Rest Time

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I know. You are probably thinking that a rest week for a runner would be a good week for blogging. No! Last week I took some time off both. I made the hard decision – both for my body’s sake and due to family reasons – to not run the half marathon in Buffalo over Memorial Day Weekend.

I have decided that my calendar of running was a bit too much for me. I ran the Skunk Cabbage Half on April 14th. I ran the Blue Ridge Full on April 20th. I ran the Pittsburgh Half on May 5th. That makes two half marathons and one full in three weeks time. My legs and the rest of my body needed a rest. In the last two weeks – until yesterday – I had only run 3.25 miles at a time. Not good for a half marathon this coming weekend.

Training not conducive to a half marathon race

Training not conducive to a half marathon race

 

I did spend the week catching bits and pieces of the Amgen Tour of California. I felt uncomfortable as the riders went up the Tram Way road that I had run two years ago this October. Top off the immense incline – running it was one thing, biking up it a totally different animal – with what was a lot of heat in the desert area near Palm Springs on Day Two and I am amazed these professionals made it to the top.

Stage Two of the Amgen Tour of California (last 6K up Tram Way in Palm Springs)

Stage Two of the Amgen Tour of California (last 6K up Tram Way in Palm Springs)

So the week was spent working and doing a lot of work. Friday was bring home the college kid. Saturday was I’m not quite sure what but did include watching my Red Wings beat the Blackhawks. I suppose I should pay more attention. Sunday I finally got in a decent run. This made me think that I should not have given up the Buffalo Half but I am not changing my mind.

This week is starting off good. Weather is cloudy but warm. I have managed to secure a bib for the Boilermaker 15K in July. I am on the way to having a perfectly planned marathon training that will start the day after the Boilermaker. Life is good.

 

National Bike Month

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May is National Bike Month. I ride a bike. Admittedly, I don’t ride it as often as I run but I do ride. Currently, my bike is awaiting a spring tune-up to make sure it is in good working order.

I want to spend the majority of this post discussing the most important part of bike safety – in my humble opinion. That is, of course, helmet wearing.

If you ride, or if you have loved ones who ride, get fitted for a helmet. Bike helmets save lives. A few years ago my son fell off his bike on a patch of gravel in the road. He was skinned up pretty bad but did not require stitching anywhere. He immediately went to a family friend’s house and cleaned up. After the fact, we noticed he cracked his helmet. He didn’t even realize, at the time, he hit his head. The helmet saved him from some brain trauma.

Always replace cracked helmets.

Always replace cracked helmets.

Enough for my plug. Here are some resources for you and your family.

Bike Helmets from an Emergency Medical Perspective

Bike Safety Issues for Kids

Bike Safety with printable pages

Bike Safety from Kids Health

How Bicycles Work

How a Bicycle Works

Pittsburgh Half Marathon Recap

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Last May the full marathon in Pittsburgh was my first of two full marathons in the month of May. This year, I am not being nearly as daring. I am running the half in both of those cities as opposed to the full.

First, I spent Saturday morning wedding dress shopping with my daughter and my daughter-in-law. Susan is getting married on September 7th and she had been going to bridal salons and trying on dresses. The only thing she was sure of is she did not want a traditional wedding dress. Lydia, my daughter-in-law, says this can all fall on her as she did not go with a traditional dress either. I’m of the opinion that it’s her day. She can wear whatever she wants (for either of them).

After dress shopping and stopping at Los Cabos on Penn Ave, we were heading down to the convention center for the Expo. Last year I went to the expo about midday on Friday. It was busy but not crowded. This year, hitting the expo about 3 on Saturday, the convention center was packed. It was easy to get my bib and shirt (long sleeve ASICS shirt in yellow). Getting my bag with the goodies in it was a bit more of a chore as that was on the other side of the convention center. I wanted to scoot over there quickly so that I had a bag to put my bib in so I didn’t loose it.

We managed to go by The Fresh Factory booth on the way and Suz wanted to get me a shirt. I had seen the shirt I wanted, providing they still had it in the right size, on Twitter earlier in the week. She stayed in line to pay for the shirt as I went to get my cinch sack.

After about 20 minutes walking around, we were heading out the door when I got a message from Mike that he was at the convention center. The kids went home and I went to meet up with him. We went over to the William Penn Hotel to the Tap Room to have a beer and watch the Kentucky Derby.

After watching some of the Detroit Red Wings game Saturday night – yes, at a bar – I headed back to my daughter’s house to lay out my race gear and get to bed. My goal was to be up by 4:45 am Sunday morning so I could eat and get all set for the 7 am start. I have no idea what I did as I was getting my outfit – and Garmin – off the bed so I could actually  use the bed for its given purpose. Somehow, my Garmin ended back  up in the blue sack I got at the expo. Not good!

I woke at 4:30 so turned off my alarm and got up anyway. Those 15 minutes were just going to be ugly if I stayed in bed. Quietly down two flights of stairs to the kitchen and I got the coffee going and had BelVita breakfast biscuits with Naturally More peanut butter on them. I managed to get everything done and out the door with sunglasses in tack – I broke mine last year so didn’t have them and it threw me off a bit. Suz lives in Pittsburgh so it was up to her to get me downtown and close to the start area. Due to the increased security, she had to find a new route home. One of the roads she took last year was closed this year. We never even thought to check.

Not to the corral area yet

Not to the corral area yet

I didn’t go straight to my corral. Even though I had nothing to check, I knew there were bathrooms near the gear check. Doesn’t it seem, even when I only had to get three miles approximately from my daughter’s to downtown, that the first stop at a race is always the porta-potty row?

Gear Check with ONLY clear bags provided from FedEx

Gear Check with ONLY clear bags provided from FedEx

After taking care of business, I started looking for Corral E. I was amazed when I got to the corral and it was totally empty. I chose to not go right in as I was still drinking from my quart bottle of Gatorade. I was fully intending to throw the container in a recycling bin when finished but I was too full of fluids. I continued to hold the bottle and asked a security person if it was okay to just leave it along the side of the road inside the corral. Rumor had it they were closing the corrals 15 minutes before race start so I wanted to find a spot.

Corral E as I found it but it was packed by the time the race started

Corral E as I found it but it was packed by the time the race started

After having gone to the porta-potty and as I was working my way over to Corral E, I realized I did not have my Garmin on my wrist. Crap! I knew, after having run Blue Ridge two weeks ago, this race was going to need some pacing and now I didn’t have a watch to do so. I decided, after getting into the corral, I would look for a pace team. I knew that there were not, at this time, half pace teams but there was a 5:30 full pace leader who I had run with last year so I found her. Marcela had a large group – many back from last year.

 

The group running the full together (I was only half runner with them)

The group running the full together (I was only half runner with them) Taken from Marcela’s phone

Marcela’s strategy to pace this group through 26.2 miles was run for 5 minutes, walk for 1. She also planned to walk through all the water stops. This is perfect as it is what I train with as my run/walk strategy. I knew I would fit right in. It was also much cooler than last year so I was very happy to be with this group (I checked results on all of you!).

Start Line. Taken from Marcela's phone.

Start Line. Taken from Marcela’s phone.

I kept with the group until we were heading down into the Strip District. I had told my daughter I would be on the other side of the street so I broke off and ran a bit to be able to see the kids (loose term as the youngest there will be 25 this month). After high fives all around, I headed back to the other side of the street. As I took this photo of the crowd still around after the fluid station in the Strip District, I actually posted it to Twitter and waited just a bit for the group.

Running thru the Strip District

Running thru the Strip District

After going through the Strip District, we headed up and over the 16th Street Bridge. This bridge takes us across the Allegheny River for the first time. We were only on “dry land” for a little over a mile before we went over the Rachel Carson Bridge then a quick turn and over the Andy Warhol Bridge. That is three times crossing the Allegheny River. The crowds on the bridges were large but quiet. We had to work them up into a cheering frenzy.

Another mile and a half or so and we went over the West End Bridge and across the Ohio River. Yes, bridges are truly plentiful when you live or run in a city with three Rivers. After crossing the Ohio River and about a mile in the West End, we headed into Southside. This was where it was all going to happen. As we passed the 2nd Relay Exchange  I was sure I saw Adrian waiting for either an exchange or a ride. Further down Carson Street we went and then I had to say goodbye to my pace team friends. Shortly after mile 10, the half heads up and over the Birmingham Bridge, crossing the Monongahela River, while the full goes a bit further and circles back through the neighborhoods to get to the Birmingham Bridge.

The Birmingham Bridge is a cutoff point. You have to be across it by a certain time to continue the race – either distance. This bridge also has the biggest up to it and the roads on the other side are uphill also. It was just about the mile 12 marker that a 23 year old collapsed. This was in front of a medical area and trained professionals could not revive him.

Finally, at the Dusquesne University sign, the road begins a slight descent and you are seeing the finish line. There were a few marathoners coming through at the same time. I was amazed at the number of half marathoners that were finishing about the same time I was. I always thought I was slow but I guess I may just be average.

I crossed the line, got my medal, took a finishing photo and went through the food area without even realizing what was going on. Then, I headed to where my kids were waiting for me as we had brunch plans. I knew what the clock said when I went by it – 3:03 – but I had no idea how long it had taken us to get to the start line from that last corral so no clue what my official time was until later.

I love the city of Pittsburgh and am considering, even though there is a local race I have yet to run on this same weekend, going back again next year.

Photo from last year's Pittsburgh Marathon - Andy Warhol Bridge I think

Photo from last year’s Pittsburgh Marathon – Andy Warhol Bridge I think

 

 

Strangers Not So Strange

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As the story continues to break out of Cleveland about three women who were abducted as teens, I think back to what we teach our children about strangers. Generally speaking, we teach that there are certain adults that will also be “good” people. Strangers are those you do not know.

While the stranger mode is true in regards to those you do not know, how do we teach our children about those adults we do know who may not be “good” people? Basically, and I have said this time and again, we need to teach and to show our children that their gut instincts about adults are correct.

Children need to know, especially teens who seem to think no one ever is going to listen to them, that what they say about adults matters. Nothing annoys me more than when a teen, or younger child, complains about unacceptable behavior from an adult and other adults ignore the knowledge. This is particularly true if that person is a trusted adult, like a school bus teacher. Here are some examples.

Even after the crap the Catholic church took during the child abuse scandal, some did not learn that we need to listen to our children – of all ages. Two high school girls in a church complained to the choir director that an adult male, who also sang in the choir, was showing up at school events and basically being creepy. He did not touch, or attempt to touch, either girl. By going to the adult in charge, the girls felt they had done what was needed and an adult would handle the problem. What was done? The girls were told that the man had a developmental delay. He was not creepy, just did not have a good grasp on what was socially acceptable. The girls were told to not be alone with him if they felt uncomfortable.

The reaction here was to place the responsibility back on the children in this issue. That is not the way it should be handle. The adult in this scenario should have been told that his behavior was unacceptable. He should have been told to leave the girls alone. He should have been warned that stalking is punishable by jail time.

What happened? About a year or so after this person was brought to an adult’s attention, he was arrested for molesting a child. Could this have been prevented? I don’t know but the person who was the ultimate decision maker in this scenario was the parish priest and he could see no evil.

We need to tell our children to never question their feelings on a matter. Keep telling an adult until one of them listens AND does something to remedy the problem. Children need to know that it is not up to them to stay away or not be alone with an adult. It is up to us, as adults, to protect our children.

Traveling Again

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I packed the car again today for another trip. Different city, different race, different car. Totally different route to Pittsburgh than I had originally thought about a month ago.

I love the City of Pittsburgh. I still get twinges of Pitt hate as I am, and always will be, a Mountaineer but now that neither team is in the Big East, I can let it go. On top of that, I won’t be running through/by Pitt this year as  I am only doing the half . Last year I literally had mixed feelings with Pitt buildings on both sides of me during the marathon.

Today, a very beautiful second day of May, I will drive with my youngest to Buffalo to my son and daughter-in-law’s home. We will stay there tonight. Yes, Buffalo is slightly out of the way of getting to Pittsburgh. That’s okay. This weekend is a big family weekend on top of being a race weekend. Tomorrow, three of us will head to Pittsburgh while the youngest heads to Syracuse for the weekend.

While in Pittsburgh, I will visit friends and my daughter and her partner. We will go wedding dress shopping as they are getting married in September. I will run a half marathon that may be tougher than I thought since I looked at the elevation chart yesterday.

pghhalf

 

So, have a good Thursday and fantastic Friday. I’m off to test my legs again on some hills in PGH!

April in Review

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I make annual goals so like to check in at the end of each month. April seemed to buzz by rather quickly. Looking back at the beginning of the month, winter was hanging around but now, summer seems to be here. Not quite sure if we will see spring or not. I am not complaining.

April saw me add two more races to my 13 in 2013 goal. I ran the Skunk Cabbage Half for the fourth time. This particular race is the only race I have run every year. Then, six days later I was climbing the mountains of the Blue Ridge Parkway in the Blue Ridge Marathon. I am now at 8 with race number 9 coming up on Sunday.

My overall mileage for the year is a bit behind. I am aiming to run 1500 miles this year. With a third of the year gone, I should be at 500 miles. I am at 482. Not at all worried about those 18 miles as I am sort of recovering still from that mountainous marathon in Roanoke. I am sure I will recoup those miles over the summer. I also have an annual goal of 2013 miles overall – running, walking, biking, swimming – and should be at approximately 670 miles. I am way behind on this at only 499. At the end of March I was not concerned about this discrepancy. I know that my biking will pick up when weather has turned away from winter so I am going to hold out some optimism that I will recoup my missing 171 miles over the summer.

I am getting better at the cool down walk again after my longer runs. This was an important goal for me as walking  uses muscles differently and allows my muscles to stretch a bit (sometimes I lunge or stretch my stride) after a run. Not only was this a goal but it helps me reach that total mileage also.

I am going to refocus on my clean eating. While I have not been craving meat lately, I have had the urge to eat a piece now and then when my kids are having meat. I have not yet decided to abandon my vegetarian ways.

Books are on the uptick. I did read two books in April. I finished my second last night. This still puts me three books behind on my 24 books for the year. I hate to say it but I tend to read more in the summer also. I’ve been known to sit on the screened in porch at night and read or sit outside in the evenings and read.

As I said last month, I am not disappointed. I will not yet reset any of my annual goals. There is still room to reach for these goals and time to get them.

Blue Ridge Marathon Recap – Last 13 Miles

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I believe I left you at the Star on top of Mill Mountain. If you recall, I had sort of caught up with Angie. We headed, not together but close, down Mill Mountain. The down was curvy and a fairly sharp incline. Not far down the hill, about a half mile or so, there was a statue of a cow in the road. I specify statue because where I live, I have had to wait for real cows to get out of the way during runs. At the turn where the cow is, a lovely home is off to the left. Nancy stood at her home’s driveway entrance, with the very substantial gate closed, serving mimosas to runners who wanted one. In. real. glasses. She apologized deeply and said she would have plastic glasses next year so the glasses could go with the runners. At this point in the race, I met the two women I would eventually finish with and their then running partner from Scranton. I only mention this because Scranton is just a little over an hour south of where I live.

Down and around the next bend in the road/path (I do not really think two cars could fit on it, one maybe), there was a house with a huge mosaic on the side of it. The tiles formed a picture of Jesus and the children. Absolutely beautiful! So thankful I was near two local people at the time and they told me all about it. I run without my prescription lenses so would never have noticed it without someone mentioning it to me. I swore I had a photo of it on my phone but I cannot find it. If I do, I’ll come back and put it here later.

Now, started my fear. I knew I was going to need an additional tampon and had not brought more than one on the race course with me. The next water stop, about 14.5 miles, I asked – quietly because who wants to embarrass the volunteers – the females if anyone had a tampon. No one did so I continued on. Suddenly, I heard someone yelling “runner” and “ma’am” in all their Southern charm. One of the volunteers knew she had one in her car – at the bottom of the hill on a side street. She went down the hill – close to a half mile – with me and off to her car while I stayed on the course to get me a tampon. Then, with all thoughtfulness, she brought me two, just in case. Thank you so much unknown volunteer as this race may have been a disaster without your help.

The first time through River’s Edge Park consisted of a timing mat and a bathroom stop in a porta-potty. Let me say up front that previous marathons I have stopped my Garmin when I make a pit stop. I did not stop  my Garmin at all during this race so my “running” time is probably less than my total elapsed time. I do not care, though, as it was usually beauty that had me stopping to pull out the cell phone and snap a photo.

As we came out of the park , we headed up into a residential area. This was the only real residential part of the race. I have grass allergies and seems everyone and their brother was mowing on Saturday. Thankfully, regardless of our lack of warmth in upstate NY, I started my allergy meds on April 1st. This area eventually led me to the top of Peakwood Drive. This is basically one never-ending hill that winds through some gorgeous houses. Once peaking Peakwood, the worst downhill of the race began. While the map I have shows it to be straight, I do not know that it was all that straight. It was extremely steep at times.

The gentleman in the striped pants ran with a woman dressed the same but with a ducy on her hat

The gentleman in the striped pants ran with a woman dressed the same but with a ducky on her hat

As we continued down and turned, I saw the GU tree that was going to be on the course somewhere. My guess this is the water stop at mile 20.

GU Tree

GU Tree

Miles 22 to 25, approximately, were not the same as on the course map. On Thursday, or maybe it was Wednesday (I swear I have post-marathon brain as my excuse), the marathon organizers chose to use the pre-planned flood route due to heavy rains that were anticipated – and did occur – on Friday afternoon. In the shakeout run on Friday morning, we ran over the one area that was in question and the water was already to the bottom of the bridge so a good thing. In retrospect, I didn’t pay any attention to where this flood route would take us as I ran right through the parking lot of my hotel. That was at about the point where a shower was sounding pretty good.

On the way down Peakwood, my right calf balled up in a knot. I managed to run more slowly than usual until about mile 23, at which point I had caught up with my friends from the mimosa lady. The guy from Scranton had run on but the two women were walking, one with an ice pack on her knee. I originally thought I would just walk with them a little but I stayed with them  until the end of the race, only running at photo times and the finish line. My calf was none to happy at those running stints but I was going to finish regardless.

At about mile 25.9 (guessing but it was just too easy to say at mile 26), we saw this sign.

Near the end of the race

Near the end of the race

My official finish time is 6:22:18. I walked a great deal of the uphills and those last miles. My first, and previously slowest, marathon time is 6:14 so only 8 minutes different and that first marathon was flatter than flat. I am very happy with my results and my training and have put the 2014 Blue Ridge Marathon on my calendar.

 

 

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