned. It can only get better, right?!?  :)

04/12/14: Chick-Fil-A Connect Race Series 5k -- Athens, AL

A more official race recap can be read in my previous blog post.

• Official Time: 26:35
• OA Result: 31 / 297
• AG Result: 2nd

Finishing Up..

04/27/14: Swamper's 5k -- Muscle Shoals, AL

Lesson learned:  I really dig this whole racing thing.

After my first race, I really wanted to test myself when I was a little more healthy.  I felt as if I could perform much better than I did in my previous event.  I signed up for this race on a whim afterward after a buddy of mine twisted my arm a little (very little).  It was a two hour drive from my home, but that was fine by me.  I've driven farther just to play a round of golf.  I am actually proud of this race.  To date, this event is one of my better performances.  Not because my time had went to sub 24' in less than two months, but becasue of how I managed the race itself.  I took the lessons learned from the previous race and corrected them.  All clothes were now dri-fit (zero cotton!), I lined up early for the start of the race, I warmed up properly, and I didn't start my finishing kick based off of my watch display.  I started out faster to separate from the pack and decrease congestion/lateral movement, slowed to a manageable pace and held consistent splits, and blew by at least 12 people on my finishing kick.  Not too bad for a rookie if I do say so myself :).

• Official Time: 23:53
• OA Result: 60 / 522
• AG Result: 1st 

Me and my homie Ben after the Swamper's 5k

05/26/14: Cotton Row Run 10k AND 5k -- Huntsville, AL

Three words:  HO.  LEE.  SHIT.  This was the day from hell and two races that I'd like to forget ever happened.  That's right.  EVER.  I should have backed out and not raced them at all.

Lessons learned:  I really hate overcrowded races and racing three days after oral surgery is a stupid idea.

By this time, I had my cardio and running base built up enough to easily race both of these back-to-back..  Until.. 

I raced them both back-to-back THREE DAYS after oral surgery.  If you're reading this, I'm sure that you've heard me say a bit about oral surgery.  So, a tidbit of background:  I have genetic periodontal disease.  Regardless of how well I take care of my teeth, they still suck and deteriorate at the roots, moving upward.  Three days before this race, I had three molars cut out.  It sucked out loud.  With that, back to our regularly scheduled programming.

At the time, I was a prideful dumbass and thought that it wouldn't be a big deal.  Both of these races are basically in my backyard -- one piece of the 10k race route is 1/8th of a mile from my house.  I run these routes ALL THE TIME.  I knew every road, turn, pothole, and the best path to take.  Attacking "the hill" was part of my normal hill workout.  I had to race these events -- even though I had NO chance of winning!

Aaaand..  I got my ass handed to me.  Big time.  The results speak for themselves.  I could easily jog both routes faster than this..  There were too many people for my liking and I did not manage my hydration for two races in the heat/humidity worth a damn -- leaving me severely dehydrated.  It took me several days to recover from this and it will NEVER happen again.  GO FORTH AND HYDRATE, PEEPS!

Cotton Row Run 10k Results

• Official Time: 59:29
• OA Result: 1075 / 2182
• AG Result: 96 / 137

Mountainwood hill climb.  Photo courtesy of Gregg Gelmis at We Run Huntsville

Cotton Row Run 5k Results

• Official Time: 26:46
• OA Result: 264 / 1849
• AG Result: 21 / 66

Still trying to re-hydrate.  Photo courtesy of Gregg Gelmis at We Run Huntsville

05/31/14: Running the Shoals Half Marathon (Trail HM) -- Muscle Shoals, AL

Lesson learned:  I.  LOVE.  HILLS.

My first long-distance race!  I was stoked.  I had played the surrounding golf course more times than I could count.  BEAUTIFUL scenery, awesome volunteers, and top-notch swag.  Definitely a repeat event.

By this time, I had integrated a LOT of hill workouts into my running.  But this course taught me that I needed to do MORE of them!  This race gave me a new appreciation and LOVE for hills :).  The race route was nothing but constant STEEP climbs and descents.  Over and over again.  I barely (or didn't) had time to recover on the downhill sections before it was time to start climbing again!  It was great.  If I wasn't wearing the Nike+ SportWatch GPS at this time, I could give you the total vert..  So be it.  I'll get it for you next year.

Even though my time isn't that great, I am satisfied with it for one reason:  this course added 18 MINUTES to the overall winner's normal HM time -- the winner is a beast and was a former XC standout from one of our local universities.  If the winner usually finishes HMs in 1:05:00 and added 18 minutes to his finish time, adding 7 minutes to my HM PR just fine for this normal guy.  #TeamMountainGoat

• Official Time: 2:09:12
• OA Result: 44 / 131
• AG Result: 8 / 19

06/07/14: Our Kids 5k -- Huntsville, AL

Lessons learned:  ALWAYS WARM UP BEFORE RACING, if you bring the whole family, tell them the race begins an hour before it actually starts, and racing in the heat/humidity with an 11:30 start time SUCKS.

My family did this event with me -- even my 73 year-old mother-in-law.  It was for a great charity and my wife, daughter, and MIL wanted to walk the course while I raced it.  This family event turned out to be pretty fun.  EXCEPT..

Family racing :)

Getting everyone out the door on time.  Between my wife forgetting her stuff, my daughter having the normal 6 year-old drama, and the MIL.. well, being 73 and set in her ways, I had to go straight from the car to the starting line.  I felt pretty good and was running the race well with even splits the whole way.  Everything was going great.  I was on my way to setting a new 5k PR.. UNTIL..

I started my finishing kick :).  800 meters out, I took off!  Almost immediately, I had the calf cramp from hell!  I looked like a complete dumbass for about 200 meters hobbling until I got the cramp bearable enough to run again.  This cost me a LOT of time.  I imagine that I looked like a character from Monty Python's "Ministry of Silly Walks".  Again, lessons learned -- but, my performance was still good enough for my best finish to date (placement wise, not time).

• Official Time: 24:02
• OA Result: 11 / 305
• AG Result: 1st 

06/14/14: Chick-Fil-A Connect Race Series 10k -- Decatur, AL

Lessons learned:  How to NOT race a 10k, the 10k is the bane of my racing existence, and that I hate 10ks.

This was a flat and fast course primed to set a new PR.  I COMPLETELY screwed that up.  I started the race at my 5k pace, gassed myself out, and had to Galloway myself to the finish.  The time was still good enough for some bling, but I still cringe when I look at the medal I received that day.

My personal sufferfest!

• Official Time: 53:47
• OA Result: 21/55
• AG Result: 3rd 

06/28/14: Fayetteville Firecracker Chase 10.2-Miler -- Fayetteville, TN

DEFINITELY a repeat event.  If you are close by, get your ass over there next year!  Good price, awesome swag, awesome after party, and unleash your inner glutton on the spread of post race goodies!  There was more food there than could have possibly been eaten and a nice pool to dip in to cool off afterward..

The course was challenging to say the least.  My back wasn't very happy with me at the time, so I returned the feelings in kind by racing anyway.  The morning was HOT, HUMID, overcast, and it rained briefly before hitting "the hill" halfway through.  The hill placement could not have been any worse.  Two miles from the finish, it started to rain again.

I usually LOVE to run in the rain, but not on this day.  Having arthritis, sudden fluctuations in temperature, humidity, rain, etc. (let's just say "weather"), make normal flare-ups even worse.  As hot as it was this morning, the rain just made the temperature feel hotter, the air thicker, and harder to breathe.  This was far from my best 10-mile pace at the time, but considering the circumstances, I'm not upset with the results.  It was still good enough to earn another AG award.  I look forward to racing this event again next year!

This was an AWESOME event!

• Official Time: 1:29:11
• OA Result: 35 / 136
• AG Result: 3rd 

My Foray into Running and First Race.. Ever

Original Posting Date:  09/25/2014

For the past several years, I have had to have outpatient spinal epidurals every three months to help alleviate the pain in my back.  This was unavoidable if I wanted the ability to move at all.  The epidural would normally "take" about 75% (if they took at all) -- and work for about two months on average.  I would then schedule my next one (up to four per year) and would have another epidural one month later.  It was as consistent as a Swiss watch.  $150 out of pocket.  Every.  Damn.  Time.

Shortly after receiving my September (2013) epidural, something odd happened:  the epidural worked 100%.  It was unbelievable.  On 09/16/13 (yes, I remember the exact date), I decided to make a change knowing that I only had a small epidural window to work with.  I wanted to run then, but considering my arthritis and other medical issues, I knew running wasn't going to happen at 295 pounds.

I started alternating workouts with the recumbent bike, elliptical machine, and ARC trainer.  In no time flat, I had lost over 60 pounds.  Losing weight was so much easier when you were as large as I was in the beginning.

I was finally able to start running again around the last week of February or first week of March after losing 75 pounds.  By this time, I had worked to completing half-marathons on an elliptical machine to strengthen my knees, core, etc. enough to handle the load of running and build my cardio base.  I was ecstatic.  Shortly afterward, I ran my first outdoor 5k in MANY years in the *impressive* time of about 34 minutes.  Regardless of time, I didn't care.  I completed the distance and this was more important than speed. 

While I have a LOVE for running, I have never been a "racer".  Until recently, the extent of my "racing" career had consisted of sprinting on a football field or sprinting for possession/attacking on the futbol pitch.  That's right, I said futbol.  I am a soccer addict.  

I try to find a charity to contribute to each year; when I couldn't find one that jumped out at me, I created my own.  My charity was to benefit the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation in honor of a longtime friend's daughter (Marley) who was born with this horrid disease.  We unofficially call ourselves "Marley's Angels".  I like the ring to that..

When I was able to run the distance, I figured: "what the hell?". Let's sign up for a 5k race and see what happens. I had never raced before, I am competitive by nature (only against myself), and thought it would be fun way to try and raise money/awareness for CF -- and how horrible of a disease it is.  I sold myself out to an embarrassment challenge by running this race in a purple CF tutu if I gained $500 of support and committed to run the race in a purple prom dress if we could raise $1,000 of support.  I don't care; I have zero shame, it was for an awesome cause, and 100% worth it.  So, without further ado, my first ever race..

I kept my word :)

04/12/14: Chick-Fil-A Connect Race Series 5k -- Athens, AL

By this time, I had worked my 5k time down to 25'xx" -- which was not bad considering that I had only returned to running for a little over one month.  I had ONLY one race goal:  complete the race in sub 25' and earn an official PR.  From my training runs, I thought this was completely achievable UNTIL..

A few days before the race, I was out running in my neighborhood at night.  I had all of my safety gear on to make myself visible.  As I was running down the street, a white Dodge Dakota truck was moving toward me, slowed and moved to the center of the street, almost stopped, and then aimed his truck at me and hit the gas.  This asshole literally tried to hit me.  The owner and driver of that truck better consider it a gift or blessing that I still have not been able to find them.

It proved to be a good thing that my crusty father was a paratrooper with the 101st in Vietnam.  He actually taught me proper jump technique earlier than I can remember.  Why?  I'll never know.  This teaching actually came in handy that night as I got myself the hell out of Dodge (see what I did there? :).  The bad news is that it completely hosed my ankle.  My hip and knee were worse for wear after eating a curb.  What made it really suck was that I had my first race just a few days after this.

Before the race, I did everything I could to ice and rehab all injuries from a few nights before.  My friend, who I've known for over 30 years, was bringing her beautiful, 4 year-old daughter, that I've committed to run for throughout 2014, to watch me race.  Her daughter (Marley) was also going to wear a purple tutu so she and I would have "matching outfits" when we met. 

There's.  No.  Way.  In.  Hell.  I'm.  Backing.  Out.  I made a promise to that little angel and dammit, I am NOT going to break it.

I still had my ice bag on my ankle in the starting corral and passed it over to my wife about 90 seconds before race start.  I was trying to get my ankle as numb as possible so it could hold up for 20-30 minutes.  This race was not chip-timed and I was WAY back in the pack (lesson learned).  I did not have much going my way this day except for my daughter and her "new friend" cheering me on from the sidewalk.  That was enough for me.  Plus, I was a larger, heavily tattooed male, wearing a COTTON CF awareness t-shirt (another lesson - I didn't know better), a purple tutu and matching leg tutus, on a very HOT and HUMID day.  A lot of lessons were learned about racing this day :).

At race start, I left all of my friends that joined me to race behind right out of the corral.  My ankle was killing me, but I kept pushing.  I don't remember that much about the race route except that it was pretty nice and the volunteers were awesome.  What I DO remember vividly was that every woman I passed complimented my "outfit" -- while every male I passed said:  "Oh hell no!  I'm not going to be beat by some asshole in a tutu!" -- and they took off!  I just laughed it off and ended up laughing harder as I passed EVERY one of them again as they were sucking wind less than a mile away.  A couple of them actually gave me the finger.  I didn't care.  I blew one of them a kiss just to screw with his head because he called me a motherf***er instead of an asshole (I wasn't kidding when I said I had zero shame)..  Mission accomplished -- it worked.  Now he was REALLY pissed!  He didn't have the balls to say anything when I confronted him after the race though.

Another lesson learned that day was to not trust the distance on the GPS watch versus the course distance (I was a rookie -- I didn't know).  So when my watch read that I had 800 meters to go, I started my kick and took off!  I had no clue that there was still 200 meters to go after that :).  The learning lessons just keep piling up..  LOL!

Finishing up..

Considering that I was running injured and had only returned to running almost 6 weeks before, I cannot complain about my time.  While my time is by no means "good", I am proud of it considering what I had to go through to earn it and the support I had from the sidelines while racing it.  

Marley and I are matching!

And.. I have been a race addict ever since.

• Official Time: 26:35
• OA Result: 31/297
• AG Result: 2nd (Bling!)