2019 Fall Classic Half Marathon and 5K

Always go before you go.

I usually do, and I sorta did this time. Except that it wasn't quite late enough. I was thinking about all the water and coffee in my belly and bladder as I was lined up at the start and began to run. I decided to remedy the situation by using the porta-john at about mile four. Forty seconds later, I was back on the run again, feeling more comfortable.

The goal was to beat the 1:51 I ran at Made in America, and also break the 1:50 "barrier." Running a half in the one-forties shouldn't be hard, should it?

The Fall Classic, in its 44th year, truly is one. I've done it a dozen or so times, and it never gets old. It's a double out-and-back loop in Cleveland Metroparks' Mill Stream Run Reservation. Today it was cool and sublime, even serene. It's also fun to see the other runners coming and going.

Coming through half-way at about 54 minutes and change, I knew I was cutting it close. No worries though, I'll just pick up the pace during the final miles, thought I.

By the time there were only a couple miles to go, I was indeed picking up the pace... I thought. Upon examination of the Garmin data, it now appears that I was only maintaining the 8:20-ish pace that I'd been doing all along. It only felt faster.

My finish time was 1:50:17 (or, if you prefer - as I do - 1:49:77), good for third in my ancient age group. It's okay in that it's faster than my previous half, but it's not in the 1:40s. I'm still trying to figure out who the other two old guys are.

And those extra forty seconds I mentioned? Don't even go there. Instead, go before you go.

2019 Made in America 1/2 Marathon

The start - I'm in the middle

Fellow Medina County Road Runner Jennifer Ridgeway and I park at the finish, then jog the short mile to the start area. It's about 40F, and now that we're warmed up, it feels like it'll be a great day for running. We say hey to some of our other MCRR buddies, and then we're off.

The first four miles are on hilly roads, then we turn onto the towpath for the flat remainder. I talk to a couple runners around me, but this relatively small field spreads out fairly quickly.

I am running just slightly better than 8:30 per mile pace. Doing the math (and this is complicated, but I've got nothing else to think about), I determine that I've got to pick up the pace just a little to beat last year's time of 1:50 and change. Maybe a fast final 5K will do it. Yeah, that's the ticket.

Regular readers of this blog may find this ambition - to beat last year's time - just a little familiar. Just last week at the Veteran's Marathon, I had been trying to better my 2018 result, but missed by a minute. One thing I am sure of: that this won't happen again. No, that is not possible.

Eight and a half miles in, I catch up with Jennifer. She has had some problems, but I convince her to run with me. It's good to have the company, and I think we're both benefiting. I also want to pick up the pace.

I (we) do. A little. Mile ten goes by in a little under 1:25 (editor's note: Dan used to complete entire 1/2 marathons under 1:25), and mile 12 in 1:41 and change. Now I really have to pick it up. Can I do it? Come in at least as fast as last year?

Crossing the finish line in 1:51

Nope. Close - within a half-minute (told you it wouldn't be a minute) - but no cigar. My 1:51 is still okay enough to beat all the geezers in my ancient age group, Never mind that Ron Legg, who's in an even older AG, beat me by a mile. Or two.

So it was a fun race and another pretty good result. Now I'm ready for whatever is next. Maybe a warm bath.

Jennifer Ridgeway and I

2019 InFirst Bank Veteran's Marathon

It's 8:53 AM EDT and I amble out of the car where I'd been reading for a half-hour. I wait in line for the porta-potty, and by 8:56, I'm jogging over to the start. The start, you see, is at 9:00 AM, but since this is a small race, I didn't have to be there any earlier than this. I should also mention that the race cost me fifty bucks. I registered a little over a week ago, just before the price increase to sixty. Had I been earlier, I could have gotten in for twenty-six. These are some of the many reasons I love small races like this. Not to mention that they're friendlier and easier-going. I should also mention that I did have to drive three hours to get here in Black Lick, PA. In case you don't know where that is, it's close to Indiana, PA.

I loved this race last year, and I ran well here. 3:46 and change (a lot of change, by the way). Could I do it again?

The cannon goes off with a BOOM, and off I go. It's cool (about 40), but not as cold as forecast. The early miles go by easily. I'm running at about the same pace as last year. Will I be able to hold it?

The Ghost Town trail is just as scenic as it was last year. The race is out and back, and that's another simplicity thing that I like about it. I reach the half-way turn-around in 1:53. This is perfect. But last year I finished strong. Will I be able to once again?

Although the second-half has a slight downhill grade, the wind is now in my face. It's not awful, but it may be taking a bit of a toll. I find that I am now working harder to maintain that same pace. During the last couple of miles, I slow down just a tiny bit. It's not much, but it's enough to prevent me from exceeding last year's time. 

This year it's 3:48; just over a minute slower than last year. I'm happy with it. Why couldn't I finish just a little stronger? The answer is blowin' in the wind.