Monday, August 16, 2010

first marathon pre-race report

In honor of race week finally arriving, I present to you my dorkiness in all its glory. This is the pre-race report I sent to some friends before my first marathon, the 2003 Bayshore Marathon in Traverse City, Michigan. The post that follows this one is the post-race report. I can’t believe this was over seven years ago, and I can’t believe Adrienne has listened to me talk about this crap for that long…

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5.19.2003

for those concerned with my attempt to break the world record in the marathon this upcoming weekend.... relax. i'm sure you'll share my confidence once you see my race weekend attire. place your bets, it's sure money.

at the friday night race meeting/registration i will be wearing the following outfit...

hat--coonskin


shirt--090847t85


jacket--082682t89


shoes--KINGS_deluxe_192


pants--

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so that's what i have planned for my first impression... should provide the sort of intimidation i'm looking for...

here's the race day plan...

the hat....pnuthead_desc


the shorts...inm-91


the shin-guards.. probably worn on the thighs....SHGA


the running shoes....rossomoong


the shirt/gown thing...pb14uzz


and, of course, forearm protectors....fl_forearm
this outfilt should give me a good shot at the world record
thanks for your love and support,
lloyd

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

home stretch

If you aren’t already tired of my posts on running, you probably will be soon.

Since 12:37 am Sunday morning, I’ve officially been on my taper for Leadville. Saturday night I did a 23.5 mile group run from Fish Hatchery to the start/finish line in Leadville; since the course is an out-and-back, this was the first and last 23.5 miles of the course. We set off around 8:30 pm and a few hours later we found ourselves at 6th and Harrison in downtown Leadville. There were probably two dozen people, possibly more, out on the trail that night, but I ran the entire way with a guy I met that night who is also attempting his first Leadville. Unlike me, he had already run every section of the course several times, so he was able to guide me through the dark trails. Except for about an hour of rain, it was nice weather. I felt pretty good, but I was eager to get to the finish line because I knew my two week taper awaited me there. At the end of our run, we celebrated with a beer at the Scarlet Tavern.

So how am I feeling about the race? Not surprisingly, I now think about it all the time. About 85% of the time I’m eager for race day to arrive, about 10% of the time I feel anxious, and 5% of the time I feel slightly nauseated—that’s a long way to run! I feel great that I’ve made it this far injury free, and I think my training has been pretty solid.

Although most folks will probably find this overview of my training a bit tedious, I’ve included it mainly as (1) a confidence boosting exercise for myself and (2) for anybody reading this that signs up for a similar event and wants to know the specifics of my training (I’ve spent a lot of time scouring the internet for similar information). Of course, we’ll have to wait until the 21st to judge my training’s effectiveness.

Last October and November I started building up some base miles. Then I started following my training plan in December. Over the last few months, I’ve essentially followed a plan that had me running a 30 to 50 mile route every two to three weeks, with mostly 20 to 24 mile runs in between. For my long runs, I tried to get out the door around 4 am so I could get some practice running in the dark, see the sunrise, and be back home with the rest of the day still ahead of me. Because the Leadville course is anything but flat, virtually all my runs have significant climbing—even the short four milers Adrienne and I run have over 500 feet of climb. I ran the aptly named “Heinous Hill,” a relentless, steep one mile climb in the middle of a ten mile loop near our house that is just level enough to be runnable, probably six or seven times. Far and away, the most lung busting and leg crushing run/hike was the east ridge of Mt. Quandary. When I hiked it for the first time this winter, it took many hours and I had to stop every twenty-or-so steps to regain my breath on the ridge that leads up to the summit (granted, it is a much more difficult climb in winter). Thankfully, I had a much easier time with it this summer. I think I ran/hiked it four times in the last two months but I only summited twice (once I was thwarted by thunder as I started up the final pitch and once a family of mountain goats wouldn’t move off the narrow path halfway up the final pitch). My fastest summit was 1:16 with a roundtrip back to the trailhead in 2:08.

Additionally, for the last few months I’ve been doing P90X—yes the P90X that has been steadily advertised for the last few years via infomercial. If you’re already in decent shape, I highly recommend it. I didn’t follow the nutritional aspects of the program, so I can only speak to the effectiveness of the exercises. It is a really well rounded system, and you’d be hard pressed to find a trainer that could provide a better program. If only I had found this program in seventh grade I could have dominated the Presidential Fitness Challenge. For me the best parts are the yoga and stretching workouts. Distance runners are notoriously inflexible, and I think I was probably towards the more inflexible extreme of that already inflexible cohort. I’m not doing the splits yet, but I’m certainly the most flexible I’ve been since I was Jolee’s age. And I must admit, I always thought yoga was hard simply because I wasn’t flexible, but holy crap, it’s brutally tough. I get sorer from that than from anything else.

So with the inclusion of P90X, this is what my typical week looked like:

Monday: Upper body workout and no running

Tuesday: Plyometrics and run 4 miles

Wednesday: Upper body workout and run 10-12 miles

Thursday: Yoga and run 8 miles

Friday: Leg workout and no running

Saturday: Run 30-50 miles or 20-24 depending on the week

Sunday: Stretch and run 10 miles

Although I only listed stretching on Sunday, I ended up doing it whenever I got the chance; in these last few weeks, I’ve been stretching several times a week. I also managed to throw in a good amount of hiking. Carrying the kids on hikes added to the fun (I only carried them both one time—I learned my lesson)…IMG_5352

Nutrition-wise, I think I eat pretty well. For breakfast on most days I eat oatmeal with ground flaxseed, wheat germ, and some honey. For lunch I eat a lot of peanut butter and jellies and some turkey sandwiches. Adrienne, bless her heart, makes dinner 99% of the time and she feeds us well. She creates a wide variety of meals usually with fresh, local (or as close as we can get to here in Breck) produce. We don’t eat a lot of red meat, but I’ll sometimes have a burger if we go out to eat. I usually have two milk, whey protein, peanut butter, banana, ground flax seed, and wheat germ smoothies everyday too—one within thirty minutes of completing my main workout of the day and one later in the evening. Except for the milk in my smoothies, I pretty much drink only water (I haven’t had a soda or a caffeinated beverage in over ten years). And I probably have two or three beers a week.

For race day, I’m planning on consuming a little more than 200 calories per hour on a liquid diet of Hammer Nutrition’s Perpetuem. I’ll also take one Succeed S!Cap every one to two hours for electrolyte and potassium replacement. Hopefully I can make it the full distance on a liquid diet, but if I’m craving some “real” food, there will be plenty at the aid stations. Before the race, I’ll have a breakfast of yogurt and bananas about three hours before the gun goes off. The night before I’ll have a normal sized meal probably with a chicken breast and baked potato. For those looking for additional nutrition information, check out this article from Hammer Nutrition.

Gear-wise, I’ll be wearing Montrail Mountain Masochist shoes, Dirty Girl Gaiters, Teko Merino Light MiniCrew socks, the Nathan HPL #020 hydration pack with a Camelbak bladder and flow meter (the bite valve on the Nathan bladder is awful) filled with water, a Camelbak Quick Grip bottle filled with concentrated Perpetuem, and the Princeton Tec Apex Pro headlamp.

Additionally, if you’re doing Leadville, here is a great pacer/crew-guide and here is a strategy guide for finishing under 30 hours.

So there you have it in excruciating detail. I think that covers everything. Now I just have to run it.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

sky jumpers

Junie still enjoys “sky jumps”…skyjump1

and now Jolee is getting into the act…skyjump2

sunsets

The sunsets here are amazing. This was tonight’s show:

to the west…sunset1

to the east…sunset2

Saturday, August 7, 2010

we had a good day

Several amazing strokes of luck aligned for Lloyd and me yesterday: the Parents’ Day Out program at a local church was both open and had space for our 2 goofballs (5 hours of freedom for only $44; feels like a bargain to me!), the soaking rains that have been hanging around for over a week relented for the morning, and neither of us had anything else pressing to do.

So, we headed out for a run/hike along the Wheeler trail here in Breckenridge. I’m thinking about attempting the Breck Crest half-marathon September 5th and have hired Lloyd as my coach/consultant/mentor. Lloyd did the full marathon last year and took me out today to expose me to the hardest part of the course so I would have a sense of what I might really be getting myself into with this (and just how insane I am if I really try it).

The trail starts at about 10,000 feet and pretty quickly climbs over 2,000 feet, over approximately 3 miles. It is a bit humbling; we ran the flatter parts and hiked a lot of it. But oh! Breathtaking. Shockingly beautiful. Excessively gorgeous and amazing.

The photos are chronological. Thank you, new camera! Your photos are so much better than our old clunker, at the end held together by a rubberband but refusing for months to finally bite it.

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Lloyd likes this one because I’m in the middle of exclaiming (again) how effing beautiful it is. My hands are trying to emphasize the point.
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Self-portrait; I made Lloyd doff hat and sunglasses for it. I think he was worried about his hair? Just kidding honey! But you do look a little serious.
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I love cloud shadows on mountains. Don’t you?
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Cairn with a tree branch on the left, me small and distant to the right of that.
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Here I am, small and distant again, in an area with a lot of little streams and marshy spots.
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That’s me! That little vertical speck on the trail down there! You can tell who mostly carried the camera….
Lloyd warned me running the steep descent would be the hardest part; indeed, my quads are feeling it. He has told me (several times now) that mountainous ultra-marathons with lots of steep descent often result in “blown quads”. I hate that idea. What does he mean, blown? Is there a popping noise? Or more like a whoopie cushion? Yuck.
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At the summit, looking west.
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Lloyd doing “”contemplative”, per my directions.
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Beer usually makes me smile! Not sure why I seem to be taking it so seriously here! On the deck at Kenosha steakhouse in town, where we enjoyed buffalo burgers and a pint. Glorious! The rains arrived shortly after we started eating and chased us inside to finish. What a day!
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life in color

depressionera1I sometimes think the Depression happened in black and white, but here is a collection of some of the only color photographs of that era. They were taken by the Farm Security Administration and Office of War Information. I hope you find them as interesting and as beautiful as I do.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

My Big Weekend of Mountain Biking

First, HUGE thanks go out to Lloyd, who allowed me to do something completely by myself and for myself for a whole weekend. Wow. And it was amazing, too.

Babes in the Backcountry is badass, and so are the two women who led our weekend, Leslie Ross (founder and owner of the organization), and Annie Black, who runs a local women’s biking group and who Leslie tapped to coach and teach us. These women are incredible: both former racers, both in insanely good shape, both super tough but also sweet, encouraging and affirming. They are absolutely inspiring.

The weekend kicked off with a little wine tasting/social hour at a wine bar, then an hour-long mini bike mechanic lesson. We broke for the night, then started Saturday with a yoga for bikers class led by multi-talented Leslie. We spent the morning on drills and fundamentals, broke for lunch, and did some short group trail rides and impromptu lessons until late afternoon. A several hour break, then we met again for more wine tasting and socializing. Sunday started off with yoga again, then a long group trail ride into the afternoon.

I rented a Trek Fuel EX8 for the weekend and it took me up and down trails all over Breckenridge in great style. Let me just say, we were almost literally riding the trails in our backyard! These are the trails I run 4-5 times a week! It was fun to see them from such a different perspective (specifically, moving past everything much more quickly).

So, my bruise tally is well into double digits (the bruises now fading to a hideous yellow-green). It wasn’t that I fell often, just that when I did fall, it was a real mess. I was one of only two true beginners, and at the beginning I needed a little lesson on such fundamentals as gear shifting. By the end I was cruising down switchbacks and winding up, down, around and through rough singletrack, which we have here in embarrassing abundance. That’s a testament to the skill of the teachers.

Unfortunately, most of the photos are group shots and there really aren’t any of me tearing it up (which I think I did?). Here we all are before our group ride on Sunday. Leslie is in the red jersey, back row, third from the left. Annie is in the front row in black and pink. Maybe you can’t tell from this picture, but the fact that this woman is 56 is mind-bending.

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Group shot taken during a break on our group ride…BabesInTheBackCountry_Jul10 (3)

At the wine, cheese and chocolate tasting Saturday night. No kidding. I’ll be keeping in touch with all 3 gals at the table with me. The hats were schwag Leslie got for us, and she took this shot, which explains why we’re all grinning like goons (that, and the fact that we were at a wine tasting).BabesInTheBackCountry_Jul10 (4)

Annie issuing instructions before some drills. She is also a long-time racing coach, and therefore made us do many goofy things that paid off when we moved off the soccer field and onto the trails…BabesInTheBackCountry_Jul10 (6)

Group ride. That’s Breckenridge ski mountain behind us…BabesInTheBackCountry_Jul10 (7)

This was such a cool group of women. I’m second from the right in black. Behind us, winding up the big hill, is a series of gnarly switchbacks that we rode both up and down.BabesInTheBackCountry_Jul10 (8)

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I’m looking into finding a break on an end-of-the-season demo bike, hopefully the same bike I rented; can’t wait to hit the trails for more!

Sunday, July 25, 2010

birthday party

Our beloved cat Mac turned 15 today. I adopted him in Chicago in September of 1995 when he was just eight weeks old. For a special treat we held a party for him today and he enjoyed his very first can of wet cat food. He seemed to thoroughly enjoy it, so I hope he doesn’t start rejecting the food he’s eaten for the last decade and a half. He may have lost an inch or two off of his vertical leap, but all things considered, he’s in phenomenal shape; most people are shocked when they learn his age. Happy birthday, old buddy.

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bopping their balloons…P1000149

in fine spirits…P1000163

Junie helping Mac blow out his candle…P1000157

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and some photos from the vault. just a few weeks old…2009_07_07_10_58_50

with his old friend, Dottie…2009_07_07_11_01_59

noticeably better picture than the others—of course, taken by my sister Molly…2009_07_07_11_03_18

and in the wild. handsome fella…mac2