Sunday, June 8, 2008

Running in the wind



It's official, I'm now truly an Oklahoman. Last Tuesday I was entering my run info into my training log (it's online through Runner's World magazine, there's a link on the right to my log) and was wondering whether or not I should check the box labeled "windy". I couldn't remember so I went to NOAA's website to see the weather history. Apparently, there was a 30 MPH southern wind, with gusts close to 40 MPH. Really? I hadn't even noticed.

Here's a few tips I've picked up for running in the Oklahoma winds:

  • Plan your runs so that the wind is at your back for the second half. Although if you do this in Norman you end up running south, headed straight for the waste water treatment plant. Raw sewage and a stiff headwind don't go well together.

  • Run early in the morning when the wind is not as strong. Translate: only a 20 MPH wind, not 25 MPH.

  • Try running through wooded neighborhoods. However running through an older neighborhood with large trees when there's 40 MPH gusts isn't exactly relaxing when you see 5 inch diameter limbs littering the sides of the roads.

  • Which brings us to the best advice about running in the wind:

  • Suck it up and enjoy it anyway. You're not going to be able to change the fact that it is windy, so just tuck your head down and keep putting one foot in front of the other. What doesn't kill you can only make you stronger.

  • I apologize to all my usual readers (which I was informed by a friend this last week is now up to 3) about not keeping up with my weekly posts. Hopefully you'll give me some slack, I got married, summer school started up, and all the other little things that make up a week. My running should get back into rhythm this week and with a little luck, so should the weekly entries.



    Running moment of the week: Thursday afternoon I slipped in an unplanned run around the Sutton Wilderness Area. It was hot, humid and I was pretty slow but it felt cleansing, like a good sweat in a steam room.

    5/26 - 6/1
    total miles: 51.0
    time: 7:02

    May miles: 206.0
    YTD miles: 1151.7

    Running moment of the week: After a real hard demoralizing run yesterday, Maia and I had a easy recovery run up at Lake Stanley-Draper up in OKC. We ran along the dirt road on the east side of the lake. It's closed in spots to vehicles so I let Maia off leash and just let her trot next to me. She'd push me on the downhills and I'd have to be a cheerleader for her on the uphills.

    6/2 - 6/8
    total miles: 45.1
    time: 6:01

    YTD miles: 1196.8

    Monday, May 26, 2008

    Camping with a Wedding Dress, Garbage Can and a wet Border Collie (or How to DNF a Marathon)

    Time, the last two weeks, has passed quickly. Like when you're at concert for your favorite band, it slips right past you and before you know it the encore is over and you're left with heavy feet from dancing, a sore throat from singing along too loudly, a headache from the pounding music and a soul that doesn't want it to stop. If you were thinking you wrote down the set list so you could relive it later. Here's the set list from my last two weeks:

    Set One
    Pack It Up, Pack It In, Let Us Begin
    Driving Song ->
    Rocky Mountain High
    Running On Empty
    Let's Get Down To Business
    Euphoria

    Set Two
    On The Road Again
    Traveling Light ->
    Highway 6 Revisited ->
    I Know You Rider
    The Long and Winding Road
    Oklahoma

    Encore
    Running On Empty (reprise) ->
    Fast Enough For You

    Show highlights:

    Set One
    Pack It Up, Pack It In, Let Us Begin: Somewhat surprisingly, Carmen (our 92 Subura Legacy wagon) held all of our stuff we were bringing to Utah with quite a bit of space left over. Considering we were planning a week and a half trip from Oklahoma to Utah and back that involved getting married and camping, this was no small feet. There were over a dozen flower vases, several large cardboard signs, various other decorations, a wedding dress and my outfit along with a tent, two sleeping bags, three sleeping pads (Maia has her own), cooking equipment, food and dog packed into the car with us. We had just changed the oil, O2 sensor and rotated the tires. Ready to go, we left Norman by 5 AM on Tuesday, May 13th. The plan was to drive ~750 miles to Fort Collins, CO to stay with our friends the Thompsons.

    Driving Song: We saw our last Oklahoma sunrise as an unmarried couple as we passed the Stillwater exit on I-35, the reds and yellows sending us on our way with an early wedding present. The skies were clear, the temps were cool and there was no wind, a perfect day to drive across the open prairie. We were in need of stretching our legs in Kansas when we spotted a sign for Lake Wilson State Park. The park is only ten miles north off of I-70 and features some nice trails on rolling hills adjacent to the lake. We were both very pleased with the park and appreciated getting to see some of Kansas away from the highway. Maia loved wading into the lake chasing after sticks. After a brief stop in Olathe, KS (home of Buffalo Bill) for lunch and a quick session of fetch, we headed west to Colorado.

    Rocky Mountain High: Around Limon, you can start to the see the mountains. Shortly thereafter, you can see the madness that is "The Front Range". After paying $6.00 to drive the ten miles skirting around the NE side of Denver (true highway robbery) we braved our way through some heavy traffic and construction on I-25 to get to Fort Collins around 5:00 PM. Our friend's house was easy to find and after a first little apprehensive bark, Josh was Maia's new best friend, can't say the same of their cats though. The four of us went to a stroll around town, they made us dinner and we all had a good time catching up after not all being together for almost a year. We stayed up too late and awoke too early. By 6:30 AM the next day we we're on our way to Laramie, WY. There's not much to say about the drive across southern Wyoming, a little rain, some light flurries and Little America is still an oddity. We did stop at Bear River State Park outside of Evanston, WY and had a good stroll. From there, it's a short drop through Echo Canyon, over Parley's Summit and down into the Salt Lake Valley.

    Running On Empty: From the time we entered the Salt Lake Valley, we had 48 hours until the wedding. In this time we needed to drop off Maia at doggie day care, meet the photographer, pick up Gina's sister, pick up the flowers, unload our car, pick up my brother and his fiancee, get a marriage certificate, meet Gina's family, buy a lot of alcohol, rehearse for the ceremony, eat dinner, arrange the flowers, make the final decorations, set up a portable PA system, carry 72 chairs a quarter mile into a field and create a safe haven for the girls to hang out before the ceremony so I wouldn't see Gina before she walked down the aisle. All this and I snuck in two quality runs in the foothills and one in Mill Creek. Hopefully Rob has recovered from the run in Mill Creek. I took him over the west side of Grandeur and down Church Fork then up the pipeline past Broad's Fork a bit and then back down to Wasatch Blvd. Erik Storheim and Rich McDonald where directing a race on the same day. Besides Erik, I also ran into Scott Jamie and Dan Margalit (math colleague).

    Let's Get Down To Business: We got married.

    Euphoria: EUPHORIA!


    Set Two
    On The Road Again: While we were packing the car, we hung Gina's wedding dress off of the rack on my groomsman's truck. He has a gigantic greasel with a stout rack over the back. As we hung it there we joked how tragic, but funny it would be if we forgot it and Eric was cruising down I-215, arm out of the window, Ned's ears and tongue flapping in the wind along with the dress. This almost turned out to be a reality, but luckily for us, when he got to corner of our street he noticed the dress hanging there. A few loose ends in SLC to take care of, opening gifts, talking math and packing and we were off again.

    Traveling Light: Just you and I ... and Maia, a wedding dress, garbage can, tupperware set, large picture frame, leftover cheese and alcohol ...


    Highway 6 Revisited: The route from SLC to Moab is primarily along highway 6. This is great drive featuring narrow cobblestone canyons, alpine grass lands and a tight river canyon opening up to Castle Valley and the Bookcliffs. The road stretches forever echoing the immensity of the desert. After grabbing dinner to go at Moab Brewery and some essentials from the supermarket, we drove another ten miles south of town on Kane Creek Boulevard to the Spring Campground by Hunter Canyon. It was hot and it was beautiful. In the morning we tried out our new stove, lathered on some sunblock and hiked up the Amasa Back trail. I think it was a bit hot for Maia, she kept seeking out the shade, even the smallest little bits behind tiny rocks. We followed the Colorado River out of town and up to I-70. At Hittle Bottom (a site of a previous misadventure of mine involving rowdy Canadians (are there any other kind?), PBR and hitchhiking) we found a boat put-in that is sheltered from the current of the river. We let Maia out to swim in the water. The water was colder than I expected and cooled my legs. Once we tossed Maia into the water, she lost her apprehension and kept diving back in for more. We took our wet dog back to the car and continued following the river to Grand Junction, CO.

    I Know You Rider: We arrived in GJ around 1:30 in the afternoon. One of the reasons we stopped here was to check out the wineries in Palisades, CO, just about ten miles up the road from GJ. We found a Motel 6 (they all allow dogs), checked in and vegged in the air conditioned coolness. On the way out to Palisades we took the back roads and around some residential areas of GJ looking at the neighborhoods, just taking our time. We arrived at the wineries at 5:05 PM, they all closed at 5:00 PM. Bummer, good thing this is just our "Practice Honeymoon". That night we ate a nice dinner at Il Bistro on Main Street in downtown GJ. Gina ordered some beet cannelloni, which ate she half of and forgot to take the rest back to the motel with us. Bummer, good thing this is just our "Practice Honeymoon". The next morning we headed out over the southern Colorado Rockies, passing through Gunnison and Alamosa before staying at Lathrop State Park, the only campers there, our only company the cool Colorado rain.

    The Long and Winding Road: I-25 again, open prairie and miles more to go. We cut across the NE corner of New Mexico, feedlots stuffed like the Walmart megastores where the cattle will be sold. There's a volcanic National Monument out there, we stopped by for a stroll but they didn't allow dogs on the trails so we turned around and kept driving. From the small US highway we turned onto a smaller New Mexico highway. We dropped off of a mesa, took a right onto another small New Mexico highway, crossed a bridge over a dry stream and were in...


    Oklahoma: The plan was to hike up to the top of Black Mesa, the highest point in Oklahoma at an elevation of 4973'. The trailhead parking is only about 5 miles off of the little highway we were on, right next to the Cimarron river. It was 2:30 PM central time, but there was some question about what time zone we were actually in, when we set off on the hike (8 miles round trip) into a wind so strong we had to lean into it ("wind sweeps down the plain" ring a bell to anyone?). A little less than 2 hours later we were at the top, marked by an obelisque and no true "summit". Check out the video below of the windy view from the top. That night we camped in Black Mesa State Park, just ten miles or so down the road. There were a few people there, but the place was quiet and we felt good to be back in Oklahoma. The next morning was Friday and we were planning on making it back to Norman. After breakfast in Boise City the road became flat. We drove all across the panhandle past the miles of farmland and cattle. For a leg stretch break we stopped at Boiling Springs State Park outside of Woodward. Here some springs bubble up in the sands by the North Canadian River give the appearance of boiling water. Stepping out of the car, the humidity hit us hard. The springs themselves are kind of a let down, but we enjoyed the trails. Somehow I got us lost and what was supposed to be a half an hour walk turned into a hike of more than an hour. Oops, I told Gina that this wouldn't be the last time I got her lost (rule 5(?): when hiking, don't follow Matt). Back to the car, back to Norman, back to our house, a newly wed couple. Yippie-I-A!



    Encore
    Running On Empty (reprise): Those of you who are frequent readers of this blog (all two of you - and that includes me) know that I was planning on running the Andy Payne Marathon the Saturday after we got married and planning on breaking 3 hours. Well, plans be as plans are and we left the house early the next morning in time for the 6:30 AM start up at Route 66 Park by Lake Overhosler in OKC. It was overcast, but windy and humid. From the gun I went out fast, the first couple of mile markers must be off since I passed mile 2 in under 10 minutes. The marathon is small and already by the time we left the park to run 3 loop around the lake there was a large gap before the person behind and a narrowing gap between me and the person ahead of me. I passed him shortly after mile three and was all alone. I decided not to carry any water, big mistake. The east side of the lake was sheltered from the wind, but that just made it feel way too hot. Someone at an aid station around mile 7 gave me a bottle of gatorade to carry, this helped. I came around the first lap in 1:05:00, somewhere around mile 10. What was I thnking, this was way too fast. I came around the half marathon point in 1:26, already slowing down to 7:00/mile. I put in a few more of these then dropped down to 8:00/mile.

    Fast Enough For You: I walked a bit and came around the second lap in 2:02, needing to rip out eight more miles at 7:00/mile to finish in under 3 hours. I just didn't have it in me. I DNF'd still three minutes ahead of the second place runner.

    Running moment of the week: Thursday night I needed to hit the trails after two days in the car. I parked at the horseshoe turn in City Creek, ran up puke hill past where I'd be getting married in two days, over past the bobsled to the saddle at City Creek and back. Great run, in the epic battle of Matt versus the mountain bikers, I went 4-3.

    5/12 - 5/18
    total miles: 47.0
    time: 7:27

    YTD miles: 1076.8

    Running moment of the week: Putting in the first half of the Andy Payne Marathon in 1:26. Cooler temperatures and lower humidity and I think I can break 3:00.

    5/19 - 5/25
    total miles: 24.0
    time: 2:56

    YTD miles: 1100.8

    Tuesday, May 13, 2008

    Sub 3:00 marathon?

    Just a short entry this week, Gina and I leave tomorrow for SLC for our wedding this Saturday, May 17th. I'll post some pictures of the trip and wedding next week.

    One of my long term running goals is to break 3 hours in the marathon. It's not a goal I try for often, I've only ran a single road marathon. This year I decided I run the Andy Payne marathon and go for a sub 3 hour time. I've been kind of half-assed about my training, throwing in some speed workouts and tempo runs but not giving up the trails. Last Saturday I went up to Lake Overholser in Oklahoma City where the race takes place. I was planning a confidence boosting 16 mile run consisting of two laps around the lake at sub 3 hour pace, but instead after going out too fast and having 20 MPH headwind on the back stretch I ended up barely coming in at the right time for the first lap and then had to stop and eat some humble pie.

    Running moment of the week: I got some Injinji socks as a door prize at 3 Days of Syllamo and I love them. Since then I've got four more pairs and use them both on the trail and on the road. On Sunday, I discovered one of the unavoidable downfalls of toes socks - if you randomly grab two socks out of your sock drawer, you only have a 50% percent chance of grabbing both a left and a right foot. On Sunday, I was running the trails with two right feet.

    5/5 - 5/11
    total miles: 53.7
    time: 6:53

    YTD miles: 1042.8 <- broke a thousands miles!

    Monday, May 5, 2008

    Oklahoma Trail Running

    So what's trail running like in Oklahoma you ask? (OK, so no one's asked this, because no one reads this, but I'm going to pretend.) Coming to Oklahoma from Utah, I was pretty skeptical that I would find anything that I could remotely call trail running. However, I've been pleasantly surprised. Have I found mountains equalling the Wasatch? slick rock trails like in Moab? a 10 mile trail run from my door step with over 2000' of elevation gain? No, I mean come on, everyone knows that you can't compare Utah to Oklahoma. But that's not to say that the Oklahoma trail running scene is nonexistent. Here's a list of some of the pros and cons of the trail running scene in Oklahoma in comparison to Utah. Let's start with the cons.

    Cons:
       
  • No mountains: This is the most obvious geographic difference between Oklahoma and Utah. Oklahoma is flat. Sure there's the Wichita Mountains in southwest Oklahoma and the Ouachita Mountains in southeast Oklahoma, but these don't even really compare to the foothills in Utah for elevation gain.
       
  • Humidity: In the summertime, it gets real sticky and hot here. Even at 6 in the morning in the middle of July it will be in the 80's and only getting hotter. The heat doesn't leave until the end of September.
       
  • Fractal trails: Most of the trails by Oklahoma City are designed for mountain biking and feature lots of tight turns. The trails windy back on themselves and often you'll be ten feet away from a section of trail you running on 30 minutes ago. As an extreme example, the trails at Lake Stanely-Draper just east of Oklahoma City feature over 12 miles of trail all packed into a single square mile!
       
  • A dearth of races: Because of the heat and humidity, most trail races here take place from December-April. The only ultras I can think of are: The DanMan, A-OK 50K, Lake McMurtry, Turkey and TATURs 50K and Chisholm's run (a fat-ass style 50K held at Lake Arcadia). Only one of these has a 50 mile option and there are no trail hundreds. (There is a somewhat annual road hundred called The Mother Road which takes place on historic Route 66.) All of these races are small and do not attract any national caliber runners.
       
  • An abundance of thorny and poisonous plants: In the summer, the greenery here explodes! It makes everything look healthy and full of life, until you realize the the sides of the trail are lined with poison ivy. Better be careful when you make a potty break (speaking from experience here folks).
       
  • An abundance of insect life: In addition to the plant life exploding, so does the insect life. There are lots of mosquitoes and gnats, but they don't really bother you too much while you run as long as you don't mind swallowing the occasional bug. The bigger nuisance is spider webs (I know spiders aren't insects but they're close, I'm a mathematician, not a biologist). There are some big spiders here that set up shop across the trails right around face level. If you're not paying attention, you'll end up wearing the web and the spider (they're big too). When you're all sweaty from the humidity it's a serious pain to try and pick the web off of your face (again, speaking from experience here folks).
       
  • Wind: This isn't really that much of an issue, especially on the trails. You just have to get used to 20-30 MPH winds being common. It's best to think of it as a training tool. In the summer, you'll actually welcome the wind as the mercury rises.

    Before I start sounding like a complainer, let me list the pros:

    Pros:
       
  • Solitude: Last Saturday I ran 17 miles out at Lake Thunderbird around 9 AM and only saw two people. This type of serenity is definitely not found by Sprawl Lake City on a Saturday morning. It's quite common to go hike here and see more deer than people.
       
  • Year-round trail running: So in the summertime the trail running in Oklahoma is less than optimal, but I think it's better than spending a cold morning post-holing in the immersion.
       
  • Scenery: Oklahoma really is gorgeous, just on a different scale than Utah. Here it's the little things, a muddy water creek, the sound of the cicadas, the unexpected vista, the rose rock and on the large scale, the open rolling prairie.
       
  • Variety: Oklahoma has a little bit of everything. The Wichita Mountains and Quartz Mountains in the southwest have rocky granite trails and hills, The Chickasaw National Recreation Area and Lake Murray State Park in southern Oklahoma gave some great trails by marshy lakes, southeast Oklahoma is the start of the 240+ mile Ouachita trail, northern Oklahoma is prairie land, Roman Nose State Park in northwest Oklahoma has a nice trail exploring a canyon and some arid dessert like views and then there's the panhandle which we have yet to explore.
       
  • No fees: All of the state parks and recreation areas in Oklahoma have no entrance fee. There is camping fee at some parks and Lake Arcadia does have a small trail-use fee.
       
  • Great community: The trail runners here are very friendly and put on some great races. The atmosphere is noncompetitive and typically have good food at the finish line (worth a mention: the chili at A-OK, the jambalaya at Lake McMurtry). The fees for the races are pretty low as well.
       
  • Dog friendly: All of the state parks here allow dogs to go everywhere. Most places have leash laws, but few people seem to care.
       
  • Lots of great races in neighboring states: The ultrarunning communities in the neighboring states are very strong. There are lots of great races in Arkansas (check out: Arkansas Ultra Running Association), Texas (check out: North Texas Trail Runners and Hill Country Trail Runners) and Kansas (check out: Kansas Ultrarunners' Society). So as long as you don't mind driving a bit, you can find lots of quality races and good competition.


    If anyone is looking for more information about trail running in Oklahoma, they should check out the following running groups:

    Oklahoma Trail Runners Association
    Tulsa Area Trail & Ultra Runners


    Anyone have anything they wish to add to the lists?

    Running moment of the week: A Yasso 800 workout: 10 x 800 @ 2:56 on Tuesday evening while it was 84 degrees and sunny. At least there were wind gusts over 30 MPH. Sweet.

    4/28 - 5/4
    total miles: 62.0
    time: 8:10

    April miles: 256.9
    YTD miles: 976.1

  • Monday, April 28, 2008

    The Golden Shore



    This last week I was in Palo Alto, California talking with a colleague. It was my first trip to the bay area in my adult life and my first ever trip to Palo Alto. Stanford put me up at a nice hotel in downtown Palo Alto and I was able to find time to go on some runs. My first run on Monday afternoon I ran around the "dish". I had heard from several people before I went to Stanford about this open space area behind the campus. It has a paved loop trail taking you around a satellite dish. On Monday evening there were lots of people using the trail. In areas like California where so many people exercise, people never acknowledge your presence, looking down and away from you as you pass and wave. After saying "hi" to the first dozen or so people I passed and not receiving one response, I gave up trying. The running community in Oklahoma is small and so friendly that everyone waves and smiles when we see another runner on the roads.

    The next morning I had made some running arrangements with a friend from Utah who is now living in Palo Alto. He took me to some trails further behind the "dish" area. I really agree with his observation:

    The problem with the open spaces in California is that they are all so formal.


    Wednesday I went by myself up to the "dish" area again but took a different turn and ended up on a really busy two-lane road. It was jammed packed with commuters all heading into town. Every car I saw only had a single occupant. Argh... How much does gas need to cost before people start carpooling? I couldn't stop thinking about the John Denver song "Rocky Mountain High."

    Now his life is full of wonder but his heart still knows some fear
    Of a simple thing he cannot comprehend
    Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more
    More people, more scars upon the land


    California, eh? ... They can keep it, I'll take the red clay dirt anytime.

    Running moment of the week: On Saturday morning I went for a run out at Lake Thunderbird. I didn't see a soul except for deer, rabbits, squirrels and a turtle. It's good to be home.

    4/21 - 4/27
    total miles: 61.1
    time: 7:54

    YTD miles: 914.1

    Sunday, April 20, 2008

    Happy Birthday to me!



    I turned 30 this week on Wednesday. Surprisingly, I didn't become an amazing distance runner the next day. That's too bad since now I'm going to get my butt kicked in the 30-39 age group. There's a few races/runs I found online this week I think I'm going to sign up for. First off in June, there's the Greenpeople run up at Lake Hefner in OKC. It's a four hour lap run for fun. I think you're supposed to eat a hot dog every lap you go around or something like that. I'm planning on run there from our house Norman and then running a few laps. In July, there's Cap't Karl's Run outside of Austin, Texas. It is a 12 hour night run on a ~5 mile loop. I ran this last year and put in 50 miles. Somewhere around mile 8 I twisted my ankle and had to stop an hour early when my ankle was the size of a softball. I hope to run at least 60 miles this year. July in Texas, it will be a sizzler!

    Running moment of the week: Lying around in bed on Sunday morning watching the Woman's Olympic Marathon Trials on nbc.com. The USA is going to have great distance team in Beijing, it will be fun to watch them go head to head with the world's best. Go USA!

    4/14 - 4/20
    total miles: 49.9
    time: 6:25

    YTD miles: 853.0

    Sunday, April 13, 2008

    Lake McMurtry Trail Run

    I ran with Gina up at Lake McMurtry by Stillwater as she rocked out her first 50K. The race consists of two figure eight laps. We ran this race last year, I ran the full 50K and Gina ran the 25K. Last year it was a dreary, cold and windy mudfest and with the torrential downpours we had here in the first part of last week we thought we were in for similar conditions. The sun came out though on Friday as it warmed up and it looked like at least we we're going to have gorgeous running weather. On the drive up to Stillwater we saw some swollen lakes and streams, a little foreshadowing of what was to come. Earl Blewitt (race director) postponed the race for thirty minutes since some of the roads heading into the park were flooded. As for the course, I think a quote from Earl sums it up the best:

    "The trail is in good shape where it isn't covered in water."




    I'll let Gina tell you the whole story:

    Gina's race report:This is my first (and hopefully not my last) race report. Matt suggested I tell you a bit about how I felt during, before and after the race. So hear it goes..

    Before the race, I honestly felt alright about everything. I actually wasn't thinking about it too much, because I had had a very busy week - getting back from Seattle after a cancelled flight and a red-eye, I started a new program at work, and then I had to come back to my computer that had crashed right before I left for Seattle. So, yeah, the race wasn't at the tip top most of my mind. But I was excited and looking forward to the challenge. I tried to get Matt to go to bed early on Friday night, but he was basking in the humor of "Still Standing" (ask Matt). So off to bed I went, because we had to wake up at the early morning hour of 5AM. During the very peaceful drive up to Lake McMurtry, I tried not to get to antsy or too nervous. I really just wanted to get things started, so I didn't have to think about the next 31.1 miles. But, it was not to be. We got there and the race was postponed for a half hour because of flooded roads. Well, I tried to keep my cool and take a forty minute nap, but my nerves coupled with Matt's java drinking kept the sleep at bay. No worries, though because the race started soon enough and we were off.

    Honestly, my favorite part of the run was crossing the "river." Water up to mid-thigh, kept me alert and made me feel tough. It was also like a nice cold ice bath, that soothed my muscles, which I really appreciated on the second loop. I'd like to say that this run was fun the whole time and that I had a stellar performance, but ...well it wouldn't be the truth and it wouldn't be as interesting! I did have fun and I did meet one of my goals (to finish under 6hr 30 min.). I also felt like crap, and wasn't sure I was going to finish. Half way (ok, not even half way) through the race my legs felt like lead and I felt so tired. I just lost all my energy and it was pretty demoralizing because I knew I had 15 more miles to go. Luckily, I had the just the thing I needed to get through the race...Matt. He was the best cheerleader, crew master, pacer you can imagine. He advised me to keep going, even if I was just walking, to try eating whatever and whenever I wanted (there's a reason they put potatoes out on these long races), and to just try to enjoy the scenery. And you know what? I did all those things and I had a good time. I walked a lot over the next 8 miles, ate a bunch of things from pretzels and potatoes, to animal crackers and lots of GU, and I was able to move from a tired walk to a slow shuffle, and eventually even picked up my feet for some actual trail 'running!' My last 7 miles I think were some of my best, because I stayed focus and just tried to listen to my body. There are probably a lot more moments I could recount, like the people who hitched a ride on the back of a truck for 10ft to avoid getting their feet wet, passing someone in the last mile who had passed me at the half way point, almost falling on my face after a root jumped up and grabbed my shoe, and the joy of never getting lapped, but if I kept going you'd be reading a novel.


    So, how did I feel after the race? Tired, sore, happy. Amazingly I didn't cry at the finish, though I was pretty emotionally spent. I popped some Vitamin I (ibuprofen) pretty quickly, but the next 24 hours were a bit rough as I was definitely sore. Yeah, I pretty much felt like an old lady, with bones cracking and an early bed time! But, surprisingly 48 hours or so later, I'm feeling a little bit better, a little less sore and more than a little excited to go out on a run on Wednesday (I figure one more day of rest would do me good!).

    Running moment of the week: Watching Gina finish her first ultra! Check it out below. Don't mind my heavy breathing and woo-hoo's, I had just run for the past 6+ hours, I'm allowed to sound like a dork.




    4/7 - 4/13
    total miles: 49.6
    time: 8:50

    YTD miles: 803.1

    Sunday, April 6, 2008

    Red Bud Classic

    Thursday afternoon:

    Me: Chisholm, do you want to go on a run this weekend?
    Chisholm: Actually, I'm going to run the Red Bud 50 on Saturday morning.
    Me: What's that?
    Chisholm: It's a 50 mile bike ride, but I'm going to run it. I plan on starting at 2 AM. You interested?
    Me: Let me think about it.

    Thursday evening:

    Me: Sure. I mean what else would I be doing at 2 AM on Saturday morning?

    And so it began, Chisholm had a crazy idea and I was crazy enough to go along with it. We drove part of the course on Friday evening, planting some food and water along the way. 1:30 AM came really quickly, by 2:15 AM we were off and running. In my mind's eye picturing the run I imagined running along country roads, a low sun and pleasant tshirt running temps. Somehow that fact we would be running for almost five hours before the sun rose slipped right past me. Oops. I actually wasn't even planning on wearing anything over my tanktop. Chisholm lent me a long sleeve shirt and I'm glad I used it, it was in the upper 30's at the start and it went down to 32 before it started to get warmer.

    The course is made for bikers, as such it is entirely on pavement (Chisholm's training for Badwater this summer and doesn't want to step on trail until it's over) and features very few turns. I think there is like 10 turns total, one of which we missed and ended up running on I-44 for a short while before we hopped a fence to get on the service road. Good thing is was 3:00 AM and there was very little traffic.

    Around 6:30 AM the temperature got low as it was going to, I was starting to feel tired and I was definitely wishing I brought the gloves Chisholm set out for me. He let me borrow his hat as an insulator between my hand and my water bottle, that helped. The sun just started to shed some light when we got to the corner of NE 36th and Triple X (such a bad ass name for a road, I told Chisholm I want to steal the sign). Here the road actually curves a little as it crosses the North Canadian River. The sun was cresting the horizon and I was starting to feel better although it wasn't until 7 miles later, at the corner of Wilshire and Hiawassee when we first saw some bikers heading the other direction that I really picked up.

    Everyone was waving to us, saying hi. I don't think anyone knew that we had started over 6 hours ago and were planning on running as far as they were biking! Some people asked us where our bikes were. Our best responses:

    "Free your bike, your mind will follow."
    "It's more fun to run."

    It was harder on the way back. Now that it was light we could see how far the straight-a-ways were and how far we had to go. We just had to keep our eyes on the road and put on foot in front of the other. Bikers now were passing us on the way back in. We were feeling tired, but we finished in 9 hours and 20 minutes. We snagged a finisher medal and went to grab a burger. Good times to be had by all.



    Running moment of the week: Besides the above (which was definitely the run of the week), today I had a great run with Maia out at Lake Thunderbird. She did awesome, no slacking and she seemed to always have smile on her face.

    3/31 - 4/6
    total miles: 71.8
    time: 12:20

    March miles: 221.4
    YTD miles: 753.6

    Wednesday, April 2, 2008

    On the road

    Last weekend I was in Baton Rouge for an AMS (American Mathematical Society) conference at LSU. I was staying at a hotel right off of the interstate which normally involves traffic dodging while running along roads that were definitely not made for pedestrians. When I arrived on Friday, I found an hour to go for a quick run before we headed to campus. I decided to head away from the interstate and quickly found a nice quiet neighborhood. There was a baptist church cooking up some amazing barbecue, huge live oak trees lining the streets and gorgeous old French homes. The following and subsequent mornings I ran around a lake near the LSU campus. There is not a continuous path around the lake, but when the adjacent road is busy there is a wide path. I was pleasantly surprised to find such a great spot to run.

    Running moment of the week: While running around the lake I saw some spray paint markings, some for a marathon and half-marathon they most put on using the road around the lake. But also I saw a solid line with the words "Endurance 50", it's good to see that there are ultrarunners in Baton Rouge.

    3/24 - 3/30
    total miles: 42.9
    time: 5:14

    YTD miles: 681.8

    Monday, March 24, 2008

    Sunday, March 16 - 20K - Day 3

    At least it didn't rain on Saturday night. It didn't help my sleep though, it was too cold to go and sit in the creek after the 50 miles and my legs were really sore. I kept tossing and turning in my sleeping bag and never got comfortable.

    With the race being so short, there were no drop bags and very limited aid on the course. I started with three Gus and a couple of bottles. I couldn't believe the start of the race. Everyone started out so fast! I was really struggling to keep up. Josh was ten minutes ahead of me and I knew that unless he completely collapsed there was no way I was going to pass him in total time. Also Paul, Matt and Ty were at least 50 minutes behind me so I knew that my second place was pretty much sealed. I still tried to run hard, but everyone kept passing me. I guess it shouldn't be too much of a surprise, on each of the previous days I didn't really start running fast until mile 27, with only 12 or so to go today, I knew I would never get warmed-up.

    I finished in tenth place overall, sixth out of the stage runners in 2:08. My cumulative time over the three days was 16:30:28. Full results can be found here. Kudos to Josh and Ashley Nordell for taking the overall male and female.

    Steve, his family and all of the volunteers did an amazing job putting on the race. The course was well marked (except for one turn on the 50 mile run), the aid stations well stocked with food, drink and smiling faces, the campground is well suited for an ultra and the terrain is gorgeous, hard and rugged. I definitely recommend it for any ultrarunner looking for a tough challenge in the Ozarks.



    Running moment of the day: Finishing.

    3/17 - 3/23
    total miles: 21.3
    time: 3:27

    YTD miles: 638.9

    Friday, March 21, 2008

    Saturday, March 15 - 50M - Day 2

    Although it hadn't started to rain by the time we went to bed on Thursday and in fact looked like the rain might hold off, it rained and stormed hard after we laid down to sleep. My legs were sore from the 50K, combining this with the thin thermarest pad and the thunder and lightning meant I didn't sleep well and I was already awake at 5:00 AM when the alarm went off. It was cooler outside than the previous morning and on a positive note we could see lots of stars so at least the sky was clear.

    The 50M course was an out and back, apparently a last minute change because of down tress caused by recent snow fall. Drop bags were allowed at miles 9/41 and 19/31. In the first bag I put a hand bottle and waistpack in case I felt like switching from the Nathan pack I was starting with. In the second bag I put 10 Gus, some endurolytes, 2 Little Debbie StarCrunches and a windbreaker. Rumor was that even though it was clear that stroms were coming in were a high possibility, therefore I opted for the Nathan pack as I could stuff my rainjacket in it.

    Everyone was moving slowingly in the morning and the race didn't officially start until 10 after 6 AM. It started looking like a repeat performance of the previous day, Matt, Ty and Josh took off up the ridge and Scott and I dropped into the chase pack. By the time we crested the ridge though, Matt and Ty were on a tear and Scott and I caught up to Josh. We bumped into Matt and Ty a few times before the first aid and mile 5 as they lost the trail marking momentarily. It was good to have trail veteran Scott with us to point the way.

    By the time we reached the first aid station we could turn our lights off. Already the scenery was looking more spectacular than the previous day. For this first portion off the run we were on the North Sylamore Creek Trail. The anticipated clouds had rolled in and there was a layer of fog hovering above the creek in the canyon. It was mystical. From mile 5 to the second aid at mile 9 the trail passes along side of a bluff with a steep drop off towards the creek. It was some great running. The three of us chatted it up, everything from previous ultras to college life.

    After leaving the Barkshed aid station the course heads about 50 feet up a gravel road before a sharp right hand turn. Josh and I would of ran past it without a second thought if it wasn't for Scott. Unfortunately, ahead of us Matt and Ty weren't so luck and kept running right on by. There is a large climb after the right turn and this is where Josh, Scott and I split up, Josh running ahead and Scott dropping back. We got about ten minutes of rain here and a clap or two of thunder. Nothing too worrisome. The trail is severely cambered and on every step my right ankle rolled slightly and I worried that it might get sore. I caught back up to Josh on a long downhill section and we arrived at the third aid station. Cal and Steve were there and told us that they hadn't seen Matt and Ty go by, we started wondering if they got lost.

    Another climb and Josh took off. I was really starting to hurt and think that I might of gone out to fast and ran too hard trying to keep up with Josh. These aren't very comforting thoughts only 15 miles into a 50 mile run. The scenery was gorgeous though and kept my mind distracted. At mile 19 I arrived at the Cripple Turkey aid station. I grabbed some more Gu, ate a Little Debbie and ran on. Steve's wife told me as I left that now we were on the Ozark Highline Trail and needed to follow the white blazes. Leaving the station there is a steep downhill. I heard someone shouting my name, Josh had missed a turn. He came running back down the road toward me and we found a sharp right turn across a creek. Again a climb and again Josh took off and again at the top of the hill I heard someone shouting my name, Josh had got lost again.

    The Ozark Highline Trail was just created a few years ago and it is not very well trod. Most of the time it is like connect the dots going from blaze to blaze. I arrived at the mile 23 aid station around 4 hours and 30 minutes into the run. Earlier Josh and I had talked about finishing in under 9 hours, possibly around 8. The course had something else in mind. From here it is 2 miles to the turn around. They said that they put up flagging and wrote a word at the turn around that we would have to tell them on the return trip. These two miles out to the turn around were the hardest miles of the day. Every step I was hoping that I would see Josh coming back at me and after every step he still wasn't there. After 25 minutes I finally saw him, two minuntes later I was at the turn around at 4 hours and 56 minutes, four minutes back of Josh. In case your wondering, the word was "Syllamo", which I probably should of guessed, I mean what else would it be? "Rabbit"?

    Out and back courses have a unique psychology, on the way out you try to make little references to use to know how far you have left on the return and you keep waiting for the turn around. The constant waiting always makes the run seem farther than it should be. There is a huge mental lift once you reach the turn around and start heading back, knowing that you are over the hump, on the return. I experienced this exactly. With every step I took after the turn around I was getting stronger, I was getting faster. Good thing too, since the third place runner, Paul, was only eight minutes behind me and there was a pack of runners about two minutes after that. About halfway to the sixth aid at mile 27 I saw Matt and Ty. They had gotten lost but were now on the right track, I knew I would have to keep going or else they could still catch me.

    At aid station 6 I shoved about five quartered pb&j's into my mouth and left feeling better than I had when I was there for mile 23. I was seeing lots of runners now and everyone told me that Josh has about 5 minutes ahead, I didn't figure I'd see him again. Aid station 6 back to Cripple Turkey at mile 31 felt entirely downhill. I'm not sure if it really is or if I was just running strong, but I felt great and just went with it. I loaded up with Gu from my drop bag and was supposed to fill up on endurolytes here too but I forgot and didn't realize it until I had ran for ten minutes past the aid station. Such is life, I had four left and figured I could probably ration them, I had plenty of Gu so I should be OK.

    Past the unmanned aid station at mile 35 and onto Barkshed at mile 41. Strong and getting stronger. I stopped seeing runners coming the other direction. About a mile and half out from Barkshed I came into a big long switchback in a deep drainage. Just leaving the other side two minutes ahead of me was Josh. I hollered, "I'm coming for you Josh." Pretty stupid I know, but come on I'd run 40 miles, most of it by myself and can't really be held responsible for all of my dumb comments. I kept closing on Josh on the downhill leading to Barkshed and I finally caught up to him at the aid station where we left together.

    The next four miles were amazing, perhaps the best of the entire weekend. I felt like I was running effortlessly, pure running bliss. Definitely part of my twenty miuntes (see John Bingham's article Runners' World April 2008). Josh stayed with me for about a half a mile then dropped back.

    I got a pleasant surprise at Gunner Pool at mile 45, Gina was there waiting for me. Good thing too since there were no aid station wokrers there, they left the water and Heed, but pulled all of the food. Gina gave me some V8 (the best midrace drink) and I took off, five miles left to go. I kept looking for the finish. Having only run this section in the dark, I couldn't exactly tell where I was. Sure enough, I got the finish and was able to push it on in, finishing in 9:30:02. I'm most proud of the HUGE negative split, 4:56 on the way out, 4:34 on the way back.

    Josh came in ten minutes later, Paul thirty-five after that and then more and more starting trickling in. Tough course. Only 20K to go the next day. Josh was in first overall, about ten miuntes ahead of me, Paul, Matt and Ty were all around 50 minutes behind me.



    Running moment of the day: Mile 41 to 45, this is Barkshed to Gunner Pool, beautiful trail, I ran strong, felt invincible, pure transcendence.

    Tuesday, March 18, 2008

    Friday, March 14 - 50K - Day 1

    It rained Thursday night, a heavy downpour accompanied by lots of thunder and lightning. The thunder echoed off of the limestone wall next to our tent and sounded louder than any thunder I have ever heard. The storm system moved out of the area by morning, but there was still an overcast.

    We woke up at seven, too early for a nine o'clock race, but I knew my nerves wouldn't let me sleep in so we got up. I ate a cold Pop Tart (chocolate chip cookie dough - I didn't even know they made this flavor) drank some coffee provided by the race and got my drop bag ready. There was one drop bag station at the halfway point. My bag consisted of 4 Gus, a windbreaker in case I was cold and a pair of dry socks. Temperatures were in the mid fifties and I started in my white sleeveless tank.

    The lead pack of John Muir, Matt Hart, Ty Draney, Josh Nordell and last years winner Dave Wakefield took off at a fast pace. I tried to hang but quickly realized this was one way to not enjoy the next three days so I backed off and formed the chase pack with Paul Schoenlaub and Scott Eason.

    Inside my head I was already questioning if I had run too fast at the A-OK 50K two weeks prior and was in for three days of hurt. But the joy from being on real trails again took over and I started not to care about place and time. The course is designed by Arkansas ultralegend Steve Kirk and is absolutely amazing. There's enough ups to keep you working, enough downs for fun and enough flat to still be runnable. Many times I just found myself looking around and soaking up how gorgeous it is to keep me going when I get stuck running roads in Norman.

    The course was very well marked but it was nice to run with trail veterans Scott and Paul who told me what was coming up before we got to it. In particular Paul told us to look back over our shoulders to catch an awesome view of Sylamore Creek around mile 25 or so.

    Oklahoma ultralegend Tom Brenan caught us around this point. He had been smartly taking it easy on day one. As the winner of last years A-OK 50K, he warned me (a bit too late) about the Okie Dokie wine. We ran as four until the last aid station at mile 27, which was unmanned. I looked back and saw a pack of two more runners about to catch us. My competitive spirit took over and I told Tom, "It's time to start running." I took off, never looked back and ran my fastest four miles of the day bringing it on home. About a mile or so from the finish I caught Dave. I don't know the official time, but I think it was around 4:52. I finished fifth overall, fourth out of the stage runners, about twenty minutes behind the third place stage runner and a half an hour behind the first place stage runner.

    After the run I soaked in the creek, showered, ate some pasta and had a beer. I was pretty nervous still about the 50 mile run the next day, especially after hearing some say there was 16,000 feet of elevation gain. Gina made a campfire and we sat around with some of the other runners and relaxed. By nine o'clock, everyone was calling it quits for the day.

    Running moment of the day: From the unmanned aid station at mile 27 to the finish I ran strong. It felt really good and it was a big confidence boost to be able to have my best miles of the day happen at the end.

    Monday, March 17, 2008

    3 Days of Syllamo

    The race is over. I'm beat, both mentally and physically. My legs feel like lead weights and I just want to lay down and zone out. I'll give a proper race report here soon, you'll at least need to give me three days. (That's a joke.)

    My preliminary results:

    Friday, March 14 50K
    time: 4:52
    placement: 5

    Saturday, March 15 50M
    time: 9:30
    placement: 1

    Sunday, March 16 20K
    time: 2:08
    placement: 10



    3/10 - 3/16
    total miles: 99.3
    time: 17:26

    YTD miles: 617.6

    Sunday, March 9, 2008

    Ultralist

    The aches and soreness from the A-OK 50K left pretty quickly and I am ready to run 3 Days of Syllamo this weekend. Most of this week was spent sitting on my butt and relaxing/recovering and trying the bottle of wine I won. (A special note to any Oklahomans who might try this wine - it's way sweet, as in sweet tasting, not sweeeeeeet.) I did go on some runs with Maia and Gina, in fact every one of my runs this week was with Maia.

    Since Gina and I forgot a lot of essential for Bandera we decided to make a list of all the things we need to bring to ultra. Here it is:

    Running Clothes

    [] shirt/singlet
    [] shorts/tights
    [] socks
    [] underwear/jockstrap
    [] shoes
    [] visor/hat
    [] gloves
    [] wind/rain jacket

    Extra Clothes

    [] shirt
    [] shorts/jeans
    [] socks
    [] whitie-tighties
    [] crocs/sandals/flip-flops
    [] warm jacket

    Nutrition

    [] Gu/sport gel
    [] power/clif/granola bars
    [] cookies/candy/little debbie snacks
    [] potato chips
    [] V8
    [] soda
    [] sandwiches: turkey/cheese
    [] soup/noodles
    [] endurolytes

    First Aid

    [] neosporin
    [] ibuprofen
    [] baby powder
    [] band-aids
    [] moleskin/duct tape
    [] body glide/vasoline
    [] chap stick
    [] sun block
    [] aloe/solarcane/lotion
    [] hand sanitizer
    [] poopie paper
    [] tums

    Hydration

    [] hand bottles
    [] waist pack
    [] camelback
    [] Gu2O
    [] water

    Miscellaneous

    [] face towels
    [] batteries
    [] flashlight/headlamp
    [] camp chairs
    [] quart/sandwich/snack bags
    [] ice
    [] cooler
    [] dirty clothes bag
    [] ipod
    [] bug spray

    If you want a nice pretty pdf version click here.

    Running moment of the week: I helped Gina run her 21 mile long run today. I biked along side of her for the first 15 miles and ran next to her for the last 6. She did awesome. So often she helps out with my running: crewing at races, biking along side of me, meeting me on training runs and just pushing my butt out of bed, it felt good to be able return the favor.

    3/3 - 3/9
    total miles: 21.0
    time: 3:11

    YTD miles: 518.3

    Monday, March 3, 2008

    I'm OK, you're OK, let's all go set a PR at a 50K

    Last Sunday I ran the 14th annual A-OK 50K outside of Atoka, Oklahoma. As you can tell from the title of this entry I set a PR and actually achieved my goal of breaking 4 hours in a trail 50K that I set out for myself in an earlier post. My time was 3:53:19. I might be shooting myself in the foot though, I was only supposed to be using this a last long run before "3 Days of Syllamo" and was only shooting for a time of around 4:45. I feel good today though so hopefully I'll recover quickly and go to Arkansas with a new confidence gained from breaking the 4 hour barrier.

    At the house...

    I woke on Sunday morning at 3:30 AM, the radio playing the overnight BBC news feed. There is something different about waking up really early, for some reason it doesn't feel like you're really getting up and for me it is actually easier than usual to get my butt out of bed. Ask my fiancee, most mornings it's like pulling teeth to get me to give up the covers. The coffee pot was prepped the night before, so I plugged it in, made a small bowl of cereal (mostly because we have Cracklin' OatBran and I didn't want Gina to eat it all without getting my share). My bags were packed the night before, I threw them in the car and left 5 minutes ahead of schedule.

    On the road...

    I listened to The Slip - Eisenhower, Michael Franti - Everyone Deserves Music and Cake - Prolonging the Magic on the way down. The stereo in our car doesn't work, some sort of computer/electrical malfunction caused by too many rust holes and too much rain so we have a little battery operated speaker that we plug our ipod into. The road was dark, only a small sliver of a moon and there was lots of roadkill but very little traffic. The estimated driving time from Norman to Stringtown I got from Google maps was about 45 minutes longer than what it actually took. Even with the sketchy directions I had from Stringtown to the race start and a wrong turn or two, I still made it to the start about 45 minutes earlier than I anticipated. Plenty of time for a quick snoozer.

    Pre-race...

    So I didn't really sleep. I can never sleep in a car and have a hard time napping in general, but shutting my mind down, closing my eyes and listening to Paul's Boutique by the Beastie Boys just felt good. I got out of the car at 7:30 AM, a half an hour before the start, pooped and checked in. I wish I was a better writer because the woman who puts on the A-OK (Mary Ann Miller) is one interesting character. The race takes place on her private land and the check-in takes place in a large metal shed. I got number 1119, which might make you think that the runners numbered in the thousands, however this is far from the actual number of 13 runners in 50K (including earlier starters) and about twice that again in the 25K. After receiving my number I was instructed by the race director to grab any of the "freebies". These "freebies" consisted of hats, socks, water bottles, t-shirts and something still in its cardboard box. I scored a hat. Go on and say it, you're way jealous.

    I changed into my running attire, lubing up the necessary areas as needed. Even with the cloud cover and wind it was warm enough for a tank top. Roughly speaking, the race is "T" shaped, starting from the bottom then out and back along the cross bar and back to bottom of the "T". One lap is 25K, the 50K runs two. I took another poop (damn buffalo meat) and made sure my bottles were full and set some Gu out on the car seat so I could reload in between laps. At 7:55 AM, Mary Ann called everyone over to the start, gave some last minute instructions and seeming mid sentence broke into "Ready,

    GO!

    A tweet on her whistle and we were off. The race starts on a single track trail around a small pond on Mary Ann's property. The trail is outlined by some logs and looks very soft until you take a closer look and see all of the ankle twisting rocks buried under the leaves. After a small stream crossing, a push up and over a steep little hill and another stream crossing, the race leaves the single track and turns right up a fire road. The fire road is pretty rocky too, but wide enough so that you can navigate a mostly dirt/sand path. After about three-quarters of mile on the fire road, the trail crosses a turnip (radish?) field. This, as is the rest of the course, is extremely well-marked with yellow flagging. A little further along after a little more uphill and you get to AID 1 at the center point of the "T". By this point I was all by myself, as I would be the remainder of the race, although with the trail doubling back on itself so many times, I saw the other runners often.

    From AID 1, the race goes left and this meant straight into the wind. Did I mention it was windy? This is Oklahoma people, it's always windy. And Oklahoma wind seems to come at you from every direction. After leaving the aid station the trail becomes very smooth, runnable and slightly downhill. About two and a half miles of this and I arrived at AID 2. The second aid station is unmanned and there is a sheet of paper to sign and initial. All of the aid stations were well-stocked with water, Gatorade, cookies and other typical ultrafare. It was at this aid station that I first ran into the woman runner with the large backpack (see Running moment down below).

    Turning back toward AID 1 from AID 2 is slightly uphill but mostly the wind was at my back. Back at the center point of the "T" at AID 1 the race continues straight along the cross bar out toward AID 3. For some reason, the stretch from AID 1 to AID 3 and back felt slightly uphill both ways, which probably means it was pretty flat. The condition of the trail here is similar to the stretch from AID 1 to AID 2. Once back at AID 1 for the third time, it was a quick downhill trot along the rocky fire road back the starting line. I finished the first lap around 1:49.

    I slammed a V8 (the best mid-race drink), grabbed some more Gu and headed out for lap 2. Somewhere around half way into the second lap I started feeling tired. I took a couple of walk breaks in the second half of this lap. It was already looking like I was going to set a PR and maybe break 4 hours. I kept looking at my watch calculating how much time I had left versus how quickly I ran a particular section in the first lap. Leaving AID 1 for the last time I dropped the hammer and pushed it to the finish.

    Post-race...

    I changed my shirt, put my Crocs on, got a bowl of chili (made by Mary Ann) and a can of Busch, the best post-race drink. There were only two other runners that that finished around the same time, one was the woman with large backpack who ran the 25K and the other was woman who was an early starter for the 50K. We all chatted a bit, made some congratulatory comments and were happy to be done. I picked up a jar of honey and my first-place prize - a bottle of Oklahoma wine. Mary Ann: "I don't know how good it is, I just bought it because I liked the label." Isn't that how everyone buys wine?



    On the road...

    Back in the car, I finished listening to the Beastie Boys. I stopped at a gas station by a casino to fill up and call Gina. Other music too, but I don't remember. More traffic now than before. I had to stop for batteries for the speakers.

    At the house...

    Shower. Beer. Napoleon Dynamite. Zzzz...

    Running moment of the week: It doesn't matter how hardcore you might think you are, there is always some else out there pushing the envelope further. During the race I passed a woman carrying a very large backpack, the kind you might use to go on an extended backpacking trip. I spoke with her after the race and discovered she is training for a race called the Bataan Memorial Death March. Check out their website for the complete details, but very quickly the race is a marathon by White Sands National Monument in New Mexico. The race is a memorial to a group of World War II POWs in the Philippines that were forced to march across the island, many to their death. There are two primary divisions in the race, lightweight and heavyweight. To be in the heavyweight category you must carry a 35 pound pack throughout the entire race. Hardcore, but nothing in comparison to what the POWs must have experienced.

    2/25 - 3/2
    total miles: 55.6
    time: 7:13

    February miles: 246.7
    YTD miles: 497.3

    Sunday, February 24, 2008

    C.C. Pyle's Amazing Foot Race by Geoff Williams

    This last week I finished reading a story about a true ultramarathon: "C.C. Pyle's First Annual International Transcontinental Foot Race, From Los Angeles to New York" nicknamed by sportswriters of the time: "The Bunion Derby". The book chronicles several of the runners of the race, from their motivation for partaking in such an outlandish event with only meager preparation or knowledge of what they where about to try to accomplish, to pain, blisters, sprains, strains gained from running across the entire continent to a successful finish in New York, or where ever they might have dropped from the race.

    The runners traversed 3421.5 miles over a span of 84 days, never once taking a full day of rest. In case you're curious, that's averaging about 40.7 miles per day, for almost 3 months! Try that one on for size Ultramarathon Man. Considering the foot wear they wore was nothing like the comfort cushioned cloud riders we use now, the determination these men had to finish surpasses any modern day ultra. 55 runners out of 199 finished. The winner was Andy Payne, a Cherokee from Foyil, Oklahoma. He covered the distance in 588 hours 40 minutes and 13 seconds. That works out to an average pace of 10:19 minutes per mile. He was flyin'. Here's a picture of the champ (taken from the Andy Payne Memorial Races website):



    Read this book if you like reading about running, crazy endurance events or if you're a masochist looking for a new pastime.

    Running moment of the week: I guess this has been a normal week in running, just putting in the miles, I cannot think of any special moment. Mostly runs in town, one hill workout on some country roads and a trail run today out at the lake. Maia and I did go on two seven mile runs this week and she ran really well, after a little encouragement. Together we averaged 7:45 minutes per mile. After which she barely moved for the rest of the morning.

    2/18 - 2/24
    total miles: 59.8
    time: 7:48

    YTD miles: 441.7

    Sunday, February 17, 2008

    Running in the rain

    On Saturday morning Gina and I woke up later than usual after staying up late (i.e. past 11 pm) watching movies with Gina's sister the night before. It was tough enough getting out of bed and the fact that it was raining outside wasn't helping at all. I was planning on running around 12 - 13 miles and I'll be damned if a little bit of rain was going to stop me. We all got dressed and put on rain gear. Well, everyone except for Maia who doesn't seem to mind if her fur gets wet. Five minutes before we were going to leave the rain changed from "get you wet rain" to "soak you to bone with icy cold rain". And because when it rains, it pours, some thunder and lightning got thrown into the mix. But no little winter thunder/ice storm is going to keep me from getting my miles in. However, being one to listen to reason, I did agree to only go for 8 miles.

    9:30 AM: The roads were beginning to get covered in standing water creating giant puddles along the curb. You always need to pay extra special attention to passing motorist in this weather since they will take their "I'm a bad ass cause I can drive over any curb in the city"-SUV and plow right through a puddle sending a tidal wave over the sidewalk. However, by the time I was outside for 2 minutes, it would not have mattered a bit cause I was already soaked through. I ran past the park where the open drainage canal was nearing flood stage and turned north into the wind. The rain was starting to freeze on parked cars on the side of the road. The jacket I was wearing caused the rain water hitting my chest to pool and flow straight down to my shorts (that's right folks, I was wearing shorts). My gloves were soaked through and my penis was getting colder by the step. I didn't make it much further before I turned around and headed home. About half way home I ran into Gina, Vanessa (Gina's sister) and Maia, they left the house about five minutes after I did. They saw me running home and it didn't take too much convincing to get them to turn around too. We all headed home, dried off and ate an amazing breakfast of waffles, scrambled eggs and buffalo sausage.

    Just as quickly as the rain picked up intensity, it lost it too. About 30 minutes after we got home with our tails between our legs the rain mellowed out to a steady drip. I cursed myself for my cowardice and planned on going out later in the day. This time with two pairs of underwear.

    1:50 PM: It looked as if the majority of the storms had passed and that all that remained was the rain. I headed out to run the same 11.7 mile route around town that I ran on Monday and the moment I closed the front door the rain picked up again. "It's just a little rain," I thought and left anyway. This time it turned out to be harmless and ten minutes later it calmed down again. The roads were still wet, though not a bad as earlier. My jacket was doing a good job keeping my core warm and even though I was again wearing shorts, which were soaked, with two pairs of underwear on my important regions stayed warm. Some of the roads on this route don't have a sidewalk and are too busy to run on, especially when the shoulder is under water. This caused some tromping through the mud on the side of the roads. A few slippery spots, but don't worry folks, this humble blogger jogger is quick on his toes (just don't look at some previous posts) and managed to keep his tookas out of the mud. The weather was a non-factor until about 10-15 minutes left to go when I heard some thunder again. Then again. And again. It was getting closer and I pushed hard to try and make it home in time before the next storm arrived.

    Running moment of the week: Making it to the port-a-potty in time on Monday's run. Enough said.

    2/11 - 2/17
    total miles: 58.1
    time: 7:37

    YTD miles: 381.9

    Tuesday, February 12, 2008

    Mock 3 Days

    This weekend I ran a practice multi-day run. The actual milage was: Saturday 19.5, Sunday 28.4 and Monday 11.7 for a total of 59.6 miles. Here's a breakdown of each day:

    Saturday: First of the mock "3 Days" and it was a great start to the training. I ran 19.5 miles out on the trails at Lake Thunderbird. It was a beautiful morning that started off pretty cold, but it quickly warmed up as the sun came out of the clouds and was 50 degrees by the time I was done. Luckily I left my winter hat in the car and took my visor instead. I could have left my big black gloves in the car too and taken my glove liners. I didn't have enough Gu and took cookies. See the "Running moment of the week" for the result of that action. I remembered to keep my pace slower than normal and felt pretty strong when I finished.

    Sunday: For the second day of the mock "3 Days" I went out to Lake Stanely-Draper and ran two laps around the lake for 28.4 miles. The wind coming off the lake was brutal! Remembering how warm I was the day before, I went with the glove liners today instead of the big black gloves, big mistake! The first lap I basically kept blowing on my fingers to keep some dexterity in them. The temperatures dropped from the start and went down to 30 before the sun came out and started to warm things up again. First lap time: 1:57, second lap time: 2:10. I think with the cold temperatures I started a bit too quick to try and stay warm.

    Monday: Last day of the mock "3 Days" and I ran a route around town. I felt pretty strong throughout, after a slow warm up. I would have had a faster time but I had to walk a lot on Jenkins from Timberdell down to 9 since I really needed to have a bathroom break.

    Running moment of the week: I got mad skills and you know it. On Saturday's run, I didn't have enough Gu packets so I brought some Keebler Elves' double stuff cookies on my run at Lake Thunderbird. I put them into some cheap Target ziplock bags that are hard enough to open when you're not wearing gloves, holding a water bottle in your armpit and trail running. Go figure that a root found a hold on my toe and I went down face first. Awesome.

    2/4 - 2/10
    total miles: 80.4
    time: 11:07

    YTD miles: 323.8

    Wednesday, February 6, 2008

    Oklahoma Narrows

    It was a gorgeous weekend here in Oklahoma and with my dad visiting, Gina and I decided we should all go down to the Wichita Mountain Wildlife Refugee. The temperature on Sunday reached into the mid 70s while we were hiking, it was hard to believe that we woke up to the low teens on Friday and a half an inch of snow. Without a cloud in the sky and the Superbowl to keep the crowds away, we had a great time.

    We began by hiking the Dog Hollow trail, an eight mile loop through the prairie grasses and over a couple streams. Maia has such a great time hiking, I wish there was more trails around here to take her on. She sniffs the ground so intently and every so often stops just to make sure that the pack is all together. The rocky trails don't seem to bother her and she loves to hop over the boulders and wade through the creeks.

    After stopping for lunch at the car, we went on to hike in one of the amazing spots of the park, the Narrows. There is no maintained trail through the Narrows, but there is a well established trail leading through the canyon. The first time we get to some water there is a little spot where Maia loves to swim and play fetch. She turns into a crazy driven dog and tries so hard to get the stick without getting in over her head. She stands on the edge of a rock and paws at the water trying to get the stick to move closer. It's absolutely adorable.

    We kept walking further into the canyon, hopping along the boulders and through the creek bed. It is incredible. When I moved to Oklahoma I had no idea that we would find such a special place.

    Again, I missed the goal milage I set out for myself a few weeks ago, even the lower modified goal I wrote last week. I think this week I'll probably miss the goal again. It looks like I'll miss it again by around 5 miles. I'm feeling strong and healthy during my runs and I'm really excited about running my first multi-day race. My January total miles is on track for the 2500 mile goal for 2008. I've added a "ticker" on the right keeping track of this goal.

    Running moment of the week: Saturday morning I went for a 20+ miler out at Lake Thunderbird. About 8 miles in my toes caught a root and after a few stumbling steps where I thought I might regain my footing, I fell face first into the dirt. Boo-Ya! It was the first time I had fallen in a long time, too bad no one was there to see it. I'm sure the deer got a good chuckle in.

    1/28 - 2/3
    total miles: 56.8
    time: 7:51

    January miles: 213.7
    YTD total miles: 243.4