It seems like I learn something from every race, and sometimes, I’m surprised at just how many things I bump into that are either new, or forgotten revelations. Here’s few from this past weekend’s race.
Instrumental pieces, no matter how peppy, just don’t cut it. I have a curated running playlist I’ve been working on for months, and made a lot of assumptions about what I’d like to hear on the run. There were times I was so, so, so wrong. It didn’t seem to matter how wonderful the track, they were skipped when they cropped up randomly during the race. The only one that stuck was “Drum Dreams” by ELO. It has a crazy drum beat, and it’s hard not to be driven by that.
So why don’t peppy instrumentals cut it? Because I wanna sing when I’m running! Now, “sing” is relative. Caterwauling is likely a better description, but only for those parts of the race where my inner voice can get past the huffing and puffing of my breathing. When I topped the bridge, “I Melt With You” hit the top of playlist, and I’m absolutely convinced that I sounded like some maimed animal as I tried to sing and dance along, while trying to maintain forward momentum, keep appropriate hand-to-beat coordination, and avoid breaking an ankle in the expansion joints!
My Running Plans
Don’t ask about ’em until at least three days after the race. During the race, I know I can recite what my next races are. But secretly, I’m cutting deals with myself like a sinner on judgement day about which future races I’m not gonna run, because the current race is so tough!
Beef Jerky Rules!
I’m a jerky junky, but this race was the first time I carried something savory with me. I’m all about the Sport Beans, but I decided to carry a little something different, and had a sack of Jack Link’s Tender Bites in my pocket. I liked those because they were easy to deal with — they’re already in a resealable bag, they’re easy to chew, and I loved the flavor. I think there’s some experimenting to come on this!
Normally, I’m a water-only guy. MRM had water stops every mile, and since I was carrying water with me, I had small cups of Gatorade at every stop. That worked out extraordinarily well! When I did the Route 66 Half in Nov ’15, I noticed that Gatorade went down pretty well, so I think I’m gonna have to incorporate that into my race day regimen. Outside the race, I tried Gatorade’s Frost Glacier Cherry, and liked it pretty well. I suspect that’ll make an appearance on my long race days.
Old Guys Rest!
When I did my triathlon in May last year, one of the things I did during the swimming leg (my weakest component) was to flip over on my back, and just float, resting for a few minutes. Apparently, that was also the exact method to get the race support folks as excitable as they could be, thinking that I had some sort of problem. Running MRM on Saturday, I encountered the same phenomenon. And no, I wasn’t lying on my back on the race course! 🙂 I was, however, sitting on culverts and leaning against walls, while trying to summon my inner “me” to get through the last couple of miles of the race. Much like my tri, this is apparently the “cry for help” in a half marathon. I fended off a BUNCHA folks, telling ’em I was fine, and just resting, which is exactly what I was doing. It was sure nice to have strangers watching out for me though!
The “C” Word
When folks talk with me about running, the conversation invariably comes around to “what started your running journey?” And the answer to that question always starts with my journey with colon cancer. I never mind talking about what happened to me five years ago, and I’ll answer any question about it, no matter how much TMI your might ordinarily think was involved. It’s hard to know if what I tell folks helps them be more comfortable with talking about cancer — especially colon cancer! — or changes their attitude about early detection, but I hope it does. If you ask me about running, you’re liable to hear about my cancer journey … You’ve been warned!!!! 🙂
Said Dr. Peabody to his boy, Sherman, “Set the way-back machine to November 2015, for that’s when this tale begins!”
I ran my first half marathon in November 2015 at the Route 66 Half Marathon in Tulsa. This was monumental in so many ways for me, and something I’ll never forgot. You can read about that race here. As part of the expo, I ran across the table for the Mississippi River Half Marathon. After talking with the folks there, I dropped my name in the proverbial hat for a chance to win a free entry to their race, and didn’t think about it again.
Not until a week or so later, when I heard from the race folks, letting me know I’d won that free entry! I talked with the director for a while, hearing about this great, flat race, all the while getting my excitement up for this event. However, it was very close to Gasparilla, which I’d had teed up for a while. They let me defer to 2017, so done and done.
Now, we return to the present…
I’d been sweating this race all winter. I knew I wasn’t getting the training miles that I should’ve — ice, winter, and injuries all got in the way. I kept telling myself that I could do this anyway. I mean, I didn’t train that hard for my first half, and I got through that one, right?
But, this was gonna be my fourth attempt at my second half marathon. I had blisters in Chattanooga in March. I had a leg that was incredibly messed up in Tulsa in November. And December found me taking care of Becky and her eye, keeping me away from Springfield.
So this race was a long time coming, with a lot of self-inflicted pressure. And the closer the day came to leave for the race, the more nervous I got. Even up to the day before the race, I was still doubting if I could really get through it. I figured that I could just muscle through it though. After all, I’d done this before, right? (Sense a theme yet?)
I drove to Greenville MS on Friday. When I left STL, it was 28°, and by the time I hit the bootheel, it was in the 40s, with tremendous winds. There were times that the dust blown up from the barren fields made “brown out” conditions where I couldn’t see thirty feet in front of the Jeep. And with those winds, my mileage plummeted to about 12.5mpg. That was impressive.
I rolled into Greenville around 5pm, got checked into the hotel, and went to pick up my race packet at the local mall. I think that’s the first time I’ve picked up my packet at a mall, but it worked out well, and being a small race, went pretty quickly.
I laid out Flat Colin, making sure I had everything planned and together for the race. I went through my race strategy, trying to plan for what was to come on Saturday. I’d been visualizing my race plan for a week, putting myself in the best place I could be for my race. All I had to do Saturday morning was get dressed, and get to the start line.
Well, technically, it was the finish line first. This race is a point to point race, with all the runners bussing to their starting points. We were to be carried 13.2 miles from the finish line, with the full marathon folks going 13.2 miles even farther out. The cool thing is that that meant that there would likely be folks on the course while I was finishing. I chit-chatted with a bunch of folks as we awaited the busses to begin boarding. The doors opened, and we started loading up.
This was the first time I’d been on a school bus in a very long time, and I was suddenly struck by the size of things on the bus. It was obviously designed with smaller persons in mind, and folding all of us runners into these little seats was pretty comical. And then the doors closed.
No more comical notions about long legs in little seats. It suddenly got very, very real.
We were dropped off at a little steak house just across the border in Arkansas, milling around for just about an hour awaiting time for the race to start. The race folks announced a ten minute warning, and asked us to start collecting up on the bridge deck. I really thought we’d be running across the whole bridge span, but we ended up starting about a quarter way across, which meant that the first part of the race wasn’t entirely uphill. 🙂
While I stood on the bridge deck, awaiting the start, someone walked up to me, and said hello. It was Lynn Nelson, who was on the bloggers panel with me at Route 66 in November. I was stunned to find someone I knew at this race! We chatted like old friends, and that really helped cut the pre-race jitters for me.
We all stood, sang The Star Spangled Banner, and just like that — we were underway.
The thing that struck me right away was how long that bridge over the Mississippi River was… and how beautiful the land so very far below was. The sun was poking through the heavy clouds every now and then, lighting up parts of the river as I crossed the bridge. And as I expected, inside fifteen minutes, I’d lost the pack, and was left to my thoughts.
The Greenville Bridge is pretty impressive, and is billed as the longest cable-stayed bridge span on the Mississippi River. I couldn’t say if that’s true, but it’s very cool to run across. The only thing that was weird for me was ensuring I didn’t step wrong on the expansion joints. They were huge, and looked like you could break an ankle by stepping on them wrong.
Having lost the pack, I was the very last person running the half. As a result of that, and running on a pretty significant highway, I had an escort. 🙂 That’s one thing I noted throughout the race — the support from the LEO community was amazing! I never felt unsafe crossing any intersection, and I made sure I thanked every one of ’em. They kept all of us safe, and I loved being the target of the world’s slowest high-speed pursuit!
I chugged through the first quarter (5k), and had a time pretty comparable to the first quarter of Route 66 — within a minute. I felt like I was on track for another long day, but a successful one. I even posted some Facebook Live material from the race course.
I continued on up Highway 82, with a nice tailwind, and kinda thought my times would be benefitting from the little extra push. However, at the halfway point, I was seven minutes behind my time from Tulsa, and was starting to feel a blister form on the bottom of my left foot. I’ve been there before (remember Gasparilla last year?), and that could’ve set me up for some real misery. As it ends up, that blister was the least of my worries.
Halfway was kinda a big point in this race. I put another (and my last) Facebook Live video up. The first of the marathoners passed me — remember, he was at the 19 mile point in his race, while I was sitting at six miles in mine. He was flying! And it was around halfway that I met Liz, Brenden, and Ashley.
These kids were probably half my age, and were walking at the same pace I was, plus or minus. Oh, and Liz was 30-weeks pregnant. 🙂 We’d been passing each other for much of the first half, and then hooked up as we reached the end of the highway part of the race. We talked for miles, stopping at some of the neighborhood rest stops, picking up doughnuts, citrus and other goodies. Eventually, they got ahead of me for good, although every now and then, they’d look back to make sure I was still in the game.
Somewhere around nine miles, I really began to struggle. I started taking breaks, sitting on the culverts and leaning against walls. I had so many folks passing me by, asking if I was ok. And I was, I was just exhausted. I hydrated well along the way (a little Gatorade every mile), so I know that wasn’t the problem. But for some reason, I was just barely getting from point to point. It was like some crazy Walking Dead imitation, only without the constant mumbling for brains.
And every time I’d get moving again — slowly and sloppily — I had runners passing me, encouraging me as they went by. And every now and then, someone would slow to my pace, talk with me for a few minutes before moving on. And being in the South, there were more than a few “You’ve got this, sir” flung at me as those faster folks passed me. Sir? Really? 🙂
I don’t quit, and I finish what I start. But, this… this was really brutal. There were at least a couple of times where I wanted to pull the plug, and catch an ATV to the finish. Every time I thought of that, I knew I’d be crushed, and I’d have to live with that. I could see that I was so close to the finish, and that I only needed to find ways to rest, recharge, and keep moving. That was my strategy over the last couple of miles, and I just kept counting down the kilometers.
And then it was over. I finished, and had my medal around my neck. (Put a tack in that; we’ll come back to it later.)
I waddled to the finisher’s tent, and found that they had a feast of pizza and other goodies. The lady behind table asked what I wanted, and I muttered something about just wanting to sit down, eat some pizza and have the coldest Coke I could find. She said there weren’t any chairs in the tent, but walked off for a minute, and came back with a folding chair from somewhere. I sat right at the serving table, hunkered over my pizza and Coke like they were my precious, and began to recharge my batteries a bit.
The tent also had some massage chairs set up, so I signed up for my first ever massage. My shoulders were awful — they always are after a long race — and I figured I wouldn’t hurt anything by getting them worked on a bit. As it ends up, that was the best move I coulda made. The masseuse just pummeled my back and shoulders, and it made all the difference in the world.
And while I had my face in the doughnut, someone came up and grabbed my hand. I asked who that was, and it was Liz, coming by to congratulate me on finishing. I felt like George Bailey at the end of It’s a Wonderful Life, suddenly having something wonderful happen. It absolutely made my race.
When my massage was finished, I wandered back over to the table, and asked for the quickest path to where I’d parked my Jeep. The folks started trying to figure that out, when a twenty-something girl said she’d just take me to the Jeep. Wow. I’ve never had anything like that happen at a race!
I drove back to the hotel, and that’s where I discovered that I had a medal for the full marathon, rather than the half. I’m sure that as long as it took for me to come across the line, the volunteers weren’t expecting that grizzled old dude to be a half finisher!
I’ve thought about why this race ended up being so tough. I thought the flat course, especially with a tail wind, would make for a fast time for me. However, I really think that having some hills to help break up my pace, and to give me a “restful boost” on the back of those hills, could’ve been helpful. I also think the weather toward the end of the race got to me. It was 75° when I finished, and I felt every degree of it. All that conspired to keep me on the course an hour longer than I’d planned for.
I am thrilled to have my second half marathon behind me! But there’s no resting on my laurels. I’m supposed to be in Gasparilla in two weeks for a 15k and 8k. I’m definitely encouraged by how this race went, despite how very tough it was. I learned a lot about myself, and that I really can push through some pretty tough racing in order to finish. I know folks finished much, much faster than me, but for me, this was a solid win!
At the end of the year, I always have a bucket of medals from virtual races that I just didn’t find time for during the year. This last year was particularly bad, with injuries, cold weather and me kinda falling off the wagon a little. This is one of those race. Prepare for more in the coming weeks!
I’ve been a Prince fan since Purple Rain was released. I’d heard of him before that, of course, and I enjoyed some of his later music, but there was something special about that music and that film at that time. It was a tumultuous era for me, with girlfriends and breakups, and me beginning to lay the foundation for who I’d become as an independent adult. I needed that music then. I couldn’t tell ya how many times I saw the film during its first run, nor how many times I lit up the CD. I think “a lot” comes to mind. 🙂
In fact, most of my runs start with the extended version of “Let’s Go Crazy” from the film. It’s eight minutes of fun, and is big, bouncy, and gets my mind in the right place for getting the miles laid down.
Friday night, after work, I decided I needed to get some miles in the books. This year has been abysmal, with no where near enough miles, and knowing that I was facing a half marathon on the near horizon, I had to get out.
Careful readers will remember that my last outing had me sporting some knee issues. Knowing that, I put my knee brace on, and even with the cold weather, I only had one slight twinge, and that was when my brace had slipped a bit. No biggie, and after a few minutes, I was on my way.
In truth, this was the best outing I’d had in a while, and has put me in a good frame of mind for my upcoming half in Mississippi. But, more on that later!
This past weekend marked two big anniversaries for me.
The first was the 31st anniversary of my entering the Air Force. I was a lanky, introverted 22-year-old that had never left home, and only had a couple of jobs under my belt. I barely had a work ethic, and certainly had never worked with any organization with the impact that the USAF had. The impact was on me though… Joining the military was the best career move I ever made, and taught me a ton of extraordinarily valuable lessons that would shape me into the person I am today.
And forever linked at the hip to that anniversary is the anniversary of the Challenger disaster. I can remember being at the MEPS station in Knoxville TN, watching the lift off of Challenger, and stepping away to the restroom, only to return to everyone in the room being stunned by what had transpired in those few minutes.
And then I was whisked away to Lackland AFB for basic training, and the obligatory blackout that (at that time) came with that.
None of us knew what had happened to Challenger. There were rumors running around that it was sabotaged by the Soviets (yes, kids, there was still a Soviet Union at that time!). Practically any rumor you could imagine was crawling among us newly minted airmen. When we’d go to classes, we’d ask our instructors for information about the investigation, but of course, there was much to say in those first few weeks.
And in the most chilling of moments, I remember the sirens accidentally being activated across the base while we were in the dorms. We quickly began scrambling to put mattresses in the windows to protect from whatever might be coming. That was probably the closest I’ve come to genuinely believing I was done for. Of course, we quickly heard that firing the sirens was an accident, and nothing was going on… but still.
So, with that as the backdrop, I selected the Captain’s Run to chase yesterday. Marvel has brought Captain America to life in the recent films, and he’s quickly become my favorite Avenger. He harkens back to simpler times, with a good dose of common sense, which, at times, seems to be missing nowadays. Why not run a race inspired by him? 🙂
I started out of the house, and it was a cold 35°, with a blustery wind that just didn’t wanna quit. Add to that a pretty good base of clouds, and it was obvious that some of the cold weather gear needed to come out with me. However, I didn’t put on my knee brace. Remember that — it’ll be important later.
As I usually do, I took the first half kilometer at a brisk walk to warm up, quickly deciding to stretch that to about thee-quarters km to make sure I was ready, and I started jangling my ungraceful self down the sidewalk.
And then my knee barked at me.
My left knee has been sore off an on for a couple of months. I don’t know if there was a specific injury that’s caused the pain — nothing stupid that I’ve done comes to mind — but from time to time, it’s painful for a little bit of an outing. The first time I remember this pain was at the turn around point for Flat as a Pancake back in September 2015. I was going around a pylon at the turnaround, with my left leg on the outside (as I remember), and I came out of that with horrible pain. It’s come and gone since then.
Wearing a knee brace seems to help, and with the cold weather, I should’ve worn my brace — in fact, I should probably be wearing it around the house. I didn’t, and I’m sure that’s why I noticed this pain yesterday. Note to self…
I got through my neighborhood course, though, enjoying the brisk temperatures, and just being outside in the showiness of nature (thanks Reverend Lovejoy!). It was glorious, and nice to be back out there again.
Seriously, I’m gonna do more outings more frequently. Really. Honest!
Here it is … the middle of January. And this is my first run of the year. In fact, it’s my first run in about five weeks.
And I’ve missed it.
Sometimes, life just gets in the way of running, especially this time of year. There are holidays, birthdays, anniversaries, weather … and sometimes, a little too much real life drama. That’s what happened with me. Every day, I’d pledge that I was gonna go out on my neighborhood 5K tromp, and every day, something would eclipse that. As a result, I have a box of medals for virtual races I have not yet run. You’re gonna see some oldies that should’ve been run in 2016 float by.
But not this one. This one was actually on-time!
The Moon Joggers group is a crazy-supportive collection of runners from all over the world, and it was with them that I first started running these virtual races. The MJ’s are gathering in Utah this summer for the AF Canyon race (half marathon for me), renting a vacation home for a few days, and just reveling in the company of like-minded folks for a while. I can’t wait! This race was a fund raiser to help with some of the costs associated with the MJ presence at that race.
Like every other day for the last five weeks, I started my day with the best of intentions, thinking I’d go for a run at lunch, only to find myself staying indoors, taking in some chili. It was cold and raw at lunch, and that ended up being the deciding factor in staying in.
Though the afternoon, I’d seen one of my Facebook running friends having a struggle with her running, and I chimed in with some of my thoughts about life, the universe, and everything. And ya know what? All that inspired me to run after work.
Now, it’s wintertime here in Da Lou, which means the Sun sets pretty dang early, leaving precious little daylight after work for me to cram in five kilometers of distance at my pace. Immediately after work, I went upstairs, got changed into my running gear (including a rain slicker), and put myself outside.
It was sprinkling, and I’d intentionally gone out without music so I could listen to the world around me in the glory of the rain. I love running in the rain, but it’s pretty easy to miss all the nuances of a gentle rainfall with earbuds plugged in. I set out at a brisk pace, and just looked and listened as I went through the neighborhood. I could hear thunder off in the east, and wondered if I was gonna get drenched. (I didn’t, btw, although I did have a pretty good downpour for about five minutes.)
It was glorious.
Back on the road. Outside again after a long winter’s nap. And with an amazing sense of completion after so long away from the great outdoors I love so much. It was a great run with which to begin 2017!
Over the last year, I’ve run for the shooting tragedies in Paris, Orlando and Chattanooga. I’ve run to bring awareness and benefit to the folks suffering through a water crisis in Flint MI. I’ve run to raise money for colon cancer awareness, cures and support. And as always, I’ve run in honor of our military, and in remembrance of 9/11.
And now once again, I’ve run to help aid folks in distress. This time, it’s for the folks in the Smokies, who’ve dealt with the biggest wildfire tragedy in that area in a century.
The images and videos folks have posted, especially of Gatlinburg, have been heart-wrenching. It looks otherworldly. The mountains there are covered in fire, looking like something out of an apocalyptic filmmaker’s story. It just doesn’t seem possible that this is happening in east Tennessee.
When Vacation Races and Virtual Running Club sent out an email blast about this race over the weekend, I knew I had to sign up. I needed to do something to help. And with this race, 100% of the proceeds are going to one of four charities that are active in the area. I chose Dolly Parton’s “My People Fund”.
Saturday, I did my miles for this race, taking things slow, as this was my first time out on trail after my calf blowout in Tulsa. I followed my rule of petting every dog I saw, which kept my pace down. And although I felt a little tightening in my right calf, it wasn’t too bad. I believe I need to get out there more this week, and put a few more miles on my leg to see how I’m recovering.
And in fairness, that’s what east Tennessee is gonna do, too. They’ll assess what’s happened, pick up the pieces, and go right back out there, doing what they do. I know that the any resilience that I have came from being raised in that region. It’s part of the very air there, and I know they’ll recover, and be stronger for it.
“Sometimes, at the height of our revelries, when our joy is at it’s zenith, when all is most right with the world, the most unthinkable disasters decend upon us.” – from A Christmas Story
And so it was this weekend.
I mentioned yesterday that I had apparently injured my right calf muscle sometime during my races. Truth is, I haven’t hurt that bad since completing the Route 66 half marathon last year. After that race, anytime I sat down, it was very hard to get up, and it took everything I could do to get moving once I got on my feet.
Yesterday was just like that, except only in my right leg. I have no idea what I could’ve done before, during or after the races. I didn’t do anything goofy — I wore clothes I’ve worn before, shoes I wear regularly for running, and I stretched the same way I always do. I don’t remember having any close calls where I had to avoid a collision, or any kind of potential ankle rolling that could’ve caused this. I am totally lost about the root cause of this injury.
So after a painful, restless night of little sleep, I got up this morning, and was still in a fair amount of pain in my calf, but I was also feeling some pain across the outside of my right ankle, and noticed it was swollen. I got dressed, and hobbled downstairs for a little coffee and poppyseed bread for breakfast. By the time I was back at the room, it was obvious to me that four (or more) hours of beating up that already injured leg wouldn’t be the smartest idea.
Could I have finished? Perhaps, but who know what kind of damage I would’ve done, and how much future racing it might cost me to recover from that.
I talked to Darla, told her what I was seeing and feeling, and she agreed that it was probably best for me not to put 13.1 miles of stress on my already-injured body. Begrudgingly, I began to pack my bags, checked out of the hotel, and headed for Da Lou.
I’m disappointed. I mean, really disappointed. I had such high hopes, and was in such a great state of mind going into yesterday’s races. Midway through the 5k yesterday, if you’d told me I be writing about a DNS for the half, I woulda told you you were nuts. I knew I had these races covered.
I talked at the Blogger’s Forum Friday night about trying to keep a positive outlook, and that I really just wanted to run and write about my journey, and hopefully inspire someone else along the way. Well, kids, this is part of the story too. It’s not just easy every race. Some races will challenge you like you’ve never been challenged. Some will come easy. Some will kick you to the curb like last week’s trash.
This weekend, I had both ends of that — the heights of revelry, and an unthinkable disaster.
But here’s the cool thing… I was smart enough NOT to push through this injury, and that probably means I’ll be out there running again sooner. It’s one thing to be smart about running a race — working on pace, stride, breathing, and all the other things that make up a racer’s profile — but it’s just as important to be smart about an injury, and not make things worse.
Of course I’m bummed, and I’m one medal short of where I wanted to be by this time in the weekend. However, there are always more medals to chase, more races to run, and more challenges to come. Even if I’m sidelined for a few weeks, I’m still the same dude I was before the injury this weekend, and I’m still jonesing to get out there for my next race, and show this old body what it can still do.
Yesterday, I motored into Tulsa for a weekend of Route 66 races. However, before racing, I had some work to do.
I got into town around lunchtime, got checked into the hotel (painless!), and walked to the Cox Business Center, where the expo was being held.
First stop, the volunteer checkin table. This is the second year I’ve volunteered at the expo, and I really enjoy it. The folks at Route 66 really make it attractive too — for volunteering, you get a medal that’s as big as the 5K medal. That’s a huge incentive, and I’m sure that makes it easy for them to attract the almost 2000 volunteers that make the race happen.
After getting checked in, I went to pick up my bibs. Last year, this was a real challenge. I volunteered there last year, and I was a whirling dervish, running up and down the boxes of bibs, finding folks’ bibs. This year, they had separate kiosks broken up by bib number. In my case I had to stop three times to get my three bibs, but it really worked sooooo much better!
Next stop was my stint was at the Fan Zone table. We helped folks make signs to cheer on their runners — or strangers! In fairness, there weren’t very many people in the expo at that time, so it was pretty slow. After six hours of driving and three hours of being on my feet, I was ready to be done.
But, I wasn’t done yet.
For the second year, I participated in the Blogger’s Forum. This is always an odd thing for me. I’m just a guy who writes what’s in his head, tries to write like I speak, and do my best to keep things positive. Last year and this, there were big-traffic bloggers sharing the stage with me. And they’re pros, knowing how to market themselves and their art — there’s nothing wrong with that! — and there I am talking about this crazy little blog that gets a small amount of traffic. And just like that, something cool happens…
Man, that just makes it all worthwhile! I met Jeremy after the panel, when he told me he was gonna run the half next year because of what I talked about. Put that medals aside, that’s the real reward from this weekend’s events. I’m still blown away!
(Guess I’ll have to come back next year, and cheer Jeremy on!)
I walked back to the hotel after the panel, having all my non-race obligations completed, and started to think about dinner. This is when I discovered that the hotel doesn’t have room service. 🙁 However, I saw a place that deals in Coney dogs on my walk back. I’m a sucker for a good dog, so I crossed the street, and walked in.
From what I’d read on Yelp, the right way to do this was to order three of ’em, so I did. I got them back to the hotel, and they were crazy good. Their version of chili is a little different than mine, but that’s ok with me!
Fast-forward to this morning, and it was oddly, all nerves again. This is the third time I’ve run the 5k here, and I know it is a hilly mess, but for some reason, those hills had me nervous. I pulled up my big-boy underpants, girded my loins, and headed out to the start line.
For a change, I didn’t get to the start line too terribly early (I’m only two blocks away), and didn’t have to wait in the cold too long. It was 32°, and I was using today to figure out what I needed to wear tomorrow. As it ends up, I was able to do shorts, and be very comfy, so that bodes well for tomorrow.
After a short wait, the gun fired, and we were on our way. This race has a few really big hills in it, and the first is less than a kilometer in. I trotted up it like I owned it, enjoying the view of almost 2000 runners on the course. About two kilometers in, my calves started barking pretty hard — the worst in quite a while. (More on that later.) Around 4km in, my legs were doing pretty well, and from there, it’s downhill and then flat. I was in the home stretch, and pretty quickly had the finish line in site.
The Fun Run starts about an hour after the 5k starts, so I bypassed the treats and goodies at the end of the race, and found my way over to the starting line once again. This crowd was much smaller — both in numbers and stature. There are a ton of kids that run in this race, and it’s just a hoot to see them tackle this. Some of them make it, some get carried by a parent, but it’s a great, positive experience, and with them all getting medals and high-fives from costumed mascots, it’s something they’ll never forget.
By the time the Fun Run is over, all the food lines for the 5k are really gone, so I ended up with just a couple of sacks of cashews. However, the beer truck was still serving, and I had four coupons (two from each bib). I turned in my first two, found a bench, and started drinking my Michelob Ultra’s. I chatted with some other finisher’s, each of us slowly putting down our brews.
I’d asked one of the locals where they’d suggest to go for lunch. They rapidly came up with Caz’s Chowhouse, telling me it was comfort food. That sounded great, so I stood up… and found that my right calf was so tight that I could barely walk. I hobbled along, roughly in the direction of the Caz’s, and found that it got loosened up the farther I walked, so that was a good thing.
I got to the restaurant, and asked the guy setting up the chairs for outside seating about when they opened. When I found out it was just about twenty minutes away, I decided to wait it out. I asked about the menu, and he told me about something called The Big Nasty. The more he described it, the better it sounded… and then the phrase “chicken-fried bacon” fell out of his mouth. I was sold! The manager invited me in for a cup of coffee and to warm up, so I sat at the bar drinking my cuppa joe, and chit-chatted with her and her staff. As it ends up, she was from Knoxville, and a big UT fan. Perfect!
Once they officially opened, I found a table, sat down, and ordered a root beer, the Big Nasty and some fried okra. That, my friends, is comfort food. While I knew that this was described as being laid atop a “cat’s head” biscuit, I didn’t realize the cat they were talking about was a tiger! That biscuit was easily 6″ in diameter, and served open-faced, it was the foundation to a load of cheese fries, a piece of chicken friend steak slathered in gravy, two eggs over medium, and couple of slices of chicken-friend bacon. I’ve had a lot of really, really good things on my travels for these crazy races, but that by far is the best, most unique thing I’ve encountered. And it kicked my butt. I got through about half of it before feeling like I was gonna explode. I was told that I did pretty well with getting that far. 🙂
And as I exited Caz’s, I thought I had a couple of blocks yet to walk to the hotel, but I quickly saw that the front door of Caz’s was cattycorner from the back entrance of the hotel. Beauty.
So, in all a really good couple of days, but I’ve gotta admit, the tight calf is really worrying me for tomorrow. I don’t know if it was the cold, or if I overdid something on the hills, but something different happened today, and that’s unusual for me nowadays on 5K’s.
Stay tuned for tomorrow’s attempt at the half marathon!!!
Today was likely the last tune-up before the Route 66 races in Tulsa this weekend. With the unseasonably warm weather (about 70° today, and close to 80° tomorrow), I’m pretty sure that anything I do is gonna feel weird when I get to Tulsa, and take on races where the temps will be closer to 30° when I start.
This was also the last of the Star Trek anniversary medals I had squirreled away. Much like the Back to the Future anniversary last year, I hung quite a few Trek anniversary baubles from my medal shelf. I’ve thought a couple of times about taking ’em all down — and that’s a HUGE effort — and grouping like medals together. Maybe some day!
It was a glorious day, with loads of sunshine, and several other folks out enjoying the midday break. I changed my route a little, and took the path down Wren Trail. It’s been a little bit since I’ve been on that stretch of pavement, and I’d forgotten how nice it was. At midday, there’s plenty of shade to keep you out of the sun, but still enjoy the breezes. It was really a cleansing, refreshing time spent out in nature.
I’ve been gathering up all my goodies for the races this weekend, and as I write this, it dawned on me to see how many events I’ve done between last year’s half marathon, and this year’s. And that number? Seventy-four. Seventy-four times over the last twelve months, I’ve laced up my shoes, gotten my stuff together, and headed out the door to put miles behind me, generally to the benefit of some group or another.
That may be a pretty normal cadence for more avid runners than me. For a kid that never put the word “run” in his vocabulary until he was 48, I’m thrilled that I can still do this, and that I’ve stayed interested enough to keep picking ’em up and putting ’em down, all in the name of good causes.
In theory, I was supposed to run this on Election Day, but I couldn’t pull myself away from the news of the day, so I ran this a couple of days after.
I set out after work, trying to clear my head of all the awful stuff I was seeing online and in the news — so much hateful rhetoric, from any side you can think of! With the return to standard time, the sun sets much earlier, and I was gifted with a crisp day on which to take a slow, contemplative walk.
With music in my ears, I ambled down my regular course, and really looked at what was around me. I stopped to pet an old dog that walks the neighborhood (Elvis is his name!), and chatted with his owner. I continued on around the neighborhood, seeing the triplet deer that we’ve been watching most of this year, and watching the Canadian geese soaring overhead.
And, ya know what … I found a little peace.
Whatever we silly ol’ humans are doing with politics — and you can make your own call about the impact of that — nature remains. I’ll still enjoy my quiet walks and runs through God’s glorious creation, and know that no matter what happens — ugly, awful, wonderful, righteous — it’s in His hands, and I’ll just keep on plodding along, one step at a time.