Some Old Cleveland Marathon Race Reports

Nothing new here. I'm just that with the race a week away, I am reminiscing about Cleveland Marathons past. Here are a handful of race reports from some of my 20 Cleveland Marathon finishes. They're mostly links to older blog posts, but some are BF (Before Blog) so I'm just pasting them in here. 

And by the way, I just (re) published an article about the race from 2008.

2023 Cleveland Marathon Race Report

The 2019 Rite-Aid Cleveland Marathon

Brain Baker: The 2013 Cleveland Marathon - My Last (it wasn't)

Cleveland Marathon Race Report in Backwards Order So It Has a Happy Ending (2012)

2011 Rite Aid Cleveland Marathon

Where Can I Find Payne? (2009)

Cleveland Marathon (2007)

Now for a couple of older ones.

2000

Sub 3 is a "Hit"

3:00 to 3:05 is a "Near Miss"

Now then, we gotta call 3:06 to 3:09 something, don't we? Ho 'bout a "Near, Near Miss".

Bright and sunny skies and pleasantly cool (50s) temperatures greeted us at the CVS Cleveland Marathon yesterday. There were light breezes from the northeast. The course heads out and back, starting at Cleveland State University (my alma watsa matter) and heading to the western suburbs before returning. Sure was a pretty one with some blossoms out and a few views of Lake Erie.

I thought that after my debacle in Toledo two weeks ago that I'd be conservative and just try for a negative-split Near Miss. I ran the first half in 93:35, with hopes of picking it up enough to still beat 3:05.

Well it almost happened. I did get down to sub-7 minute pace for a while, getting to mile 20 in 2:22 flat and still going strong.

Alas. I did get tired and those little light breezes didn't feel so light when they were in my face those final miles.

Final time: 3:07 and change. OK, lots of change. So anyway, even splits and a near, near miss. Not too shabby for an old codger.

Great to meet Rita and the other NEO Deads. 

Six Minutes and Fifty-Two Seconds (1989)

Six Minutes and Fifty-Two Seconds had been burned into my psyche for eleven years. That is the pace per mile that I would need in order to break three hours in the marathon.

Why three hours? Mostly because it was my Boston Marathon qualifying time. But also because for me, it was my Mount Everest, Four Minute Mile and First Step on the Moon. And finally because it had simply eluded me for so long.

I had come close: 3:04 in 1978; 3:10 just two months before. I always seemed to hit The Wall around the twenty-mile mark.

It was warm and sunny for the Revco Cleveland Marathon that day in May, 1989. For this race, I had followed a modified version Jeff Galloway’s training plan, which included one mile intervals and long runs of over 26 miles. I had also managed to lose a few pounds.

As the race started, I began running those 6:52 miles. The half way mark came up so fast it surprised me. Exactly one hour, thirty minutes!

At 20 miles, I began to feel those doubts and fears; but it was now or never. This time, I actually picked my pace up a bit.

Those last 6.2 miles are etched into my memory forever. As each one passed, I grew more confident. Yes, they were getting tougher. And I still wasn’t entirely sure I could keep that pace up. But I felt like I was flying; like my feet weren’t even touching the ground.

At 25 miles, I felt like I was flying. But only when I could actually see the finish a quarter mile ahead did I really relax. At that point everything changed to slow motion. I was going to make it and nothing could stop me. The spectators were cheering wildly as I sprinted past others for whom the distance and heat had taken a greater toll. I had a strong urge to do a cartwheel (this was way before such displays became fashionable among world record breakers) just before the finish line, but decided that it was too risky. I just ran through the finish line like everyone else. My time was 2:59:16. After 11 long years, I had made my goal.

A few weeks later, a friend called to tell me that Boston had relaxed their qualifying standards. All I needed now was 3:15. The 3:10 I had done earlier in the year had me qualified! But I still had my Mount Everest, my Four Minute Mile, my First Walk on the Moon.

My first - The Revco Cleveland Marathon, 1978

There was a goodly amount of fear and trepidation (can there be one without the other?) as I lined up for the Cleveland Marathon. Twenty-six miles is a long way no matter how you slice it. I enjoyed seeing the sights of my home town. I enjoyed the crowds cheering me on, and the perfect marathon weather. I responded by running better than expected for much of the race. At eighteen miles I felt so good that I picked up the pace even more. Although I had not had a time goal, it was beginning to look like I could possibly break three hours. But, at twenty-two miles, I was almost completely shot. I hobbled over the Veterans Memorial Bridge (aka Detroit-Superior Bridge) in the final two miles and finally to the finish with a time of Three hours and four minutes. The finish-line volunteers immediately placed me in the medical tent where they covered me and fed me ice chips. My wife, Debbie found me there. I said those now famous words, “Never again”. As I’ve already intimated, I did not make good on my pledge. 

The date was May 14, 1978. The event was the first Revco Cleveland Marathon, and it was also my very first marathon. I managed to make it to the finish line, just before they took me into that tent. 

In the months leading up to that race, I had a training partner named Paul Coleman. Paul was a co-worker and friend. It was his first marathon as well. Others joined us at times, but I did most of my long runs in the Cleveland Metroparks with Paul. From this, I learned the importance of having like-minded training partners, especially for endeavors such as marathons. It takes a village.

It was Paul who originally came up with the mantra that we lived by at the time, and which I still go by ‘run a lot.’ Another co-worker at our place of employment, General Electric’s NELA Park Lighting Group, learned of our upcoming marathon and asked, “How do you train for it?” This person was not a runner, and, I thought, probably didn’t really care or understand what we were doing. Most normal people at the time weren’t even aware of what a marathon was. Dumbfounded, I didn’t quite know how to answer, so I hesitated. Paul piped in to say, “We run a lot.” He wasn’t being mean, but it was somewhat dismissive. We chuckled about it later. Paul explained that he didn’t want to try to explain all of our training to someone who would be otherwise oblivious to it. I just loved the honesty and concise simplicity of it. Run a lot. It’s what we did. And still do.

After the race, I learned that the Boston Marathon qualifying time for men under 40 was three hours. I think I probably said something like, “Huh. Just missed it. Oh, and by the way, what’s the Boston Marathon?” Since I would never again run another marathon, I wouldn’t need to worry about this, now would I?

And even though I would never again (I thought) stupidly venture so far as 26.2 miles, I did not stop running. Running was now in my bones. Getting up early for a run was what I did. And still do. Having young children sure made a difference. I began running less, at least for a while, and waking up even earlier for my runs so as not to lose any time with the family or work.

About eight months earlier, Paul and I had run the Cleveland Heart-a-Thon, a half-marathon that also took place in downtown Cleveland. During that race, I realized that I was competing against at least two top runners: Multiple Boston and New York Marathon Champion Bill Rodgers, and Olympic Gold Medalist Frank Shorter. Even though I didn’t contend for victory with them, I thought it was rather cool that I was able to compete with some of the best athletes in the world. It’s happened several other times as well. In what other sport can an average athlete compete directly with the best on the planet?

Eight years later, and after a couple of small, local Marathons, my family and I moved from Ohio to Southeast Michigan. There, I made some new friends, and continued to run, even ramping up a bit. Now, I began to consider qualifying for and running the Boston Marathon. This is an important chapter in my personal running journey, since it drove so much of my individual motivation and progress at the time. As always, it helped to have friends who were in the same boat.

I was, by now, on another quest as well. It was hopelessly tangled up with the Boston Qualification one, but not entirely. This goal was to break three hours. Before I tell you more about these trying to accomplish this and also qualify for Boston, let’s take a look at Boston Qualification through the years.

The B.A.A. website includes a great deal of interesting information, including a ‘History of Qualifying Times’ page. Information provided includes not only the qualification times for each year that qualification was necessary, but also the B.A.A. rationale for setting such standards. To limit the field size to around 1,000 runners, the first qualification standard was set at four hours for all participants of the 1970 race. It was lowered to 3:30 and then, in 1977, to 3:00 for men under 40. Had I been able to eek out a time four and a half minutes faster at my 1978 Cleveland Marathon, I’d have been in like Flynn.

Marathon & Beyond Article: The Cleveland Marathon

This article was published in a 2008 edition of Marathon & Beyond. It's about the Cleveland Marathon, and since the race has changed so much, the article is a little dated. On the other hand, some is still relevant. Enjoy.

Interested in running a fast spring marathon? Do you prefer low-hassle races that still have a fun, hometown atmosphere? The Rite-Aid Cleveland Marathon may be your ticket. The race exudes a friendly, down-home ambiance. Everyone from the race director to all the volunteers, are welcoming, cheerful, and happy to be of help.

The Cleveland Marathon is generally well regarded as a race with a low hassle factor. No need to take a bus to the start or from the finish; the start and finish areas are at the same place. Major hotels are within walking distance, as is access to public transportation, including buses and rapid transit trains run by the Regional Transit Authority system (RTA). Parking is abundant and easy to find. If you’re staying downtown, you can just roll out of bed and mosey over to the start, and then mosey back when you’re done. Likewise, if you’re out in the ‘burbs, you can either drive, take a bus, or take a rapid transit train to a point near the start/finish area, and then repeat the process in reverse a few hours later. Although the marathon along with the tie-in events may host as many as 9,000 runners, the expo, the related events, and the marathon itself never feel too crowded.

The Cleveland weather in May can be cold, warm, cloudy, sunny or rainy, and sometimes all of the above during the same event! Another factor is the wind. Miles 19-23 are along Lake Erie, and the wind coming off the lake can sometimes be very strong. This said, the weather can generally be expected to be favorable.

How, exactly, did Cleveland get to become ranked among the fastest marathon courses in America? According to RunningUSA, the analysis of mean times for U.S. Marathons with more than 1,000 finishers showed Steamtown, Citizens Bank Philadelphia, and Rite Aid Cleveland as the top three for several different years. Cleveland’s mean finishing time was about 4:05 in 2004 and 2005, and about 4:10 for 2006 and 2007. The course is not entirely flat, however, and the weather is not always favorable. Perhaps that no-nonsense, no-hassle attitude also has something to do with running faster. Another reason may be that possibly, slower runners don’t come here to run. Note, however, that there are walking as well as running divisions, and that the course is open and times are recorded for an eight-hour time period. Slower runners and walkers may be asked to move to the sidewalks, however.

Cleveland is not at the top of everyone’s list of tourist destinations, but there is plenty to see and do there. If you like non-running spectator sports, check out the Indians or the Cavaliers. The Cleveland area is home to an exceptional park system. These include a few beaches along Lake Erie, and a chain of beautiful metropolitan parks known as the Emerald Necklace. Another wonderful park is the Cuyahoga Valley National Park south of town. Dining and nightlife is in full swing in the East 4^th street area and the Warehouse District. And if you’re into cultural activities, Cleveland excels with the world famous Cleveland Orchestra and an excellent array of performing arts at Playhouse Square as well as other areas. There are several fine museums as well. See the Must See / Must Avoid section for a more complete list of these and other local attractions.

A Bit of Background

The Cleveland Marathon was first run in 1978 as the Revco Cleveland Marathon. The original course was out and back, beginning at Cleveland State University and heading westward into the western suburbs. CVS eventually bought out the Revco chain, and found itself inheriting a marathon as well. More recently, Rite-Aid has taken over as title sponsor to complete the drug chain trifecta. One wonders what the organizers will do when they run out of pharmacies. The course has also been changed in recent years to show off more of the city’s cultural and scenic landmarks on both the west and east sides of town.

Jack Staph ran that first Revco Cleveland Marathon in a time of just over 3 hours. He had been trying to qualify for Boston with a sub-3 hour time. He later learned that some cones had been moved at Public Square, causing the course to be long, perhaps by as much as 600 yards. This incident and other factors caused him to become much more involved in the race and to eventually become executive race director, a position he still holds. His son, Ralph, serves as race director.

Through the years there have been some excellent performances by some gifted marathoners. One of the most famous, however, came from someone who wasn’t one of the top runners. Several years back, a woman who had trained for and planned to run the 10K, lined up for the marathon instead. The marathon start is earlier, but she had become confused. At some point after the start, her mistake began to dawn on her. She actually ran the whole way, finished, and became an instant local celebrity.

The field for the accompanying 10K has often been in excess of 5,000, although these numbers have been a bit lower in recent years. The marathon, although it’s the signature event, has never had such a huge field. A half-marathon has also been added to the mix recently, replacing a relay team event.

In terms of prestige, reputation and numbers, the Cleveland Marathon has had its ups and downs over the years. The last few, however, have been much better than most. And the numbers show it – they’re increasing once again.

Marathon Weekend

Cleveland isn’t New York, Boston or Chicago, but the expo is a pretty good one. Vendors are well represented, there are usually several speakers, and it is quite well attended. The expo takes place the Friday and Saturday prior to the race. Check the website for the location as well as exact dates and times. There are other things to do as well:

Associated with the Marathon is the Annual Kid’s Run on Saturday. All kids get a t-shirt, medal, food, and drinks. This event takes place at the Great Lakes Science Center, located in downtown Cleveland. Race distances change depending on the age of the child.

Also associated with the marathon are two other races: a half-marathon and a 10K. There are walking as well as running divisions for all of the distances. The half-marathon shares the start and the first 12 miles with the full marathon. The 10K is run after the start of the marathon. Although the marathon has had some excellent runners compete in the past, the 10K often features world-class athletes and has seen some world records. All these events give spectators plenty to cheer about during the time that the marathoners are out on their walk-about.

The course itself now features some extra goodies: 16 music stations including 5-6 bands and 10 DJ’s, as well as 8 cheering sections. The cheering sections are manned by Cleveland Marathon sponsored charities.

Finally, the Cleveland Marathon features a 26.3 Mile Rock Party, including live music, games, prize giveaways and food and refreshments.

The Course

The start is at the corner of East 13^th and St. Clair Avenue, and the initial direction is eastbound. Within a half-mile, you will turn north and then west. At East 9^th Street, you turn north and quickly west. You’re now on Lakeside Avenue.

Here, just past the one-mile mark, you pass three landmarks in succession: the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum, the Great Lakes Science Center and Browns Stadium. You may catch a glimpse of Lake Erie in between. The Rock Hall is a stunning piece of architecture, designed by I. M. Pei. The Great Lakes Science Center is a hands-on science museum. Browns Stadium will be quiet, but things change just a bit on Autumn Sundays.

Continuing westward, at mile 2 you will cross the Detroit-Superior Bridge over the Cuyahoga River and the Flats. Yes, this is the river that caught fire in the 1960s. And yes, it’s much cleaner now, as is Lake Erie, into which it flows. Along the river below is the Flats, formerly a lively area of bars, restaurants and music venues, but currently undergoing a major rebuilding project. From the bridge, you can see the confluence of the river and the lake by looking to your right. You’ll also see many other bridges of all shapes and sizes. Enjoy the whole scene.

Now you’re on the west side of town. Clevelanders consider the city’s east and west sides to be almost like different cities. After mile 3 you will go down a hill towards Edgewater Park, which you will reach by Mile 4. The park includes beaches along the lake, and is also quite scenic. The beach will be quiet on an early Sunday morning in May, but come back to check it out in the summer.

You will continue westbound on Edgewater Drive, past some beautiful lakeside homes, as you approach the 6-mile mark. Here, at West 117^th Street, you will turn south and then quickly back east on Lake Avenue. By about Mile 8, you’re heading back past Edgewater Park and eventually back up the hill that took you down there. This hill is not extremely steep, but it is fairly long, and is enough to slow you down a bit.

At mile 9 the course takes some turns: south on West 45^th Street, east on Franklin, south on Fulton and then east on Lorain. This is the Ohio City neighborhood. You’ll pass St. Ignatius High School, famous for both sports and academics, and the Franklin Castle, which is boarded up and supposedly haunted. You’ll also pass the West Side Market, a Mecca for shoppers of ethnic meats as well as produce and other foods. It’s not on the Must See list, but it may be worth a stop on Saturday, just to witness the spectacle.

Lorain changes to Carnegie as you once again cross over the Cuyahoga River via the Hope Memorial Bridge and continue eastbound. On the Bridge, which is named for William Henry Hope, a local stonemason and father of Bob Hope, check out the two sets of huge iconic “Guardians of Traffic” statues at each end. Coming off the bridge you will pass Jacobs Field, home to the Cleveland Indians, as well as Quicken Loans Arena, aka the Q, home to the Cleveland Cavaliers.

Spectators who were downtown for the start may have been able to watch the runners come by after the early turns and may now be able to walk a few blocks to see the runners approach downtown once again. Soon after Mile 12, the half-marathoners peel off to the left to finish their race. Suddenly, you’re running with fewer companions, and you realize that this marathon stuff is serious business.

Just past Cleveland State University, you will turn north onto East 30^th Street, and then East once again on Chester Avenue. You will be on Chester for about three miles. The avenue is wide and the residential neighborhoods are quiet here. It is mostly flat with a few very gently rolling hills. You will pass the famous Cleveland Clinic to the right. It takes up several blocks and is continuously expanding.

At about mile 16, the course turns north into and around University Circle. This area is home to Case Western Reserve University, University Hospitals, Severance Hall (home of the world-renowned Cleveland Orchestra), and several acclaimed museums. After the Circle, you will turn right to continue north on Martin Luther King Drive. Now you’re running through Rockefeller Park, one of the prettiest parts of the course. While traversing the park, notice the various national gardens along the way. The course winds through this shady, wonderfully scenic park for a couple miles until you reach Lake Erie.

Mile 19 is in Gordon Park, where the course turns back to the west, along the lake. You will now be mostly along the lake, on bike paths and North Marginal Road, until you’re past the 23-mile mark. You may see fishermen along the shore here and for the next few miles. The lake has many moods: calm and blue, slate gray, choppy, or just plain angry. Most of these moods won’t affect you, other than to be a source of fascination. One thing that will affect you, though, is the wind. It would be nice to say that you can get a nice tailwind here to carry you to a PR, but don’t count on it! It is more likely to be in your face, but it is quite unpredictable, so close to the lake itself. Your best bet is to plan for this part to be tough but enjoyable nonetheless.

After mile 23, you will once again pass near the Rock Hall, Great Lakes Science Center, and Browns Stadium, before heading back to the downtown area. On West 3rd Street you will go up a short but nasty (mostly because it is 24 miles into your run) hill. At the top, you’ll turn west and then south again on West 9^th. You’re in the Warehouse District, now popular residential area with several trendy restaurants. Another turn back to the east, and you’re going through the Public Square area, the center of town. By mile 25, you’re heading eastward on Lakeside, back towards the finish. You will turn south and then westbound once more, for about the last ¼ mile, to finish at East 12^th and St. Clair.

There now. Wasn’t that fun? Get some refreshments, get your gear, and enjoy the entertainment. You deserve it!

Runner’s Highs / Runner’s Lows

Highs

Fast course – not entirely flat, but fast nonetheless

Generally good marathon weather, although not always

Some great scenery, including Lake Erie, Rockefeller Park and the University Circle area

Convenient start and finish locations

Music stations and cheering sections along the course

Lows

Finish area is congested and sometimes blocks runners from re-entry after they retrieve their clothes.

The wind along the Lake Erie shore can be brutal at times.

Must See / Must Avoid

Must See

Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum. This is one of Cleveland’s top attractions with good reason. Established in 1995, it is the home for the celebration and study of rock and roll music. The exhibits, educational programs and performance events have made it a draw for both fans and artists. The Rock Hall also became more involved with the Marathon in 2007, sponsoring an aid station and providing discounts to runners.

Cleveland Orchestra and other performing arts. The orchestra is renowned as one of the best on the planet. They play at historic Severance Hall in the University Circle area. Don’t miss this opportunity to hear classical music at its best. Cleveland also has a great theater scene, with much of the activity at Playhouse Square, just east of downtown.

Parks. The Cleveland area is blessed with beautiful parks of all kinds. The Emerald Necklace forms a partial ring around the city, where parks are linked to one another with greenways. These and other Cleveland Metroparks offer miles of scenic wooded areas with trails galore. Also nearby is Cuyahoga Valley National Park, including more great scenery and woods as well as the Ohio and Erie Canal Towpath, home of the Towpath Marathon.

Lake Erie. There are several options here. Beaches include Huntington and Edgewater west of the city center, and Headlands far to the east. The Goodtime III takes a short cruise on the lake and the Cuyahoga River, and at various times includes dinner and dancing. If you have more time, you can also travel to some of the Lake Erie Islands by boat from the Sandusky area an hour or so west of the city.

Cedar Point. This attraction, also in the Sandusky area is home of the most, as well as some of the fastest, highest, and most exciting roller coasters in the world. It is usually open during weekends in May. It’s well worth the trip, especially if you’ve got smaller family members along with you.

Must Avoid

Bad guys. Like any large city, Cleveland is generally safe, but there are some areas with more crime than others. Most of downtown is ok. Just exercise caution when you’re about, especially at night. It’s best to be with others whenever possible.

The Cleveland Clinic. This institution is widely recognized as one of the best hospitals anywhere, but please don’t wind up here as a result of your efforts in the race!

The Basics

The Rite Aid Cleveland Marathon

29525 Chagrin Blvd., Suite 215

Pepper Pike, OH 44122

Phone: 800-467-3826

FAX: 216-378-0413

Web Site: www.clevelandmarathon.com

e-mail: clevelandmarathon@earthlink.net

Events:

• Expo

• Pasta Dinner

• Children’s Fun Run

• Marathon run and walk

• Half-Marathon run and walk

• 10-K Run and walk

Executive Race Director: Jack Staph

Race Director: Ralph Staph

Year Race Established: 1978

Future Race Date: 18 May, 2008 (usually the 3^rd Sunday in May)

Start Time: 7:00 AM

Course Records:

• Women: 2:30:15 - Tatiana Pozdniakova, 1998

• Men: 2:10:29 - Pavel Kokin, 2000

Awards:

• Total purse: $6,200 (marathon only)

• Male and Female Winners: $1,000

• Other prize money to:

  • 2^nd through 5^th place Male and Female

  • Top 3 masters

  • Walkers

• Other awards to top 5 in each age group

Number of Volunteers: about 1,500

Finishers in 2007:

Marathon Runners: 1,925

Half-Marathon Runners: 2,913

10K Runners: 2,649

Marathon Walkers: 62

Half-Marathon Walkers: 280

10K Walkers: 444

Wheelchair Racers (multiple divisions): 24

Male/Female Marathon Finishers: 66% Male; 34% Female

Course Markings: Every mile

Aid Stations: 18-19

Entry Fees: $65 to $95

Host Hotel:

Hyatt Regency Cleveland at the Arcade, 800-233-1234

Other Hotels:

Renaissance Cleveland Hotel, 800-468-3571

Crowne Plaza Hotel, 800-321-1090

Travel:

Cleveland Hopkins Airport is located southwest of downtown and is served by several large airlines.

If you are driving, Cleveland is served by Interstate Highways I90, I71 and I77. I80 and connecting interstates are also nearby.

The good, the bad, and the slugly

The Good

It wasn't too long ago that I began to be concerned that my old Achilles tendonitis might be rearing its ugly head once again. Then I came up with a hopeful theory that the pain was entirely due to a callus that had developed on the incision scar. Today I am pleased to report that the callus remover appears to have worked. Part of the callus came off by itself after using the stuff. Doctor Debbie Horvath then took a scalpel to the rest of it. Now I use moleskin for some extra padding, but the pain is pretty much gone.

But wait, there's more good news. On occasion, I run fairly well. Not fantastic. Just pretty good. Better than a few weeks ago. Will it be good enough to run a good marathon next week? Nah. But maybe I'll be able to run a marathon next week. (Note the missing qualifier in that last sentence.)

The Bad

The coffee didn't work today. This is only the one-zillionth time for me. I started my run slow, and ...

The Slugly

And instead of getting into the groove, I only got sleepier and slower. They can't all be gems.

My dream/nightmare

Today's track workout was to be the one where we run ten 400s with 100-meter recoveries to add up to 5,000 meters, in total. It's a good gut check for the 5K distance - you're running the 400s at about your 5K speed, but you get breaks between each lap. Adding it all up today, I ran my 5K a minute and a half faster than I did for the Run 4 Fun. Sounds pretty good, eh?

It's fine. Except for one thing: I'm not training for a 5K; I'm training for a marathon. Yes, Cleveland is only a week and a half away. 

Ever have that familiar old dream/nightmare where you are in college and about to take a final exam but only now realize that you haven't attended class, studied, or even opened the book for the entire term? That about sums up my thoughts for this upcoming race. It's mostly because I haven't been doing Yassos. I never do not do Yassos. All of this was bouncing around my head during this morning's pre-workout panic attack.

How to empty my head of such negative thoughts? How about adding enough speedy laps such that the total adds up to the length of a Yasso Workout? That means five 800s at the tail end of the ten 400s. When everyone else was done and headed home. This time it worked. I did an early 800, followed by the ten 400s, followed by four more 800s. Sure enough, it was the same amount of speedy laps as if I'd just done Yassos.

Medina Run4Fun Race Report

It's a 5K (not my best distance). It's in the evening (I am a morning person.). I've already had my run today. I ran long yesterday. I'm not feeling all that well anyway (for several reasons). Yes, you could say that I'm out of my comfort zone. Just jog it, I say to myself. You can make the distance. Maybe.

But this is a fun little 5K race. You can tell, because 'fun' is in the name. There is a track meet going on as I arrive. I watch some of the running there in the stadium. I then jog around and see lots of other kids coming and going. The lacrosse kids are preparing to take the field after the track meet and the kids' 800-meter run.

The 5K is mostly kids as well. I suppose that since the race benefits the schools, the parents who organize it entice their children to participate as well. I'm a little surprised that, besides Harold Dravenstott and Sharon Sibilski, I don't see more of my regular running friends. That's okay; they wouldn't want to see me run so poorly anyway. I know I sure don't.

I ran this race two years ago, and probably a few times before that. This feels about the same. I line up in back and start with Harold. We watch as Sharon starts a little faster and moves up ahead. HD and I run together for a while, but I pull ahead for the final mile or so. I guess we won't be having a race to the death today. The pace (9:00 to 9:15 per mile) is slower than I would have liked, but at least it's steady.

My time is 27:48 or so. I hope I can take a few minutes off that time as the season progresses. Maybe I can eliminate at least some of those excuses. And get back into my comfort zone.

Allow me to summarize my feelings a different way. I hate 5Ks. And I need to do more of them.

Uranus is in the wrong place

 Oh, the things Dan says.

"It's the Journey of Gnatty Dan." Debbie Hicks, Shannon Barnes, Harold Dravenstott, and I had begun at Medina Square, and promptly encountered clouds of gnats as we turned onto the Champion Creek Multipurpose Trail. They got in our eyes, noses, mouths, and everywhere else you can think of.

"Uranus is in the wrong place." The Helios Project was installed last year. Models of the sun, the planets, and non-planet Pluto are placed along the park trail and the size and relative distance of the objects are to scale. The distance between Jupiter and Saturn appears to be much greater than that from Saturn to Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto. I mentioned that this didn't seem right; the distance between the planets keeps increasing with their distance from the sun. So Uranus should be placed much farther away. When I got home, I looked it up. I was right; to keep the scale correct, Uranus would be at the very end of the trail, and Neptune and Pluto would be farther still. There. I think I got through that without even one Uranus joke. 

"Debbie used to teach math, but now she's history." After many fine years as a teacher, Debbie is about to retire. I mentioned that her coworkers would soon be able to honestly say this. My running friends ask, "How long did it take you to come up with that one, Dan?" "Not long enough," I answer.

Something Wonderful

I am nearly ten miles into my planned twenty-miler. It's taken me two full hours to get this far, and any hopes of having a good, solid long run seem to be out the window. I had started slowly and I've done nothing but get even slower. The only idea I've been able to come up with is to head over to Brunswick Lake and do multiple one-mile lake loops. To get there, I'm headed around and in back of Brunswick High School. I glance over at the track, and it's open. Let me repeat that. It's OPEN!

This almost never happens. They keep the track closed up tighter than the Pentagon. I haven't been able to run here in about a year. It's often frustrating, but then, I'm so much more full of joy when things do actually work out here. I wrote a post about all this back in 2015. Probably some other ones too. Now, I will be able to run most of my remaining miles here today.

And I do. And the pace improves. And my demeanor improves as well. I go from 12-minute miles to 9:40 and better ones. Each mile gets faster from 11 through 17 when it's time to run the three miles back home. Even those miles aren't bad, and mile 20, my last, turns out to be the fastest mile of the day.

You've heard it here before: all's well that ends well. It's true again today.

Something of Extremely Slight Substance (SOESS)

Keen observers may have noted that in spite of everything, I'm still putting in the miles. The thing about those miles is (and this may astound you), they've been slow. Very slow. Today would be different. Or would it?

It's Tuesday. Track Tuesday. That means the Claggett Middle School Track, bright and early at 5:00 AM. A couple of days ago, my friend Shannon Barnes asked what today's track workout would entail. I responded by asking which one she hated most. She replied, "A ladder." So of course, a ladder it would be: 200/400/800/1200/800/400/200. 

A few of us actually did it. Unfortunately, I wasn't one of them. I did do most of it, but I wound up walking and talking and then I went home when the rain got harder. But. (You knew there would be a but.) When I got home, I got on the old mill and did a few more 400s.

Altogether, this was a decent amount of speedwork, enough to be considered... Something of Extremely Slight Substance.

I hate to be so callous about my callus

My previous post was somewhat on the negative side. I want to report that these reports of my demise are greatly exaggerated. Okay, maybe just a little exaggerated. We're gonna see.

The reason for the (very) guarded optimism is that I now believe that it could possibly be the callus itself that's the cause of the pain. I'm trying to take care of it. Without becoming too callous about the whole thing.

Not that I'm running all that great these days. But I AM running.,

Achilles Rides Again

Dear Diary,

I am aware that you don't like to hear bad news from me, your primary contributor. But whom else to say it to? Bad enough that I have to put with these slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, but it's that much worse when I have no one to tell about it. Therefore, you win. You get to hear the whole dang gaggle of bad vibes. Lucky you.

It all started ten years ago. I developed a pain in my Achilles Tendon. Didn't seem so bad at first, but then it got going more and more, and at some point, it became obvious that this condition was not going to improve on its own, But you know all this, don't you Diary? The Achilles surgery happened three years ago. You knew that too. You even knew about the long but (until now) successful recovery and comeback.

By now, Diary, you are probably just beginning to suspect that something might be slightly wrong in Dan-land. And you would be right. 

It started a couple of months ago, when I was running every day in Florida. I know. That's a clue right there. But hey, things had been going good at the time. Why not run to my heart's content? But then it  came on: a slight but unmistakable pain right along the incision scar. Just a little tenderness, I thought/hoped/wondered. Now, said pain has only gotten worse. So much so that I am now considering cutting my mileage, and that's a drastic step, especially with the Cleveland Marathon looming.

Could it be some sort of infection (since it's still right at the scar and now it's capped with a more-tender callus)? Or something even more sinister, like a return to the calcium buildup and mis-shaped heel bone? What to do, Diary?

Okay, I hear you. See the doc. Alright - that's what my friends and loved ones are saying as well. Okay, I suppose I will. And oh yes, you're a loved one too. 

Mileage first

Mileage first, then intensity. That's the formula that I usually employ to get myself in shape. And, it's happening again, now. After managing to somehow pull through last week's half-marathon, I now have to get somewhat more serious about training. Cleveland is looming; it's only a month away. And I do manage to get a long run on Lester Rail Trail today, with the help of my friends. It was only 18 miles, and it wasn't all that pretty, but at least it's done. 

Now, I've got to keep the mileage up and then work on some intensity. But you already knew that.

Boston 2.24 Race Report

Firstly, Boston 2.24 is not the race in Boston, MA, it's just the one in Fredericksburg, OH. That's near Wooster, and also well into Amish country. I like the course. It's out and back on the Holmes County Trail. There is a full marathon and a half, all with Boston MA themes, such as the sign for Heartbreak Hill, which is a small graded uphill section at about mile 21 and the Citco sign near mile 24. I realized a week ago that, after arriving home and being unwell for a time, a marathon was not a good idea for me. I was simply not ready. (I am now on antibiotics for the upper respiratory problem.) Thus secondly, I would not be running a marathon today. Just a half.

How would this old, not-so-well guy do at such a race? He's done this little race before. This year, it's even littler. Just a small, friendly run in Amish-land. The trail heads mostly South, towards Millersburg. At first, the headwind is strong and it begins to look like it will be a tough day. But then, as we approach a buggy with some Amish folks around it, the winds seem to calm down and it warms up a little. Speaking of buggies, we'd been warned to "avoid stepping in the mud, because it's not mud." I think I am able to keep my shoes mostly clean.

My pace is pretty close to nine minutes per mile. There are a few others that seem to be in the same boat. If I can keep this going, my time will be just a little under two hours. My time at the 6.55-mile turnaround point is 58:30 - just about right. Now, things ought to get easier, methinks. I'll have the wind at my back, and everything will be fine, methinks.

Am I able to unleash the beast, you ask? Put the peddle to the metal? Sprint to the finish? Not quite. It's all I can do to just barely maintain that nine-minute pace. Just barely. It even gets hot as the expected tailwind doesn't do its job. I cross the finish line in tenth place with a time of 1:57 and change. Just made it (under two hours and at 9-minutes-per-mile).

I love me these nice, tiny little races. The only thing is, it seemed much tougher than it should have been. I want to get back to running this pace for a full marathon, not just a half? Think I'll get there? Just wait and see.

Back but not back

Been back for ten days now. Wanted to hit the ground running, but instead, I just hit the ground.

What's wrong, you ask? Lots of stuff. Top of the list is that my Achilles Tendonitis appears to have made an ugly comeback. This has been brewing for a while, but it's back to the point of actually hurting. I'm not sure what to do about it, other than a few P.T. exercises and taking it easy. I'm also taking it easy due to a seemingly minor upper respiratory issue. It's not completely awful, but it won't go away. I've started taking an old dosage of Azithromycin for that.

I've asked the RD of this Sunday's Boston 2.24 race to switch me from the full to the half. A full isn't in me right now. I'll try to keep my eyes on the prize for Cleveland. I still have over a month for that.

Running from Sydney to Papeete

Yes it would be a little tough to run all that way, especially since there's an ocean in the middle, but I do manage to run on the cruise ship that's making such a journey. Here are some of the tales.

Sydney

We're staying an extra day here before embarking on the cruise journey. So I get to spend a couple hours enjoying the city by foot. I begin by heading over to White Bay Cruise Terminal to view the Oceania Regatta, the ship we will be traveling on. It's just a couple miles, including a run across the ANZAC Bridge. Naturally, I get lost coming back, but it would be tough to come up with a better place to be lost in than Sydney. It's wonderful.

Running along Darling Harbor

At the ANZAC Bridge

Eventually, I get back to the Darling Harbor area, close to the hotel. Then, I continue to the North and explore Barangaroo Park, where I hear the unmistakable call of a kookaburra. 

On Board the Good Ship Oceania Regatta

Run around in circles on deck. Get tired so try the treadmill for a while. Get tired of that, so run some more circles outside. Rinse, repeat.

Napier, New Zealand

After three consecutive sea days, it's nice to see land again. Lady Adventurer and I take a walk through town, then I go out later on for my run. After an early-morning run, followed by brekkie, followed by our walk, followed by a short nap, this short shuffle is not Dan running at his best. But it's not quite nothing.

On Board the Good Ship Oceania Regatta

Run around in circles on deck. Get tired so try the treadmill for a while. Get tired of that, so run some more circles outside. Rinse, repeat. Eventually, I graduate away from the mill and more onboard. It's nicer to watch the sunrises and entry into ports. I do manage to get one final land/in-port jog/walk - in Papeete on the island of Tahiti as we're awaiting transfer to the airport.

Tahiti

Surprisingly, I do manage to get my overall mileage in. Even for tempo runs and (barely) for long runs. The only day I miss is the day we leave. I'm reasonably happy with that. Too bad about all those extra pounds though.

And so little of it

I realize that this is insensitive and may be offensive to some, so I apologize in advance. But it does apply to my recent running, so I'll repeat it. Sorry.

Woody Allen tells the story of Jewish ladies talking to each other at a wedding. One lady complains, "The food is awful." Another one agrees, "And there's so little of it."

And so it is with my recent running. It's awful and there's so little of it. Other than a couple of nice runs over the weekend, I've slowed down and also managed to run less than planned. I have reason to believe that this trend may continue into the future as well.

The funny thing is that something like this also happened at the same time last year. I had run a marathon whilst in Florida, got myself recovered and back in shape, only to return to Ohio and crash and burn. Looks like history is repeating itself.

Tales of 2024 PCB Running

Here are some random stories of my running in Panama City Beach in January and February 2024. You may find some of them interesting and amusing. Or not... Read at your own risk.

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"Earn this," says the Tom Hanks character to the Matt Damon character in Saving Private Ryan. It's my theme for today's run.

I had packed an overnight bag for our stopover in Pulaski, TN on our way to Panama City Beach. I knew I probably wouldn't feel a whole lot like running there on New Year's Day, but I had to do it anyway. A lot of clothing (cold weather had been forecasted) for a very short run.

Short it was - only 3 or so slow miles around Pulaski. But at least I started the year off right. I earned it.

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It's January 2nd, and I'm running my Beachside Six route. Twice. This route is my old stand-by; I've done it many, many, many times whilst staying at Beachside Resort here in PCB. It feels very familiar this morning.

The weather is cool, yet pretty and clear. I start slow, but each mile gets slightly faster. By the time I'm on my second go-around, it's getting lighter and I'm moving ever faster. My final three miles are fast enough to be considered tempo pace, and my last mile is my best.

It's Something of Substance, and it's a good thing to kick off my running down here.

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Panama City Beach Conservation Park. It's where long runs get done. I've written about PCBCP before, most recently in last year's PCB running post. Well, guess what? I'm back. After a couple of easy days, it's now time for a long run. I know: it's been less than a week since the Brunswick Marathon but hey, I've got the Big Beach Marathon (BBM) coming up at the end of January.

It occurs to me that I can classify the long runs I've done here as A) Went as well as could possibly be expected, B) I got through it, but I only just managed to get the distance done, or F) A complete and total failure. Surprisingly, I've had very few F's and arguably more A's than B's. What would today bring?

I begin in the dark. The stars are beautiful. By about 6:00 AM, I'm a couple of miles into the run and it's already beginning to get light. As I often do, I'm running the first 9.5-mile loop around the park perimeter counter-clockwise, and the second one clockwise. This is so that the bright rising sun doesn't bother my eyes too much during the long east-facing parts of the trail as it's getting ever higher. 

It doesn't work. As I'm completing the final miles of loop one, the sun is already as blinding as it can get, and it's unavoidable - no shade or turns to help me avoid it. The counter-clockwise loop is better in this regard; there are fewer areas of bright sunlight shining directly into my eyes. I should probably just run all my loops here in this direction.

Although I start slow, my pace gradually improves during the first nine. This bodes well for the second half of my run. I take a gel and some water, and sure enough, my per-mile pace continues to improve during the first half of loop 2. Until it doesn't. I slow down and struggle to make it all the way to the finish. How to grade such a thing?

It's a B; I made the desired distance (19 miles, although I'd had thoughts of running one or two more), but I didn't quite continue improving my pace throughout the run. Maybe I can improve on this.

PCB Conservation Park

PCB Conservation Park

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After that long run, I also managed to do another tempo run yesterday. Today's goal is a Yasso workout. I will do two Beachside Six circuits and in the process, complete ten 1/2-mile pickups. As usual (and due to my time goal for my upcoming marathon), I will attempt to do each repeat in four minutes or a little better. I've done this kind of thing before.

It's dark, cool, and windy, and I can't get motoring very well for the first one and my time is 4:20 or so. Not good. I manage to speed up just a little for my next few, but they're still well slower than 4 minutes. I am finally getting closer to that four-minute goal as I complete my sixth repeat during the first 6-mile loop. But that didn't go so well; I've now got four more to do during my second loop - maybe they will be better.

They aren't. The times wind up about the same. And I'm exhausted. I shuffle through the rest of the run, slightly disappointed. My average 800 time is around 4:09. I need to do better.

One slightly good piece of news comes when I look back at my runs from last year at this time. Those 800s are actually a bit slower, but I improved from there. Can I do that again?

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As I'm getting out of bed, the tornado warning goes off on our phones. It's in effect until 6:00 AM. By the time 6:30 rolls around, I can see that it has stopped raining, so out and about I go. 

It is SUPER windy! But that makes it sort of fun. I am aware that I could possibly be hit by debris, so I'm on the lookout for that. I don't get far - just a couple of close-by miles. 

By the time I return, it's raining sideways again, and the wind has picked up even more. I am greeted by a worried wife, who informs me that there is yet another tornado warning.

Jan. 9: Strong wind, rain, and tornadic activity

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This is going to be a very important long run. Yes, they’re all important, but this one, two and a half weeks out from BBM, is especially so. My first step onto the trail at PCB Conservation Park is a slick and muddy one. So is the second, third, and all those that follow. It appears that the trails have still not dried out from Tuesday’s storms. Keen readers of my blog posts may be aware that I hate mud. I decide early on that I am not going to put up with it today.

But I will not be deterred from completing my twenty miles today. Good thing I had an alternate plan: Gayle’s Trails. Named after a former PCB mayor, these bike trails are flat and straight, and go on forever. They connect Conservation Park with Frank Brown Park as well as other areas. They’re just the ticket for me today.

 
Some of my running friends don’t like straight-shot running venues. They wouldn’t like Gayle’s Trails. Some of them don’t like running around in circles. They wouldn’t like Frank Brown Park, where I’m doing several others of today’s miles. But for me on this day, it all seems to work out.

The first few miles in the dark are slow. By about mile three, it’s getting light and I find myself at Frank Brown Park. Once there, I run several loops. The longest loop around is about two miles. I do some in the interior of the park as well – that’s where the public restrooms and water fountains can be found amongst the baseball fields. By about mile ten, I am emerging from this park. I can go West and return back to Conservation Park. It’s a little over two miles that way. Or I can go East to some new (to me) areas. I choose the latter.

At about this time, I also finally manage to get my pace down below ten minutes per mile. Now, I had better keep it there. In fact, it would be nice to finish even faster, but we’ll see about that.

I explore East and South about as far as I can before I turn back. As I pass the spur back to Frank Brown Park, I am happy to report that I’ve kept the pace steady. But now, with only a few miles left, I try to go even faster. Success. I manage to run miles 17 and 18 at around nine minutes per mile. Once back at Conservation Park, I ease up just a little for my final two.

It’s been a pretty good long run. Not spectacular, but pretty darn good.

Gayle's Trails

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Yasso this workout is better than that last one. It's cold and windy, and a couple of the 800s went above the magic four-minute barrier, but the rest were below. Improvement is good. Now, when does it get easy? 'Cause this one was a sonofab!tch!

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They are building a blacktop bike path along Back Beach Road. Although it will eventually extend much closer, today I have to run three miles to get to the closest completed section. It's Sunday, so they're not working on it. The mile or so that I run on it is smooth, and I have it all to myself. So the good news is that the path is nice for running, but the bad news is that it still runs along a very busy four-lane divided highway that's never more than 25 feet away. Knowing all this, I suppose that if I don't like it, it's my own asphalt.

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Time for another long run, probably my last before BBM. There is rain in the forecast, but how bad can that be? The first raindrops appear during my first few steps. That's okay. I can handle it. Then the wind kicks in. It's not too cold, and being dressed appropriately, I can handle it. Then the temperature drops about 15 degrees within a half-hour. I can handle that too. Then the wind, the rain, and the cold all intensify further, and all at once. I can't handle it!

My planned 18-miler turns into a quite miserable 9-miler. After some pretty good running over the past couple of weeks, I finally landed a stinker.

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I encounter my first sea cucumber of the year. I nudge it with my shoe to see if it's alive. Frozen solid. If it could talk, I think it would say that at the moment, it is not a happy sea cucumber. Why am I running on the beach? I usually don't (in fact, this is my first such run this year), because a) the sand is soft, and b) it's slanted. But since it's 25F with a windchill in the teens, I figure it won't be an A run anyway.

Not another soul on the beach for my first three (of the four) miles; I have it all to myself. It's beautiful.

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After this week's weather and other challenges, today is the day. It's really and truly my final long run before BBM. This time, I'm back at PCB Conservation Park for my usual: two 9.5-mile loops. I'm a little nervous and apprehensive. But guess what? It goes well. The first loop is slow and easy, and the second is excellent, with 3 of the final 4 miles under 9 minutes. I'll call it an A.

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"Running: We don't do it because it's easy; we do it because we thought it would be easy." I smile about this fav meme of mine as I arrive at the Arnold H.S. track for the first time this year. It's to be my third Yasso workout though, and I'm anticipating that it'll also be my best. Yeah, it's 33F and the wind is extreme, but really - how hard could this run be?

Pretty darn hard. The first 800 almost kills me, and the four-minute flat time is mildly disappointing. I'd hoped to do all ten under four today. Maybe the rest will be better, and maybe it will get easier. Nope. At least, not yet. Numbers two and three are also four-flat, and also not at all easy. But finally, the sun begins to rise, and so (slightly) does the temperature as well as my speed. Numbers four through ten are under four, and I finally feel a little better still.

Overall, it's a second per 800 faster than my last Yasso. But no easier. Someday.

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It's early Sunday morning, and I'm exploring. When there's no traffic, it opens the opportunities up a bit. Today I cross over usually-busy Back Beach Road to run on some of the roads that I almost never get to. I run along Lake Powell where possible. Exploring is a good thing.

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I'm putting in a couple of beach miles. Although I usually don't, this seems like a good way to taper. BBM, you see, is tomorrow. The weather should be good, so I will have to dig deep to find adequate excuses.

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I run the BBM. Click here to see the race report.

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Gonna be a down week. At least that's my Monday thought. On Tuesday, I'm still sore, but I manage a slow ten miles. Will I be able to (fairly) quickly get back to where I was?

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Nope. Those somewhat high hopes of a strong week fall away with today's painfully slow one and a half beach miles. Okay, maybe I still need the rest. But January is done, and I ran each and every day of it. Today's miles were the fewest of any. Now, what will February bring?

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This Gulf is pretty darn cold. I think the water is a not-too-bad 60F these days, but the air is 45F right now. It's only the second time this year that I've gone in to cool off the 'ole legs after a run. I ought to do more of this... When it warms up a bit.

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There's a pinecone standing up on the trail in front of me. It looks like T'd-up a football, I think. Time to try a field goal! I run up to it and kick away. I knew going in that I would have to go low to get underneath it enough to launch it up toward my imaginary uprights. As much as I try to do this, I don't. My foot hits the top and the pinecone/football just dribbles down and along the path for a foot or two. Meanwhile, I have nearly pulled a muscle from the unusual leg motion. I luckily (barely) avoid winding up on my back ala Charlie Brown.

It's a good metaphor for today's run: a complete and total failure that had started with high hopes. Personal ambition went from this being a B run to an F. And that was mostly about the time when the fateful kick from hell occurred.

So it was the long run that wasn't. That's okay; it's only five days from BBM. Maybe I'll be recovered in another 24 hours or so.

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For my second long-run attempt since BBM, I decide to run from Beachside Resort instead of driving to Conservation Park or anywhere else. This time, I've had a few additional days to recover. But how to get to 18 miles? Well, I can do three 6's, a 10 and a 6 and a 2, 9 out-and-back, or just run. If all this reminds you of the First Citywide Change Bank, it should. Here are the links to the two SNL skits - 1 and 2.  Regardless of what I decide, it's generally better to have a plan since failure to plan is a plan to fail. I land on the three 6's idea.

As usual, I change my mind within the first quarter-mile. Hey, I think, why not run over to Conservation Park, then hit Gayle's Trails at that point? By my rough on-the-run estimate I may be able to get as far as Frank Brown Park and back for the day. Guess what? It works out.

I arrive at Conservation Part at a bit before mile 6. At this point, I could hit the dirt trails there, but after some water, I decide to do Gayle's Trails as originally conceived. Another three-ish and I'm at Frank Brown Park, getting more water and a bathroom break. Now, all I have to do is get back home.

The sun is rising and I'm picking up the pace, but the fatigue is also setting in. Nevertheless, mile 14 (back down to Back Beach Parkway) is my fastest, so far. I somehow manage to hold this better pace for the final four miles. An average run somehow became a pretty good ones.

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Although most of my running is on the roads and the trails at Conservation Park, I still do run a couple of miles on the beach now and then. Today, I took my camera along for my beach run.

The Shadow Knows

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What got into Dan today? Let me tell you: 2 mugs of coffee, about two dozen grapes, one breakfast bar, two gels, and two 100-mg caffeine pills. The result? One pretty-good 9.5-mile loop around Conservation Park followed by one pretty=great 9.5-mile loop. That second one, at a 9:03 pace, was my fastest-ever run there.

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I fartleked the other day. Been trying to quit, but sometimes I just can't help myself. There's a separate post about it, so click here for all the details. Today, a Yasso was on the agenda. That means speed-work and not speed-play (aka fartlek). Other than said fartlek and some tempo-paced runs, I've done nothing of substance since BBM. But (and it's a Big Butt) I've otherwise been running fairly well. Anyway, we're more than half-way through February, and yet here I am, being a bum. Well, time to get off that bum. And do something of substantial substance.

For at least the fourth time, I skip the Seaside School Half Marathon because although it's nearby, it's also a logistical hassle and quite expensive. In its place, this Yasso run will be quite a serious effort. I even don my fast shoes.

The Back Beach 10-mile course. Ten half-mile repeats. Cool and breezy. It all seems to work out. I manage to keep them all under four minutes for a 3:49 average. I'll take it.

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The crushed limestone on this part of the PCB Conservation Park Orange trail is not crushed so well. In other words, the stones are a little bigger here. Shouldn't be a problem for someone who picks up his feet when he runs. Unfortunately, that's not me. As I'm running along, I somehow kick one stone up an inch or two, and it lands back on top of my left-foot long (Morton's) toe. "EEEOW," I yell. How could such a stupid thing hurt so much and so suddenly? And how could such a stupid thing even happen to me?

Such questions are unanswerable. 

And that's not even the only crazy thing that happens during this run. I'm half-way through my first 9.5-mile loop (and the peace and quiet is wonderful) when a startlingly loud noise comes from the vicinity of my butt.  No, it's not what you think. It's an Amber Alert that couldn't have come at a more inopportune time. 

Despite all this insanity, I have myself a pretty good run. I complete the first circuit in 1:37:56 for a 10:16 pace, and the second one in 1:23:31 for a 8:48 pace and an FKT (Fastest Known Time) here. That's even better (way better) than the last time.

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This is an experiment. Since we're leaving in two days, I'm doing my last run at Conservation Park. It's warm and sunny but breezy. I wonder what will happen if I don't take in any extra caffeine (other than my usual amount of coffee) or energy gel. Will I still be able to run as well as I have been here? Last week's FKT is probably out of reach, but perhaps I can still run fairly well.

Then a funny thing happens. I do run well. The mile splits for my second loop get faster and faster, and it almost looks like I can come close to that FKT. Alas. I slow up just a bit in the final two miles (the wind got to me, not to mention the fatigue) and I wind up with a 1:25+ for a 8:58 pace. I suppose you could call this a SFKT (Second-Fastest Known Time). I'm pretty pleased with it.

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I finish my time here the way it started: by running the Beachside Six course. It's at tempo pace, and I'm pretty happy with it. 

I ran every single day in January and February. It's been mostly pretty darn good.

I fartlek in your general direction

"I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal-food-trough wiper. I fart in your general direction." ~ French Soldier in Monty Python and the Holy Grail

"The only thing that bothers me is if I'm in a restaurant and I'm eating and someone says, "Hey, mind if I smoke?" I always say, 'No. Mind if I fart?'" ~ Steve Martin

We here at Dan Horvath's Running Blog have high ethical and moral standards. All types of Toilet humor, potty, and scatological humor is strictly off the table. (Maybe on the seat, but most assuredly NOT on the table.) So don't look for any fart humor here, (other than the initial two quotes).

It's about time for some fartlek, I think. I've been running slow and easy a little too much lately. Thus, a little fartlek is just what the doctor ordered. 

Fartlek, aka Speedplay, is a distance runner's training approach developed in the late 1930s by Swedish Olympian Gösta Holmér. In its widely adapted contemporary forms, fartlek training is alternating periods of faster and slower running, sometimes over natural terrain. It differs from traditional interval training by being less structured. To put it another way, traditional intervals can be thought of as speed work, whilst unstructured off-and-on speed running can be considered speed play, or fartlek.

After a mile of warmup, I let loose with the fartlek. Guess what? It all comes out pretty well. I run slow and slower, slow and slower, mixing it up. Others on the roads and sidewalks do not seem too offended. The entire ten-mile run winds up being just fine. 

It's all very satisfying.