The Do Over

22 03 2010

I suppose there’s a part of an endurance athlete that has to forget.  Forget the pain, the toughest moments, those parts of the race that make you ask why you do this thing.  Because, if you only remember those moments, no matter how fleeting they are, you’d stop doing this right now, and never do it again.  We’re conditioned to remember everything else – pace, breathing, distance, what it feels like at mile 10, at mile 15, at 20, where our thoughts are, all of it.  And thank God we do.  Because its those things that get us through each race, each test.

Most of you who know me and keep up with me know that this race was not the race I had planned on running.  My original marathon this spring was supposed to be at Myrtle Beach on February 16. Without going into too much detail ( I will over a beer if you want sometime), that race was cancelled and I had to scramble to find a spring race.  Cue the Shamrock marathon.  It seemed like a good fit because (a) I had run it before, (b) It was a beach marathon, with a similar flat course to Myrtle Beach and (3) it was only 4 weeks later.  I’d like to add an asterisk to that last one, because at the time, 4 weeks didn’t seem like such a big deal.  So this marathon was my Do Over.

finish line

So tired, but the finish line is right there...

I don’t consider myself a marathon veteran per se, as I’ve only now done two, so adding another month of training to my already 16 weeks immediately became incredibly daunting.  I wasn’t sure what to do, so I just repeated the final four weeks of training I’d just done.  Sounds simple enough, right?

Physically, I don’t think it took too much of a toll on me, but mentally and spiritually I was probably past ready for a race.  I mostly chalk that up to the process of getting my mind in the right place for it.  I will always think that I was totally ready mentally for the Myrtle Beach race, so it was tough for me to get my thoughts together for VA Beach.  But I digress..

Virginia Beach was much different from last year in more than one way.  09 was a cool day – with lows at race start in the upper 30s and temps when I finished in the upper 50s.  Yesterday it was 54 when I woke up and around 73 when I finished. Given the choice, I’d take the cooler day.  54 is great to start, but 71 after 20+ miles is hot.  Secondly, and maybe because of the much warmer weather, the town was abuzz with people this year.  Last year, it almost seemed like a sleepy little beach town and for the most part, was populated only by runners and their support.  This year, we shared the beach with spring breakers, families and even some bikers.  All the more festive I suppose.

my prerace ritual

Here's what I spend the night before a race doing...

We had pre-race dinner at Gorden Biersch, which I highly recommend.  Good food and great beer. Back to the hotel for my prerace ritual of laying out my clothes, shoes and Gu.  I tend to get to start lines early, which lends to nerves, pacing, bouncing and multiple glances at my watch.  I made it to the start line by about 7:30 for an 8 am start.  From there things moved right into the race.  I remember…

Overhearing the 3:40 pacer.. “yeah, it was a late night, but I’ll be fine as long as I can get hydrated.” -oh to be young again…

Up over the bridge on the south loop where we passed the slowest wheelchair racers going up, and they passed us coming back down.

Watching the elite athletes come back past us at the first turnaround.  Seeing those amazing men and women really motivated me…so much so that I had to remind myself to slow down.

The troops at Camp Pendleton in uniform cheering us on.  So so cool.  It’s like a mini-marine corps cheering section.

Swinging back into town near halfway and seeing Cindy – her smile keeping me moving.

The halfway point and being dead on for pace.  1:50 exactly. I clearly remember smiling at the clock.

The tent at about mile 15 offering beer instead of water and Gatorade.  No, I did not take them up.

Miles 20-23.  This is where things got tough.  It was a loop that left the beach.  That left me with no breeze, no shade and pretty much no crowd support.  At this point, my legs really started to get stiff and tired.  And as I continued to run, the stiffness(?) moved up my legs into my back and neck – and eventually my jaw.  I was good the entire race from a cardiovascular and breathing standpoint, but tightening up was tough.  Very tough.  This is the part I had worked to get to and through.  This was the part that I don’t want to remember for too long.

The last few miles, coming back into the crowd support – including the high school group all dressed as super heros (corny super heros, but heros still) cheering us on.

Making the turn onto the boardwalk and seeing King Neptune and the finish line 1/4 of a mile away.

I finished the race at 3:44, five full minutes faster than last year.  I’m pleased with my finish.

As always, Cindy was able to get my attention near the finish even above the screams of the hundreds of others cheering.  I live for seeing her at the end of a race.

I did try a couple of things differently this year:  1) I doubled my gel intake this year, with 4 total gels over the course and 2) I crushed the water/Gatorade stops.  I only skipped one, maybe two the entire race.   I think both stratagies helped.

Me at the Shamrock Sand Sculpture

Kissing the Shamrock postrace

All in all, a good time, with what I still consider a great post race party, including Irish stew and all the Yuengling you can drink, under a tent right on the beach with live music.  So what’s next? Well, immediately, a few days off.  Then – The Tarheel 10-Miler.  As for later, I, along with thousands of others, keep checking my inbox for any word on my lottery entry into the NY Marathon.  Outside of that, I’m planning on registering for Marine Corps for the fall.  Then again, that’s because the tough stuff, the pain – I’m already starting to forget it.

-see you on the road.

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Thank you Jimmy Fallon

5 03 2010

One thing that drives Cindy crazy about me.  I am overly nostalgic.  I mean – I’m that guy that would go back to the mid 80s to mid 90s in a minute.  I would love to just live there forever.  It doesn’t take much to get me hooked.  One of my favorite games to play is to turn on the 80s channel on XM and play name the song, name the artist and what movie is it from.  One of the things I really like about Jimmy Fallon is that I think he’s the same way.  He’s nearly the same age as us genXers.  For the better part of a year, Fallon’s been trying to reunite the cast of, what is in my opinion, the single greatest TV show of all time – Saved By The Bell.  He was even able to get Zack Morris for an interview (Hilarrrrious!).  It seems a couple of the SBTB cast members resisted and the Bayside Reunion died.

Not one to be held down, Jimmy came through with something that might even be better.  I’d say better for two reasons.  1: It’s a show we all watched but it just isn’t on in syndication like Saved by the Bell, so I’d bet it’s been forever since you’ve seen it.  2: It has what might be the greatest theme song ever written.  I’m referring to California Dreams.  I’ve now watched the clip below like 10 times and everytime I do, I smile.  I mean I smile from somewhere inside me. I think it actually brings me joy.  And then I go looking for other old shows to watch.  Thank you Jimmy.

P.S. Yes I did just order Season 1 & 2 on DVD.  And I ordered the first two seasons of Blossom for Cindy.





because of adversity, not in spite of it

4 03 2010

There’s so much to say about this video.

Aimee Mullins was born with fibular hemimilia (missing fibula bones) and, as a result, had both of her legs amputated below the knee when she was a year old.  While attending Georgetown University she competed against non-disabled athletes in NCAA Division I track and field events. She competed in the Paralympics in 1996, where she ran the 100-meter dash in 17.01 seconds and jumped 3.14 meters in the long-jump.

There’s two points Aimee makes that I really like:

1. The words we use in describing people, in labeling them have a profound affect on them.  And it’s more than just the words, but the values behind the words and how we construct those values.  Our languages affects our thinking and how we view other people.  She uses the thesaurus entry for “Disabled” as a brilliant illustration.

2. We don’t overcome adversity.  The idea of overcoming adversity would suggest that we come out of “the other side of adveristy” unscathed, untouched by the experience.  Quite the contrary, adversity changes us, marks us, and, as Aimee suggests, makes us who we are.

So enjoy the video, think about your adversity, and today, instead of asking for less of it, relish it, jump in there and get it all over you.  It’ll make you better, make you stronger, and make you who more of who you are.