Tuesday, February 14, 2012

National Breast Cancer Marathon

National Marathon to Finish Cancer
Jacksonville, FL
Feb 12, 2012

My journey to this event has been a long one.  I began using the Galloway Method of running some 8 or 9 months ago.  During that time, I stumbled across a fantastic podcast by Kevin Gwin called “The Extra Mile Podcast – Galloway Edition”.  Each of the 10 podcast episodes featured an interview with Jeff Galloway.  The podcast program starts the runner basically from ground zero and takes them through a typical Galloway marathon training program in 10 installments, so that by the end of the 10th podcast, you have completed the training program and are ready for your marathon race.
 “The Donna”, as this race is affectionately nicknamed in honor of its founder, Donna Deegan.  A three time breast cancer survivor and Jacksonville, FL news anchor, Donna founded this race back in 2008 to help raise funds for breast cancer research and also to offer financial support to families experiencing financial hardship as a result of their battle with cancer.
The idea that a race was actually donating 100% of its profits to charity is a huge draw for me.  Most races do claim to support various charities, but nowhere else have I heard of one where 100% of the profits are earmarked for charity.  On top of that, “The Donna” is the only marathon in the entire country that offers pace groups that use the Galloway Method.  What that means is that the pace group leaders will actually incorporate walk breaks into their run per the Galloway running formula.  How awesome is that!?!?!?
Another big draw about this race – It takes place in Jacksonville, Florida.  You cross the intracoastal heading out and coming back, affording beautiful views, and then you actually get to run on the beach for 3 miles of the marathon course.  I have a hard time imagining a more inspirational or beautiful backdrop for a race.
In the past, all the road races I’ve run, I felt a bit of an outsider using my Gymboss interval timer and stepping to the side of the race course so I could take my prescribed walk breaks.  The idea of running an entire marathon surrounded by fellow Galloway runners was just awesome.  I figured if I had a chance of achieving a really solid PR, it would be at this race using the Galloway pacers to hopefully help pull me along to a sub 5 hour finish.
Well, that was the plan anyway ;-)
I arrived in Jacksonville mid afternoon on Friday.  I wanted to get to the expo before all the Saturday crowds showed up and I especially wanted to take advantage of getting to listen to Jeff Galloway during some of his breakout sessions.  It was a good move.  The drive down was an uneventful and enjoyable 450 mile road trip.
Race Swag
The expo took place in the Jacksonville Convention Center.  A huge main room packed with tons of vendors.  I picked up my bib and goodie packet (including a really beautiful multicolored backpack) and began perusing all the vendor booths.  I took advantage of Jeff’s mid-afternoon presentation on “Motivation and Mental Toughness”.  I approached Jeff after his presentation to say hello, give him a personal thank you for all that his coaching and advice has done for me and also so I could mention to him that I was an Extra Mile Podcast fan.  What a gracious and personable guy Jeff is!  No matter how chaotic and swirly the environment, as soon as you approached him it was like you entered a sea of calm and he completely focused on you and what you had to say. I also asked him if there were any chance he might do a book on ultra running or similar topics.  He immediately introduced me to Chris Twigg, the Galloway program director and Chris and I talked for some 10 minutes about ultra running and the differences and similarities with marathon training. Of course I got a picture with Jeff while I was there!
Me & Jeff Galloway
After that, I was off to my hotel to check in, unpack and do a bit of relaxing.
Joan Benoit Samuelson
The next day, Saturday, was the main expo day and the place was packed.  I did a bit of shopping at the expo, caught another presentation by Jeff Galloway, listened to Bart Yasso and Hal Higdon as well.  My main goal for the expo was to hear Joan Benoit Samuelson’s talk.  Among her many running accomplishments, Joan won gold at the 1984 summer Olympics in the marathon event.  She was so unassuming and humble up at the podium but you still got the feel that this was a woman made of steel.  She was sporting a cast or brace on her ankle from a recent skiing injury, so she wouldn’t be running the marathon with the rest of us and you could tell she was hugely disappointed.  She shared a bunch of personal stories and fielded some questions from the audience that she answered with a unique spin.  She seemed to focus a lot on the personal commitment aspects of running.
I met briefly with my DailyMile friend Kristin from Colorado and her daughter.  Kristin was shooting for a BQ at this race and was totally psyched.  I also bumped into Adam Tinkoff (Zen Runner) while perusing one of the booths and enjoyed getting to chat with him for a few minutes.  Adam and I made plans to rendezvous in the hotel lobby the next morning at 5 and catch the shuttle to the race together so we could have some time to visit with each other.
On Ramp to enter beach
I left the expo at around 3:30 as I wanted to head out along a bit of the marathon course to see what was in store.  I headed across the intracoastal on the bridge I’d be running the very next day and parked at a local city park where the race course first takes you out onto the beach.  It was a gorgeous afternoon.  Cool temps, brisk wind, blue skies.  The beach was deserted.  I decided to just walk a mile or two up the beach along the course and then head back to my car.  It was lovely and I imagined in my mind what the beach might look like the next morning filled with thousands of runners.

View down Jacksonville Beach


Jacksonville Pier
Off Ramp
On the way back to my hotel, I found a Target and ran in to try and pick up some inexpensive outerwear that I could use in the morning to keep me warm and then cast off along the side of the race course once I started to warm up.  I scored a red plaid lumberjack hoodie lined with heavy weight fleece for just $8.  I was going to be sorry to give this one up ;-)

Me and Zen (Adam Tinkoff)
Race morning came way early.  Like 3:30 in the morning early.  Temps when I awoke were in the high 20s.  Zen Runner and I would be meeting in the hotel lobby and walking over to the nearest shuttle stop from there.  A banana, some coffee, going over my gear for the last time, applying my temporary race pace tattoo…the time flew by.  Zen and I headed out to the shuttle at 5.  Just as we walked up, a shuttle bus was pulling away.  Just a half dozen folks were left in the parking lot, so we joined the line.  Little did we know that the wait would be long, cold and rather stressful.  By 5:30, we were really starting to get a bit concerned that perhaps they had forgotten us.  By that time, there were well over a hundred runners lined up behind us, huddled up in coats and blankets in the dark.  Finally, at 5:37, a bus pulled up and we crammed in as many runners as we could.  People were sitting on one another’s laps, standing in the aisles, cramming in wherever they could.
We arrived at the runners village in the dark.  They had plenty of lighting available, but I still felt a little disoriented trying to figure out where I was supposed to go.  I’m so glad we had a little bit of time before the schedule 6:30 start.  Portajohn visits, runners bag check, finding the appropriate starting corral for my predicted finish time and I was all set.  Thousands of runners were grouped in the starting corrals.  I wasn’t exactly with the 5:00 pace group, but at least I could see their banner up ahead.  Officials announced the race would be delayed and there was a general groan from the crowd.  No surprise there though as I think our shuttle bus woes were just the tip of the iceberg.
Runners gathering in their start corrals in the dark
At roughly 6:50, the starting cannon fired, the sky was filled with confetti and lights and we were off!  They had a huge jumbotron type screen above the starting line and there were camera crews all over the place so you could see the mass of runners on the screen as they crossed the start line.


We were packed pretty closely and moving along at a shuffle.  I would say I was roughly 2/3 of the way back in the crowd.  Lots of elbow rubbing and jostling, but everybody was in a good mood and just glad to be moving at last in the cold morning temps.  As we began the turn onto the highway that would take us over the intracoastal, I was able to catch the 5:00 pace group and hang with them.  As we crossed the waterway, the sun was making it’s first appearance on the horizon and the skies were illuminated in a magical glow of oranges and pinks. 
The pace group was great to hang with those first few miles.  They used a 2:1 run:walk ratio and announced each change over between running and walking by raising their arm.  I would say that our pace group numbered roughly 20-25 people at this point.  I had no problem keeping up with them as we made our way over the first few miles.  As always, those first few walk breaks always feel unnecessary, but I knew that they were putting endurance in the bank for the later miles.
By mile 2, I was feeling all warmed up and was able to cast aside the heavy fleece coat.  Temps were still right at freezing, but with gloves, hat , running tights , arm warmers and wind breaker, I was doing fine.  I pulled ahead of the pace group at this point, trying to put just a few minutes to my credit so that I could take advantage of a potty break at some point in the near future.  As we turned onto the beach, I looked to my left to see miles of runners strung out along the hard packed sand for as far as the eye could see.  It was a pretty awesome sight.  The wind was pretty brisk out there on the exposed beach, but with the sound of crashing waves to my right, beautiful clear blue skies and the warmth of the early sun’s rays touching our skin, it was all good.



Two miles up the beach, the half marathoners make their turn for home while the full marathoners head under the Jacksonville Pier and continue on up the beach for another mile.  At the turnoff for the full marathon course, we climbed up over the sand dunes one last time and hit hard pavement again.  At this point, I made my first pit stop.  I was a few minutes ahead of the 5:00 pace group, so I knew I had some time.  As I exited the portalet, I was relieved to see the 5:00 pace group just making their way by.  I fell in line with them and resumed my 2:1 ratios.
It was about now that I got my first inkling that things weren’t exactly right for me.  I was starting to feel a little queasy and had a bit of an uneasiness in my gut.  I had been conservatively sipping on my nutrition flask .  It was a slurry of Hammer Perpetuem powdered drink and Hammer Gels.  A tried and true concoction that I’d used on all my long training runs without issue.  Unfortunately, something was going amiss today and my gut was starting to make itself known.  I hung with the pace group until around the 8 mile mark and then I had to make another pit stop.  I wasn’t too concerned yet as I knew I could catch them again, but that second stop was only the beginning of a long line of pit stops for me.  
I was able to keep running at my planned race pace, but literally every mile or two, I was scrambling to find another portajohn.  Lower GI upset is no fun at any time, but on a 26.2 mile run, it can be disastrous.  My planned race, that I had worked so hard for and that had started so well, was falling by the wayside.  Mentally, I was disappointed for sure, but I never even contemplated giving up.  The race was not going anything like I had planned.  I was hopelessly behind the 5 hr pace group that I had traveled hundreds of miles to be a part of.  I wasn’t able to fall in with any other runners for companionship because every mile or two, I had to make a pit stop.  


The crowd support was awesome though and they invariably kept me smiling with their cheers and decorations, signs and antics.  I settled in within myself to just do the best I could.
By mile 18, my body was really starting to flag.  At this point, I decided to cut myself back to a 1 minute run:1 minute walk ratio just to try and regroup.  I started taking some additional food from the aid stations (orange slices were my favorite) and tried to regain some energy and strength.  This strategy seemed to serve me well and by mile 21, I was back on track with my original 2:1 ratios and feeling stronger.
Race Pace Tattoo
Earlier this morning, I had applied a temporary race tattoo on my left forearm that had given me the mile splits for my original finish time goal of 5:00.  Looking at these splits and comparing it to my present location, it looked like even with all my pit stops (a total of 7 of them!), if I pushed it these last few miles, I had a good chance of coming in right at 5:15.  Still a fabulous achievement for me as my previous marathon time had been a 5:52.
At mile 22 we turn back onto Hwy 202 to cross the intracoastal and bring it on to the home stretch.  I was really focusing on my time at this point and pushing myself to hit those mile marker points to keep me on track for a 5:15.  The 5:15 pace group was still behind me (I couldn’t even see them yet) and I wanted to keep it that way. 
The bridge over the intracoastal is the only “hill” along the entire course.  You cross it on the way out at mile 1 and on the way back at mile 25.  The bridge is a big gathering point for spectators.  There were large groups of them lining the bridge holding signs, cheering us on and helping us make that one last push.  Hitting the 25 mile mark, my watch was telling me that I still had to keep pushing myself if I wanted to make the 5:15 mark.  I managed to give it one last push up and over the crest of the bridge and enjoyed the feeling of relief to see the downhill slope ahead of me. 
The last mile flew by for me as I ran down the last of Hwy 202, took the curvy off ramp and headed on in for the home stretch.  As soon as you leave the off ramp, you can hear and see the finish line up ahead.  It’s a straight half mile shot down the finish line shoot and I ran it with all I had left.  The final hundred yards are lined with bleachers and cheering crowds and was quite a welcome sight.  As I approached the finish line, the emotions just welled up inside of me for all that I had endured to get there and I was overcome with tears.  Tears of relief and exhaustion and emotions I couldn’t fully describe.  It had been one heck of a race.  Although things hadn’t gone as planned, I had completed the race, endured some serious discomfort, and improved my previous marathon time by over 38 minutes!  My final race chip time: 5:13:44.



Postscript: Looking back at my experience, I came away with a few thoughts and observations. I had traveled 450+ miles across several states so that I could run with a specific Galloway pace group and rely on them to help carry me to a 5 hour finish.  Not even 1/3 of the way into the race, that plan completely fell apart and the remainder of the race, I had to rely on myself and my own resolve to carry me through.  Yes, it would have been fabulous to hang with that pace group the entire way and achieve a sub 5 hour marathon, but perhaps the way things turned out was even better.  I really had to dig deep to finish this race.  My stomach issues were completely unexpected and could have proved disastrous.  Despite it all, I toughed it out and achieved a very satisfying finish.  My Garmin has a neat feature that tells me not only my time, pace, splits, elevation, etc, but it also tells me what my “moving time” was.  i.e. the time I actually spent running and not in a portajohn or waiting in line for a portajohn.  If I look at my “moving time” for this race, it was a 4:51 race!  Basically, each of my 7 portajohn pitstops cost me roughly 3 minutes or more.
I am confident that I will hit a sub 5 hour marathon finish in my not too distant future ;-)


WARNING: Boring technical stuff follows.  Only real geek runners need proceed, and even they must use caution.

Nutrition plan:
Pre-race dinner:  tortilla chips, tortilla stuffers on whole wheat tortillas with some salsa and sour cream.  I also indulged in 1 blueberry beer.
Race morning breakfast was a banana and some coffee, maybe 6 oz water upon waking.
Race nutrition – about 1K calories of a Perpetuem/Hammer Gel slurry mixed up in my 20 oz handheld and topped off with 5 electorlyte capsules that I threw in the bottle the night before to try and make them dissolve.  I mixed the gel, water and electrolyte caps the night before and stored in the fridge.  Morning of the race I added in the Perpetuem powder and topped it off with a bit more water.

Gear:
Asics 3020 Gel, size 10.5
Injinji toe socks
Asics tights
New I LOVE 26.2 bamboo t-shirt
Asics arm warmers
Windbreaker
Fleece ponytail hat
Bandana
Nathan Handheld 20 oz
Spibelt to hold my iPhone for Endomondo tracking.
Red plaid lumberjack fleece hoodie!

Post race nutrition:
within first 30 min - Banana, water,
within 1 hour - hot chicken noodle soup, more water,
within 2 hours of finish - 2 beers, Recovery bar, more water

Total expenses – roughly $500
$130 for race registration
$170 for 3 nights at the hotel
$200 for gas
I ate all my meals in my hotel room (Homestead Suites) as I had a kitchenette for food preparations.
My Mile Splits (7 "blips" for potty breaks!)

Friday, February 3, 2012

My First Ultra Running Event

Early morning sun on the All American Trail



Saturday, January 28th, 2012
NC Fat Ass 50K along the All American Trail in Fort Bragg, NC
sponsored by the Mangum Track Club 

My first ultra event! I couldn’t resist throwing my hat in the ring on this one as it was being held exactly one year to the day from when I first started running. I’ve come a long way in the past 12 months and felt that this was a fitting celebration of that.

What is a "Fat Ass" event? Well, in the running world, the term "Fat Ass" generally implies no registration fees, no awards or medals, no aid, and no whining. Gotta love that type of advertising for a running event. This was an out and back course along the All American Trail skirting the edges of Fort Bragg. Predominantly pine forest woodlands with a compacted sand and needle strewn footbed.  It was an absolutely gorgeous day with morning temps in the mid to high 30's and afternoon temps topping out in the low 60's.
A view down the trail
Staying warm before the start.

The registration field was limited to 75 folks. (I don’t think they counted the two dogs that participated in that registration cap, but I could be wrong.)
Pre-race briefing
One of the race "officials"
Race Strategy – Going into this ultra I really didn’t have a lot of experience to draw upon. I have an “A race” scheduled for mid February where I was going to be trying to significantly improve upon my previous marathon time. I didn’t want this ultra to be an all out effort. Rather a long run with a bit of “oomph” if you will. As I lay in bed Friday night contemplating the upcoming race, I settled upon a goal of somewhere between a 12:30 and 13:00/mile pace. With my “magic mile” still being just under 9 minutes, I felt that this was a challenging enough training run goal while still leaving me some gas in the tank for my marathon at The Donna on Feb 12th.
 
I wanted to start the race slow and finish strong and that’s exactly what I did. The first half of the race, I was pretty much dead last, but I was content to do my 1:1 ratios and chug on through. The trail was fairly forgiving. Not completely flat, but definitely not so challenging as to leave you gasping on the climbs. I knew that if I stuck to my strategy, I’d reel in the folks that had gone out too fast and were suffering.
Beautiful blue skies
 
My one “issue” during the first half was a pain in the front of my left ankle. At around mile 10, I was feeling a sharp pain in the front of my left ankle with each step. I had on gaiters and so I was not able to see the front of my shoe and rather than stop my run and fix the problem at hand I stupidly opted to motor on and tough it out. Ahhhh! Wrong decision.
 
I’d recently tried re-lacing my running shoes with a different methodology to free up some more space in the toe box and hopefully prevent more lost toe nails. Well, in the last week or two, I had noticed that this new lacing pattern had put some pressure on the front of my ankle and resulted in some discomfort. So I dialed back the lacing pattern to leave some more holes open, but today showed me that my fix had been insufficient.
 
Again and again on my longer distance runs I am reminded of the importance of dealing with difficulties in the NOW. A tiny niggling pain might be nothing on a 5 or 6 mile run, but compounded over 20 or 30 miles or more, they become major problems. As an ignorant newbie, I waited until the pain became absolutely unbearable (at around mile 15) before I addressed the problem. Finally, after reaching the turnaround point, I unlaced my shoe an additional eye hole to release the pressure, popped 2 ibuprofens and motored on. It took another 2-3 miles before the pain dissipated, but finally I felt some relief.

Interestingly enough, I think my 2nd half was faster than my first. I stuck with my Galloway intervals the first half (last place runner be dammed), but at the turnaround, I honestly felt a bit of a surge. This was the first time where I started to see runners in front of me. Except for the first mile or two, I had felt very alone. I was OK with that, but it was rather isolating. Once I got near the turnaround point, I saw runners on their return leg and started to see runners off in the distance ahead of me. The human contact seem to energize me and I set my sights on runners that were in front of me and slowly reeled them in.
I was tired, no doubt, but I still felt strong. At mile 17 a herd of 8 or more deer crossed the trail right in front of me and their energy and beauty revitalized me.
I’d gotten into a rhythm where breaking my running stride to switch over to walking actually became a bit more painful. I found myself altering my run:walk ratios to more of a 3:1 or 4:1 depending on the terrain. It really hurt more to walk than to shuffle run.
 
At about the 30 mile point, I caught up to 2 runners who I had been following for miles. Sean and Anthony had been leading me for the past hour. We were all doing walk breaks on the uphills and pounding away at a run where we could. It was heartening to me to always have them in my sites. This went on for some 7+ miles. Each of them had been running their own race, Anthony in the lead, Sean just a bit behind. At one point I saw them reach out and offer a handshake to one another as Sean closed the gap. I knew that I’d like to hang with such friendly runners ;-).
 
Just crossed the finish line!
I'm an ultra runner!
So at the last mile or so, I kicked it up a bit and caught up with them. I just said a casual hello and said I’d like to hang with them. We ran the next mile completely in sync, just getting to know one another and enjoying our fellowship. Once we saw the finish line up head, we all three took heart and tacitly agreed to run it on in. Stride for stride all three of us headed up the final hill to the finish. I don’t think any of us cared who was first, we just did it together.

Post race: Delight, celebration, euphoria…Those first few moments of crossing the line were magical, but what I may have enjoyed even more was the easy sense of fellowship that I fell into immediately following the race’s completion. (Taking a quick discreet sponge bath in front of my vehicle and changing into dry clothes was pretty heavenly too.)

Mark Long, the event coordinator, would hang out at the trailhead until the very last runners came home. Several of us set up our chairs behind his vehicle to enjoy the warmth of the afternoon sun. Plenty of food and beverages at hand, stories and laughter to share. A nice way to close out the day. I was so happy and content. A huge thank you to all the runners, the volunteers, the Mangum Track Club, my trail angel (Don), and Mark Long for all their hard work in making my experience such an awesome one!

Enjoying a celebratory beer!
My husband, Paul, had commented to me a few weeks earlier that my newfound running endeavors were my replacement for the Appalachian Trail. While nothing can ever replace my Appalachian Trail experiences, my honey has it right on so many levels. I’m a happy, happy camper and feeling “at home” for the first time in many years. Cheers!

Some technical notes for the geekier folks (me included):

Gear: Asics Gel 3020s, Injinji toe socks, Dirty Girl Gaiters, running shorts, Moving Comfort Fiona Run Bra, Under Armour Charged Cotton Tee, Asics arm warmers, Nathan Intensity Hydration Vest (70 oz capacity), Amphipod Handheld 20 oz water bottle, Garmin 310XT, Gymboss Interval Timer, iPhone set to track my run using Endomondo, Under Armour Visor.

Fueling and Hydration – Started the run with a hand held 20 oz bottle filled with a slurry of Hammer Perpetuem and Hammer Gels with a little bit of water. Just about as thick as pancake batter. I was able to pack 1000 calories into this flask. I also wore my Nathan Hydration vest with 70 oz of water.
 
My plan was to try and consume roughly 150 calories per hour and about 15-20 oz of water per hour plus 1 or 2 Endurolyte capsules for electrolytes depending on the heat. This race started with temps in the high 30’s and finished with full sun and temps in the high 60’s.
 
I had set my Garmin to go off every 30 minutes. This would consciously remind me to down some calories and pop an Endurolyte. Early in the run, when the temps were cooler, I probably averaged just 1 Endurolyte per hour. By noon though, I had upped that to one Enudorolyte every 30 minutes. I had experienced some calf cramps in my previous marathon (Raleigh City of Oaks back in November 2011), so I was trying to avoid repeating that situation. Current system worked like a charm.
 
At the turnaround point (15.5 miles), my water was just about out, so I refilled my hydration pack. By around mile 25, my fuel bottle ran out. Luckily, my new friend, Don Dees, had left me stashes of bananas and PB and J’s along the course and I availed myself of those to power me through the end. I had some pop tarts stashed in my backpack as emergency fuel, but I really was feeling averse to high sugar food during the run.
 
The aid stations that we were offered at this Fat Ass event (3 stations) had potato chips, pretzels and cookies. I mostly just took advantage of water to wash my face and grabbed a very small handful of salty chips before moving on. The sugary goods had no appeal for me. I had some stomach/GI upset at my first marathon and in hindsight, I think it may have been from the M&M’s I scarfed at a couple of the aid stations. I have since learned that what I really crave on these longer runs is non-sugary carbs. Bananas, PB&Js, my Hammer products.
I never felt like I bonked on this run. Yes, I got tired, but I think my fueling and hydration were pretty consistent throughout.

Trail profile from my Garmin