Boston Billy’s Advice

This year’s Boston Marathon is a week away and I know several people who are running the race, my old high school friend Patrick McGahan and my current training buddies David Rothenberger and Mike Quispe; to name a few.  With everything that happened last year and the preparations for this year, this year’s event should be epic. 

The 2014 edition of Boston will be held on Monday, the 21^st, the day after Easter.  The year I ran it, 2006, it was also the day after Easter.  I recall that event so clearly.  It is one of my most cherished running memories. 

The race expo, where athletes had to go to get their bibs, was held at the John B. Hynes Convention Center.  As a first time entrant, I wanted to get the full flavor of the event, so I spent a lot of time at the expo.  I met three marathon greats that day: Steve Jones, Frank Shorter and Bill Rodgers.  Jonesy gave me a nod and a perplexed look as he autographed a poster.  When I told Shorter that I was from Colorado, he said “Oh, good.  Have a great race.” 

The highlight for me was meeting Bill Rodgers.  The 45 minutes I waited to meet Boston Billy gave me ample time to rehearse my greeting.  “You’re the reason I got into running,” I blurted.  His response, “Is this your first Boston?”  “Yes.” I replied.

Sizing me up, he imparted some great advice and I’ll share it with you now.  “Take it easy, easy, easy,” he said as he held both hands spread out like he was dribbling two basketballs.  “You’re not going to run a personal best.  Take it easy.  Enjoy it.  And when you get to the hills, you’ll pass hundreds.”  He added another “hundreds” for emphasis. 

As I rode the T back to where I was staying, the word “hundreds” tumbled through my mind.  What did he mean?  Really, did he mean hundreds literally or figuratively?  Whatever, I would soon find out. 

Monday morning I climbed aboard a bus at the Boston Common and made that long ride out to Hopkinton.  Because I got an early bus, I was able to stake a patch of sod under one of the tents…and waited…for hours…until we were roused and marched to the starting corals. 

When we were finally released, I heeded Rodgers advice and took it easy.  Boston veterans know how difficult it is to run the early miles slowly.  The course descends unabated for four miles.  When the course makes the right turn onto Commonwealth Ave. the hills start abruptly.  I did indeed pass hundreds of runners just as Rodgers prophesied.  It seemed I overtook a runner every second. 

There was one runner I remember passing just before Kenmore Square.  He was an elite runner, as indicated by the two digit number he wore, and he was limping.  Clearly, he was injured.  Why didn’t he abandon the race?  Why?  Because it is the Boston Marathon and he owed it to himself, to tradition and to everyone who has ever run the race, to finish.

Way To Go Ohio

The great state of Ohio has sent more men to the White House than any other.  Eight of the forty-four US Presidents hail from the Buckeye state.  Columbus, the capitol, sits about in the middle of the state in the Central Lowland area. 

Last week I visited Kenyon College and Denison College with my wife and daughter.  Due to a peculiar combination of circumstances, those two colleges have the best Division III swimming programs and are located about an hour apart, just east of Columbus.  The NCAA Division III Swimming Championships were being contested that weekend in Indianapolis. 

Saturday we visited Kenyon College which is located in Gambier.  The nearest city of any significance is Mount Vernon – about five miles away.  I love running when I travel.  We had a full day, so my run started well before dawn. 

My Garmin quickly found a satellite and I was on my way.  In the darkness I felt the road rise – felt the hill.  Then the road leveled off for about three miles.  Then the terrain gave way and I descended for a mile into Gambier.  You can see a lot of a campus by running around it and I toured Kenyon College at about 8 minutes per mile.

On the return trip the sun began to rise – somewhere - below the bare deciduous tree line.  The sky became less dark - but not really bright – by degrees.  The scenery did not become more colorful.  The ROI for a photo-voltaic system is about 100 years here.  I saw the hill that leads out of Gambier.  It was longer going up than I remembered coming down.   

This time of year the Ohio landscape is bleak.  It seemed like there was more color in the darkness.  My headlamp illuminated the road kill – the white cat with its gut split open – wasn’t there on the outward leg of my run.  It was a redneck smorgasbord – raccoon, squirrel, cat and rabbit. 

Then there were open fields of closely shorn corn stalks.  In five months this year’s crop will be 12 feet tall.  Then there were houses; first farms on several acres, then a small cluster, then the Ohio Eastern Star Health Care Center.  Then there was the mile long descent into Mount Vernon.  In all a 12 mile round trip; before 6:30 am. 

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Sunday was the first of three Rocky Mountain Road Runners Spring Marathon training races.  I ran the 10 mile option in 1:04:46 – about 6:28 / mile, well off the time I ran it in last year. 

I am 800 % done with winter.  The heavy wet snow that fell this Thursday morning interrupted my planned run.  I am hoping that is the last of the snow for the year.

That Ship Has Sailed

With greater frequency I am forced to add another item to the list of physical activities I can no longer do.  Swimming 100 yards under a minute, running a mile under five minutes and dunking a basketball come to mind.  There is an even longer list of things I could do, but choose not to due to modesty, decency or because they are just plain stupid.

One such item came to mind as I was doing a Google search for “the running of the green in Denver”.  Somehow I ended up in a small town in the Basque region of Spain. 

Google feeds my short attention span.  Like chasing rabbits, I start down one train of thought and end up in some chat room and I’ve forgotten what I was looking for to begin with.  I was trying to determine a good place to park downtown; a spot close enough for me to gimp back after the race, but not too close so I could avoid traffic.  Given those parameters, I found the perfect spot on Lawrence and 17^th Street. 

I started typing “running of the’ and Google thoughtfully gave me the option of “Running of the Bulls”.  The most infamous “Running of the Bulls” occurs in Pamplona, Spain and is an annual ritual which involves many cervezas and the risk of death.  Just the things I was into – when I was 22.  Now, as I stand at the threshold and peer into the abyss of my 50s, running a 7 kilometer race in Downtown Denver is about as dangerous an activity as I can handle.  

What took me down that rabbit hole was the recollection that two guys I used to pal around with actually survived The Running of the Bulls in Pamplona.  There is a bit of alright and I remind them of my unqualified awe at that accomplishment.  I can say with certainty that they ran faster with the bulls than I did at today’s Running of the Green.  They had to.  Their lives depended on it.  

For the record, I finished the 7 kilometer course in 26:16 (~6:03 / mile) - 52^nd overall – 6^th in my age group.  It was great to see so many red singlets from my fellow mates on the Runners Roost Race Team in front of me.  The weather was perfect for the 26^th Running of the Green.  While the temperature was 26 degrees when I awoke, by race time it had risen to about 50 degrees.  There was barely a whisper of a wind.  There is something really cool about racing through city streets.  

Rounding

The struggle bus makes many stops in my neighborhood; all of them self-induced and emotional in nature.  I recognize the source of my internal conflict.  Maybe my capacity to embrace dissidence has atrophied as I’ve gotten older, but I like symmetry. 

From the visual appeal of Greek architecture.

 

To the recurring motifs of Bach’s Two Part Inventions.

 

To the predictability of the Pythagorean Theorem.

I’m the same way with mileage and yardage.  There is something unsettling about finishing a run at some fraction of a mile, or adding up the yardage from a swim workout only to find out I’ve swum 4,950 yards.  It just feels unresolved, like a hanging chad.

As I’ve noted before, distances are arbitrary.  Between miles, kilometers and time surely I could find some metric that would be whole.  I drive myself crazy being yard wise and hour foolish.  It is good to remind myself of the core reasons I stomp by woods on snowy mornings. 

Garmin brings out the OCD in all of us.  Here’s a simple question – If you complete a run at, say, 7.89 miles, do you call it ‘good’ or do you run around in circles to square it up to 8 miles?  Or, if you run, say, 8.11 miles on Tuesday, do you add that .11 mile onto your next run?  Am I the only one who thinks like this?  Do I need to check into a small, padded room? 

There is also some noise.  A few years ago after running the Boulder Backroads Marathon, four finishers were comparing mileage from our Garmins.  There was a .4 mile spread.  That’s a 1.5 % difference – a catastrophe if we were attempting a lunar landing, but a rounding error if we worked for Enron.  A training log isn’t like a check book.  Mileage doesn’t need to be balanced. 

 

Some tension is good. 

Bach wrote the book on resolving the dominant 7^th chord. 

There is something comforting about the asymmetry of Frank Lloyd Wright’s Fallingwater  

There is elegance in plotting a graph that approaches, but does not reach, a Limit.

Maybe I could just run as much as I felt and it wouldn’t matter how many miles I ran.  Maybe I could find other people who felt the same way.  Maybe there’s a place where there are no hills and you always have a tail wind; where they play Yanni 24x7 and no one gets cramps or blisters.

Maybe it’s in Utah. 

Peer Pressure

Much gentle ribbing from Jay Survil I had borne as best I could.  “Run the double” (both the 5 and 10 mile races at the Winter Distance Series) he would say.  Those of you who well know the nature of my disposition are aware that I don’t back down from a challenge, however insignificant and good natured.  Why let Jay have all the fun and glory?

And so that is how I found myself standing next to Jay at the start of the 10 mile event of the Snowman Stampede this past Saturday.  45 minutes earlier I had finished the 5 mile event in 30:50 – 11^th place overall and 2^nd in my age group which earned me a $15 gift certificate to the Runners Roost. 

The weather conditions for the 5 miler were idyllic.  The temperature was in the upper 40s and the wind was out of the west-southwest at ~4 mph.  The out-and-back course headed north out of Hudson Gardens. 

In case you were wondering, 45 minutes is not enough time to recover from a five mile race and truly ‘race’ a 10 mile race.  The caloric expenditure was not that great – about 500 calories.  I really wasn’t hungry afterwards.  I drank my proprietary blend of carbohydrates and protein.  I drank a cup of mocha-java, thanks to the Coda Coffee Company which had thermoses of coffee and hot chocolate. 

The physical effort of running fast taxed my leg muscles though.  I walked, jogged and stretched to keep my legs loose.  Even with that, the first ¼ mile of the 10 miler felt like someone was tearing needles through my legs.  After that, my legs limbered up and I felt pretty good for the next four miles.  That was the tailwind talking.

The conditions for the 10 miler were brutal.  While the temperature stayed about the same, the wind turned and blew out of the south at close to 15 mph.  Even though I knew the last half of the race would be into the teeth of that wind, nothing really prepares you for that first blast of wind in your face as you turn to head home.  With only a handful of bridges to block the wind, the last few miles were a real grind.

You could argue that running both races is good training for the marathon, but that argument would be with yourself.  This training mirrors the fly-and-die race strategy favored by many.  Just to be clear, that is not a good race strategy.  No, you cannot be one runner and truly ‘race’ both races.  You must choose. 

Jay and I were not alone in “running the double”.  While ~500 people ran the 5 miler and ~440 people ran the 10 miler, there were several hearty souls who ran both.  Christopher Desilets and Krystalanne Curwood won the special awards for fastest combined time in both races. 

Running both races was a good reality check-in for my training.  I need to do more tempo runs and I have three months until the Colfax Marathon to do so.  Also, I have some bragging rights and the street cred to say “run the double” in the future.  Please don’t hate me if I say it to you. 

Money Changes Everything

Motivations come in every imaginable form.  You can fill in the blank; “I run for ____________.”  The older I get, the more motivations I need to pull myself from my cozy bed in the mornings to go run.  Since I was selected to the Runners Roost Team, I am committed to racing several races this year.  Nothing focuses your training like signing up, and paying, for a race.  It is all commentary until you toe the line.

This week I registered for two races, the Colfax Marathon, which will be held on May 18^th, and the Running of the Green, which will be held on March 16^th.

This will be my fourth running of the Colfax Marathon.  To mark the occasion, on Saturday morning I ran 21 miles – two laps around Cherry Creek State Park.  The temperature at the start of the run was 21 degrees which, with the wind chill, felt like 17 degrees.  About ½ an inch of snow fell during the 2:52 that I ran.

It is amazing how difficult it is to start that second lap.  Each mile takes you away from your car.  There is some mental math I do as I approach the point of no return where turning around and retracing my steps equals a full lap.  But I made a commitment and David Rothenberger was game, so we set out in the cold and snow.  There weren’t many souls out running in the park, but we did see some footprints in the snow. 

As the reason for the long run is time-on-your-feet, and not pace, the total running time was slightly less than what I expect to run Colfax in.  The effort justified the plate of two eggs over sweet potato hash browns I devoured when I got home. 

It has been 20 years since my wife and I last participated in the Running of the Green – Lucky 7 K road race.  It was pre-kids and we ran it with some friends.  It was so long ago I couldn’t find the race results, but I can tell you I did not make the podium and we all went out for brunch afterwards. 

So, here’s wishing you an injury-free year and success at whatever races you choose to run.

I am much farther back than third

If you look closely you can see the scar, just below and behind his left jaw bone.  When it was fresh, it looked like a gill on Aquaman.  That was where the doctor operated on his cancer.  If you don’t know Ryan Turbyfill’s story, it is a powerful one.  I have been a witness to his remarkable recovery this past year. 

Ryan’s story is a poignant reminder that we have a choice in how we frame the adversities we face in life.  Are we victims or do we channel difficulties into making us stronger?  The results verify the reality.  Ryan is stronger than ever.  He has done it with the grace of a champion. 

Ryan and me at the Rocky Mountain Road Runners' December Trophy Series Race.

If you look closely you can see my scar, just behind my left ear.  When it was fresh, it too looked like a gill on Aquaman.  When my father saw it for the first time, he almost hurled.  It is where the doctor removed the tumor.  It was the summer of 1991.  Mary and I were newlyweds and we weren’t sure if I was going to live to celebrate our first anniversary. 

The recovery was slow.  I didn’t keep records so I don’t remember when I started working out, but it was close to two years of inactivity.  I was grateful for my 37:01 at the 1994 Bolder Boulder. 

All of us get scraped by adversity and if we stand close enough we can see the scars that are left as a reminder.  But hey, no one looks good that close up. 

In 2013 I ran 2,262 miles, or about 43.5 miles per week.  I also swam 605,650 yards (about 344 miles).  I rested 20 days.  I doubt I will run or swim that far this year, but I might.  This year I resolve to race more, which may result in running fewer miles.

This weekend’s runs were in less than pleasant conditions.  Saturday’s 14 miles was run in a storm that dropped ~6 inches of snow.  Sunday it was 12 degrees when we left the Runners Roost Aurora store.  I would have been quite happy with 10 miles, but Tom Norris sold me on running 12 miles. 

And for a post run sweet treat I made these:

Runners Roost Retail Team Bars

3 mashed bananas

1/3 cup apple sauce (or 1 small apple chopped and microwaved 4 minutes until soft)

¼ cup almond milk

3 tablespoons creamy peanut butter

½ cup raisins

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1 teaspoon cinnamon

Mix the bananas, apple peanut butter and milk until smooth.  Add other ingredients and let stand 5 minutes.  Spread into a greased 7 x 11 baking dish.  Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes.  Let cool, cut into 8 servings.

Nutritional Information per Serving

Calories:  170

Protein:  4.8 grams

Carbohydrates:  30 grams

Fat:  4.5 grams