Thursday, November 13, 2008
Henry at the age of 3
I was a proud pappa and Henry received a medal, Gatorade bottle and a t-shirt. He was elated. Henry went on to do two more Ironman kids races and had great fun doing them. Just play no training. Then this summer when Henry had turned 8, I asked him if he wanted to do a 5K with me and he said yes why not. I talked to Pete Stringer, my ultra mentor, about kids and running and whether I should run next to him or let him run his own race. We decided that he should run his own race. I would run with my 2 year old Fredrik in a stroller right behind him. In terms of training I took Henry to the track once and had him run 3 x 800s at even pace followed by 800 walks in between. It was amazing that he ran them evenly within a second or two without a watch. I still have problems with that. Henry complained that it was harder to walk than to run. I was very protective (probably overly so) and didn't want him to get injured. We never went back to the track after that session. Henry had enough of other activities and I didn't want to push him into something he didn't enjoy so I laid low. Henry played tennis and biked quite a bit as it was. Henry has always been active so I wasn't worried that he wasn't fit.
We had entered the Children's Memorial Run in Milford Connecticut on Sunday October 26th a few days before my 200 mile run. I felt fine and I was going to enjoy every minute of my sons run. On the morning of the run when we were getting ready to leave, Henry looks at me and says with confident eyes, "pappa you know I play a lot of tag in school and I run a lot then". I smiled and saw that he wanted assure me that he was prepared for the 5K. Ok I said to him let's get in the car and go." My wife had also said to Henry that morning that "no matter what pappa says to you you can quit whenever you want to remember that". Henry nodded and I wasn't disagreeing. Henry has always been a pleaser and I was aware of that. We arrived in Milford, it was cold probably in the high 30s at first but the sun was out in its full glory it was going to be a gorgeous day. The course was supposed to be fast. I was excited for Henry and we walked over to the registration table were Henry got his first race number bib #929. Henry was dressed in basket ball shorts a hooded sweatshirt and a beanie hat. I guess that's the new running generation I thought to myself. He had a pair of New Balance running shoes that he simply loved. He was ready to go and so were Fredrik and I. And we were off. We started out in the far back since I had a stroller and I didn't want Henry to feel discouraged by a ton of people running past him. I'd rather see him progress through the field if he felt good. Henry settled in his own pace we had no pace in mind. I wanted him to run this as free as possible. I had not tried to impose proper posture nor stride, it is way too soon for that. I wanted him to simply enjoy it. The sun and the weather made the run incredible. Fredrik was also enjoying watching his brother now working his way through the field. I was so proud and I could tell that Henry was enjoying it too. There was one aid station and Henry ran through it as a pro grabbing a cup squeezing it and off he went. As we approached the last quarter mile I could not contain myself, I wanted to tell him something that would get him going for a strong finish and I pulled up one of his words that is often exchanged among his friends at school when something is real cool. I said: "Henry that is totally sick what you're doing man!" and as he did when he was three years old seeing the finish line he kicked in the afterburners and finished in 29 minutes and 54 seconds! A 9:39 minute mile. 126th place overall of 230 runners and he won his age group 12 and under.
Henry at the age of 8 and Fredrik 2.
I was so proud. It really didn't matter that he won just that he finished mattered probably more to me than it did to him. All fathers knows what this feeling is like it almost overwhelms you. Whether Henry will run again is up to him. I will support him if he wants to. Pushing is the worst thing you can do. It has to come from within. A theme I will elaborate more on from my 200 mile run. As with my other Time For Lyme supporters I had the honor to ask Henry a few pointed questions about this first 5K:
C: Thank you for becoming another Time For Lyme supporter. You just ran your first 5K at the age of 8, can you tell us what that felt like?
H: It felt great but my legs started to hurt in the end.
C: How much preparation have you done leading up to this race?
H: I play tennis once a week and I usually bike 1-2 times a week and I play a lot of tag at school.
C:What is your favorite subject in school?
C: What is your favorite sport?
C: Why do you think raising awareness for Lyme disease is so important?
H: I think because more people get sick and we don't want that.
C: Thank you son!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Race breifing. I didn't know if we were the four brave ones or the four fools who had entered this race. I was dressed like the Michelin man. I was not going to freeze ontop of that mountain. I'd rather peel of clothes than to start shivering.
Going for lap number 8 on the first 100. My first century.
Standing top of Joe's Hill on a toasty warm Saturday morning...(the warmest day). Most of the snow had melted but it would soon again get in the teens when darkness swiftly visited. Boy do I love Ensure too bad I ran out of them...
Kevin pulled up in his car next to me playing a tune "You had a bad day...." I was cold and tired and lightly amused. This is somwhere between 190-200. Can't this be over now....
My absolute favorite picture! Two rookies and one mission Lyme Awareness or Don Quixote (me) and his squire Sancho Panza (Kevin - The Ultimate Crew Chief). We laughed at ourselves but we got the job done. Here at mile 195 getting ready to run the last 5 miles to the finish. It wasn't pretty....but I got there thanks to Joe and Kevin. Lasting memories
There is Hope. Anyone can do it if you've got the fire in the belly!
Joe Desena, an exercise freak himself, showed incredible unselfishness and paced me for 30 miles to get my mission done! You're the man Joe! I will never forget that.
Pretty feet don't you think....this is just after an ice bath.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
A small step for me and hopefully a giant leap for Lyme awareness.
Race report will follow it might take a few days.
Thank you all for your support.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Lyme disease for a runner is what sand in an engine would do.
Yasso joined Runner's World in 1987 to develop the groundbreaking Runner's World Race Sponsorship Program, creating a vehicle for Runner's World to work with over 7,000 races representing 4 million runners per year. In 2007, Bart was inducted into the Running USA Hall of Champions.
Yasso also invented the Yasso 800s, a marathon-training schedule used by thousands around the world. He is one of the few people to have completed races on all seven continents from the Antarctica marathon to the Mt. Kilimanjaro marathon. In 1987, Yasso won the U.S. National Biathlon Long Course Championship and won the Smoky Mountain Marathon in 1998. He has also completed the Ironman five times and the Badwater 146 through Death Valley. He has also cycled, unsupported and by himself, across the country twice.
When I called Bart up on the phone I was bit nervous. Bart inducted to the Running Hall of Champions did not make me feel any calmer. He didn't know me I was just a regular guy who is trying to raise Lyme awareness. When Bart picked up the phone and said "Bart" I felt already at ease. His voice was friendly. I told him what I was about to do and he was very supportive of my quest. He said "Let me know how I can help you and I will".
In his recently released autobiography "My life on the run" he recalls a visit to the doctors in 2006: (excerpt)
"....my Lyme disease returned with a vengeance, inflating my knees like basket balls. I went to see my doctor again, and he did an MRI. The scan showed degenerative joint damage in the right knee and ample evidence of arthritis. "Your running days are over,"my doc told me. "I can't run marathons anymore?" "No you can't run". I left the office in a fog.....In the end I didn't quit. I decided that however many miles more there were left in my body, I would use them judiciously, waiting for a glorious morning when it would be neither too hot or too cold, and then only running on a scenic trail. I still consider myself a lifetime runner, but only 2-3 miles at a time. I made peace with it after recognizing that running isn't how far you go but how far you have come."
Bart has been a great supporter and I had the opportunity to ask Bart a few questions of interest.
C: Bart, first I would like to thank you for becoming another Team Time For Lyme supporter. I know that you have just come out with your book "My life on the run" can you tell us a little about the book?
B: My book tells the story of runner just going out for a one mile run 31 years ago and ends about running on all seven continents and ends up with the coolest job in the world the CRO at Runner's World.
C: Being a busy man, how much do you run per week these days?
B: I do my best to run once per week 3 to 4 miles on a soft surface. It doesn't always work I haven't run a step the past 3 weeks.
C: What is your proudest running moment?
B: Getting inducted in to the Running USA hall of champions. I got inducted for all work I did for the sport not so much for my running accomplishments.
C: I know that your wife is an avid ultra marathoner. Do you have any plans to do another ultra?
B: My wife still runs lots of ultras. I haven't run an ultra in 6 years. I hope someday I can return and do one and only one ultra, Comrades.
C: Why do you think raising awareness for Lyme disease is so important?
B: I still think we don't know enough about the disease I would like to help people not contract the disease so nobody has to suffer the pain associated with Lyme.
C: Thank you Bart for supporting Time For Lyme
B: Thanks for reaching out to me I wish you the best on the NE 200!
For donations to support Lyme research (via www.timeforlyme.org) please visit: http://www.timeforlyme.org/news-one-mans-race.html
Thank you for all of your support and feel free to forward this blog to anyone you know.
Bart Yasso supporter of Team Time For Lyme.
Friday, October 24, 2008
I think of myself as a decent student when it comes to preparation for a race. Whether the outcome is successful or not I would hate to have had simple things go wrong (but it still does at times helas) that you can control. When I signed up with an online ultra forum earlier this year I met so many fantastic people with one common interest and love - running. As the months went by, I had the opportunity to become closely acquainted with a few members of the forum and one person really stood out - Pete Stringer. Pete, 67, an ultra veteran and a very popular figure in his own neck of the woods, Cape Cod. He is humble, low key, polite and exudes a passion for running that few have and some ever will. I have always put high stock in experience, we all are humans and the next generations are not "Superman" meaning they will not deviate much in terms of what they will endure compared to what their predessessors went through. It is true though that we do evolve a bit and we adopt new strategies that can help us. But Pete possesses invaluable experiences and I see him as important mentor for my ultra running endeavors which by the way also has a lot in common with life in general, such as pacing for example. When I finished my Pittsfield Peaks 50 miler race up in Vermont in June earlier this year, I met many truly nice ultra runners. I spoke to one of them Steve Pero, who also knew Pete. Steve said to me: "wait until you meet Pete, he's not your average 67 year old". Pete is built with arms and legs that would make most people envious. Steve also mentioned how he battled with Pete in the Vermont 100 in the late 90s where they were neck and neck pushing each others limits. When I mentioned earlier this year to Pete that I was doing a 200 mile ultra in Vermont to raise awareness for Lyme Disease Pete did not hesitate and said "I'm in". Pete who has several dear friends battling this fickle disease knows that we need to deal with this now and not later. In August I was fortunate to meet with Pete and his wonderful wife Jane in person. Pete got to meet my family and we felt like we were old friends already. Pete has a lot of friends due to his great humility. Among Pete's many ultras Leadville 100 miler is one of his absolute favorite races. A race with an average altitude of 9,000 feet in the Rockies. He has run Vermont 100 in 19 hours and change in his late 50s which is incredible. He conducts a running clinic in his own town where he grew up. Running is a way of life for him no question about it. I managed to ask Pete a few questions that might interest you all.
C: Pete, what would you tell people is the biggest misconception about ultra marathoners?
P: That we are naturally, specially endowed or gifted.
C: What is your favorite distance and surface? 50K, 50 miles, 100K or 100 miles or other?
P: Favorite distance is 50 miles and favorite surface is hard packed dirt.
C: What is your proudest ultra moment?
P: Proudest ultra moment is running 19 hours at Vermont 100 in 1998 at the age of 57 or breaking the age group (60-69) 50 mile record at the Nifty 50 in 7 hours and 50 minutes.
C: What's your strategy to tackle this 200 mile ultra marathon in Pittsfield Vermont on October 30th?
P: To go one loop with patience and then figure it out from that.
C: Why do you think raising awareness for Lyme disease is so important?
P: I have seen Lyme disease disable a good friend and feel that better awareness would have vastly increased her chances and others.
C: Thank you Pete and I will see you up in Pittsfield!
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Thank you for all of your support and feel free to forward this blog to anyone you know.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Team Time For Lyme has been fortunate to have gotten support from the first American to have climbed all 8,000 meter peaks without supplemental oxygen. A feat literally breath taking. Ed Viesturs is America's leading high altitude mountaineer, having climbed many of the world's most challenging summits, including ascending Mount Everest six times. He completed a 16-year quest to climb all 14 of the world's highest mountains (above 8,000 meters) without the use of supplemental oxygen. In doing so, he became the first American and the 5th person in the world to accomplish this. He reached the summit of his 14th peak, Annapurna, on May 12, 2005.
Ed felt compelled to support the quest better research for Lyme Disease since in the past 30 years little has been accomplished. I was able to take some time out of Ed's tough schedule and ask him a few questions of interest:
C: Ed, first I would like to thank you for becoming a Team Time For Lyme supporter. Tell me what adventure is in store for you at the moment?
E: I have plans to climb Aconcagua in . Then I am planning to go to Nepal in the spring to climb something fun and new-perhaps an unclimbed peak with a couple of friends.
C: Having read your great book "No short cuts to the top" are you planning to write a new book and if so what will be about?
E: I have a couple of books planned - an undated version of my photo book Himalayan Quest and another book based on one of my 8000 meter climbs with some historical perspective.
C: Having climbed K2 yourself what are your thoughts about the recent K2 incident?
E: It's a tough and unforgiving mountain. One always needs to be prepared for things to go wrong and it seems like some of the climbers were simply unprepared or didn't have the skills or equipment to rescue themselves. You can't rely on others to initiate a rescue at these extreme altitudes. Many of the climbers also climbed far too late into the day and watched the sun set while they were on the summit-when that happens your margin of safety is almost non-existent.
C: I have heard that you have run some marathons and have a good set of lungs what is your marathon PR?
E: I have only run one marathon-the in 2006. I ran a 3:15 and was quite pleased.
C: Why do you think raising awareness for Lyme disease is so important?
E: This will help educated people about the disease and also alleviate some of the fears about being outside and enjoying the great open spaces we all can enjoy.
C: Thank you Ed for taking some time out of your busy schedule and for supporting Team Time For Lyme. All the best to your future endeavors!
For donations to support Lyme research (via www.timeforlyme.org) please visit:
Thank you for all of your support and feel free to forward this blog to anyone you know.
Ed Viesturs supporting Team Time For Lyme!
To know more about Ed Viesturs please visit his website http://www.edviesturs.com/
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Well today's forecast calls for light snow up in Pittsfield with a temperature with windchill at 27F. This is daytime temperature. This temperature reflects the town of Pittsfield not what the mountains will provide.
As much as I don't trust the 10 day forecast I was amused to see that on Tuesday Oct 28th of next week had a note attached stating "Grab your skis"!! Well let's hope this race does not have too much snow on the mountain or it could become the east coast version of the mid western Arrowhead Ultra.
In addition to the temperatures there will also be other obstacles to contend with such as:
- Close to 60% of the entire race will be run in darkness due to the season. This is the biggest challenge in my opinion. We all know how we run at night.
- The cumulative elevation ascent and descent will make the muscles work for sure
- Heavy slippery fresh foliage on the ground covering rocks, branches and "critters"
- Rock hard uneven ground or muddy slippery hills
- Keeping your fluids from freezing in your bottles
- Bears - looking for a last meal prior to hibernation (not a big concern but a possibility)
- Hunters - looking for a meal. We will run on private property to reduce this risk but you never know. I will wear bright colors.
Monday, October 20, 2008
"No man can live this life (in the desert) and emerge unchanged. He will carry, however faint, the imprint of the desert, and will have within him the yearning to return." - Sir Wilfred P. Thesinger
Some stats on the funeral run:
For the first 50 and 100 miles it is the Aimee Trail Loop :
The Aimee trail loop is 12.5 miles
The Aimee trail loop profile is 3440 elevation per 12.5 mile lap
The total elevation on this 100 miles is 27520
For the second 100 miles
The South hill loop is 10 miles
South hill loop is about 1600’ of elevation per lap.
So that adds up to 16,000’ of climb over 100 miles.
So the total elevation over 200 miles is 43,520…wow unless you train at Everest I guess.
Their will be 2 on the first 100 miles (12.5 mile loop)
Their will be 2 aid stations on the second 100 miles (10 mile loop)
Aid stations are roughly ½ way through the loops.
People can camp in the Aimee farm barn. They can change, rest, sleep, daydream or do whatever they need to do to get through their challenge.
We will have food at each of the aid stations as well as water. I personally hate HEED but if you guys like it let us know.
This will be a small event but extremely well run. It will be brutal but we will do everything in our power to get you through 50-100 or 200 miles whichever it is you are trying to accomplish. The trail is incredible, the weather has been perfect, it will be well marked fires will be going at night at both aid stations. Please remember to bring gear that you may want to leave at the primary
. Also not sure if everyone knows about our participant that is attempting to be the ONLY finisher of all of the PEAK races this year, and entitling him to receive coveted $10,000.00 purse.
Good Luck to all and please help convince some friends to come run/walk/or hike. If it doesn’t kill you it may make you stronger.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
God knows that I never had the natural running anatomy. My toes and
knees pointed extremely inwards at birth and my mother was worried that I would have issues later in life. She sent me to PTs to try to correct the problem. I still think of how my feet should be pointing straight forward. I can still rotate my toes inwards and point them behind my center line (more than 90 degrees). I was still very athletic in my youth but never ventured into running. To put it bluntly I loathed running.
After a comment made by a PT earlier this year commenting that I have of the femur I started reading up on my condition. Reading in Tim Noakes book "The Lure of Running" regarding common anatomical afflictions that may potentially predispose athletes to running injuries, it read:
"in its worst form, the malicious or miserable misalignment syndrome, comprising twisting (internal rotation) of the femur, squinting (kissing) patellae...."
That's me folks in a nut shell. My feet love pointing inwards and I deal with it every day. My daughter has gotten my syndrome. I keep telling her to point her feet straight forward but she forgets just like I did when I was a kid.
When I began running I started out as a heel striker. This lead to at times to the infamous runners knee, meaning the patellae moving and rubbing against cartilage leading to inflammation
of the knee. When I changed to forefoot striking (3 years ago) it all went away. Why you may ask? We'll I did a little investigation and experimentation myself first and then spoke to a orthopedic specialist after wards and he liked my demonstration and explanation. Since I have excessive kissing knees, meaning my patellas are pointing inwards when my feet are facing straight forward it is easy to show what happens with the patellae when you heel strike versus forefoot strike and it is fascinating what happens. Note that you don't have to have excessive patellae misalignment to cause runners knee.
When I put my heel down my patella is pointing inwards plus that the patellae is loose or floating (this is not good). Now when I put my forefoot down (balls of your feet not toes) my patellas are pointing straight forward like a natural runners knee and plus the patellae is fixed meaning it is not floating (which is good). If you combine the running motion with a heel strike moving over to a forefoot strike you now clearly understand the problem with runner's knee meaning the patellae is moving from one position to the other leading to rubbing. When I showed this to the orthopedic doctor he said that this is a very good explanation to tell people what happens when you have runners knee problem.
Heel position (right leg) - inward pointing patellae & floating patellae
Forefoot position (right leg) - neutral patellae position & secured patellae. Note how the patellae has moved into the proper position.
Now I will caution the person who runs out the door to change to forefoot striking that it takes patience and slow adaptation. The POSE technique is a good way to start. Do this experiment yourself and note how your patellae is locked and fixed and facing forward when standing on your forefoot (balls of your feet not toes) versus putting your heel down (feel how the patellae is floating). I have never had any knee problems when moving over to forefoot striking. Now even if you have a neutral stance and heel strike it still leaves the patellae in a floating position leaving it open to movement. And if you land on uneven ground the patellae is sure to move around which subsequently leaves the knee vulnerable. Heel striking is in my opinion why running has gotten a bad rap.
Monday, August 25, 2008
24 hour run purpose
Preparation - "finish strong" approach
I am not a top athlete, I consider myself a "middle of the pack" type of guy. I like to challenge myself and I do not get too wrapped up in competing with others. The reason why I like ultra challenges is because of the journey, the preparation to the destination. I also like to read up on training as much as possible and also experiment with my own theories. My family tree have a few inventors and entrepreneurs and I guess I have gotten a bit of that bug as well. For my 200 mile attempt in October I'll be running in more darkness than daylight. I knew that I would have to gradually and also in a controlled manner stress my system to a completely new level in order to handle extreme fatigue both mentally and physically. Simply put I had to train in those types of situations. The old running adage "finish strong" was key for my approach. Since a lot of ultras involve a considerable amount of walking, that is unless you are the elite, with being up all day working and finish the evening with a run, I thought that this approach would work well as a "finish strong" concept. Important was to focus on recovery thereafter. I tried to find running articles and empirical training studies about consistent night training but there were none. Another beneficial thing with running at night would be that 3 of the family's light sleepers would not be woken up since they would be in their REM sleep at that time. If I would go for an early morning run (which I have tried) I would wake the whole house up at 3:30-4:00am. So it was a good approach from both a training as well as a family perspective. I am curious to see how it all pans out. It might fail or it might work.
Going into this I had done the mileage to tackle the challenge. My legs were primed and my mind felt strong. I channeled all my lonely night runs when most people are sleeping in their warm and cosy beds and the occasional driver passing by slowing down to shout either "can I help you?- ahh great job keep it up" or "are you freaking nuts it's 3:30am!!!". I knew I could handle 24 hours since I had consistently trained for this since January. My long training runs, ranging from 4 to +7 hours, always started on a Saturday night having been up for 15-16 hours doing all kinds of things such as family outings, lawn care and other house chores etc. The longest run would end up just after 6:00am on Sunday mornings. This meant that I had been up for 20-23+ hours straight which was followed by a three hour Sunday morning nap. I would thereafter spend the entire day on Sunday with the family and surprisingly not feeling all too tired until it would really hit me hard at 08:00-08:30pm. I would then tuck myself in at the same time as the kids. I would then sleep 10-11 hours. During the weekdays I would start my run at 10:30pm and go for anywhere between 1-3 hours followed by 6-7 hours of sleep. With this whole training routine more or less every Saturday and weekdays since January gave me confidence that I could handle a 24 hour run. But as they say "Talk is cheap!" and it was time to show up. The only thing that was an unknown was that I had only 8 daylight runs since January and that I would run in quite a bit of sunlight!
As I started to place my cooler and other things inside lane one at the lap count area the sprinklers went off unannounced. I immediately moved my gear over to the outside lane to await ceasing of water. This would have been great to have during the day because lane one was being watered down as well. I put all my food in one area, the wooden box to hold rubber bands for lap counting on a portable stool and a set of towels at the first turn of track.
Time to run
I finally got everything in order and at 5:05am I was ready to go. I called my ultra friend Pete Stringer from Cape Cod to tell him that I was on my way. It was time for some serious laps! it was still dark and I started out with my headlight perched on my hat. My first four hours consisted of a run to walk ratio of 25/5 meaning run 25 minutes and then walk 5 minutes. This worked out perfectly and I was slightly behind my schedule due to logistics of picking up hydration and gels and towels etc. At first the weather was nice and cool and the temps had started out in the low 60s and my Ipod was doing its thing. As the sun was rising the track would carry a white veil of fog 3 feet above the track and it was so beautiful I thought for a second that I should grab my camera but then I reminded myself that I had a mission and focus was key. The first person who showed up was an elderly lady who was getting in her morning walk at track. I am surprised at the number people using the track versus walking in the park. I guess they do know without a GPS or a pedometer how far they have traveled each time. As the sun rose it was looking to become a perfect day for the run and the cause. My hydration seemed to be on par the first 1 .5 hours where I had to go twice. Right on I thought! Once an hour was my goal and it had to be clear. But then the field started to unexpectedly fill up with teenage girls who were not field hockey players but soccer players. Someone told me it was the day for "The Gauntlet" or soccer try outs. This meant close to a hundred girls were trying to out run each other on the mile! Yikes! All of a sudden I was pushed aside to lane 2 and 3 for the next 2.5 hours (this was additional distance). I cheered the girls on and they returned cheers for my cause. One girl gave everything she had and then some, some nice vomit on the final turn in lane one.
As a fantastic experience, during my laps, I was overwhelmed by the various people coming out running/walking with me, sharing their stories and frustrations with Lyme disease. It was either a relative or themselves who had had Lyme. Today we all know of someone who has had Lyme. There was the ironman Greg who came from Long Island to help out for a few hours, the mother and daughter, the young athletic physical trainer, the lady who went out of her way to buy popsicles and a bucket with ice to keep me cool, the young track star, an entire family who had had it and a few members still have it, ultra runner Rob who had run the infamous Comrades ultra marathon in South Africa (54 miles or 87km) a whopping 13 times and the list goes on. It was truly a great turnout on such a hot day.
As the sun started to bear down on me I was getting worried that my hydration plan had been miscalculated for these types of temps. The forecast said in the low to mid 80s which I thought was fine. Time passed and I had not relieved myself for over 2.5 hours! When I finally went the color was yellow. This is the first warning sign that your hydration is not going as planned. I was taking 1 electrolyte tablet every hour on the hour but now I was starting to take them every 45-50 minutes instead plus I was drinking 24 oz every 2-3 laps! It got hot quickly much hotter than I had anticipated. Although I was wearing a sleeveless black top, shorts and compression socks in hindsight was probably not the best color for that particular day. I could not tell the temperature at the time but at a later review from the data of my watch indicated 92F at its peak! I have raced in similar temps some time ago but this felt even hotter. There was nowhere to hide. I was praying for some white clouds to give me a moment of relieving shade but they came and went very quickly. Adjacent to one end of the track there is a set of tennis courts embraced by a surrounding high fence and fabric sheltering the court from wind and acting as a contrast. Well the fence sheltered the the track from the albeit weak but immensively craved wind that day. I had not trained this year for these type of temps. I was almost a nocturnal creature. October will be a lot cooler and darker.
- Have a crew member who will monitor you even when you feel confident that you have everything under control. This person will facilitate simple things such as refilling bottles constantly asking you questions such as have you peed, have you eaten etc.
- Make good hydration and electrolyte adjustments - detemine your hydration range for different temps and humidity
- Have bright clothing available for unexpected heat
- For a future official 24 run race avoid lengthy conversations and focus on pace, hydration and nutrition.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
One more thing I will carry an extra headlight for you if you care to join me when sun sets. Best Carl
Monday, July 14, 2008
I welcome you all to come out and support my cause and hey maybe run a lap or two with me. As added exposure to the cause Channel 12 will be there to catch some of the action. My start will be on Saturday at 5:00am and end the following morning. How far? Well the goal is to break 100 miles in 24 hours. Everything else is gravy as the say.....Come and join me for a few laps!
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
It was Friday morning and I felt like a kid on the last day of school, full with anticipation of what was to come, excited and eager to play for the summer. I was ready and packed. My calf tear had healed nicely from late April. In terms of long runs since the injury all I had gotten were three long runs two 20s and one 33 miler all on road, but the foundation had been laid previously. I had run a total of 5 miles for the week.
"Course Conditions from Sherpa John on Friday morning:
Special Thanks to my group of fellow Trail Markers Jeff Waldron, Nate Sanel, Brenda Caldwell-Phillips, Dot Helling and special guest David Cristof form the Czech Republic. You all want to know how the trails are and we can certainly tell you. Expect to get PLENTY muddy on the Blood Root Loop and during short sections of the course like Hayes Brook and other low lying poor drainage areas. The mud on Blood Root is pretty deep in places and unavoidable. It WILL be there on race day. This also happens to be the kind of mud with an oily residue floating on top and smells like methane. :) You'll love it! Also, the stinging nettle is out there... and its out there for about 3 to 4 miles. It ranges from ankle to knee high! You won't notice the stuff and it'll drive you crazy with wanting to itch it. Do yourself a favor and bring a bandanna along to wash your legs off to remove the sting. Ignore this tip of advice and you'll surely pay. So... you WILL get wet, you WILL get muddy and you WILL itch like hell.... PERFECT! See you there!"
Would I love methane......?
My oldest son Henry (8) had been complaining of a sore throat in the morning and my wife thought it would be a good idea to take him to the doctor for a check up since strep throat had been reported at school. At the doctor's a standard throat culture was taken and I would find out around 1:00pm about the result. I would be on my way to Pittsfield by that time. You always worry about your kids.
Kevin, my crew chief who will assist me on my 200 mile attempt in November in the same area, was on time as usual. I could tell he was excited too. It was just him and I going up to Vermont. Never let go of the child inside of you. We were like two kids going on an adventure. Kevin an EMT volunteer has been by my side (on a bike) training for this event. All of my training runs (long and short) had started at around 10:30 pm to accommodate a "normal" family life. Kevin is a no nonsense type of guy but at the same time gentle when necessary, in other words the ultimate go-to crew guy.
On our drive up to Vermont we were laughing and discussing final strategy tweaks. We stopped at a supermarket to buy some video tape for my camera and I bought Kevin as a token of appreciation, a signal orange fly swat for the black flies and mosquitoes that we would encounter. I had made Kevin a spreadsheet with ETAs for the various aid stations, questions he needed to ask me each time and what he should supply me with. With ignorance at the helm I took a stab at my target time which was 12:20 a time that was not to happen...
We continued our drive and it was time to call the pediatrician to find out about Henry's throat culture. It was positive and a prescription had been called in to the local pharmacy. My boy had strep. Henry seldom get sick. Kevin said he'll be fine in no time. Shortly thereafter Kevin's cell phone rings and his wife tells him that Tim Russert, the well respected political analyst had just unexpectedly died. Tim Russert, in my eyes a straight shooting, right to the point, no fluff, no "read between the lines type of guy" was gone at the age of 58! I couldn't believe it! We were both stunned.
As we approached Vermont the green mountains and lakes provided a sense of calmness that to a degree was soothing the news of the day.
As we entered the quiet town of Pittsfield we looked up on either side of the road seeing nothing but green covered mountains. It was a beautiful site. The general store where the registration was taking place was a place where I'd like to go every day to buy my groceries. The wonderful various smells of food, old wood flooring and it's personal ambiance is something that is missing in today's suburbia, a place where people congregate and share the news.
We located Aimee farms where the start would take place and the spot were we could raise our tent. As we navigate down a 3 foot drop in the dirt I jokingly tell Kevin that at last he gets to ride his SUV off road (after 100,000 miles).
After finally figuring out where the tent supports go (read rookies), we make our way to register for the race at the general store. I thoroughly enjoy the smaller venues much more so compared to giant races (anywhere from 1,000 up to 35,000 people). It's much more personal, intimate and you feel like a family. You'll share the race memories like you would with your family. I got to meet the Andy Weinberg (RD), Sherpa John and the rest of the contestants. What a group of nice guys and gals!
We make it back to our tent and make our last call home to our families and start the final prep for race day. I typically do not sleep much the night before the race and this time was no different. We both fell a sleep at 11:00pm.
At 02:30am my near bursting bladder woke me up. The ultimate alarm bell. I quietly made it out of the tent with my head light on. Everyone else seemed to be still sleeping. It was only 2 1/2 hours to race start. Most of my ironman races people are already up and have finished their breakfast. I like this. Ultra people know how to stay patient and conserve energy for a long day that lies ahead. I made it quietly back into the tent and briefly laid down to try to focus at the task at hand. Then I put my racing clothes on. I would wear lyme green gaiters to match Time For Lyme's logo colors and my shoes even had the lyme green color. They sure stood out and would be helpful aid to locate me if I got lost.
At 3:00am Kevin's alarm goes off! It was an alarm alright! Kevin who seemed to have gotten the same amount of sleep as I got to work right away. He made two cups of coffee and oatmeal with brown sugar, blueberries, cranberries and honey! Room service galore! As daylight approached we could see a camp fire being lit up at the starting line. We were only a few hundred yards away. The temps would rise quickly and so was the humidity.
This race was going to serve as a recognizance for my upcoming 200 miler in November. Part of the course (the now infamous Bloodroot leg) would be used for the PP54 but run in the opposite direction.
The course basically consisted out of four different sections each one with it's own degree of difficulty and characteristics.
Section 1 - The Overture - Contest trail to aid station mile 12
Five minutes prior to race start approximately 70 eager runners move towards the starting line which was drawn in the gravel road by the RD's heel. We were told by the RD to look for painted money stones which if found had to be carried to the finish to be redeemed for cash. I thought jokingly, ok I will probably see a million dollar monolith out there early on but in hindsight even if the rock weighed two pounds and if found early in the race I probably would have had serious problems getting it to the finish in time for the 24 hour cutoff.
A calm low key start took place. No frantic ironman start in the water.
Section 2 - The Temptation - Hayes Brook - to aid station mile 18
By now the field had started to spread out and I felt that I was running mostly by myself. This section was very tempting to speed up on but I kept thinking about the challenging Bloodroot loop where I had planned to switch from handheld bottles to a Camelbak hydration system simply because it could hold more and this section was an 18 mile loop with a couple of remote aids stations.
Section 3 - The Bonk - Bloodroot - to aid station mile 38
Out I went and I started to feel confident about my nutritional strategy which is basically everything in an endurance race. The first few miles felt easy. When I took my first sip out of my Camelbak I tasted only water. I thought for a second that the powder must have sunk to the bottom so I started massaging the hydration bladder while running. I took another zip, water taste yet again and then another zip - H2O only! I had forgotten to put my mix in. I felt I had gone far enough where I could not turn back (hindsight I should have).
I had 6 gels (600 calories) and water in the tank for the next 18 miles, add some Gatorade and bananas which would amount to some 200-300 calories from aids stations on this section. My back pack was to be loaded with 750 calories plus the 600 from gels and add a couple of hundred calories from the aids stations. The planned total for the 18 mile section would be around 1,600 calories. I was now dealing with half the amount of calories. Ok I said to myself try to eat as much as possible at each aid station but the deficit had already started to set in on my first real climb. I have a hard time eating solid food when running. The heat and humidity was relentless but I was bothered more so by the humidity (read 90%). I was sweating profusely and I began to worry about my salt depletion. Instead of taking one salt tablett every hour I now took one just after 30 minutes of the prior one.
The first real climb went on and on. There would be 25-30 yard climbs only to be met with a disappointing 5-6 foot plateau as rest and then again another climb. It went on and on and on. It did test your patience for sure. With a mountain full of leaves it just hard to see the end. You had to say to yourself ok let's make it to the next plateau let's not worry about the end because it might just disappoint you again and get the better of you. Just before the summit I looked at my hands and they looked like Nathans hot dogs, swollen, retained by water. Too much salt I thought and decided to hold off for the next two hours. From here on I kept rubbing my finger tips feeling for signs of a return to normal skin tension.
As I greeted the nice and friendly volunteers at the aid station I emptied my Camelback which contained pure water and replaced it with Gatorade. I had a piece of a banana a few bites of a small apple. It's especially hard trying to eat something directly after a climb. Fluids are much easier in my opinion. A woman from Colorado came up just behind me asking for salt tablets. She had no problem with the climbing but the humidity was something new for her as Colorado air is bone dry. I gladly gave her a few salt tablets. I said thank you to the aidsstation peopke and left for next aid station at mile 33.
After a "nice descent" for a change it was time to start climbing yet again this in combination with stinging nettles and mud swamps. I ran as gingerly as I possibly could, stepping strategically on chunks of grass that could reduce the amount of mud seeping into my shoes. My feet are my investment for the race I kept thinking treat them as nicely as possible. These hills were relentless. The black flies started to follow me and my arm swing got more erratic. The mosquitoes were less aggressive. Time to press on. I meet up with another runner who has removed his t shirt, it was hot and the humidity was still zapping your energy. Soon thereafter I heard a group of guys behind us and it was Sherpa John and company. I asked him when I could expect the next aid station to show up and he responded "we are almost there". I started thinking about my kids "are we there yet?".
I tried to hang behind the boys but by now I was starting to bonk, loosing energy every minute due to my mishap of failing to add my energy powder into my camelbak. I had to get to the next aid station to get more food in my system. My 6 gels were long gone and I needed something to eat. I met up with the young guns at the aid station only to see them leave shortly thereafter. I refilled my hydration pack, had a luke warm cup of Coke and ate a few banana halves. It was time to get to the major aid station at mile 38 where Kevin was waiting with fresh supplies. "Only" five miles away. I looked at my watch and my altimeter indicated that I had only climbed 7,000 feet of the total 14,000. Time for a reality check. I knew the last section was designed to make you earn every step and to keep you honest.
The descent to the mile 38 aid station was a never ending story. My quads were taking a real nice beating and my toes started to hit the front of my shoes. Zig zagging down to reduce the quad beating and the blistering from getting worse. I was starting to get slightly lightheaded on the descent. I needed more food. I took out my forgotten candy treat, Swedish fish and licorice to tie me over until I got back to the aids station. The candy was simple sugars but it gave me a small boost of energy to get me to the aid station for refueling. My skin had now returned back to normal.
As I entered the aid station with great relief I told Kevin that the descent had given me a blister on my right toe next to the big toe and it needed to be lanced. He took a safety pin which he heated up to sterilize prior to lancing. I like to watch the fountain of fluid relieving the pressure. After some liquid band aid I put on a new pair of tetrasoks accompanied by a dry pair of shoes. I gulped an entire bottle of my crucial hydration mix at the aids station and a whole Cliffbar. I needed to regain my energy but as you all know the catching up on calories is tough part you need to slow down. I changed back to the two handheld bottles and a light fanny pack stuffed with gels. I had enjoyed the chair and Kevin kept telling it was time to go. I had spent 29 minutes at the aid station. I could have stayed longer easily.
Section 4 - Time to close the deal - Finishing
I felt cold and donned a long sleeve t-shirt. I also put my headlight on I was afraid that I might be out there when it got dark. I had no idea. It looked like I had a fair amount to climb still according to my watch. I left the aid station somewhat stiff but my mood was still intact I was having fun despite the mishap with the nutrition. My mood is my best gauge. Most ironman races I have done in the end I start asking myself why I am doing this but this race was different I was joking with people but suffering at the same time. This section has some really challenging and hard climbs that will play tricks with you mentally. It is one thing to be able to see the peak, pick a small target to reach half way and pace yourself thereafter but yet again the leafy woods and winding terrain made it hard to see the end. It will be hard to remember all the turns for next years race.
Just before mile 44 I took two other runners down for a 1/4 mile detour. We were running down hill and should have made a sharp left turn instead we all were zoning out but I felt responsible being in front and apologized for a climb that we didn't need every step counted and was felt. We hiked back up and lost maybe a 1/4 mile. Many climbs consisted of frequent up again down again and so forth. It jerked you back and forth and tested your mental fortitude. I still think if I would have seen the top afar I could have gauged my approach better but this made it very difficult. I met up with my recently acquainted good friend yet again who was climbing better than I was but I seemed to have more legs going down hill. He was still suffering from this years McNaughton 100 miler.
On the descent from Joe's Hill I could hear but not see the loud speaker at the finishing line. I said to myself "ok let's squeeze out the last you have in your quads and make a run for it" but at the bottom I saw an arrow pointing upwards. I said "you've got to be kidding me!". After the climb and another descent I saw another arrow and I said "let me guess it's going UP!" The next comment when another uphill showed up was "unbelievable when will it end..." and that was when I stopped saying anything because I started to sound like Jack Nicholson in "The Shining". I said this self talk will serve no purpose, stay focused and don't say anything and maybe, maybe you will not jinx it.
The thunderstorms had moved in and all I was praying for was no mudslides please. I finally made it down to the river in valley and over the bridge I ran. The final stretch was on an open field with a freshly mowed lane directing me to Aimee farms. The finishers ahead of me cheered me on and it felt fantastic. Running a big race your just a number but here you are family! I had just found another love in sports.
I finally made it, Team TFL made it! A final tick check and no ticks! Yes!
Simply put this was the most fun I have ever had in an endurance race. Some 8,000 calories later I was home. I gave Kevin a big high five and thanked him for a stellar job. All said and done this was a good primer and a break out workout for what's to come.
Next stop August a 24 hour solo run at New Canaan High.
The fun has just begun.....
There is hope!
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Team TFL - Nov. 6th, 2008
200 Mile Ultramarathon