31 October 2009

Ice Age Trail - Devils Lake

A nutrition seminar took me to Madison for the weekend. Because the seminar didn't start until 1 pm, I was looking for spots to run on Saturday morning, and settled on a trip to Devils Lake. Local trail runners, PUT IT ON YOUR LIST! IT'S THE HOME OF AMAZING TRAILS! A simple search of "Devils Lake" will return some wonderful pictures of the area, and I also occasionally took out the iPhone to grab some shots of the trails I spent a little under 3 hours touring on Saturday morning (I thought it would only be around 2 hours, but my math was WAY off).
Next July, consider the Dances With Dirt trail races. While I realize I'll have a 2 month old at that point, I'm going to try my best to be there. The trails are the best I've ever run...although traversing some of the rocks and bluffs during a morning of snow and rain was very dangerous.
I parked at Parfrey's Glen, then ran a road for about 3 miles and picked up the Ice Age Trail, which I followed back to my car.

This is a view from the West Bluff back to the East Bluff. I ascended and descended both while following the IAT around the lake.
That sign reads "Follow Trail" with an arrow. By "trail," they mean a bunch of sorta-flat rocks that lead down the bluff.
A picture from the top of the East Bluff, to the South of the lake. The fall colors are long gone, but still, it stopped me in my tracks.
A view from the East Bluff to the West Bluff. The bluff-top portion of the trails are blacktopped, but still pretty much single track. I'd prefer dirt :)

I parked about 3 miles East of the park and ran the IAT into (and up up up) the Devils Lake portion. This is a view from the approach.


As usual, pictures don't do it justice. You'll have to take my word for it, though...it's worth the trip!

25 October 2009

North Face 50K Report



My current 3:00:07 marathon PR may stand forever. The trails are where it's at!


Some background info:
The North Face Endurance Challenge-Madison is held closer to Milwaukee in the Southern Kettle Moraine State Forest. There are 50 Mile, 50K, Half Marathon, and 10K events, with staggered starts, throughout the day. The 50K course is a mixture of horse trails, cross country ski trails, and the famous (and my personal favorite) Ice Age Trail. The first mile is from Ottawa Lake State Park to the horse trail via road. From Mile 1.1 to 6.6 (My mileage may be a bit off on all of this, but it's close), we run on a rolling cross country ski trail, then we do a 4 mile (again, estimation) out and back on a sometimes sandy, sometimes rocky, always rolling horse trail, before spending the next 7 miles on the Ice Age Trail (single track...the BEST) through the "prairies" that anyone who's followed the Kettle 100 know about. At about mile 19 the course returns to the horse trail, which is a wide, rolling (this portion includes the biggest climbs of the day), sandy/muddy/rocky trail with an occasional jaunt alongside a corn field. Aid stations are fully stocked and about every 5 miles. The previous North Face events had gotten mixed reviews because of course marking. In fact, last year's "Madison" 50 Mile winner got lost.

I really needed to take a new approach to this event, as my last two FAILS at breaking 3 hours had really left a bad taste in my mouth. This event was going to be fun DAMN IT! I wanted to start fueling with Gu and Water immediately at the start, rather than wait and fall behind. I also wanted to smile a lot and finish STRONG for the first time in a while.

Ellie (and the little bitty baby in her belly the size fig or a lime at this point, depending which iPhone App you look at) and I came down to Milwaukee on Friday night and battled about 10 car accidents (not us, others) around Milwaukee. The local traffic guy went from saying "slow" to "bad" to "horrible" to "what is going ON OUT THERE!?" over the course of 20 minutes. We also made our first stop at Babies 'R' Us. I checked out the jogger strollers. The packet pick up was held at Laacke & Joys, a local outdoor (and outdoor furniture) retailer. An ultrarunning expert panel was scheduled to speak starting at 6:30, so we arrived about 6:15. After getting my stuff (including some amazing bonuses--a retail $30 North Face Shirt and some nice socks), we sat down to hear the presenters. Unfortunately, Dean was nowhere to be found--likely a casualty of the traffic situation-- and the panel didn't include Tim Twietmeyer (who I really wanted to meet...more on that later), so Ellie (and the lil bitty baby) and I ended up taking off after the talk didn't start by 6:45. I was hoping to see a couple people I knew were running also (Brad, Jerry), but no luck. Ellie and I found dinner (for me, a Broccoli Penne and a glass of "Red Blend" wine--sorry, G--which made Ellie (and the bitty), ever the WINO WINE SNOB...well, not "ever"...she's on a 9 month sabbatical from the vino :) ANYWAY it made her laugh. I know very little about wines, so of course I purchase the cheapest one named "Red Blend" from the "Friends Winery." Either it's the brainchild Phoebe and Chandler, or it's the leftovers from a bunch of friends that they pour into a bottle. Either way, I knew it was alcoholic and therefore found it very palatable.

Edited note: A post-post wine search found that a bottle of said wine costs $10. My glass was $7.

We were in bed by 9:15, and I slept great at our hotel that night.

Start-Scuppernong (Miles 0-6.6)

We were at the start line at Ottawa Lake State Park with about 30 minutes to spare. It was cold and windy, but I decided that I'd wear just shorts and a long sleeve shirt-no tights or layers over the top of the shirt (no evening gloves either). I figured as soon as I got running, I'd be warm enough. Good call. I had 5 Gels in one pocket, two packs of Shot Bloks in the other, and then about 15 SCaps (haha, not sure why I grabbed that many) in a third pocket. I had a 4th pocket empty to use for discarded Gels. The shorts are Pearl Izumi Infinity Long Distance and were fantastic. The pockets are designed very well, allowing for a LOT of cargo inside but not bouncing all over the place when I'm running. The fact I had the majority of my fueling on me allowed me to simply exchange bottles with Ellie (and the bitty) at aid stations and keep going. I passed a lot of people at aid stations today. As the announcer started us off, I went to hit "start" on the Garmin, only to find that it had reverted back to hibernate mode, where it just shows the time. This forced me to step aside and let everyone pass as I waited for it to "Find Satellites" and then appear in stopwatch mode. Very annoying, especially when one is CHOMPING at the bit to get going! Finally I was off and running after getting a couple looks from other runners wondering why I made my way to the front, only to step aside.

The race starts with about a mile (maybe a bit less) of road running before reaching the trail. I happened upon Jerry early on, and he congratulated me on the big news. Once again I was smiling ear to ear.

Soon enough we were onto the horse trail and beginning a slow and steady climb. I was sure to keep things nice and mellow. After running the majority of the course earlier this summer, I knew that the most difficult section of the course was the horse trail portion from about mile 19 to the finish. I decided I wouldn't pass ANYONE on an uphill until that last horse trail section. This strategy lasted about a mile, but at least I felt guilty every time I broke it. All in all it was a pretty uneventful segment of the run, and I returned to Aid Station 1 (Mile 6.6) in 57:27. In this time I'd taken in 1.5 gels and emptied my 21 oz water bottle. Right on schedule with that. Ellie (and the bitty) had another bottle ready for me, so I quickly got rid of the gloves I was wearing, changed out the water bottle, and started off on the second loop, about 4.5 miles long.

Horse Trail Section 1 (Miles 6.6-11.1)
As I left the aid station, I was amazed at how many volunteers were around. They were all enthusiastic and cheering and helpful, and I almost felt bad not needing them at all and just having Ellie (a.t.b.) help.
This section of horse trail has some pretty sandy sections, but it was all packed in from the week of rain we had received. Easy running, and I kept the pace easy, again deciding not to pass ANYONE on uphills. I got passed by a couple guys who were FLYING. One was only carrying an iPod--no water, and was already sweated through the upper half of his fleece like sweatshirt. I figured I'd see him again. I continued on, taking a bit of gel and a mouthful of water every 5 minutes. An hour into the race, which happened shortly into this section, I also took in an SCap. My heart rate was a steady 140-155 which is right where I want to be. I began to think about pace at this point, but had no idea of any splits I was aiming for other than where I wanted to be at the Mile 16.4 Aid Station, so I simply reminded myself to enjoy the trail, keep the pace and stride easy, and wait on the tough trail section at the end. That mindset was so wonderful after fretting over mile-by-mile splits during Fox Cities and Twin Cities Marathons.
This section of the course is a bit of a lolly pop, where you run out, then make a loop back, and return onto the original "out" portion, but a bit closer where you started. Make sense? I was a bit worried about this section of trail, as when I tried to run it earlier in the summer, I got myself lost. This time, however, the course was marked great, and at one particular spot where one might get confused, there were 5 volunteers making sure I knew where I was going. As we continued on, making our way back towards where we started, we passed two runners with blue bibs (50K) running the opposite direction. Oops. I'm not sure how they got turned around, but I figured they'd continue on the course and cover the same distance, just backwards. At any rate, I continued along and eventually made my way back to the next aid station.

Ice Age Trail (Miles 11.1 - 18)
Finally, after another water exchange with Ellie (a. t. b.) I was on to my favorite running surface...the Ice Age Trail. This is the only section of the course on the IAT, and with the rest being wide ski/horse trails, I was really looking forward to it. I love the twisting and turning and subtle undulations that come with single track trails. On my previous run this summer, I easily ran this section at 7:30 to 7:45 pace. That wasn't the case today because of all the rain this week. It was sloppy and muddy, so I paid very close and careful attention to the boardwalks. I kept a nice and easy pace and really enjoyed the scenery, including the specs of blaze orange in the praries signifying hunters with their dogs, looking for birds. The occasional shotgun blast wasn't all that great, but all in all I really injoyed this part of the run. I was sure to keep my gel/water going every 5 minutes and found myself disappointed to reach the Wilton Aid Station and knowing that the time on the Ice Age Trail was almost over.
At Wilton, Ellie (atb) and my parents were nowhere to be found. Not thinking clearly, I walked through the aid station and made my way back to the trail, never re-filling my water bottle. That was dumb. Unless they were able to find me on one of the roads, I wouldn't have the option for water until Mile 21, about an hour away. I did notice that my Mile 16.4 (Wilton Road) split time was 2:21:something, so I had to be close to a 4:30 pace.

Horse Trails (Miles 19-25)
I still had plenty of Gel and SCaps for this section, but was very, very low on water. By this time I was getting pretty sick of the nuun flavoring I was using, also. Cold, Ice Water really sounded good. I knew the next aid was at 22, and having missed my chance to refill water at Mile 16, I figured I better take in what sugar and salt I could while I still had water. I took an SCap and a bit of Gel and finished my water bottle. This was a mistake. My fueling had been great up until this point, but I think the extra salt in my gut started pulling water into my gut. I was very nauseous for about 15-20 minutes around Mile 19. I even coughed and dry heaved a bit. Not cool. Like in most races, though, the low points come, and they will pass, so I just kept working, watching my HR, and things started to come around by the time Ellie (atb) and my parents caught back up at a road crossing around Mile 21. Ellie had a bottle of nuun ready for me, which I wasn't all that excited about, but I took it and told them to meet me at the next aid station (Mile 21.9). While only a mile in length, this part of the trail provided quite a lift for me. First, I caught a single 50K runner, and then 2 more (one of which was stopped for a #2 break right there on the trail). That lifted my spirits a bit to be passing people. Then, the sloppy and rocky and muddy hills I had been on for the last 3-4 miles opened up into corn fields, where the terrain was much friendlier. Ahead, I could see the next aid station, where I knew WATER...ICE. COLD. WATER...was waiting for me. My stomach still wasn't quite right, but, like I said, it was improving, and that helped.



I went through the Aid Station and continued on, knowing that the course was much tamer from here, in. There weren't many muddy and rocky sections but instead the course was more of the edges of farm fields. I had one more aid station to reach at Piper Road, Mile 27. I was able to continuously run and was hoping to catch a couple more 50K runners as I went. I figured I was someplace in the top 20-30, and knowing I had run smart thus far, I was hoping some of the people ahead of me would start to come back to me.

Horse Trails (Miles 25-Finish)
At about Mile 26, I passed Timmy Parr. Yes, that Timmy Parr.
Never mind he was running the 50 Mile and had started 2 hours earlier. Or that he would run those 50 Miles at about a minute faster pace than I would run the 50K. Never mind that. I passed him.
I introduced myself and got to talk to him for a bit on the trail. He shared he was in second, with Sal Bautista leading. (Sal ended up winning in 6:01 for 50 miles. Is that even POSSIBLE? Holy Crap!) Timmy said he wasn't feeling so great and wasn't planning on running another race for a while. I can't blame him, based on his schedule for this year.
Talking to him was definitely the highlight of the run so far.
I came into Piper Aid Station (Mile 27.2) and was doing well again, despite the look on my face here.

My stomach had come around, and I felt better mentally after meeting such a great runner on the trail. I grabbed a PBJ sandwich from the aid station, having become nauseous at the thought of another swig of Chocolate Outrage Gu (I had downed 5 already). The PBJ didn't taste good at all, though, and after only a couple bites, I tossed it. My bottle was refilled with cold water, and it was time to get home.
The final couple miles of the course are shared by all of the events, and upon reaching Mile 28.5, I was now passing 10K and Half Marathon runners. As I'd pass them, I would glance at the color of their bibs. 50K was blue, but I was only seeing red and yellow. Damn.
Finally, I was to about mile 29.5, where I was at the top of that steady incline I mentioned at the beginning of the race. This time I was going down it. This was awesome! I simply trusted my legs and let them go and, according to Garmin, was running anywhere from 6:15 to 6:50 pace down the hill, this late into the 50K. Splendid! The same part of the course was travelled at 13 minute pace on the way out. As I smiled and flew down the hill, I was still keeping my eyes out for any blue bibs. No such luck, until I started to gain on a runner with very dirty legs who kept looking over his shoulder.
I slowly gained on him, knowing that anytime someone is looking over their shoulder, they're tired. I was only about 25 feet behind him when we reached the last 3/4 mile, which is on the roads. Still gaining, but still behind him, I wasn't really trying to push that hard to the finish mainly because, in my mind, what's the difference between finishing 18th and 19th, right? As I mentioned earlier, I thought I was top 20, at best.
Into the last 100 yards, I finally caught him, and said to him, "Come on, let's go, we got this!" I was trying to inspire him to finish strong with me, but looking back, he probably thought I was being a jerk. Nonetheless, I sprinted in to the finish, not looking over my shoulder at all, and while the form wasn't pretty, it felt SO GOOD to finish strong! Fantastic!

Race Results (4:26:34, 7th Overall, 3rd Age Group)
My Aid Station Splits and Garmin Data


22 October 2009

Heart Rate = 180

No, that's not my anaerobic threshold. It's the heart rate of the little baby in Ellie's belly, heard today by very, very proud parents at our first appointment!

While I'm still excited for the event on Saturday...there are much more important 'events' coming my way! And I can't stop smiling!

So...no Boston Marathon next April--Ellie will be 8 months along. But I'm pretty sure there aren't any restrictions on three hour car rides to Chippewa Falls, are there?

See you next week with a North Face Report!

(still smiling...)


19 October 2009

Run Week

Finally, I get to run in an event again. On trails. For several hours. I can't wait!

After two bad-taste-in-my-mouth finishes in Fox Cities and Twin Cities, I'm really looking forward to the unpredictability and spontaneity of the trails. Last week was the busiest week yet at the office and this week is mildly crazy as well, so come Friday, it's time for therapy :)

Weather is looking not so good to bad at this point, but we'll see.

Oh yeah...big news coming to this site at some point this week...

15 October 2009

Woodson Rocks...

...and my version of "Thinking Aloud"

-----Ted Thompson continually insists that a franchise must--MUST!--build through the draft and development.

Next to Aaron Rogers, who fell into his lap, give me a difference maker that Thompson has drafted. Look at the Packers' O-Line. Yikes.

Woodson came to GB through free agency and quickly became my favorite corner. Winfield is my favorite.* Today Woodson spoke out a bit and the honesty is greatly appreciated!

-----I recently was involved in a conversation about my lifetime's "Golden Era of Sports." It was an easy pick. Mid to Late 90's. Badgers were rocking the Rose Bowl and Favre was killing it.

-----A random Evening Glove comment for G and Q:


Two photos of my Opedx Tights, which will be formally reviewed soon. My run today in them tipped me over to the dark side: I love them. Now an event photo may appear with me in Evening Gloves AND Tights. Yikes.



-----I live and work in a community with a strong Amish presence, and had the pleasure of working with my first Amish patient at the office. It was fantastic. While he's 58 years old, he looks about 38 (seriously) and confessed to me that he occasionally drinks a bit too much. Too much Mountain Dew, that is. He smacked his lips and shared that he "Loves that stuff!"

-----Who said the following:
I mean, let’s face it, we didn’t have slavery in this country for over 100 years because it was a bad thing. Quite the opposite: slavery built the South. I’m not saying we should bring it back; I’m just saying it had its merits. For one thing, the streets were safer after dark.


Think you know? Better check your facts. The same media (msnbc, cnn, etc) that tells you we can't trust bloggers because they'll just post anything without fact-checking attributed this quote to someone who never said it.



*As a former 2-time second team all-conference cornerback, I'm obviously an expert on the matter.

13 October 2009

My favorite time of year

I absolutely love this time of year. The last couple days I've made my way back to a couple trails that were completely overgrown in weeds since June. I love feeling the crisp ground and crunchy leaves in the morning "dawn patrol" runs out in the woods, watching Parsenn chase a bunch of Whitetails and wondering what exactly he'd ever do upon catching one.
The only downside is that the days are getting shorter and shorter, leaving me very little time before and after work to get out to the trails. Combine that with the fact one of the county parks gets locked up at "sunset" and I also risk having my car impounded.
Along with the gloves and stocking hat, I guess it's time to break out the headlamp as well.
After the trial run last weekend, my calves were yelling at me a bit, but have really responded well to the easy running I've been doing on the trails, and I'm really getting anxious for North Face. The most recent entry list has a couple names I recognize as SUPER FAST and PART-CHEETAH (in the 50 mile), so it'll be a fun event! Considering the 50 miler starts 2 hours before the 50K, perhaps a new goal of mine will be to get to the finish line before the 50 Mile winner does?

10 October 2009

Ice Age Trail Trial Run

As I started my run today (Saturday), three other runners were making their way in the opposite direction along the Ice Age Trail, spray paint cans in hand. I quickly realized they were marking the course for the Glacial Trail 50/50 tomorrow, and one asked me if I was running it. I said, "Next Year. This year is North Face." For some reason everything seemed wrong inside me with that statement. The Glacial Trail course is not only my 'backyard,' it's also my favorite place to run in the world (thus far, I haven't run much in Colorado, or New Jersey, for that matter). I can remember discovering this trail, on my mountain bike the day after Thanksgiving. Everyone else was laying around, and I went for a ride and couldn't believe something so difficult was so close!
Instead, I'll be going down to the Southern Kettle Moraines in a couple weeks to run an event that claims to be "95% Single Track" but is actually 95% Horse/Snowmobile Trail. And the North Face events don't exactly have the best reputation for being well-run, let alone well-marked.
So I continued on my run, duplicating a run I did shortly before Chippewa this past spring...in which a stick went straight through my shoe and into my heel...but more on that later. Not more than 10 minutes into the run, I was thinking that I could just run the first hour, and then be spontaneous and sign up for the Glacial 50K tomorrow morning and run it. Why not? That's the event I really want to run, and I've got nothing planned!
Back to earth I came, though, remembering my last post, and realizing the chances of a 50K run tomorrow being even remotely enjoyable was slim to none, considering the last two marathons. I didn't need another reason to pout.
So I used today's run (a targeted 2 hours) as a trial run for nutrition and pacing and equipment for North Face. It went well! I actually ran the course about 3 minutes faster than I did last spring and felt like it was a lot easier. I averaged 8 minute miles over the Ice Age Trail for around 15 miles and really felt like I nailed the nutrition.
Oddly enough, the same hill that I was descending when the stick went through my heel last spring caught me again. I jammed my toe big time (later finding out that I broke the toenail and it bled pretty bad) and stumbled a bit. No big deal, until about 2 miles later I realized I didn't have the key to my car in my pocket anymore. Not good.
I immediately called off the run and began slowly backtracking on the trail. I knew I had lost it at some point in the previous 30 minutes because I had checked at that point in the run. I thought to myself, "I bet it's when I jammed my toe on that root."
It didn't take long of the slow and tedious walk before I. Was. FREEZING. You see, it snowed today. A day after Al Gore delivered a speech on Global Warming ERRRR I MEAN "Climate Change," it snowed. I'm not saying...I'm just saying.
Side note, exactly 5 months ago, I ran the Journeys Marathon. It was snowing at the start. That's exactly 5 months of snow-free weather in Wisconsin. Yikes.
So anyway, I was shivering as I approached Glaven (I'm officially naming this hill 'Glaven' after it inflicted bodily harm on me twice. This Glaven inflicts emotional harm, so it's a natural progression), and sure enough, appearing under a recently fallen leaf, about a foot off the trail, is the key. I honestly couldn't believe I found it, but was thrilled, considering I had zero calories, no other clothes available, and no phone to call for a ride. And I hadn't seen anyone the entire day after the first 10 minutes of the run.
So, my last long run before North Face went pretty well. My calves are sore but manageable. I'll increase the yoga in the following two weeks and then see what happens at North Face. I posted earlier I simply want to set a 50K PR (sub 4:40) but I'd actually like to run under 4:30.
I think I may run some hills today...just kidding.

09 October 2009

Opportunity Knocks

I have the chance to go to either the San Antonio Marathon or the Tuscson Marathon (or Vegas, Helen) at very little cost to me--flight, hotel, registration fees would be covered. I've earned all of those incentives through the fundraising I've done with the NF Endurance Team! This is very intriguing to me...I could still break 3 hours this year!

Don't worry. I'm not going :)

In a couple weeks I'll be running the North Face 50K, and I'm preparing for that event with pretty much zero expectations outside of beating my time from Chippewa of 4:40. That event will be a victory lap on a crazy year of running (see sidebar) that started in January with an indoor marathon and isn't quite over yet (I still have my annual "Birthday Run" in late December, and by the finish line at North Face I'll be looking forward to continuing to run at leisure, in the woods, away from roads and curbs and sidewalks, rather than thinking about the next tempo run I need to get in on the roads to prepare to run hard on concrete for 3 hours at an upcoming marathon.
I'm very proud of myself for making the decision to pass on another marathon this year...perhaps in my old age I'm learning a bit of restraint?

06 October 2009

Twin Cities Report: Summit Street Owns Me.



I'll be honest. I don't really want to write this report. I may resort to bullet points, just so you know.

Short Story: I was on pace through 21 miles before fading pretty badly. I still had a chance when I saw Matt at 24, but simply couldn't hold it together. I ended up running 3:03:05 and am very sore. The two marathons were too close together, and I made some tactical errors in calorie consumption (not enough) during this race, mostly because I was afraid of taking in too much and having my stomach revolt like it did in Fox Cities. I'm not sure at this point if I'll try to hit the sub-3 again.

Long Story: I finally arrived with my dad in Minneapolis on Friday night after a 2 hour delay and immediately went to Murray's Steakhouse. My sister and bro-in-law were hosting myself, my parents, and my runner sister, Kathy, for the weekend. Ellie was hosting a baby shower and couldn't come. I blame her for slowing me by 3 minutes. The steak at Murray's was fantastic. I'm not sure it was the best I've ever had (Ruth's Chris or Annie Gunn's come to mind), but it was very very close. The night continued with family time until after midnight, when we finally found our beds. It was a great start to the weekend!
Saturday I slept in until about 8:30 (no idea when the last time I did that was!) and then helped myself to an amazing breakfast cooked up by my sister. After that we took a tour of St. Paul guided by my bro-in-law, who takes much pride in his hometown. The tour included a stop at Garrison Keilor's bookstore, where I picked up the funniest book I've ever read. At around 5 Kathy and I got a ride back into town and ran along Summit Street for a little pre-marathon shake out. I knocked off a couple 6:20 miles and couldn't believe how good I felt. I tried to deny the fact my legs felt a bit tired, but I was really visualizing the sprint down Summit, past the Cathedral, and into the finishing chute. The Twin Cities is an amazing course, and the final 1/2 mile is probably the most beautiful I've ever run. Kathy was hoping for a BQ (3:45) but was having some issues in the last couple months with her knee and with some exercise-induced asthma. Her shake-out run went well also, and we were both excited for Sunday. I felt a bit bad, as I had promised her earlier this year that I'd personally pace her to a BQ. I had figured on breaking 3 hours in Fox Cities and then simply enjoying Twin Cities at her pace. She told me she didn't need the pacer because of her knee issue, and those 8 seconds from Fox Cities were serving as great motivation for this run. In hindsight, the races were too close together, and I probably should have run with her.
Saturday night was a great pasta dinner put on by my sister, and an early night in bed. I slept decently well until about 4 AM, at which point I was awake for the rest of the morning. I had a normal breakfast and was dropped off at the Metrodome at abotu 7:30.
After a walk around the Dome, Kathy and I made our way to our respective starting areas and I downed a Gel before getting ready. I kept my eye open for Joe Z, who I've never met but would have recognized from other events. Adam had mentioned that he was pacing a friend to a sub 3. I never saw him, though, and before long I was on my way.
The early miles reminded me of Chicago, where you're in an urban environment and just hoping to find your pace while there are people passing you and getting passed all over the place. I made a right turn near Mile 2 and heard someone yell from behind me "Sub Three today, Nic!" I have no idea who it was (Kurt?), and it didn't register in my ears soon enough for me to react and look back. Still, it was one of the neatest experiences I've had running...somebody out there was cheering for me!
I found a groove and starting clipping off 6:45 miles. I wanted to come through half way in about 1:28:30, and my overall focus for the run was to just get to St. Paul, and THEN just get up the hills. Steve had warned me about the hills once you leave the "evil side" and after driving the course on Saturday, I wanted to be ready (and have something left) for them. (I didn't.)
The course meanders through some rolling hills around several lakes on a parkway, and it was beautiful. I was in the groove and loving the run.
I continued to feel great and absolutely LOVED the Lake Nokomis area. There were exceptional spectators throughout the course, but Lake Nokomis stood out to me for some reason. A nice group had formed, led by Sonya (Kurt's wife), who should run for office because apparently every other person in the Twin Cities are knows her. Every 10 seconds someone was calling out to her!
I came through half way right were I wanted to be (somewhere around 1:28:45) and was still feeling great. I was comfortable running with the group I was in and stayed tight the majority of the time. From Mile 16-19 the course heads back North along the Mississippi River, then crosses it and returns the other direction. At about Mile 18 you can hear some jerk guy on a loudspeaker across the river welcoming the runners to Mile 20. Hearing this got me mad, but at the same time reminded me to keep a nice pace and hold steady, as the hills were coming.
Shortly I saw the bridge over the river ahead and got excited. Almost to St. Paul! As I crossed the bridge, my pace picked up a bit. The Mile 20 "Wall" was another great spectator area, and I was looking forward to seeing Steve Q someplace near Mile 21.
I've said this a dozen times, but it always amazes me how quickly the wheels can come off.
Somewhere in Mile 20 I started to feel "it." By the time I saw Steve, my focus had gone from "I've got this" to "Uh oh." Right about this time, Joe Z came flying past me with Erik K (I think) and their Sub-3 virgin. This probably couldn't have happened at a worse time, as they looked fresh and were moving at what seemed like a 6:30 pace. I was still holding on to 6:45 miles, but they went by me like I was standing still. That sucked.
I didn't offer Steve much more than a point and a smile. I had planned on telling him I was ready for the hills he had warned me about, but when I saw him, doubt had begun to take over. I continued on, though, still holding on to an ever-more-difficult pace. It was odd to see him in civilian clothing, too, as I had always envisioned him in only running event shirts, shorts, and mud. And living in the woods, appearing out of thin air moments before the race started. And shorter. Then again, the only other time I met him, all of that was true.

Finally, Summit Street! The left turn at Mile 21 marked the final climb and final home stretch, and I decided at this point to turn off my Garmin and run on guts. I really didn't need the psychological blow of watching my average pace creep bit by bit. My dad and bro-in-law were waiting at 23, and I mustered a grimace masked as a smile. Still, though, I felt like I had a chance...I was running on fumes and the minor hills were growing with each step.
I heard Matt yelling at me for a half mile before actually reaching him. He was spot on with his assessment that I still could do it, but had ZERO room for error, and needed to run a faster pace than I was currently running. I faked a puking episode as I passed and smiled. All I wanted was to see the spire of the cathedral. The previous day's run had shown me that when it becomes visible through the canopy of trees of Summit Street, the course opens up and it's downhill.
As I continued to go into serious hypoglycemia, the chimneys of the massive houses lining Summit kept duping me into thinking I was at the Cathedral. I. Was. Done.
The crowd along Summit was AMAZING. The best crowd I think I've been around. There were dozens of radios, several bouncy houses, and an absolutely fantastic NF Endurance Cheer Section. Without Matt and the crowd and the NF section, I may have walked it in from Mile 23 on. What an amazing event.
FINALLY, I was into the downhill finishing chute (the best finishing chute around) and had made it!


I didn't hit my goal of 2:59:anything but instead came across in 3:03:05. I was tired, but the fantastic spread for the runners helped a bit. Kurt was there, too, waiting on Sonya, and I told him I didn't get "it," (sub 3) and that I had run way too many marathons this year. He agreed.

Some chicken broth in my belly really hit the spot, and right away, there was my dad, calling my name and smiling. He asked how it went, and when I shook my head, he just kind of shrugged his shoulders, and smiled. "That's still a hell of a run, Nic." Great point. Love that guy.
There wasn't much time to pout, thankfully, as I had a ride to catch and a sister to run with. We walked to University Ave (other side of the Capital, uphill...that sucked) where my bro-in-law picked us up, and immediately headed back up the course on Summit St. My dad and I hopped out of the car just past Mile 24 and waited for my sister. By this time, I was freezing, so I put on my "Finisher" shirt, inside-out, of course, and was only standing there about 3 minutes before Kathy came by. She was off her 3:45 pace by a couple minutes, but was still doing well. I hopped back in and ran the final couple miles with her. As we went back through the NF Cheer Section, I was raising the roof and doing other dumb white guy stuff to embarrass my sister (who also runs for NF), and unfortunately caused her to have a bit of an asthma attack. Not the first time I've set a human into an allergic reaction with my dance style. After a short walk break, we started down the hill and into the finishing chute, where Kathy took off and left me kind of hobbling in behind her. THAT was the finishing sprint we were both hoping for!
And now some stray bullets.
  • I highly recommend the Twin Cities Marathon. Great course. Great People.
  • After the G-I issues I had at Fox Cities, I think I went too far the other way this time, and didn't have enough calories.
  • I'm sore.
  • I'm looking forward to the trails in 3 weeks.
  • I'm not currently in possession of the ladies evening gloves. Not real sure where they are, either.
  • Sub 3 WILL happen! In 2009? TBD.
bib number:540
age:28
gender:M
location:Kiel, WI
overall place:315 out of 8431
division place:71 out of 1045
gender place:240 out of 4921
time:3:03:24
pace:6:59
chip time:3:03:05
5k:20:38
10k:41:42
half:1:28:06
30k:2:06:11
20 mile:2:15:36

01 October 2009