Today we made the short trek from Flagstaff to Walnut Canyon National Monument, to see the Indian ruins, and then just hung around Flagstaff for dining and shopping…
After we packed up the cabin we headed back to Zion. It was still crowded , but we actually got a parking spot in the park this time! We took a shuttle to the Grotto, and hiked up Angels Landing, which has sections with chains to hold on to, and 1000 foot drops on either side. It was a day with near record heat, and we all ran out of water. About a mile out I ran down to get more water and bring it back up, and passed EMTs heading up to help someone out – presumably and hopefully for heat exhaustion.
After we hiked down, we got some refreshments at the lodge, and took the shuttle back toward the car. We ended the 100F+ day with some time in the Virgin river.
Zion is majestic and beautiful and stunning, but today it was also tremendously (over) crowded. Lots of traffic and parking was full. We had to park outside of the park itself and shuttle in. We still did a couple of easy hikes – Emarald Pools lower, middle, and upper, and the Riverwalk. Reece, Ben and I also went about 10 minutes up the Narrows. Photos below:
Here are my 2015 Strava stats:
compared to last year:
Though last year’s post says I started using Strava exclusively sometime in July (2014), and while I tried to transfer things over, perhaps somethings were lost.
Looking at 2015 I see some of the same problems I had in 2014 — I need to work heavily on strength, especially leg strength and core strength, to improve my running.
For 2015 in review, I did have solid runs at Uhwarrie 40, Jordan Lake 12 hour (53 miles), 75 miles on the AT, at Hinson (83 miles), and Pinhoti 100. Jordan was a bit of a struggle with stomach pain and the AT was just hard all around, but overall those were 5 very solid ultra runs for me.
In 2016, beyond strength, I will continue to work on my mountain biking. I also somehow need to work on mobility — some kind of movement practice like MoveNat or the Mobility WOD or even getting back to some yoga. Something to reverse some of the “damage” just running and riding cause!
For races, it’s still coming together, but I’m definitely in Uhwarrie 40 in February, Mountains to Sea 50k in April, and Hinson Lake 24 hour in September. I need to find a long mountain bike race or two, and need to get a WS100 qualifier in so I can keep increasing my tickets in the lottery, I’m just not sure which races I’ll choose yet. It should all be finalized in the next week or two.
I realize I left out food and gear from my race report, so here’s that info:
- Altra Superior 2.0 and injinji toe socks for 69 miles, Hoka Stinson Evo and Balega socks for 31 miles. I lost one of the Hoka’s at the race finish, but those have been around for 2.5 years so it was time anyway.
- Tobacco Road Marathon calf sleeves, started with them more for warmth than the supposed compression benefits, kept them for protection from the trail which was overgrown in some places. Also started with arm warmers due to the start temps, quickly took them off.
- Nike combat pro compression with a Prana Mojo short the entire race. I use these shorts for everything — running, hiking, biking, swimming — the later was quite appropriate for the weather!
- Ice breaker sleeveless top until mile 69, then icebreaker 200 weight half zip top the rest of the way. Ultimate direction rain shell for most of the race — amazing light weight and kept the water off.
- Florida coast to coast buff — something that’s been with me for every major race for 12-13 years. Under Armor fleece hat, plain black wool buff. A couple kinds of gloves.
- UD AK vest for the 1st 55 miles, UD PB for the last 45. Just used two handhelds the entire way.
- Petzl tikka rxp and a fenix PD32 UE (that I never used).
- Carried duct tape, vasoline, and the like.
- Vfuels were again a constant, I can always get those down.
- I had one pack of UCANN to start, and had more in my drop bags, but never felt like that is quite what I wanted/needed. The non plain versions come across as VERY sweet.
- I also carried these amazing “chewy balls” which are peanut butter, oats, dark chocolate, honey, etc. But for some reason, after the 1st 5 or 6, I did not care for any more the rest of the way.
- Epic bars — both Bison and Bacon — these are always good. 🙂
- MAPS (BCAAs) — tried to shoot for 5 every hour.
- Endurolytes – with the humidity during the day I thought a few of these would be worthwhile.
- Vitamin I — really trying to get away from this completely but I’m not quite there yet. I think 400mg every 5 – 6 hours.
- I had a Bonk Breaker or two for the 1st time, and they were pretty good.
- From the aid stations: bacon, egg, cheese, quesadillas; tomato soup; broth with rice; ramen with noodles. The warm broths were very welcome all night in the cold weather!
This was an almost disaster from the start, but it all worked out. One of our guide books suggested taking Spring Creek Trail to the Lone Star trail, rather than the Lone Star trail from Kepler Cascades, to shave off over a mile on the 5+ mile round trip. R2 and I decided to run there to make it in time for a possible eruption of the geyser. It was beautiful, but overgrown in many places — seems like this trail is not used much. That was confirmed when R2 and I ran into a ranger who said he hadn’t expected to see anyone on that particular trail!
R2 and I continued on, but eventually I started thinking something was amiss… We should have been to the trail intersection some time ago if the guide book was correct. After an extra half to three quarters of a mile, I decided to turn back and find Kelly and R1. When we met up a few minutes later, I decided to run forward and see if I could find the intersection. It was roughly a half mile ahead, so we decided that Kelly and the kids would press on, I’d run back up the trail, get the car, and drive down to the main trail head. I took off and made it a little over a mile before I realized I did not have the car keys — I had given my pack to R1 to reduce weight while running back. So I turned around, ran back, and eventually met up with the family on the main trail, and walked in to the Geyser. Somehow with all the extra time on the longer trail we made it! We were treated to a good show, though perhaps not a full eruption, but still cool to see our 1st geyser.
We decided I’d run the main trail back and hitch a ride to our car, so I took off. Less than 5 minutes later, I realized I again did not have the keys! Ugh! So I ran back, then walked with the family a bit, before running a couple of miles to the trail head. I had met a father-son hiking duo about .75 miles from the trail head, who said they’d give me a ride, but opted to run on to see if I could get a ride a bit quicker. I got to the parking lot and was about to stick out my thumb, when the “Amazon Couple” we had met at the geyser and who rode their bikes to their RV were pulling out, and let me hop in for the 3 – 4 mile ride back to the car. (I call them the “Amazon Couple” because they are basically park hobo’s living out of an RV, but had worked at Amazon in over the winter to help fund their life style.)
I got back in the rental car, drove to the main trail head, walked down the trail, until I met up with everyone. We hiked out, and then drove down to Old Faithful, before heading up to the north of Yellowstone to our hotel for the 2nd half of our trip.
I ended up with roughly 9 miles of hiking and running, mostly running, all in my Luna’s, with terrain varying from a bit of paved path, single track, rocks, swamp/marsh, etc.
After two 14er’s in two days, why not try to knock out two more on my last day in CO? Ben and I met at about 6:00 a.m. at the bottom of the approach road to the parking lot to Grays and Torreys, and I jumped in his car for the trip up the fairly unmaintained road… Well, on the way down there was a road scrapper working on it, which was a good thing as the ascent and a pretty sketchy section were many people opted not to park. In the FJ Cruiser, it wasn’t too bad. When we did make it to the parking lot, there were several other cars there so we weren’t the only ones that took the gamble. 🙂
Ben had recently run this route — twice in one day — and done the 1st loop in 2:38. I was thinking anything under four and I could still have time for lunch, a shower, and time to get to the airport! I was feeling pretty tired from the prior three days — nearly 10,000 feet of vertical, much of it above 10,000′ feet! So I knew I’d be slow, but 2:38 would not be possible for me unless I had a lot of time to acclimate!
Here’s the elevation profile for what we were about to start:
The bridge at the parking lot that leads you to the trail…
First shot of Greys with the sun just coming up… The approach trail is relatively easy, and we ran a little of it, but as I said above I was pretty tired already so I needed to save some energy!
Me atop Greys:
Ben and I…
This is the trail up Torreys… It was steeper in real life!
Atop Torreys… Four 14ers in 3 days! (Yeah the record for all 54 is 10 days, so 4 in 3 is not that great. 😉 )
We hiked down the trail to the parking lot, started driving down, and asked a couple if they wanted a ride. They had a two mile walk as they had stopped below the washout — which had now been fixed by the road scraper! After that we headed to Idaho Springs for pizza and beer at Beau Jo’s… An old friend was in the area so she and her family came by to chat for a bit, before I had to rush off to shower, change, drive to the airport, etc…
2010 – The Seeds are Planted.. Last year, I was able to watch my Dad and sister run the Boston Marathon. I covered about 15 miles of it on foot, and the seeds were planted. I last ran a road marathon in 1993 — the Marine Corps Marathon. Since then, I’d somewhat lost interest in roads, and, in fact, only in the past 6 or 8 months have I run any road races — a couple of local 5k’s.
But, Boston is special. I knew it then, just watching Dad and Kim run, and I told them if they were going to do it in 2011, I’d love to run it as well.
2011 – The lead in… One of the (many) reasons Boston is special is because you have to qualify. For me, a 40 year old male, that means a 3:20, or a 7:38/mile pace. I’m close, but certainly not there (yet!). This spring I’d run about 6 or 7 miles at that pace. Adding 20 more would certainly be tough! Other ways “in” are by running for charity, and this year my friend and co-worker Greg raised ~ $8000 for the Children’s Hospital! Way to go Greg! And then there is another way in — comp’d spots. Last year my friend Jeff got in via Addidas — then again, he was able to run 2:45.
I was able to run via a “comp’d” spot (thanks Dad!), though I’m no 2:45 runner! And the comp’d spot didn’t become official until just a few weeks before the race date. I have to admit, after my 40 mile run at Uhwarrie in February of this year, I was ready for a break from running. And with the Boston registration not being fully confirmed until just prior to the race, I had lost motivation and my training really suffered. Additionally, I traveled a lot the prior three weeks before Boston. Here’s a graph of my running from Daily Mile:
Predictions… With the lack of training, I thought at best I could manage a 3:45, or about an 8:30/mile pace. My sister Kim, on the other hand, had run four 20 miles runs — at tempo! I knew she was running fast and strong and thought she could break 3:30.
Boston is special… Boston is special for a lot of reasons. Last year I had a fantastic weekend, spending time with Dad and Kim… Lots of good food, the marathon Expo, a trip to the American Girl store in Nattick (:-/), great conversation, etc. And following them on the run — seeing the crowds along the route in all the different places such as Wellesley College, Boston College, etc. was amazing. This year was no different and just as great. In fact, Kelly was able to fly up, so the four of us shared an amazing weekend in Boston.
All weekend, Kim and Dad said I was “sand bagging,” but I really did not think so. I would have been super happy with a 3:45. Kim even said she would not talk to me again if I beat her. But I knew she was going to be the stronger runner…
The night before… With my lack of training, and therefore lack of confidence, I thought I’d read Ryan Hall’s book, in which he described his training for last year’s race. Much of it is just his daily training log and reflections, so probably not much interest to non-runners. I read the intro and the race day entry. The Intro had Ryan’s insight into finding God’s joy in running, with the following Bible verse:
These things I have spoken to you so that My joy may be in you, and that your joy may be made full. — John 15:11
Ryan speaks of the Joy he found in running when he was able to just run, and drop all the goals and expectations surrounding his running. As America’s fastest marathoner, he had a lot of expectations placed on him. But when he let all of those fall aside, and run for Joy, he really found his groove.
Race Day I slept well, only waking up just once during the night and my alarm actually woke me — normally I wake several times and always just before the alarm! I had a quick breakfast of eggs and the like at the hotel restaurant, and then we walked to loading point where the many many buses were waiting. Here’s a shot of the people waiting in line, and Dad, Kim, and me waiting as well.
We rode the buses to the start in Hopkinton, which takes about an an hour. TheAthlete’sVillage was full and bustling, but not for long. We were in the 3rd wave, which started at 10:40, so the village cleared out pretty quickly as the other two waves headed to the start. Just before we left the village, I ate a chocolate glazed donut Dad had bought from Dunkin Donuts that morning — gluten problem or no, I wanted one of my favorite treats and figured the sugar would give me a good rush! 🙂
It was finally our time to go, so we first had to find our bus to put our drop bags in. Dad and I had very high numbers, and our bus was outside the village which took a while to find. I dropped my warm clothes and just kept my arm warmers and a black garbage bag on to stay warm and keep the wind off. It took Kim a while to find us after she had dropped her things, and then we started making our way to the start.
Wow, it was crowded! In fact, the 2nd wave had not even made it past the start, so those of us in the 3rd wave were kind of stuck for a while. Eventually we made it towards the starting line, and then headed towards our corrals. Dad was in corral 9, and I was supposed to be there as well — neither of us had marathon times submitted on our applications. Kim was in corral 1 as she had run a 3:49 last year. I wanted to sneak in there with her, so we made our way in that direction.
Due to the delay with wave 2, we had to jump out of the crowd and run on the grass and side walk towards the front. We arrived at the gate to corral 1 and there was a large crowd trying to get in. The “gate guards” were actually checking the corral numbers on the bibs! I hoped to sneak in with the garbage bag covering my number, but I wasn’t so sure it would work now. But then the announcer stated “one minute to start,” and the gate keeper of corral 2 dropped the rope, and all of those runners moved forward, and the gatekeepers at corral 1 were over run, so I was able to sneak in. 🙂
As we got into the corral and moved forward, the gun sounded and the race was off! I lost Kim in the 1st few seconds… She took off, and I had a head phone malfunction. As I was trying to get that adjusted, I lost her, and had no idea where she was!
The 1st few miles The race starts downhill for petty much the 1st 5 miles. I wanted to get some separation so the crowd wouldn’t be too bad, so I had a nice little tempo going. Kim was gone, but I kept looking for a pink shirt in front of me, and run for it, hoping to find her. I looked at my Garmin and saw 7:40 pace — oh no, too fast! I told my self to slow down…. But every time I looked at my pace (and I tried not to look too often) it was at 7:40…
Slow down….. 7:40. run run run 7:40
Slow down…. run run run 7:40
It felt easy and smooth.
Slow down. run run run 7:40
Slow down. run run run 7:40.
Ok, you get the idea.
After about 5 or 6 miles, sometimes high – fiving all the kids on the sides of the road, sometimes just running with ease, I thought I should just go with it. 7:40? That’s just about my BQ pace. Yeah, it’s almost a minute faster per mile than I thought I would run, but let’s just hold it as long as I can, and see how it goes. It felt good. It felt right. I was running with Joy, and it was awesome. Boston is special! The crowds were awesome. And it felt good. I figured it would catch up to me at some point, but who knew when, so why not just go with it?
Mid-way Kelly said she wanted to see Wellesley, about mile 13, so we told her to hang out on the left side of the run. The right side would be full of the “Scream Tunnel” girls giving out kisses and creating all kinds of havoc. 🙂
So around mile 12.5 I started looking for Kelly, enjoying the atmosphere all along. I saw her long before she saw me. In fact, I was jumping up and down and waving my arms, but she didn’t see me until I was right in front of her. I was there a little earlier than expected. 🙂
So she didn’t get any pictures of me running up towards her, but I’ll have the memory in my mind forever. I gave her a big hug and kiss and said I was going way too fast, but I felt good. She said “where’s Kim?” and that was really the 1st time I thought I might be in front of my sister… I knew I was running fast — much faster than I thought I could (sandbagging?) but Kim had taken off at the start and I had not seen her since — even though I was diligently looking. But if Kelly had not seen her??
Here’s the photo Kelly took of me as I turned back to her…
15 – 21…. At mile 15, I was still amazed I was holding something like 7:41 – 42 pace. How long would it last? I hit all the hills in this section, the three famous hills culminating with Heartbreak Hill, still feeling good. I came out of the hills at about a 7:46 pace. Could I get any of the lost time back? I wasn’t sure, but I tried to open it up on the down hills. But here I was finally starting to feel the early pace… And starting to slow.
Around mile 19 or so, I heard someone yell “SEAN!” Wow, my name, out here, in the middle of a million plus spectators. I didn’t have a name tag on — BTW, if you ever run Boston or any big marathon, put a name tag on! Everyone yells out for you. 🙂 I turned back and saw my friend and co-worker Todd. He had spotted me in all the sea of runners! That “game face/mug shot” photo on Facebook the night before worked! Someone knew what to look for! That gave me a lift, but I was definitely starting to hurt.
Somewhere around mile 8 to 10, the crowd of runners had became thick. We had caught the 2nd wave…. And it kept getting thicker and thicker… Miles 18+ was wall to wall runners and I was having to run around them quite often. Now the water stations become much harder to navigate — in fact, towards the end, some runners were stopping right in front of me! Due to all the maneuvering, my Garmin shows I ran about a 1/2 mile further than the 26.2 of a marathon.
Miles 21 through the end were a a bit of struggle for me. The early pace had certainly caught up to me, but I did not totally fall apart. I passed many runners that had succumbed to walking. I never quite reached that point, but I did slow down.
At this point, let me put in the pace charts for Kim and me. Kim’s husband Paul, and Dad’s wife Nadia, were watching our splits “live” — Paul in Denmark and Nadia in SC. They watched me slowly build a 2 minute lead on Kim, but then watched her cut it down, closer and closer and closer. Would she catch me? Paul said it was a better than watching a football game…
Well, that gives away the finish…. With about a mile left, I heard a voice next to me: “Do you want to finish together?” Well, there Kim was after all those miles… I said “I don’t think I can,” and she responded “Yeah, I think I’m going to throw up.” I said I would try to stay with her.
So I tried, and maybe did for a minute or two. But it was crowded, she was flying, and I did not want to finish Boston throwing up at the finish! I let her go a little — or I should really say I couldn’t hang with her pace, but when we made that last turn where you can finally see the finish –a good half mile to go, I thought I’d give it one more go. A nice little (slight) down hill, open up, and let’s see what happens.
I would have loved to have kept up and cross the finish line together. But I couldn’t do it — she was too strong, I was too far gone, and she finished about 20 seconds in front of me. But she also broke 3:30, (3:28) which is where I thought she would be, and I finished just behind her.
I’m not complaining — 3:28 was 17 minutes faster than where I thought I would be. And granted it was a great day for running with gorgeous weather (though a touch warm for those of us in the last wave) with a nice tail wind, but I had one of those special days. I had found Joy in running. At least the 1st 18 -20 miles or so. 🙂
Kim and I made it through the finish chute grabbing all the goodies — food, water, etc., and eventually to the buses with our drop bags. I was able to get my bag, which had my phone, and I called Kelly to see where she was so we could meet. I also saw texts from my Dad saying:
“Absolute frigging amazing… I knew you were sandbagging!”
“I am so proud of you. You are a real man and brother allowing Kim to beat you!”
Let me just say right now — it was not me “allowing” Kim to beat me — she was definitely the stronger runner!
It was at this point that I realized Dad had dropped out early… His travel schedule had limited his ability to run, and when he finally did attempt a long run a few weeks prior the race, he strained his calf, so he had not run since then. A few miles in to Boston, his calf flared up, so he took the train back to Boston.
Kim and I eventually met up with Kelly:
Let me just say again that Boston is special. (Have I said that already?? 🙂 )
I am not a “roadie,” but Boston was worth it. I had lost interest a bit, but I am so glad I ran. And I would do it again in a heart beat. I have a life long running goal of running a BQ, which for me is a 3:20. I was somewhat close to that through 20 miles, and while I dropped off a bit in the end and missed it by 8 minutes, I do think it would be possible for me with the right training and the right race. While my shorter term running goals of sub 20:00 on a road 5k and a 100 mile trail run may take precedence, Boston will always be calling. I’m not sure what order I’ll achieve my goals, but I now have the confidence that a BQ will fall. 🙂
(Though note the 3:20 I need this year drops to a 3:15 next year… Until I turn 45 and it goes back to 3:20! 3:20 seems much more doable than 3:15. :-/)
Here’s my Garmin data: