Thursday, Suzan and I drove to Cape Cod to join my sister Barb & brother-in-law Jim in Truro, where they had rented a house for the week to get away. The house, likely built in the 1970's judging from the design, was beautifully situated on top of the highest point in town with a view of the water looking West. Our plan was to R&R for a couple days, maybe do a mountain bike ride, then head to Harwich Port Saturday morning to run the Harwich 5K at 9:30am. After the race, we'd make tracks to Niantic, where we'd change and then drive to Latitude 41 Restaurant & Tavern in Mystic to attend Suzan's friend Bonnie's daughter's wedding at 4:30pm. Funny, the real cost of R&R in drive time and white knuckle highway drive experience. But it always seems to be worth it in the end.
We arrived about noon. Jim had made plans to mountain bike about 10 miles south to hook up with an old Pfizer workmate and friend Ed, who was long retired and now age 69 and spending the Summer on the Cape, where he and wife Marilyn had bought an escape house in Orleans. I wound up going on my 1st mountain bike ride of the year, with Ed leading the way on roads passing through Cape Cod National Seashore to the East, Wellfleet to the West, and Truro to the North. All told, about 23 miles before I graciously bowed out to return to the house rather than subject my posterior to known soreness that comes from higher miles I would have incurred had I continued on into Provincetown for a total of 40+ miles that Ed and Jim had planned. Felt good. Chilled on the deck out back with some red wine and that view the rest of the day.
Friday, Suzan I went for an easy hike in Cape Cod National Seashore near an old cranberry bog with gorgeous views of the Atlantic looking East. Lunch in Wellfleet. More chillin' and wine on the deck after, followed by a great grilled tuna dinner with way too much MORE wine that evening out on the deck. Probably not the wisest of pre-race nutrition choices, but I certainly wasn't stressing over it!
Saturday morning we hit the road at 7:30 to make our way down cape with a little buffer time built in to account for traffic contingencies. Arrived in Harwich Port with plenty of time to park the car in the shade, pick up the pre-registration packet, pin up, survey the landscape and do an easy half mile warm-up prior to race start. The race director got on the blower and announced a record turnout of approximately 650 runners. The start was in front of the Chamber of Commerce right on RT 28, the main drag downtown. The temperature was in the 70's but humidity elevated over the previous several gorgeous days, so I opted to run shirtless and handed it to my trusty life partner. This turned out to be a wise decision, as the race course headed inland away from the water and things heated up quickly.
As was the case with the past month's races, I knew this wasn't going to be a landmark performance, given the previous evening's indiscretions. I lined up close to the front of the pack to, if nothing else, make myself feel confident. For what, I had no idea.
At the gun, I didn't feel too bad but didn't have that certain bounce in my step that characterized my better performances, so right away I adjusted for splits to try to not go out too fast and wind up killing myself. I elected to not look at the GPS and to run focusing on turnover, economy and form. Ha. Well, at least I was able to hold the turnover! The other stuff not so much. Things heated up quickly, but I wasn't concerned with that too much because I was well hydrated. It felt like the course was a constant uphill, but easy incline. Just enough to feel a little labored in the heat. I was fairly aware of the ebb and flow of the pack. About mid race, I was passed by a runner who definitely looked like he was in his 60's. Then another a minute after that. On downhill stretches I found I didn't have the gas to stick close to my age group competition. I chose to latch on to both of them as best I could as a psychological pull. This seemed to work, right through the 3rd mile. As the course rounded the last block heading for the finish after the mile marker, I gave it a kick and had a little something there, so I tried to get as close as I could to the guy in front of me and try to fend off anyone trying to pass. I heard Suzan imploring me to go at the finish line.
I wound up finishing 5th in the 60-69 division with a 22:51, 4 seconds behind the guy who finished 4th, and 76th overall in a field of 669. A 7:22 effort. Better than recent performances and not bad considering the soreness from Thursday's bike ride and otherwise complete lack of pre-race discipline. GPS splits told the tale of my progression through the race. Mile 1 about a 7:09; mile 2 about a 7:17; mile 3 about 7:30. Going to be working on those negative splits in the next few races. Those stats certainly explain why yours truly got passed.
It was a very well-organized race, with a great after party and awards ceremony located down the street at a gourmet pizzeria.
Sunday I ran long with Al Litwin, about 8 easy miles. We were joined heading out on Giant's Neck Road by Noelle Fox, who was with husband Mark in front of their home about to run over to Rocky Neck State Park. Al charted a course out to RT 156, East to Roxbury, to Riverview, Dean, then through the new development to North Bridebrook and back down Giant's Neck to Long Island Sound. Al punctuated the uphills with tempo hard efforts that really felt good and gave some purpose to the outing. After saying goodbyes to Noelle, Al and I completed the run to the shoreline and worked our way to his house, where we changed and then headed to Giant's Neck Heights Beach and Rocky Neck Beach for the next several hours to swim and relax.
Monday, I ran an easy 5 miles at noon on the usual route along Eastern Point, Avery Point, Tyler Avenue, Meech, and back to the fitness center for some stretching.
Tuesday I ran the 6:15pm Stonington fun run at Dog Watch Cafe, about a 23:35 effort. Got to chat with Mike Boumenot and Jeff Walker, Tom Sullivan, Sr. (RD of Strides for the Handicapped for many years), Al Phillips, Way-Way, Paul Gray, many others. Good Mystic pale ale after. Great breeze and conversation to cool down with out on the dock.
Today... Day off. Need the rest!
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
On the Radar...
Here's some events I'm looking at... sure to be updated...
JUNE
Harwich 5K Road Race (running on Saturday 6/22)
Stonington Village Fun Run Series (Tuesdays)
JULY
Chester (Rotary) Four on the 4th (7/4)
New London Sailfest Road Race 5K (7/14)
Caroline's Miracle Foundation 5K (7/27)
AUGUST
John & Jessie Kelley OBP 11.6M (8/3)
Run 4 Kerri 4M (8/4)
Clinton Liberty Bank Bluefish 5K (8/4)
Waterford Week 5 Mile Road Race (8/11)
Battle Of Stonington 5K (8/20)
Roger Schonning 5K (8/28)
SEPTEMBER
Run Around the Block 15K (9/7)
Surftown Half Marathon (9/15)
CVS Caremark Downtown 5k (9/15)
Niantic Bay Half Marathon & 5K (9/22)
Run with the Lions 5K (9/29)
Rock N' Roll Providence Half Marathon (9/29)
OCTOBER
Jack O'Keefe Memorial Strides 5/10K (10/6)
ING Hartford Marathon & Half Marathon (10/12)
Run for the Penguins 5K (10/19)
Cape Cod Half Marathon & Marathon (10/26 & 10/27)
NOVEMBER
Tarzan Brown Mystic River Run 5.5M (11/3)
Airline Trail Ghost Run 13.8M (11/4)
EBAC Fall Challenge 4.75M (11/9)
Setting the Pace for Conservation 5K (11/10)
DECEMBER
Pearl Harbor Masters 5.2 Mile Race (12/8)
JUNE
Harwich 5K Road Race (running on Saturday 6/22)
Stonington Village Fun Run Series (Tuesdays)
JULY
Chester (Rotary) Four on the 4th (7/4)
New London Sailfest Road Race 5K (7/14)
Caroline's Miracle Foundation 5K (7/27)
AUGUST
John & Jessie Kelley OBP 11.6M (8/3)
Run 4 Kerri 4M (8/4)
Clinton Liberty Bank Bluefish 5K (8/4)
Waterford Week 5 Mile Road Race (8/11)
Battle Of Stonington 5K (8/20)
Roger Schonning 5K (8/28)
SEPTEMBER
Run Around the Block 15K (9/7)
Surftown Half Marathon (9/15)
CVS Caremark Downtown 5k (9/15)
Niantic Bay Half Marathon & 5K (9/22)
Run with the Lions 5K (9/29)
Rock N' Roll Providence Half Marathon (9/29)
OCTOBER
Jack O'Keefe Memorial Strides 5/10K (10/6)
ING Hartford Marathon & Half Marathon (10/12)
Run for the Penguins 5K (10/19)
Cape Cod Half Marathon & Marathon (10/26 & 10/27)
NOVEMBER
Tarzan Brown Mystic River Run 5.5M (11/3)
Airline Trail Ghost Run 13.8M (11/4)
EBAC Fall Challenge 4.75M (11/9)
Setting the Pace for Conservation 5K (11/10)
DECEMBER
Pearl Harbor Masters 5.2 Mile Race (12/8)
Monday, June 17, 2013
Reality Check
So, I'm 60. I thought this running thing was supposed to be a piece of cake. New bracket. New kid on the block. Thin competition. No injuries. Quality training. More miles. Faster times.
Wrong!
Ever since I rose to meet my 2013 personal challenge to run a sub 7-minute mile 5K in late April/early May I've been backsliding. Wallowing in mediocrity. Not where I want to be. Seems I've fallen into a chasm of 7:30-ish finishes, culminating in a 7:45 Niantic Bay 10K this past Friday evening. Really?
What went wrong?
Poor discipline. Pure and simple. I've backed down on quality easy long runs and been inconsistent with scheduling speed intervals and hill workouts. This is probably due in part to an inner disappointment with my performances over the last several weeks (Delaney Dash 7:11 4-miler not withstanding). I had hoped that scheduling a bunch of races in a short period of time would force me to train at a higher level of effort, but instead it has had a reverse effect. Perhaps this can be attributed partly to my tender advanced age (lol) but realistically, I have to put the whole picture in perspective. I'm too freaking undisciplined. Time to get back on track. Back to basics. Up my weekly mileage to 30+. Hill repeats. Trail runs. VO2 max threshold intervals. Road bike sprints as time alows. Maybe a hike or two with Mike Crutchley on his portion of the Narragansett Blue Blazed Trail?
Niantic Bay 10K
Actually, I'm being a little hard on myself. Considering I ran the Jamestown Bridge 10K and the Niantic Bay 10K both at a 7:45, I didn't really backslide. In fact, unlike Jamestown, I ran negative splits in the Niantic Bay. I decided to not run the St. Catherine's race the evening before in Preston, as I thought it would compromise any effort for a good showing at Niantic. Thursday afternoon in the Pfizer fitness center I dreadmilled a Raunig ladder of short 100M intervals between a 9-minute pace and a 5:10 pace with full recovery in between to get my legs juiced with a 90-100 cycles per minute turnover. I felt really good after, as I usually do. This feeling held right into race evening.
I coordinated arrival with Suzan: I from work in Groton and she from home practically next door in Niantic. We'd meet in the McCook's Beach parking lot, then I'd do the race day registration thing, look for friends and chissy-chat a little, then do a 5-minute warmup a few minutes before race start. Right away Mike Crutchley spotted me while with some friends and I gave him a hard time about being clean shaven, aerodynamic, etc. The omnipresent and always smiling Beth Lazor-Smith was there. Talked with Bob Buckingham a little about his ultra experiences. Paul Gray was there. Saw Dave Jacobs for the 1st time in forever (what's up with that Dave??? Used to see you running on Giant's Neck Road almost every morning... Another 60-something with discipline issues? Sure... Dream on Don...). The two WTAC Jeffs: Walker and Vuono. Always top contenders. Not surprisingly, Niantic neighbor Bill Ghio was in attendance (is there a race in the State of CT Bill doesn't run?).
Interesting aside: Jeff Vuono and Bob Buckingham are two individuals I've come to associate with high-volume road biking. I'd met Jeff for the 1st time a number of years ago when I ran my 1st Waterford Week 5 miler in 2007. When I spotted Jeff, he was tending to logistics with his road bike, which it turned out he'd rode to Waterford from Westerly to run the race! One of several in his bike stable I seem to recall him telling me. Bob B commutes on his bike to work at Pfizer in Groton from his home in New London when possible. Given their usual standings in the race results, maybe there's something to be said about regular cross-training that warrants my attention?
Notably missing in action were Mike Boumenot (who would have added depth to the WTAC "murderer's row" top 10 finish compliment), Clem McGrath (whom I later chatted with Sunday evening at a Mohegan Sun women's game against Seattle) and my neighbor (and, although he probably wouldn't admit it, outstanding, talented runner) Al Litwin, who I thought would surprise me by throwing his hat in the ring along with Bill Shea. I believe a number of runners who didn't run Niantic had likely elected to hold off for the Branford Road Race on Sunday.
I lined up fairly close to the starting line after warming up and trading "good luck" wishes with friends. At the gun, I knew almost instantly I didn't have the juice for a good effort, completely contrary to what I anticipated based on warmups. The head of the pack that was pulling away was large... about 60+. I felt like it was going to be one of those completely enigmatic efforts on my part. Mike Crutchley and Paul Gray pushed out ahead. Dave Jacobs took off like a shot. At age 68, he never ceases to amaze me. I decided to do something completely different... back the pace down to a slow start and see if my legs became energized. The mile 1 support staff barked out "7:59!!!" That slow? I was still being passed. Down on the Old Black Point Road flat I was passed by Bob Buckingham and Dave Blair, both of whom made me look like I was standing still. I found some solace in recognizing that they, too, had started slow and picked it up.
About 1.5 miles in I settled in with a mixed pack of multi-aged runners, both male and female, mostly in their 20's and 30's. I started to get in a groove. I started to pass folks in front of me, but I felt this was more due to them slowing down than me speeding up. My pace seemed pretty consistent and my oxygen uptake well-controlled. I felt that if I held this pace, even though I didn't know what it was...) I'd have a good shot at getting stronger on the downhill finish if I could hold pace up the only real hill on the entire course about 1.5 miles from race end.
Nearing the "lolipop" at the end of the "out" portion of the out and back course, suddenly the race leaders emerged behind the East Lyme police car. I recognized the leader as WTAC's Johnathan Hammett but didn't know who the guy in 2nd place was. Jeff Walker was 3rd. After that, I was in the lolipop and couldn't see placements ahead of me. Except for Dave Jacobs, whom I focused on as my "rabbit" thereafter. He was still a good 300 yards+ ahead of me.
It was about this time that an interesting dynamic began to unfold that definitely played a part in how I performed for the remaining 3 miles of the race. I heard a woman grunting loudly, nipping on my heels. Some imperative inside told me "That's it!... No more being passed!" I turned it on a little to prevent her from going past me, especially around a couple sharp corners in the lolipop during which it seemed she was right on my butt. On the Old Black Point Road straightaway she stayed right behind me. Then as we neared the beginning of the hill, we were joined by a guy who, judging from *his* grunting, was under age 30. But I really didn't know... I never turned around to have a look at either of them.
The hill was the deal maker. I fended them both off and held for the stretch all the way to the finish, passing about 3 other runners along the way. I did my utmost to focus on my form and pacing (to try to salvage something out of this lackluster perfomance, if nothing else). After peaking over the top of the hill and recognizing those behind me who were close had fallen back, I focused on Dave, who definitely slowed down on the hill. The gap had narrowed significantly. I picked it up in the last half mile, as I always try my best to do. I closed on Dave as we neared the finish. I heard those grunters behind me! I think something primal kicked in after that and I stuck it in overdrive. I had a monster kick. Felt like I was doing a 5-something. But them it was over, right as I was on top of Dave as we entered the chute. He finished less than a second ahead of me. Way Hedding was on the SNERRO blower, announcing the neck and neck tight finish of the two 60-somethings! It was pretty exciting, even though I was unable to ultimately catch Dave but being able to hold off the grunters! Turns out the guy was one second behind me and the woman was 5 seconds behind him. He was 42-year-old Brian Hickey; She was 37-year-old Ashley Dickinson. WTAC had 4 finishers in the top 10. Just amazing. In the end, however, I truly believe we all gave it our best effort. I congratulated Mike Crutchley on an excellent effort. He'd finished a good 2 minutes ahead, along with it seemed just about everyone else I knew :-) We greeted Beth as she finished with our cameras and snapped her in a victory pose.
It was a very rewarding moment for a 60-something who seemingly had felt like an also ran only a few minutes before. It was funny to get 1st place in the 60-64 division as one of only two participants. Had there been a 60-69 division I would have finished 2nd behind Dave.
Saturday was a day off. Lounged at Giant's Neck Heights Beach Association beach. It was a beautiful day.
Sunday, I ran long with Al Litwin. 10 miles, all outside of Rocky Neck State Park, which for us is very unusual. Starting at Al's house, we ran down the backside of Giant's Neck Heights, up Giant's Neck Road, up North Bridebrook, onto Rt 1 East, onto Dean Road, onto West Society Road, then back down to the beach on North Bridebrook and Giant's Neck Roads.
Next race is the Harwich 5K in Harwich Port, MA on Saturday, which I'll be running after staying with my sister Barb for a couple days in Truro.
6.2 on Friday; 10 on Sunday. Halfway to 30+ in three days.
I think I'm almost back on track already.
Wrong!
Ever since I rose to meet my 2013 personal challenge to run a sub 7-minute mile 5K in late April/early May I've been backsliding. Wallowing in mediocrity. Not where I want to be. Seems I've fallen into a chasm of 7:30-ish finishes, culminating in a 7:45 Niantic Bay 10K this past Friday evening. Really?
What went wrong?
Poor discipline. Pure and simple. I've backed down on quality easy long runs and been inconsistent with scheduling speed intervals and hill workouts. This is probably due in part to an inner disappointment with my performances over the last several weeks (Delaney Dash 7:11 4-miler not withstanding). I had hoped that scheduling a bunch of races in a short period of time would force me to train at a higher level of effort, but instead it has had a reverse effect. Perhaps this can be attributed partly to my tender advanced age (lol) but realistically, I have to put the whole picture in perspective. I'm too freaking undisciplined. Time to get back on track. Back to basics. Up my weekly mileage to 30+. Hill repeats. Trail runs. VO2 max threshold intervals. Road bike sprints as time alows. Maybe a hike or two with Mike Crutchley on his portion of the Narragansett Blue Blazed Trail?
Niantic Bay 10K
Actually, I'm being a little hard on myself. Considering I ran the Jamestown Bridge 10K and the Niantic Bay 10K both at a 7:45, I didn't really backslide. In fact, unlike Jamestown, I ran negative splits in the Niantic Bay. I decided to not run the St. Catherine's race the evening before in Preston, as I thought it would compromise any effort for a good showing at Niantic. Thursday afternoon in the Pfizer fitness center I dreadmilled a Raunig ladder of short 100M intervals between a 9-minute pace and a 5:10 pace with full recovery in between to get my legs juiced with a 90-100 cycles per minute turnover. I felt really good after, as I usually do. This feeling held right into race evening.
I coordinated arrival with Suzan: I from work in Groton and she from home practically next door in Niantic. We'd meet in the McCook's Beach parking lot, then I'd do the race day registration thing, look for friends and chissy-chat a little, then do a 5-minute warmup a few minutes before race start. Right away Mike Crutchley spotted me while with some friends and I gave him a hard time about being clean shaven, aerodynamic, etc. The omnipresent and always smiling Beth Lazor-Smith was there. Talked with Bob Buckingham a little about his ultra experiences. Paul Gray was there. Saw Dave Jacobs for the 1st time in forever (what's up with that Dave??? Used to see you running on Giant's Neck Road almost every morning... Another 60-something with discipline issues? Sure... Dream on Don...). The two WTAC Jeffs: Walker and Vuono. Always top contenders. Not surprisingly, Niantic neighbor Bill Ghio was in attendance (is there a race in the State of CT Bill doesn't run?).
Interesting aside: Jeff Vuono and Bob Buckingham are two individuals I've come to associate with high-volume road biking. I'd met Jeff for the 1st time a number of years ago when I ran my 1st Waterford Week 5 miler in 2007. When I spotted Jeff, he was tending to logistics with his road bike, which it turned out he'd rode to Waterford from Westerly to run the race! One of several in his bike stable I seem to recall him telling me. Bob B commutes on his bike to work at Pfizer in Groton from his home in New London when possible. Given their usual standings in the race results, maybe there's something to be said about regular cross-training that warrants my attention?
Notably missing in action were Mike Boumenot (who would have added depth to the WTAC "murderer's row" top 10 finish compliment), Clem McGrath (whom I later chatted with Sunday evening at a Mohegan Sun women's game against Seattle) and my neighbor (and, although he probably wouldn't admit it, outstanding, talented runner) Al Litwin, who I thought would surprise me by throwing his hat in the ring along with Bill Shea. I believe a number of runners who didn't run Niantic had likely elected to hold off for the Branford Road Race on Sunday.
I lined up fairly close to the starting line after warming up and trading "good luck" wishes with friends. At the gun, I knew almost instantly I didn't have the juice for a good effort, completely contrary to what I anticipated based on warmups. The head of the pack that was pulling away was large... about 60+. I felt like it was going to be one of those completely enigmatic efforts on my part. Mike Crutchley and Paul Gray pushed out ahead. Dave Jacobs took off like a shot. At age 68, he never ceases to amaze me. I decided to do something completely different... back the pace down to a slow start and see if my legs became energized. The mile 1 support staff barked out "7:59!!!" That slow? I was still being passed. Down on the Old Black Point Road flat I was passed by Bob Buckingham and Dave Blair, both of whom made me look like I was standing still. I found some solace in recognizing that they, too, had started slow and picked it up.
About 1.5 miles in I settled in with a mixed pack of multi-aged runners, both male and female, mostly in their 20's and 30's. I started to get in a groove. I started to pass folks in front of me, but I felt this was more due to them slowing down than me speeding up. My pace seemed pretty consistent and my oxygen uptake well-controlled. I felt that if I held this pace, even though I didn't know what it was...) I'd have a good shot at getting stronger on the downhill finish if I could hold pace up the only real hill on the entire course about 1.5 miles from race end.
Nearing the "lolipop" at the end of the "out" portion of the out and back course, suddenly the race leaders emerged behind the East Lyme police car. I recognized the leader as WTAC's Johnathan Hammett but didn't know who the guy in 2nd place was. Jeff Walker was 3rd. After that, I was in the lolipop and couldn't see placements ahead of me. Except for Dave Jacobs, whom I focused on as my "rabbit" thereafter. He was still a good 300 yards+ ahead of me.
It was about this time that an interesting dynamic began to unfold that definitely played a part in how I performed for the remaining 3 miles of the race. I heard a woman grunting loudly, nipping on my heels. Some imperative inside told me "That's it!... No more being passed!" I turned it on a little to prevent her from going past me, especially around a couple sharp corners in the lolipop during which it seemed she was right on my butt. On the Old Black Point Road straightaway she stayed right behind me. Then as we neared the beginning of the hill, we were joined by a guy who, judging from *his* grunting, was under age 30. But I really didn't know... I never turned around to have a look at either of them.
The hill was the deal maker. I fended them both off and held for the stretch all the way to the finish, passing about 3 other runners along the way. I did my utmost to focus on my form and pacing (to try to salvage something out of this lackluster perfomance, if nothing else). After peaking over the top of the hill and recognizing those behind me who were close had fallen back, I focused on Dave, who definitely slowed down on the hill. The gap had narrowed significantly. I picked it up in the last half mile, as I always try my best to do. I closed on Dave as we neared the finish. I heard those grunters behind me! I think something primal kicked in after that and I stuck it in overdrive. I had a monster kick. Felt like I was doing a 5-something. But them it was over, right as I was on top of Dave as we entered the chute. He finished less than a second ahead of me. Way Hedding was on the SNERRO blower, announcing the neck and neck tight finish of the two 60-somethings! It was pretty exciting, even though I was unable to ultimately catch Dave but being able to hold off the grunters! Turns out the guy was one second behind me and the woman was 5 seconds behind him. He was 42-year-old Brian Hickey; She was 37-year-old Ashley Dickinson. WTAC had 4 finishers in the top 10. Just amazing. In the end, however, I truly believe we all gave it our best effort. I congratulated Mike Crutchley on an excellent effort. He'd finished a good 2 minutes ahead, along with it seemed just about everyone else I knew :-) We greeted Beth as she finished with our cameras and snapped her in a victory pose.
It was a very rewarding moment for a 60-something who seemingly had felt like an also ran only a few minutes before. It was funny to get 1st place in the 60-64 division as one of only two participants. Had there been a 60-69 division I would have finished 2nd behind Dave.
Saturday was a day off. Lounged at Giant's Neck Heights Beach Association beach. It was a beautiful day.
Sunday, I ran long with Al Litwin. 10 miles, all outside of Rocky Neck State Park, which for us is very unusual. Starting at Al's house, we ran down the backside of Giant's Neck Heights, up Giant's Neck Road, up North Bridebrook, onto Rt 1 East, onto Dean Road, onto West Society Road, then back down to the beach on North Bridebrook and Giant's Neck Roads.
Next race is the Harwich 5K in Harwich Port, MA on Saturday, which I'll be running after staying with my sister Barb for a couple days in Truro.
6.2 on Friday; 10 on Sunday. Halfway to 30+ in three days.
I think I'm almost back on track already.
Monday, June 10, 2013
Recovery Week
Backed down on the miles last week following an experiment to see if I could handle several contiguous days of hard efforts... Twilight Trails 7.4 (8:12), Pawcatuck Lions 5K (7:28), Montville Lions 5K (7:35). Somewhat disappointed to not yet be feeling that gliding, effortless, floating runner's high, LOL. Actually, feeling pretty good physically. Better than I've felt for years. No niggling aches, soreness, pulls... No post-op complications following surgery. Five years' worth of it. All in the rear view mirror, thank goodness.
Took Monday off to stretch. Needed it. Tight, but not unexpected. One of the hard lessons of being a self-taught runner is learning how to cope with failure and learning pretty much everything the hard way through lots of trial and error. I do a lot of reading and invariably have to weigh conflicting advice on subjects such as stretching, form, technique, equipment (shoes), injury prevention, strength training exercises, speed workouts, hill repeats, cross-training do's and don'ts, etc. I've learned over the years that I don't have the "genes" and I never will, that I have 2-day delayed-onset muscle fatigue and there's no way around it, and that I need to back off after hard efforts even if I feel like a million bucks because if I don't, I'm going to pay for it later by being over-trained and sore. The payoff is that with hard work, common sense and (god willing) good health and a little bit of luck you can establish a base and work to perfect the things you do have control over. So far, this is my best running year since 2007, when I established my 5K PR (21:05) at age 54 while running the Battle of Stonington race that year.
Tuesday evening I ran my 1st ever fun run: The Dog Watch Stonington Summer Fun Run Series, an in-town self-timed double loop that follows the current 5K course used for the Battle of Stonington 5K. I was undecided as to whether to run the thing as a hard tempo on 1 day's rest, give it a hard race effort, or jog it. I didn't want ruin a good year by injuring myself by doing too many hard efforts without proper recovery. I felt, however, that the tightness was gone, I was feeling loose and after a brief 5 minute warmup about 5 minutes before the start, and although I knew I didn't have the juice for one of my better efforts, I felt I was strong enough to hold a decent pace for 3 miles. After the 1st pass through downtown, I found myself about 20 yards behind Al Philips, whose pace seemed just about right for what I felt I was capable of holding without disintegrating into positive splits. And that's how it ended... Turned out to be a satisfying effort that my cheap GPS suggested was around a 7:30-7:35 something. After the run, I soon learned why they are called "fun" runs. Heather Bessette passed out popsicle sticks to all finishers to be used as tokens for free beer out back on the dock. It was a mob scene. Suzan & I had a wonderful time talking with a number of folks, and after a couple beers we decided to stay for dinner. It was a good decision. Excellent food. A great evening.
I took a walk with Ro DiRoma at lunchtime on Wednesday, followed by a jog around Eastern Point, Avery Point and back to the fitness center at work. Thursday I did another very light jog around the points. Friday was a complete washout, with rain coming down in buckets. Suzan emptied the rain gauge in our back flower garden to see if the predictions of 4-6 inches of rain panned out. They did... Just about 4. Predictions for the progression of the storm were changed during the day. It was now being suggested that rain would end before 7am Saturday and that we might now be looking at a pretty good day. I had written off the possibility of running the inaugural Winthrop Magnet School 5K in New London after the original predictions of bad weather through the morning, but decided to play it by ear Saturday morning to see how things unfolded.
Saturday morning was as predicted. I told Suzan I'd make up my mind about running Winthrop after a couple cups of strong coffee. I felt good. The roads were dry, humidity had dropped measureably, there was a nice breeze. I decided to go for it and was out the door at 9:05am, figuring I'd be at the school with plenty of time to race day register, pin on a bib and warm up for a few minutes. Thankfully there was no traffic. Plenty of parking in front of the school. Very well organized registration. Lots of people showed up, including Mike Passero, the New London councilman who would later that day have his head shaved for "Go Bald for a Brother" an annual benefit sponsored by Mohegan Tribal firefighters and the Eastern Connecticut Emerald Society to raise money to help with the expenses for firefighters with cancer. But other than Mike and Bill Ghio (who I've seen at just about every race so far this year... and all over the State), and Larry James, a Pfizer colleague now working in Cambridge, not too many familiar faces. Surprising, considering it was an inaugural race, which usually brings runners out of the woodwork in droves. Platt Systems was timing with D tags on the bibs.
The race start was a little odd, with the pack well back of the marked Start and no chalk markings. I don't recall hearing anyone actually starting the race. People just started running and the timing clock was moving, so I took off. Very strange. Almost immediately, the race course proved to be what Larry mentioned he'd heard it was: FREAKING HILLY. The 1st leg was a screaming downhill on Grove Street, all the way down to Williams Street, then South on Williams, up the hill to Vauxhall Street, UP, then DOWN Vauxhall, then UP Vauxhall to the halfway turnaround at Colman Street. Then back to the start on all those hills in the opposite direction. I found myself fighting for air, but was determined to try to hold a negative split race. I wound up passing a number of runners on the uphills but once the race was about 3/4 over the pack had thinned to just a few who were well out in front of me and one kid who looked around 30 years old who was about 20 yards ahead. I tried to glom onto him as a rabbit to see if I could mentally pull myself forward against the usual mile 3 fatigue. Then came that crushing UPHILL on Grove Street to the finish. Killer. I had to walk about 10 yards to the Crystal Avenue intersection to be able to have the air to make it uphill the rest of the way to the finish line, but in walking I lost almost no ground to the guy in front of me. It was everything I had to push on over to the end. OMG. An absolute, freaking crusher of an uphill finish. Ughhhhh...
Turns out, I was 8th overall with a 23:46 (7:38), taking 1st in the 60+ division. In all honesty, the toughest 5K I have ever run... and I'm not kidding. Great awards and raffle after. I celebrated by driving back home and mowing the grass. Next race on my list: Niantic Bay 10k Friday evening, back after a 1 year hiatus. Looks like it's going to be well-attended. Looking forward to seeing a few friends there!
Took Monday off to stretch. Needed it. Tight, but not unexpected. One of the hard lessons of being a self-taught runner is learning how to cope with failure and learning pretty much everything the hard way through lots of trial and error. I do a lot of reading and invariably have to weigh conflicting advice on subjects such as stretching, form, technique, equipment (shoes), injury prevention, strength training exercises, speed workouts, hill repeats, cross-training do's and don'ts, etc. I've learned over the years that I don't have the "genes" and I never will, that I have 2-day delayed-onset muscle fatigue and there's no way around it, and that I need to back off after hard efforts even if I feel like a million bucks because if I don't, I'm going to pay for it later by being over-trained and sore. The payoff is that with hard work, common sense and (god willing) good health and a little bit of luck you can establish a base and work to perfect the things you do have control over. So far, this is my best running year since 2007, when I established my 5K PR (21:05) at age 54 while running the Battle of Stonington race that year.
Tuesday evening I ran my 1st ever fun run: The Dog Watch Stonington Summer Fun Run Series, an in-town self-timed double loop that follows the current 5K course used for the Battle of Stonington 5K. I was undecided as to whether to run the thing as a hard tempo on 1 day's rest, give it a hard race effort, or jog it. I didn't want ruin a good year by injuring myself by doing too many hard efforts without proper recovery. I felt, however, that the tightness was gone, I was feeling loose and after a brief 5 minute warmup about 5 minutes before the start, and although I knew I didn't have the juice for one of my better efforts, I felt I was strong enough to hold a decent pace for 3 miles. After the 1st pass through downtown, I found myself about 20 yards behind Al Philips, whose pace seemed just about right for what I felt I was capable of holding without disintegrating into positive splits. And that's how it ended... Turned out to be a satisfying effort that my cheap GPS suggested was around a 7:30-7:35 something. After the run, I soon learned why they are called "fun" runs. Heather Bessette passed out popsicle sticks to all finishers to be used as tokens for free beer out back on the dock. It was a mob scene. Suzan & I had a wonderful time talking with a number of folks, and after a couple beers we decided to stay for dinner. It was a good decision. Excellent food. A great evening.
I took a walk with Ro DiRoma at lunchtime on Wednesday, followed by a jog around Eastern Point, Avery Point and back to the fitness center at work. Thursday I did another very light jog around the points. Friday was a complete washout, with rain coming down in buckets. Suzan emptied the rain gauge in our back flower garden to see if the predictions of 4-6 inches of rain panned out. They did... Just about 4. Predictions for the progression of the storm were changed during the day. It was now being suggested that rain would end before 7am Saturday and that we might now be looking at a pretty good day. I had written off the possibility of running the inaugural Winthrop Magnet School 5K in New London after the original predictions of bad weather through the morning, but decided to play it by ear Saturday morning to see how things unfolded.
Saturday morning was as predicted. I told Suzan I'd make up my mind about running Winthrop after a couple cups of strong coffee. I felt good. The roads were dry, humidity had dropped measureably, there was a nice breeze. I decided to go for it and was out the door at 9:05am, figuring I'd be at the school with plenty of time to race day register, pin on a bib and warm up for a few minutes. Thankfully there was no traffic. Plenty of parking in front of the school. Very well organized registration. Lots of people showed up, including Mike Passero, the New London councilman who would later that day have his head shaved for "Go Bald for a Brother" an annual benefit sponsored by Mohegan Tribal firefighters and the Eastern Connecticut Emerald Society to raise money to help with the expenses for firefighters with cancer. But other than Mike and Bill Ghio (who I've seen at just about every race so far this year... and all over the State), and Larry James, a Pfizer colleague now working in Cambridge, not too many familiar faces. Surprising, considering it was an inaugural race, which usually brings runners out of the woodwork in droves. Platt Systems was timing with D tags on the bibs.
The race start was a little odd, with the pack well back of the marked Start and no chalk markings. I don't recall hearing anyone actually starting the race. People just started running and the timing clock was moving, so I took off. Very strange. Almost immediately, the race course proved to be what Larry mentioned he'd heard it was: FREAKING HILLY. The 1st leg was a screaming downhill on Grove Street, all the way down to Williams Street, then South on Williams, up the hill to Vauxhall Street, UP, then DOWN Vauxhall, then UP Vauxhall to the halfway turnaround at Colman Street. Then back to the start on all those hills in the opposite direction. I found myself fighting for air, but was determined to try to hold a negative split race. I wound up passing a number of runners on the uphills but once the race was about 3/4 over the pack had thinned to just a few who were well out in front of me and one kid who looked around 30 years old who was about 20 yards ahead. I tried to glom onto him as a rabbit to see if I could mentally pull myself forward against the usual mile 3 fatigue. Then came that crushing UPHILL on Grove Street to the finish. Killer. I had to walk about 10 yards to the Crystal Avenue intersection to be able to have the air to make it uphill the rest of the way to the finish line, but in walking I lost almost no ground to the guy in front of me. It was everything I had to push on over to the end. OMG. An absolute, freaking crusher of an uphill finish. Ughhhhh...
Turns out, I was 8th overall with a 23:46 (7:38), taking 1st in the 60+ division. In all honesty, the toughest 5K I have ever run... and I'm not kidding. Great awards and raffle after. I celebrated by driving back home and mowing the grass. Next race on my list: Niantic Bay 10k Friday evening, back after a 1 year hiatus. Looks like it's going to be well-attended. Looking forward to seeing a few friends there!
Sunday, June 02, 2013
Endurance weekend
Last week I checked out my local race schedule and noticed three late May/early June races I'd listed were back to back to back: The Bluff Point Twilight Trail Run 7.4 miler on a Friday evening; the Pawcatuck Lions 5K the next day on Saturday; and the Montville Lions 5K on Sunday. Running the Bluff Point 7.4 last year, I'd discovered a whole new world of competitive running that demanded I be in command of many more senses simultaneously than those I'm accustomed to using on road. I had resolved to do it again in 2013. But the next day at 10am race director Melanie Diamonte's Pawcatuck Lions 5K was scheduled. This was a race I had for years passed in favor of the annual Susan G. Komen 5K Race for the Cure in Hartford, which was on the Pfizer Running Team's schedule. But ever since the Pfizer team faded into oblivion over the last few years, I'd started taking a serious look at keeping my focus local, and I wanted to finally give Melanie's race a try. So I decided that, since my performance record with next-day races was pretty good, I'd take a shot at it. But the very next day, on the SNERRO calendar, was the Montville Lions 5K, which I also wanted to run. "Screw it!" I said to myself. Why not see what kind of stuff I was made of at age 60? I managed to survive the brutal Colchester Half late February, and I figured doing all three would be a combined mileage of a half marathon with LOTS of rest between legs. So yeah, I decided to do all three... and posted to my Facebook friends this commitment to keep myself from backing out when race day arrived. Fast forward to race weekend.
Friday was a sweltering day, so I knew no matter how well-prepared I was, I hadn't run fast in the heat this year. So expectations for setting a new land speed record were low. But expectations for beating my 2012 performance were high, since I (finally) hadn't taken the Winter off and I knew based on my half marathon times I could better an 8:30. I ran a Raunig ladder interval workout in the Pfizer fitness center on Wednesday following a week of long slow distance that saw a weight gain of almost 2 lbs, likely attributable to core training muscle mass buildup. I felt pretty strong. I decided to get to Bluff Point around 5pm to ensure I got a race day spot, since the race application noted the field would be capped at 400. Helping the pre-race logistics process along was the inimitable Rosanne DiRoma, who texted to ask when I was leaving and that she had decided to attend as a cheerleader rather than participate due to a nagging muscle soreness issue. After snapping a few pix and doing a light warm-up, I decided to wear my New Balance MT10RX with the steel rock shield plates in the soles because I didn't trust myself to wear minimalist shoes at that venue. Chatted with Beth Lazor-Smith, who was running Bluff for 4th straight year. Way Hedding was wearing his tie-dyed tee shirt and being his usual entertaining self. Starting well back in the pack, I picked my way past a bunch of runners who had gone out too fast, only to realize I'd made the same mistake myself with a 7:10 mile 1 split. I slowed down to about an 8:30 to catch my breath and recover for the long haul, knowing it was my only shot at finishing respectably better than last year. About 3 miles in I was passed by Jeff Van Deusen, which would later play a key role in how events unfolded. After crossing over the railroad and heading toward Haley Farm, suddenly a pack of runners came toward me imploring that I was going the wrong way and needed to turn around. At the front of the pack was Jeff. I turned around and doubled back, noticing the turn marker was on the ground. No wonder it was missed by so many! I fell into a rhythmic pace after turning in the Haley Farm parking lot. It was about this point I recognized John Sacrey was pulling away strong and I'd have no chance of keeping up with him. The heat was having a big impact on my respiration and slowing me down. I finished with an 8:13, well below 2012's 8:33. Not bad considering the 30+ seconds lost making the wrong turn correction. I think it was a great result. Good enough for 2nd in the 60-something class behind a strong John Sacrey. Thanks Jeff for being gracious and insistent that I turn back!
Saturday morning I knew I was going to be able to run but had no idea what kind of power I'd have. Usual bagel downed with grapefruit juice four hours before gun time and some extra strong coffee. I decided to lay on the deck and catch some early morning sun between 7:45 and 8:15 to relax, then made the easy drive to Pawcatuck on I-95 and RT 2. Arrived to do race day registration and chatted with Carol Rose & Mike Boumenot. Lots of familiar faces. Mac Ordonio. WTAC. James Martinson was signed up as "Perry Winkle". SNERRO guys were usual funny selves. At the gun I knew right away the speed wasn't going to be there so I tried to find a breathing rhythm that was comfortable enough to carry me the 1st 2.5 miles, then I'd see if there was anything in the tank to ramp up the finish. Just like in the Bluff Point race, I recognized I didn't have the stuff to pick off anyone in front of me in the last half mile, certainly not Mac Ordonio (who I typically pace myself to) so I decided to just go anaerobic and speed as fast as I could anyway and hope for a decent time in the low 7 minute pace range. Managed to eke out a 7:29, way slower than I had envisioned. But good enough for 2nd place in the 60-69 division. On to Sunday.
Repeated morning race prep from Saturday. Caught a few more rays and relaxed. Made the drive up to Montville Polish Club race venue for race day signup. More familiar faces, including Bill Ghio, who also ran Pawcatuck Saturday. Clem McGrath, who noted progress in Misquamicut cleanup and that Paddy's was open. Ron Dombrowski, John Brown, Dino Festa, Ron Gale, Pat Phillips, and Pfizer workmate Michele Quintanilla with son Morgan, who was running. Another hot one. Warmed up with Dino, who along with many others felt the hilly race course was going to discourage participation. Wasn't too excited about hills myself, but was prepared for them with good hard workouts with running pal Al Litwin in Rocky Neck. Another fast start followed by a midrace settling down to a comfortably hard pace to set up for a strong finish. Hills is an understatement. Lots of 'em. Great payoff downhill last half mile. Ran another disappointing pace (7:35), but need to keep the 3 days in a row in perspective. 1st place in the 60-69 division, just ahead of Dino who also turned 60 this year only three days earlier. We're everywhere! Food with a couple cold beers after worked wonders on fatigue.
All in all a tough three days, but very rewarding. Good to establish a baseline. Better yet to enjoy socializing with good friends. Going to take a day off from running Monday and relax, do some stretching, ride the road bike during the week, then see about ramping up the hill workouts.
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