"Running a marathon is easy - it's just a 10K after a 20 mile warm-up." So goes popular T-shirt wisdom. And as far as T-shirt wisdom goes, this is about right.
Indeed, with just a day left for the actual run on Sunday in Miami, this is NOT the time to be thinking of how best to tackle the course, get past the sea of runners, determine the per mile pace and all that. This is a time to be calm, think positive thoughts and preferably not think about the race at all.
Yet, as Samuel Johnson once (almost) wrote: The prospect of hanging in a few days focuses the mind wonderfully. By writing this down, I'm hoping these thoughts won't constantly cloud my mind when I need it most to be free.
Coach Fred says, divide the run in three parts: 10 miles, 10 miles and a 10K (6.2 miles). In the first phase, run the first 10 miles at a pace 1-2 minutes slower than your regular pace. Don't worry about the sheer energy and enthusiasm of other runners, just run slowly at your own pace. Always walk at the water stops. Take a break if you have to. In the second phase for the next 10 miles, run at your regular pace. Conserved energy during the first phase will be of use here. Hydrate when you need to, eat salty pretzels and drink electrolyte-laden water (Gatorade, etc). In the final phase, run the last 10K at your best pace. Increase speed if you have to, but run at a comfortable pace.
That's it. Think 10K after the 20-mile warm up.
But as everyone knows, strategy is one thing. Execution is a totally different beast, of course. I know I'll find out when the rubber hits the road, literally.
Now I feel better already.
After this, I have a strange feeling that I'll be writing a "How NOT to run a marathon". *tongue firmly in cheek* Stay tuned...
What do you get when you mix 20 degree temperatures with 25 mile per hour winds and a hundred crazy runners? Some really frozen, foul-mouthed runners.
Yesterday we had the coldest run of the season. After being spoilt every Saturday with unseasonably warm weather - and one almost simulating the 70 degrees we expect in Miami - Mother Nature probably thought it wisest to teach us a lesson. All talks of global warming disappeared like the melting glaciers of Greenland. Instead, all one could talk was the snow storm in Colorado, the fall in Malibu (for heaven's sake!) and how great it would be to be in Miami next weekend.
Yesterday's run was a short, 8-mile recovery run. Recovering from the previous 23 mile run of a couple of weekends ago. As runs go, this was about as routine as all the others. Except for the cold bit. The winds swept mightily, causing fierce amounts of cussing on part of the runners. On such a cold day, one is advised to protect the extremities and reduce the chances of losing heat by wearing gloves, a protection for the head, ears and neck. I only had a pair of gloves and a headband / ear cover, and made a makeshift neck warmer using a spare headband.
In such a cold weather, it's important to warm up properly or else muscles stiffen up. Having barely stretched properly, it was hard to listen to the morning prep talk when the winds picked up speed. All one could think of was to get on with the run, get warm and go home. And as it happened, it snowed during run! Light snow flakes, but snow none the less. It looked pretty for a while, but the snow melted quickly. At the four-mile turn around point near the Potomac after crossing the Pegasus bridge, the strong winds almost swept us away from the course. The choppy green waters of the dirty Potomac looked quite menacing, and for once, I was in a hurry to run faster and get it over with quickly. As it happened, my right leg had different plans.
The muscles of my right leg stiffened up and ached. I ran slower, stretched a bit and came back to the home base slower than expected. It's not aching badly, just a little. My right IT band isn't exactly happy right now. I'm doing some suggested stretching and strengthening exercises, both for the leg and for the back. I hope these exercises will help do their bit.
As I write this in the local Panera Bread sipping hot chai, it is snowing outside. The first big snow of the season in DC. Reminds me of my days in Boston, where this would have been regular occurrence, and weeks ago in the season.
Next up - strategy for conserving energy and running the marathon on the D-day...
That's right. Just ten days left for the big run! And how do I feel?
It's a strange butterflies-in-tummy feeling, and I don't know why. Perhaps, it's this picture...
The course looks rather large, twisting from the mainland to the island, over the MacArthur causeway into Miami Beach and back to the mish-mash, urban jungle of Miami. The city looks like a criss-cross of densely packed streets running perpendicular to each other. And the ocean? The ocean appears most menacing, dark blue and ferocious, as if
ready to swollow you right now. Or maybe it's just my weird imagination.
Mentally, I feel prepared, more or less. I have done 23 miles before, and although it was a tough run, I know 26 is do-able. It's a matter of time. This week, though, has been rather slow. I haven't been running, having taken a rest after last week's 8 mile run and the following pain in the right leg. The only activities were stretching, cross-training and strengthening. The pain's gone, thankfully.
There's a matter of getting new shoes, which I hope to do today. I've been looking for new shoes for the past month, after the current Saucony pair gave me a terrible ache in the right foot after the long runs. I need a wider model. I have a slight over-pronation in my feet, and the right foot is just a tad flatter. I'm going to try the New Balance 767. In the past week or so, I've tried the Asics Gel (I forget the model) which has a higher arch, but wasn't very comfortable for my left foot. Oh well. I just want ONE pair of comfortable shoes.
Reluctant runner has been a trifle reluctant in blogging as well.
Last weekend's 23 mile run was a tough one. Hot weather, a slip-and-fall injury and some random things made it a tougher run. To start with, weather was in the 70s (in January!), simulating the run conditions in Miami, I guess. As if that wasn't bad enough, I forgot my face towel, so I tasted my own sweat a million times during the run. Still worse, I made a strategic error in not wearing shorts. The long leg warmer / sports pants helped during the initial 10 minutes when it was cool, but for most of the run it was a drag. But, I'm running ahead of myself.
We gathered early - at 7ish - for the run. Much pep talk followed on how to do this run. Having finished the 20 miles, most people were totally psyched out. Still, enthusiasm ran high. More talk followed on proper hydration, salt intake, Gu and energy gel intake, and all that. By the time everyone came together, it was 8.20ish already. Having spent more than an hour early in the morning wasn't exactly a fun thing and people were raring to go. That was a strategic mistake...
Most of us ran fast in first half, despite being told to reduce the pace by 1-2 minutes per mile. Physically, it is well near impossible to run much slower than your natural running pace for a long time. One feels like running in slo-mo, taking one exaggerated step after another. The ground was slick from the rain the previous night. As soon as we crossed the reflecting pool near the Capitol Hill (1 mile mark), I slipped and fell. I felt flustered. Pace group runners looked on concerned, perhaps wondering if one of them would have to stay behind with me, as Designated Drivers are supposed to do. And *I* happened to be one of the DDs that day. Right knee had a skin lesion, and a little blood oozed out. My palms, which took the fall, were hurting a bit but were fine. It wasn't bad, actually, so I ran albeit a bit more cautiously.
Long runs can be boring, as we've discovered. So new games were played, different versions of the name game, with celebrity names, movie names, etc. The run took us way into Maryland territory on the Crescent trail. For a while, I thought we'd cross into Delaware and make way into New York. Thankfully, these were only idle thoughts on a hot, muggy, day. The turn-around point was mile-marker 4 on trail (somewhere near the crossing of Dorset Ave and Crescent trail).
The return half felt tough. A bunch of people in the pace group raced ahead. I stayed behind with 2-3 runners, one of them from the Sunday training group. Salt, gu, pretzels, gels and water was consumed regularly. Feeling no cramps, we trudged along. Raj, from the Sunday group, stayed behind to join the other Salazar A pace group. We, the Salazar B group, should have been running at the same pace, but some enterprising and enthusiastic runners took the lead early, causing an almost 10 minute gap between the two groups. It might have been a better strategy to stick with the Salazar A group, but I was now squarely between the B and A groups.
And so it was - one hard step after another. I was now almost isolated from the pace group, right near the Georgetown / M. St area. Not possessing a running watch, I could only approximate the run:walk intervals. And so I did. With just about 5 miles remaining, it felt like a long run. Still, as it happens when you are familiar with the route, every step brings the milestones closer. 4 miles remaining near the Pegasus bridge, 3 miles at the intersection of 19th and Constitution, 2 miles near Smithsonian Natural history.
Finally, at the 1 mile mark, I met a whole bunch of staggering runners, those who had paced fast early in the run. Some were struggling, others walking, still others hobbling. Alternating between the three like others, I finally reached the finish point.
The best part of the finish was the cheering that people did. "Come on, almost there!", clapped those who had finished earlier and were waiting. A smile automagically spread on my face... It felt great to finish at long last!
Treats awaited everyone. Plenty of peanut-butter, jam sandwiches, oranges, gatorade, bananas and such were to be had. My legs were aching, but not as much as I was fearing. The injury seemed marginal now. There was only a feeling of accomplishment, even if minor..
In retrospect, plenty of things could have been different. But I'll save them for another day. Another day, when the writer is not feeling as reluctant...
