Sin City

As another marathon approaches, I wait for some kind of cancellation sign to warn me not to show up in Las Vegas.  Yet, the only sign I will be noticing is the iconic neon "Welcome to Las Vegas" sign that illuminates the strip.  And the Strip is exactly where I'll be at 3pm this Sunday.  It was a bit hard for me to pick another marathon, since I am already hyperactive about picking my next race.  So, once New York was cancelled, I had to, and got to, choose where I could race next.  The thought of not racing also entered my mind, but after the first couple of months at my new job, and the balancing act of training that goes with an Über crazy job, I somehow feel that I owe myself a race.

So, after my last tiny workout of the week, I feel very excited to get out there and just gruel through 26.2 miles.  I have no idea who'll be toeing the line, but I'm pretty confident no "big" names will be there.  The only thing I want to do, is run a conservative race, and enjoy myself out there.  I can only hope I have the fitness and fortitude to win this race, as I've never won a marathon in my life.  The Las Vegas Rock and Roll marathon will be my 6th marathon, and if I can pull off the "W", that would be an impressive accomplishment.  I guess, I could plan 100 scenarios, but once the gun goes off on the Strip, I'll make my best assessment and race with the best intentions to Win.

  

17 days out from the 17th of October and Duke City Half Marathon

I am a little late posting this, but it was intended to be posted on the 17th of October...

Well, 17 has always been my lucky number, and on this iconic day of my birth, I look 17 more days until the New York City Marathon.  I think the one mistake many runners make is the constant self-assessment of their training.  I too have fallen victim to my own observation as I've created an eyeglass into the past months calculating what went well and where I went wrong with my training.  I've already pinpointed it to when I started my teaching job, and the immense amount of time spent at school.  I could go further back to the summer heat that kept me comfortably away from logging mega miles.  Either way, I still feel the fitness is there and I can run a great race considering the circumstances.  I will (and have run a half marathon) on October 21st, as part of the Duke City Marathon weekend, and my last big marathon workout.  I planned on racing it as a marathon pace workout, and the success of it couldn't have been better.

The Duke City Half Marathon:

From the start of this race I had two goals: 1) to run it as a workout, 2) win it.  Once the gun went off at 7:30 am, I took the lead and started to keep a comfortable pace.  My first mile in the Duke City was 5:23, and right away I could feel two Africans sitting on me.  I didn't want to worry too much about it, since I was just going to run my own race, but deep down it really bugs me, especially since there's no money involved in this race.  Why wouldn't you want to work together and run a decent time together?!  Well, this guy didn't want to help out at all.  I lead the next 6 miles in, 5:21, 5:19, 5:17, 5:12, 5:17 & 5:12.  After mile 7, and after one of the African's faded, the Moroccan put in a good surge on me over the next 2 miles.  I could only maintain a 5:21 and a 5:20 for the next miles.  Also at this point in the race, the half marathon flips around and runs back into the crowd of other runners.  So, after mile 9 and about 20 seconds back from the Moroccan, I decided I could still run a good effort and not kill myself before New York City.  I start to clip off a 5:19, 5:18 and another 5:18 for miles 10, 11 and 12.  By this point, the leader is slightly fading, but he still feels too far away.  All the 10k runners that we are passing on our way back to the finish are cheer me along with encouraging words to "catch him", as if by saying something will automatically create a hidden energy source in me.  Well, it kind of motivated me as I was able to drop a 5:09 last mile and attempt to kick towards the finish.

With about 200 meters to go, both myself and the Moroccan are finishing strong, and I was able to gain on him to finish 1 second behind him.  It's a bit discouraging to lead a race for that amount of distance, only to be used.  I distinctively and deliberately remember slowing down to grab water and allowing this Moroccan to take the lead.  But instead, he would slow down to a pace that I didn't feel was honest.  At times, I would run next to him to work together instead of right behind him, as he would do, but the pace would still falter.  As you can tell, I am a bit frustrated with this, especially since NO money was at stake.  I wish I had another gear to out kick him at the end, and snag a hidden prize purse; but in reality, neither scenario happen.  My time of 69:45 was a solid effort and indicator of where I am at.  And of course, the only indicator of a marathon, is to run one...  Which is what is going to happen in 12 days!

More to come on my thoughts on how to race this thing!                 

Mt. Taylor 50k Race Report

First off, I'm not sure how much you want to use this information for a "race report", as I've stolen that title from the more seasoned ultra runners out there.  Nevertheless, I will do my best at a recap from my perspective...

The Mt. Taylor 50k!  When the abbreviation of Mountain is included in any race, it would be wise to note that you'll be racing up a mountain, and in this case an 11,306' mountain.  I was completely aware of this, as I visited the website more often than I checked my email in a day, but it was hard not to as the website [http://mttaylor50k.com/] was gorgeously and simplistically made.  I must include that the race director, and lofty ultra runner himself - Ken Gordon, put together one of the greatest races I've run in New Mexico!  Every detail was taken care of, and all the runners had a remarkable time.  I couldn't have asked for a more well organized race.  Thank you Ken!

So let's talk a little bit about the race, or in this segment, the pre-race.  As usual, I had a wonderful amount of company going into this race.  My two roommates, Loren Wohletz and Chris Peverada were entered in the race, along with Dana Patton.  A new member to our club, was a youngster by the name of Alex Peterson.  I say new member to our club because we've had this approach that, "If you're not against us, you're with us" mentality, which I'm sticking to it.  It's kind of an absorption thing... Anyways, there were five of us and we were all ready to take on the mountain.  The course profile is something like this:

Where the first 3 miles is straight up, but in reality it wasn't that bad.  So, as the gun went off at 6:35, the race organizers planned it so that once we made it to La Mosca Lookout, we'd have a perfect view to the east of the Sun rising over the Sandia Mountains.  This view was surreal!  And before I even got there, one of the Navajo runners who was far ahead of me, yelped out an Indian War Cry, which got the race field excited to see the sun rise that laid ahead.  Also at this point of the race, Chris broke away from the field and took charge of the pace.  After about 5 miles, I never saw the top 2 runners until the finish.  I decided to run a more comfortable race since I wasn't use to this type of terrain or elevation change.  I was pretty comfortable in 8th place, but I could see the other runners gaping me as the downhill section to the second aid station was approaching.  Alex and I ran together for a little bit, but I couldn't keep up with him along the downhill sections.  Also, my Camelback was bugging me.  I think I was the only idiot in the top 10 to wear a hydration pack, but I didn't want to risk blowing up out there.  I was finally able to fix the comfortableness and plot along on the course.

As the fall season just hit New Mexico, the Aspen trees were already spouting off their bright yellow leaves. At some points of the course, it felt like it was raining large yellow droplets all around.  This was very hard to ignore, but I couldn't quite embrace the poetic beauty just yet.  I had to stay relaxed and keep hydrated so I could finish strong.  I also had a piddling thought that I could get top 5 for an "award" of some kind.  So, holding on to 6th place, and running with Alex, we ran on towards the 10 mile aid station at Spud Patch.  I started to realize that in the ultra running community the aid stations all have names of their actual location, unlike the road where they are just given mile marker numbers to make it easy and boring for the runners.  Anyways, I was excited to grab a quick energy GU to replace the Powerbar Gels I used for my pack.  At some points of the race; I found it very arousing to add another element to the race experience, which was the method in which you carried your fuel across the course.  I really got a kick out of literally unzipping something and eating on the go.  Very weird, I know, but it's a requirement for the even longer races.

Well, after 10 miles passed, and the course was more suited for my stride, I was able to get moving and catch some guys.  I eventually made it into the Rock Tank aid station; where the race starts, and got to see Arlene and Lauren hanging out waiting for us to come through.  I slipped off my pack, filled it up and got rid of some trash.  By that point, I was in 3rd place, but the other two guys that I just passed came into the station and one was able to take off before me.  I guess I wasn't too concerned at the moment as I was drinking a coke and attempting to get ready to leave.  This aid station was the halfway point of the race, with the hardest part yet to come.

Once you left Rock Tank, it was a nice gradual climb out on a single track trail until you hit a wide jeep trail. That portion of the race I was moving along fairly quickly towards Gooseberry (mile 21.2).  I came up on that station quickly, but for some stupid reason, I didn't stop to get anything.  And, as soon as you leave Gooseberry, it's all up-mountain from there.  Luckily, the tree cover hid some parts of Mt. Taylor Peak, but if you were sick enough to stare through the trees, you could spot the top of the mountain.  At that point, I had a doubt I could hold a top 5 finish.  And as soon as you got out of the tree cover and made a slight left north towards the peak, my heart fell into my already empty stomach.  This portion of the race I could only manage a slow hike/walk up the mountain.  It was nearly 1000' of climb over the course of a mile.  Not something I can do compared to these other veteran ultra runners.  Alex came up on me pretty quickly, then 2 more guys passed me.  But, once I summit the peak, I was running again and slowly catching the crew that passed me.

At the Caldera Rim aid station, I grabbed a quick coke and speed off after the 3 guys.  As soon as I caught up with Alex, his knee that he had surgery on started to bother him and he slowed down.  He eventually felt better and finished very strong.  But I was just plotting along at a good pace when I passed the other 2 guys who seemed to be working together.  I later found out they are both from Las Vegas, Nevada and train together.  The rest of the race had it's ups and downs, both literally and physically.  The last set of switchbacks were tough, but the last 2 miles were even tougher.  So, with only 2 miles to go, it became a downhill ski adventure.  Those miles were the steepest quad-killing miles I had ever run in my life.  Partly because I had just run 29 miles prior to it.  Nevertheless, the race was nearly over, and I was pretty happy to finish in 3rd with the award of a hand painted portrait of Mt. Taylor, which I will get it framed!

After running that race, and thinking about it compared to all the other races I've done, I would have to say that I am not only satisfied with how it went, but excited to do more of these events.  The community, the course, and the challenge of navigating that course made it one of the most amazing races I've done.  My roommates and friends always talk about Ultra's and how awesome they are, but until I did one, it was truly an experience worth suffering through.  I had a good idea of what to expect after having the opportunity to crew for Loren at Hardrock, and it's a whole different ballgame when comparing a 50k to a 100 miler, but I think I will venture into more of these races in the future.  Don't get me wrong, I still have New York City Marathon, which will only go well because of this race, but I think in the spring I want to attempt a 50 miler, just to see if I can do it...

At the finish.

The DTC crew! (From Left) Me, Loren, Chris, Dana, Alex

Chips and Salsa 1/2 marathon recap

Race Recap:

Just another wonderful Albuquerque fall morning in the valley, even though fall is just a few days away.  The half marathon was set to start at 7:00am, but as we all know, it was a little late.  The course was the same course as last year, but with the help of high school volunteers, our half marathon race would have a little detour.  This slight detour would add about seven-tenths of a mile to the course.  Nevertheless, I was okay with the mishap, and just kept my effort consistent as well as my pace.

After the mishap in the first mile, I ran the rest of the race on my own.  I clocked off my splits at around 5:15-5:24 per mile (more precise splits below).  With that effort, I finished the 13.8 mile race in 1:13:22.  All-in-all, it was a pretty good day.  This race was a great tune up, and fitness indicator for New York City.  With that long of a "tempo" run under my belt, and with about 6 weeks left, I'm starting to feel pretty good about New York.  Just a few more weeks of marathon specific workouts, and the only test of this teacher/runner will be assessed on November 4th.  This race distance would've put me in the ballpark of 1:09:40 at 13.1 miles at altitude.  With that time, it's nothing to be too proud of, but it proves to me that I still have the strength to continue marathon training and perform at New York.

Sorry for the short recap, I'm just a bit tired these days.

Half marathon splits: [9:22 (1.7ish miles), 5:12, 5:17, 5:22, 5:24, 5:17, 5:21, 5:11, 5:14, 5:23, 5:18, 5:22, 5:01, 35 seconds) 1:13:22 - 13.8 miles - 5:19/mile average.

Pre race with Jesse Espinoza (National Guard Team Member)

Finishing the race.

Our little awards ceremony: (from left) Todd Nickerson, Kelly Nickerson - 2nd place female, Me - 1st place male, Arlene Espinoza - 1st place female 10k, Dana Patton, Lauren Patton

Chips and Salsa, and the Lobo Invite

Well, it's that time of year again in New Mexico, when all the roasting of Chile occurs and the smoky sensation fills the air.  Fall always brings such invigorating tastes to our palates.  The idea of roasted green chile added to every salsa dish is more of a treat than anything else.  I got my first taste of fresh chile this season when one of my students made me a pint of homemade salsa.  The school I'm at is considered a rural area - Los Lunas, so you can only image farmland and openness.  Well, there's farmland, but I'm pretty sure most of my students DON'T live on a farm milking cows at 4 in the morning.  But I am sure they make a lot of their meals from scratch, as well as the tasty salsa that was brought to me a few weeks ago.

That jar of salsa will be a precursor to this weekend's events!  The Chips and Salsa half marathon is an event I've done 3 times since living in Albuquerque, and have had a great time out there.  Two 3rd place finishes and a 1st place finish are notched onto my belt from that race.  And this year, with the slight lack of training, I still plan on claiming the title and all it's perks that come with it (a pay check).  Either way, it's going to be a great race, and another workout towards my New York City Marathon.  A race recap should follow quickly. 

Another race that happened without mention was the 2012 Lobo Cross Country Invite on August 31st.  That race was an eye opener for me and a few other guys on the Dukes TC.  I was more nervious going into that race than most other races I've done.  One reason for that, was the fact that I felt out of shape, and unprepared.  The other reason; is the idea that with shorter races I am more out of my comfort zone and cannot keep up with the speed needed to race against these young college kids.  But the "veteran" running experience I have would play to my advantage.

The race was originally going to be an 8k cross country race done at night, "under the lights".  Well, being a cross country race was all that was correct about this invite.  Many people called the race "a great success", but the men's 8k ended up being about 3.9 miles long, and not the proper distance.  No one really knew that until after the race as the results would show an incredible time.

Allen Wagner flew out from Hawai'i to race this thing, and was hoping to whip on some college kids.  The race strategy was to go out conservative and pick off all the whippersnappers that went out too fast.  I was going to follow this plan, but once the gun went off, everything just flew out the window.

After about 800 meters, I found myself towards the middle to back of the pack with a slew of idiot college kids in front of me.  I knew I was better than this and decided to move up towards the front, after all, cross country is my specialty.  I ended up racing pretty well and pushed through the hard parts as best as I could.  With the leaders just in front of me I knew I could finish in the same position as last year (5th place), but I was hoping to finish higher as I assumed we had more ground to cover.  But of course, I was wrong and the race was ending before I even knew what was going on.  It felt a little anticlimactic, especially since the entire cross country race was in the dark, and not many people were out on the far ends of the course.  However, there was a sudden roar of people towards the finish, but I was expecting the race to last a little longer, so the enthusiasm from the crowd didn't force me to "kick" to the finish.  I was a lot more happy with the idea that the race was shorter, and a marathon runner (whose almost 30) can still keep up with these whippersnappers...  Until next time.