Sunday, March 17, 2019

Day 4,459: Publix Atlanta Half Marathon


Prior to Sunday, I've run the Publix Atlanta Half Marathon course, in its several iterations, seven times. Six for the half and one for the full, in 2010. It is my favorite course around the city and one I call a meat-grinder for its many unforgiving hills.

Only once had I bested it, in 2016, following a jerk who kept bumping me on North Highland Avenue and ran off at an incomprehensible speed, leading to my then-PR of 1:42:40. Since then, I'd largely avoided the race until a few weeks ago when the Atlanta Track Club revealed the race shirts, which I liked.

So I impulsively signed up for it and then struggled to figure out how to fit it into my marathon training schedule. I pretty much have a no-extraneous race rule after getting a stress fracture after running a half marathon a few weeks before the 2016 Chicago Marathon.

My goal thus was to just run this like a long training run, say in the 8:08-8:38 per mile range. Easy, right?

In past races, I used to take advantage of free Sunday street parking downtown on race day but remembered that in the 2016 race I almost wasn't able to find any. This time around, I left home at 5:45 a.m. and parked on the street a mile away in Midtown. Then I hoofed it to Centennial Olympic Park where the race began.

After gear-checking the Nike Odyssey React shoes that I ambled over in, I slipped on a pair of Nike Vaporfly 4 percent racing shoes that I pretty much only train in. I debated wearing a pair of Nike Zoom Fly shoes since I wasn't going to run this race hard but then I thought, at this distance, why not run in a fast shoe?

I've actually had great results wearing both shoes at the last two Jeff Galloway 13.1 races -- a 1:41:47 in 2017 wearing Zoom Flys and a 1:41:15 this past December wearing the Vaporfly, although I probably would have run it a few minutes faster if I hadn't developed calf cramps at Mile 10.

I still had a few minutes to kill before the race and it was cold. Fortunately I remembered the 2016 race start, in which I didn't think I needed to bring anything before the race and ended up begging to huddle with the wife and her mylar space blanket before the gun went off. I brought an old painters jacket that they gave me at one of the Jeff Galloway halfs and planned to toss it when the race started.

Fortunately the Omni Hotel next to the race start was open and I was able to use the bathroom (no lines, I was surprised) and then wait in a warm lobby until a few minutes before the start. When the race started, I took it easy. It was really congested anyway and now I'm surprised to see an 8:34 mile -- I thought my watch said something more like slower than 9 minutes.

When the race turned off of Piedmont Avenue down North Avenue, I tried to focus on the downhill slant as per my downhill marathon training program. It was nice to be on a familiar stretch up Central Park Avenue (this course overlaps the Jeff Galloway half here). Then after a few turns the course goes over Freedom Parkway and toward Auburn Avenue and the resting place of Martin Luther King Jr. and Coretta Scott King.

At this point I'd still been wearing the painter's jacket over my technical T-shirt. I ended up taking the jacket off and balling it up to hold in my hand. I'd planned to toss it but I remembered the family might watch the race in Virginia-Highland, so I decided to hold it for a few miles and see if I could drop it off.

After crossing through Little Five Points, the course turns off Moreland Avenue and up the start of Freedom Parkway. I made my way past a bunch of people and there was another Asian guy who also was running pretty fast up it. His pace was faster than mine and I didn't want to press it at this point, so I ran to the right side of the road so as to not be caught up with his pace.

At this point there also had been a teenage boy running with maybe his mom. They both had a pretty good pace -- the teenager was running fast back and forth ahead and behind in spurts -- but I didn't think it was going to be sustainable for them. It's distracting to be going back and forth with people in a race and eventually after turning up North Avenue again I lost sight of them. I used to really fear this hill here but this time it didn't seem like much of anything.

Finally I was on North Highland Avenue and it is always comforting to be back on home turf. This part of the course is gradual downhill and then turning onto Virginia Avenue is downhill with a brief uphill to John Howell Park and then back downhill. At this point I didn't see any sign of the family so I decided I would ditch my jacket in a bush on the side of the road at the park and just when I did, I saw the family on the right side of the road! I made an abrupt turn back to the right to drop off my jacket and continued down the hill.

As I ran down Virginia Avenue at about Mile 8.34 I finally had my first gel since the start of the race. In training I typically have them every four miles and I'd brought enough gels to do this. But I'd been passing the water stations as I didn't want to dig out my straw. I finally just decided to eat the gel and then find a water station. I dumped the empty gel pouch in a trash can at Virginia and Park Drive.

At this point I discovered I'd been going back and forth with a woman who I didn't think could sustain the pace, but maybe she could? Finally in Piedmont Park she went right to grab water and I decided to grab water on the left in case there was going to be more fast paced back and forth. Fortunately there wasn't for the rest of the race.

On the turn out of the park onto 10th Street, I'd been steadily running faster with a 7:48 Mile 9. On these rolling hills I discovered that I could front these hills at pretty much full speed without penalty. It felt crazy. So I rolled up Juniper this way, up over Peachtree Street (Mile 10 was 7:45) and then down past Bobby Dodd Stadium (Mile 11 was 7:41).

Up the double hill on North Avenue along the stadium I cut to the outside and literally was passing dozens of people. I looked at my watch and I was running at a 7:17 clip. I came back down and then up Techwood Drive and Mile 12 was 7:30.

I literally was flying down Marietta Street. After about a quarter-mile, I came upon an older guy who impressed me. He was doing the marathon and was moving at my clip, about 7:25/mile. I should have complimented this but I didn't and before the Luckie Street stoplight he fell back. At this point I remembered I had about a half-mile and three more stoplights to go.

In pretty much every race I've run on this stretch in the past, I've always had calf cramps or tinges on this street. But nothing so far. Mile 13 was 7:25 and when I came upon the final turn I was accelerating well. I finished the last two tenths of the race at a 6:37/mile pace and passed people on the straightaway.

I finished in 1:44:39, which is a time I'm happy about since I started off really slow. I'd caught up with the tail end of Corral A and after I crossed the finish line, one of the 1:45 pacers (I didn't see them the entire race) gave me a high five. It gave me a huge confidence boost as I'd struggled to run faster paces in recent tempo runs. I think a lot of leg strength work and physical therapy has really helped me this marathon cycle.
It sucked to have to walk a mile back to my car (and then to basically repeat the miles again later in the day for the Atlanta United game) but I'm happy to report that I didn't have the hip strain that dogged me after the December Jeff Galloway 13.1.

Time: 7:03 a.m.
Temp: 43 degrees
Gear: Technical T-shirt, short (Team BEEF Georgia), shorts, cep compression sleeves, Nike Zoom Vaporfly 4%/B.

Saturday, October 27, 2018

Day 4,318: Fast Pace 5K

I had never thought of myself as someone who was afraid of the pain of racing, but now as I charged down the field during a race, I was aware of the absence of any hesitation. The marathon had so altered my perception of suffering that there was no hurt holding me back in the shorter distances.
 - Deena Kastor, Let Your Mind Run
CUMMING, Ga. -- I was crestfallen at the end of the race when I could see the finish line clock and it occurred to me that once again I'd failed to break 22 minutes for a 5K.

But then my acceleration -- the last tenth at a 5:28/mile pace -- brought me closer and now I could make out the minutes when before I could only watch the seconds roll by. I could see the number "21" in the minute slot. I'd made my goal in the Fast Pace 5K, to break 22 minutes for the first time in more than two years!

After running in the Berlin Marathon last month, I wanted to work on speed before my next marathon training cycle starts in November and signed up for a few 5Ks. Another goal was to break 22 minutes and refresh my qualification for Group A of the Peachtree Road Race.

After running a 22:34 in the Run Like Hell 5K two weeks ago, it didn't appear likely I would accomplish my goal. Add to that I tweaked my left hip right after that race and couldn't do any speed work for a week. The number of 800 meter intervals I ran prior to this race was two.

I finished this race in 21:30, more than enough for Group A and another testament to the dividends a marathon training cycle brings -- in April just weeks after I'd run the Snickers Marathon, I shattered my 10-mile PR with a time of 1:14:52.

Advertised as a downhill race, the Fast Pace 5K, promised to be exactly what I'd been seeking. I almost didn't sign up, since I didn't know about it. I'd planned on running in the Race for Rest 5K on the Westside instead. But once I came across the listing, I immediately registered. It was great that  even a late signup was only $25.

I left home at 6 a.m. the day of the race and got to the fairgrounds at about 6:45 a.m. There were plenty of parking spaces but it was tricky walking around in the dark. I made my way to a large barn-like structure to get my bib number and was able to bypass the large line in that building for the restrooms -- the larger restroom area of the fairgrounds that I walked by, was open and had few people inside.

I waited in my car for a few minutes while I waited to run up to the start, about a mile away. At the time it was cold and rain misty. I had to go back to my car a few times just to get extra items, such as my visor, when I thought the start of the race would be rainy.

Getting to the start was pretty easy, it is basically as they described it, a left out of the fairgrounds and then a right on W Maple out of town, up a hill where they were still inflating the starting gate.

There were a lot of youth running in the race, which also made me think this would be a fast race, thinking of past races such as the Bowerman 5K in Oregon. I saw two adults wearing Nike Zoom Vaporfly 4%. I'd left my pair(s) at home, instead opting to run in for the first time (for a race) my Nike Zoom Streak 6 shoes, which a recent New York Times analysis said had the second greatest improvement of marathon times (3 percent) instead of the Vaporfly's 4 percent.

The race started and normally while I would have thought about reining my speed in down the huge downhill on the other side of the starting gate, I adopted the strategy of the Revel race series coaches and decided to go with it as long as I wasn't putting too much effort into it. It felt easy and I was running at about a 6:30/mile pace.

About eight-tenths of a mile in is the first hill. I'd wondered how it would be, since for example in the Vinings Downhill 5K, the first hill is major. I noted to myself that this hill was minimal, yet still a hill. I crossed the first mile in 6:42.

At this point, the course goes around a residential block. I felt myself slowing and a quick glance of my watch proved it -- I was running at a 7:29/mile pace, not good enough for my intention to break 22 minutes. But I passed a lot of people here. I tried to draft behind a guy but he was running too slow. I kept gunning it and hoped for the best.

When I exited the neighborhood and passed Mile 2, I saw that the race clock had just turned 14 minutes (I ran Mile 2 in 7:19). I didn't despair here and told myself it was a push -- I'd run the first two miles at a 7-minute-mile average. All I had to do was run the final mile in 7 minutes and I'd be golden.

I also decided to break down the race into six half-mile pieces. With two of these pieces left I gunned it at this point, knowing that it would be basically all downhill. We crossed through bits of downtown and then there were only a few turns before the final rush to the finish. At this point I took a turn with a young woman. As I approached she put in a surge on the outside and so I took a step and turned on the inside. She surged again but as soon as I took the final left turn toward the finish I gunned it. I told myself I could always slow down if I was running too fast. My 3rd mile was in 6:52.

(As a tangent, I always interpret surges when I approach as race inexperience. Because you are running near maximal in a 5K, my belief is to let someone go and run at your pace if they pass you and then you can evaluate if your speed is going to be greater than theirs and that a surge is not going to help you in the long run).

When I thought that the finish line clock said 22 minutes had elapsed I briefly paused a little but it was only a few seconds before I realized only 21 minutes in the race elapsed. With very little fast running prep under my belt I was running at the very edge of my fitness and was relieved to have finished with a 21:30. I'm pretty sure that's my second-fastest 5K and it will be nice to not have to worry about qualifying for Group A of the Peachtree for a few years.

And yet ... I wonder if there are faster times ahead? I would love to prepare for this very well run race next year and see if I can shave 13 seconds off my time for a new PR!

Time: 8 a.m.
Temp: 52 degrees, rain mist
Gear: Technical T-shirt, short (Big Peach Sizzler '09), shorts, Nike Zoom Streak 6.

Saturday, October 13, 2018

Day 4,304: Run Like Hell 5K

It only took a second but I outkicked a guy who passed me at Mile 3 in the last four seconds of my race.
The last two marathon training cycles I'd steered clear of running in any extraneous races to hopefully prevent myself from being injured like I'd done after the Craft Classic Half Marathon in 2016, a month before the Chicago Marathon.

So I eagerly signed up for a few races during this "downtime" before the training cycle for next year's Revel Mt. Charleston Marathon begins. One reason is to hopefully get a fresh qualifying time for Group A of the Peachtree Road Race (I've been using my 1:39:14 time from Boston's Run to Remember half marathon the last two years).

This race, the Run Like Hell 5K, seemed like a great warmup. It was one of the first races I ran in Atlanta when I moved here 15 years ago. The race is not in my scrapbook but I think I might have run it in 24:30 or so.

It starts and ends in the historic Oakland Cemetery and later the race director announced that it is now the largest race in a cemetery in the world. The route empties out on Memorial Drive along the Memorial Drive Greenway and then turns on Capitol Drive before returning to the cemetery via Martin Luther King Jr. Drive. I guess I should have known better but I didn't realize it is full of rolling hills, especially inside the cemetery.

The race started with a swing of a golf club from an imitator of the famous golfer Bobby Jones, who rests in the cemetery. Then you go up a rise and then a slightly steep downhill to the first corner. It was here that I accidentally hit a guy who crossed in front of me in the back. "Sorry!" I called out. (I chased this 42-year-old guy the entire race and he ended up finishing first in our 40-49 age group in 22:10).

Then the course turns again and you go up a hill that reveals the finish, which is in front of the base of the Confederate Memorial Obelisk. But in the initial part of the race, the course turns away and winds around another hill before you are led out of the cemetery. After a straightaway and a short turn you turn onto Memorial Drive where Mile 1 is. I crossed here in 7:21.

The road rolls toward Capitol Avenue where there is another incline before you turn onto MLK Jr. Drive. Somewhere around the Interstate 85 overpass, a guy in a white T-shirt passed me and then, at least it seemed to me, kind of got in front of the track I was running and slowed down a little bit. I wasn't sure what this meant, so I tried to pay it no mind. I ended up passing him after Mile 2 (7:17) and then I mentally prepared myself for the last bit inside the cemetery.

There's an incline just after you enter the cemetery and then you get the incline that happens right after the race starts. On the downhill section (near where I clipped the guy I mentioned previously) I told myself to keep it steady, to not accelerate until/unless someone were to pass me on this section. That didn't happen and I was greeted with the final uphill past Mile 3 (7;21) and the finish.

With about a tenth of a mile left, the guy in the white T-shirt passed me on the uphill to the finish. I let him go by as we both passed a third guy who was working his way to the finish. Then I realized as we were really close to the finish that I was kicking faster than the white T-shirt guy, and he was riding the middle lane just as he was in Mile 2.

A series of 14 pictures (I bought and posted the one above) taken from the finish line gun camera captures the sequence pretty well. In the last four seconds of my race, I come up alongside of him and in a second I've broken free of the white T-shirt guy to finish in 21st place overall (of about 1,222 people). My 22:34 time is basically what I typically run in a race with a bunch of rolling hills. I hadn't done much speed work since the Berlin Marathon and really looked at this race like a baseline.

But I was happy to have taken second place in my age group -- when you are in the latter part of a 10-year age group it's hard to beat guys whose age is in the first half of it. I'm also glad I had something left for the finish.

Time: 9 a.m.
Temp: about 60 degrees
Gear: Technical T-shirt, short (Publix Georgia Half Marathon), shorts, Saucony Type A6, Stryd footpod sensor, Headsweats visor, goodr sunglasses.

Thursday, September 20, 2018

My Berlin Marathon (Day 4,277)

My Jerry Maguire moment: That's me in the lower right hand side trucking to the finish.
BERLIN -- It was only after I reached mile 25 that I told myself, "There's no way you can fuck this up now."

All day I'd been experiencing a race in less-than ideal conditions, whether it was the warm weather, a congested start, a left shin injury and even the gastrointestinal foibles of racing on the road. And yet, here I was, only a mile to go and had yet to have the other shoe drop, experiencing the painful calf cramps that have marked my previous seven marathons and other long races.

The first thing that should be noted is the relatively late starting time for the race compared to other marathons I've run in. I was to run in the second wave at 9:35 a.m. Already in the morning it was to be in the mid-50s and by wave start, up into the low 60s.

There was nothing I could do about this and so I settled into the extravagant complimentary breakfast provided by my hotel, the Westin Grand (really convenient near the Brandenburg Gate, on the direct bus line to the airport and pretty near the last mile or so of the race course, so it helped to be in familiar surroundings late in the race).

Normally I would eat something like a slice of bread with peanut butter and maybe a banana before my race but since I actually ate something closer to a real breakfast before I ran in the March 3 Snickers Marathon, I decided doing this breakfast wasn't a bad thing, provided I stuck to things I might eat before a long run. So I chose a slice of bread with jelly on it, a banana and just a little bit of egg (I ate part of an omelette before the Snickers Marathon) before going back to my room to get ready.

I headed out toward the Brandenburg Gate at about 8:45 a.m., giving me plenty of time (or so I thought). I hadn't ventured in the Tiergarten where the race starts and ends because of all the fencing for the marathon, and so really did not realize how vast -- and forested -- it was. I just decided to blindly follow the masses of runners all headed toward the corrals.

Because I'd heard from a blog account of last year's race that they did not check corrals, I headed toward Group F (3:30 to 3:50 finish) instead of my actual Group (G, 3:50 to 4:15). When I applied for the race last year, my last marathon time was the 3:59:30 that I ran the 2016 Chicago Marathon in with a stress fracture in my shin. They had no idea I'd run 3:40 just this past March and the smaller race had no certificates that I could bring to the expo to try to change my corral.

Near the race corrals it started to get extremely congested. At one point I followed a bunch of runners off the asphalt road/path of the park along some single-track dirt road, thinking how funny it was that I was going off-road in a brand-new pair of Nike Zoom Vaporfly 4% shoes. At any event, I made my way to the corrals. I passed huge crushing lines to portapotties, thinking people in these lines would not possibly be starting the race on time.

It turned out that Wave 2 (Groups F and G) were starting at 9:35 a.m., not 9:45 a.m. as I'd thought the informational guide said. I also learned that Group G was starting 10 minutes later after Group F. Because I didn't want to run 10 minutes later (and have the course be warmer) I approached Group F. But people were checking bibs at the gate. I wandered back towards the start a few yards and followed many others who were climbing over the waist-high gate into Group F. On the other side of the path, people were just standing up next to the taller fencing next to the forest, openly urinating just feet from runners in corrals.

Here it was a jam of people and I could not see the 3:30 (or 3:45) pacers anywhere. It seemed like Group F just started right after Group E and we were off. The start, and maybe the first few miles were extremely congested, partially because of the narrow roads. I was running somewhere in between 8:20 and 8:30/mile and way off what I thought I would run. There was nothing I could do about it, so I decided to just think this was a fun run in Germany.

One thing I did to pass the time was to follow the blue lines. I'd heard about these before, the marathon paints a line to show the exact shortest route. It basically follows the tangents and as I paid attention to this line on this extremely crowded course I found that when the line turned it many times almost brought me right into crowds of runners who did not pay attention to it at all. (Later on, after the 20K mark, I no longer paid attention to the line but found that the roads were narrow enough that if I had extended my arms out I was often no farther from the blue line than that).

At one point in the first few miles the 3:30 pacer came by, holding a flag that said 3:30 on it with a few black balloons. Following him were several young women. Some guy near me commented to someone else that these women were trying to qualify for the Boston Marathon. I thought about trying to pick up my pace to stay up with them but decided not to since it was that congested. When I saw them weave their way forward it looked like they were doing so in a crowded concert hall instead of one of the six World Marathon Majors.

I had my first gel at 7K. It was past the first water station (at 5K) so I brought a small bottle of Dasani I'd been given on the plane over a few days prior. The next few miles I really was starting to get uncomfortable. I hadn't needed to use the porta-potty prior to the race but now I really needed to. I tried to hold off as long as I could but after Mile 7 I dashed into one. I hadn't needed to use one since my first marathon in 2000 (Portland).

Back on the course I even thought I could make up the time lost and ran the next mile at an 8:08 pace, having my next gel shortly thereafter at 15K. I kept going and felt good but then after the 20K mark I ducked into a porta-potty again. I was glad I did this, as it appeared that I was extremely dehydrated, something I didn't feel at the time. So for the rest of the race, I grabbed two cups of water instead of one that I'd been doing at every water station.

About a month ago, on Aug. 18, I injured my left shin after doing my last long run of the training cycle in Henderson, Nevada. For all intents and purposes it was a shin splint that came on as I ran. So I wouldn't aggravate it, I drastically lowered my mileage the last three weeks before the race (running 26, 22 and 23 miles) and my longest run during that time was 9 miles.

It was starting to be clear to me that I had a propensity to become injured doing two training cycles in a row, just as I'd done when I had a stress fracture in my right shin before the 2016 Chicago Marathon. During that time I'd also cut back my mileage severely and started to get calf cramps after Mile 13 of that race.

So as Mile 13 approached I braced for the worst. I knew I wouldn't be surprised if the calf cramps came. I knew that I could end up with an extremely slow race time -- it's one thing to run at a 7:50/mile pace for 16 miles, get calf cramps and suffer the rest of the way and still run a 3:40. It's another to start running at what looked like no better than an 8:30/mile pace and then ...

But nothing happened. I kept going merrily on my way. When Mile 16 came, I knew that this would be where I'd get calf cramps, since this traditionally has been the spot where I'd always get them, no matter what pace I ran. Portland, Chicago, Atlanta, Washington, Honolulu and even tiny Albany, Ga.

Yet my calves were unscathed. This training cycle I'd sought the help of a personal trainer, who helped me work on getting stronger. She also introduced me to her physical therapist, who gave me a few dry needling sessions and extra exercises to help my calves and my hips.

But the one thing I focused on during this race was using a higher than normal pump of the arms with each stride to help me use my glutes instead of my calves for running. The theory is when you don't run with your glutes other muscles including your calves take the brunt of the race, causing them to fatigue and cramp. And just doing this, for hours on end in a crowd of strangers, seemed to be working.

My next goal was 30K. When I passed that, I wanted the record -- 20 miles, the longest I've run in a race without getting them. I went that distance in the 2010 Chicago Marathon before my calves gave out on me right before Chinatown. After getting calf cramps that spring in the ING Georgia Marathon at Mile 14, I trained for Chicago by running 20 miles every five days to try to build my endurance. I can't imagine what I'd do if I ever saw that on my training schedule. (I finished Chicago that year in 4:06, crushed thinking that at age 39, my best chance at a sub-4 race was over).

Twenty miles passed and with that I had given myself permission to run as hard as I wanted to the finish but at that point I was slowing down with my pace closer to 9 minute miles.

"There is no wall," I told myself at Mile 21. Often I would feel myself hit the wall right after getting calf cramps in previous races, so I was always unsure if one was related to the other.

I felt a slight tinge behind my right ankle at mile 23 but nothing else. A warning light that disappeared. A slightly larger 3:45 pacing group passed me but I didn't try to match their pace. A mile later I decided to just skip water stations every now and then. This race was excellent as the water stations appeared in greater frequency the last half of the race.

Then Mile 25 came. I knew at this point there was nothing that could really happen that would prevent me from finishing the race and finishing it in under 4 hours. That wasn't really a goal of mine but at that point it was motivating enough. I was in a familiar neighborhood and just focused on running strong until the next turn, the next turn and ...

Finally the Brandenburg Gate appeared. It looked like it literally was 26 miles, the race continued for a few tenths of a mile more to the finish, reminding me of Tenth Street after Mile 6 in the Peachtree Road Race.

I finished in 3:53, which was not nearly the time I was looking for but probably the best I could have done on this historic day where the world record was broken on this course. It still, as my wife points out, is my second fastest marathon time. I was extremely pleased that my legs had gone the distance without my calves giving out.

I still have lots to work on. I would love if this all was a matter of running form and actually have  more marathon PRs ahead. It was hard to train through the heat this summer, so maybe I'll forego fall marathons in the future.

Even this is an improvement in thinking as I recently wanted to walk away from 26.2. After the 2016 Chicago Marathon, calves cramping while I hobbled through Millennium Park, I told my wife, "Maybe this is not a good distance for me."

Marathon #8 in the books.

Saturday, July 7, 2018

Day 4,206: "Plogging" away in Piedmont Park

A bunch of "ploggers" with trash bags in hand, in Piedmont Park.
It's become the norm for local rSunning stores to organize group runs throughout the month. This outing at the Phidippides running store caught my eye, however -- it would be a run that would also help cleanup nearby Piedmont Park.

Sponsored by shoe company Saucony, the run incorporates the growing trend of "plogging," basically a running fad in Sweden in which the activity's name blends that country's word "pick up" with jogging. The company this month is celebrating "The Great American Running Shop" and Phidippides was selected as the only running store in Georgia to be recognized. In turn, this event was called "The Great American Cleanup Run."

I've organized a few dozen cleanup activities on behalf of geocaching and thought this would be a good way to get in a run and help the park.

A shoe rep met us outside the running store -- he had gloves and bags for us to use. We would run the store's regular 3-mile route into the park and back.

At first getting used to plogging was a little tricky for me. I brought my own garden gloves to pick up trash and I immediately remembered how much I hate wearing gloves while running. I also realized that you had to be a little careful if you stopped to pick up some trash on the sidewalk since we were running in a group. Thankfully no one had any collisions!

There were plenty of little pieces of trash in the bowl of the park where the recent Peachtree Road Race had its post-race gathering. Lots of bottle tops from water bottles, for example and other small things. It reminded me of how in the Marine Corps Marathon they ask you to be careful with your trash on the route -- after the race Marines go through and pick up every piece of litter on the course.

The run gave me an opportunity to try Saucony's most recent edition of their Kinvara shoe, the Kinvara 9. I ran in Kinvara 5s when I trained for the 2014 Marine Corps Marathon -- they were my first low-drop shoe. I enjoyed them immensely but really did not like stepping on rocks with them.

The newer version, however, was a real joy. They are now cushioned with Saucony's Everun, basically the same cushioning in the Saucony Zealot ISO shoes that I've worn the last few years.

I tested out the Kinvara 9s by deliberately running on small rocks that I encountered on the park paths. I also ran them straight through mud, something I cannot do in Nike's Epic React Flyknit, because those shoes become extremely slippery in mud or water.

The group I was with made our way back to the newer part of the park, Piedmont Park Commons and then ran under Piedmont Avenue along the unimproved portion of the Beltline trail. Here there was plenty of trash to pick up.

Back at Phidippides, we posed for pictures with our trash and the Saucony rep even had recycled shoes and flowers for us to create a unique flower planter. It was a great way to get out in the humid morning and get a run done!

Time: 8 a.m.
Temp: 72 degrees
Gear: Technical T-shirt, short (CS yellow), shorts, Saucony Kinvara 9.


My plogging haul wearing the Saucony Kinvara 9.

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

My 14th Peachtree Road Race

My 14th Peachtree Road Race.
After I ran the Snickers Marathon in March I worked on a 10K training program to increase my speed. I largely abandoned the program after I had to start training for Berlin (7 weeks ago) but even in the speed workouts I aimed to keep my 10K speed at a 7:15/mile pace.

This year I wasn't sure what I would do about the Peachtree Road Race, as it falls in the middle of my Berlin training and ever since I developed a stress fracture running in a half marathon before the 2016 Chicago Marathon, I've been wary of running in lots of races.

Still, the Peachtree is a pretty iconic race and I felt like I would be able to run it well if not smoothly going on 55 miles a week.

Race morning I didn't eat very much and had hoped to find water to eat a gel before the race started. But I didn't encounter any water and ended up taking a gel right after Mile 1 in the race. When the race started I didn't get any faster than about 7:30/mile, a little slower than I'd been training but it felt ok given the effort so I didn't worry about it. My splits for the first three miles went 7:30/7:31 and 7:23.

On Mile 4 up Cardiac Hill I was pretty amazed I didn't lose much time, running that mile in 7:48. Mile 5 was the same, 7:46. In previous years I would lose more time and the effort felt challenging but not like in previous years in which I hated being on those hills. In the last mile I gave myself a steady effort and ran it in 7:11.

After having run the last part of the course recently I knew that kicking at 10th Street and Piedmont would be too far away so I settled on a section known as "Yoshino Cherry" as there is a Pokemon GO Pokestop there. At that point I ran my final kick in three parts, each time going a little faster and wondering if anyone would pass me at that point. It didn't happen and I finished in 47:02, which is my second fastest course time in 14 tries.

All in all I felt pretty good about the race. I enjoyed wearing the Nike Epic React flyknit shoes -- I saw a lot of people wearing the Nike Zoom Vaporfly 4%s today and I was in a real dilemma as to whether I would burn the precious limited miles on one of my own five pairs of Vaporflys (my first one only lasted 229 miles as opposed to the traditional 500 miles I can get on most running shoes) and I'm glad I didn't.

I feel like the Epic Reacts are a better tactical shoe in shorter races than the Vaporflys, especially on hard hilly surfaces. I don't like the way the Vaporflys tend to squish in my feet on grades and the added bounce of the Epic Reacts on hills give me a psychological boost -- it feels like I am saving energy with each bounce up a hill. I also was glad that I didn't have to burn those miles wearing the Vaporflys walking about a mile from my drop off on Piedmont Avenue to the race and another mile home afterward.

Still, I could have benefited from hitting my 7:15/mile pace right out the gate with the Vaporflys and it will always be a tug of war in my mind.

Time: 7 a.m.
Temp: 72 degrees
Gear: Technical Tank (Pactimo/Nuun Hydration), shorts, Nike Epic React flyknit.

Saturday, April 28, 2018

Day 4,136: Run for Research 5K

If you like free snacks that you can get at a convenience store, the Run for Research 5K is for you.
I ran in the RaceTrac Run for Research 5K last year and came within 9 seconds of placing in my age group.

This year the race was on a new course that started and ended at SunTrust Park, the home of the Atlanta Braves. It actually looked like the course was the one that I thought I was going to get to run last June in the Braves Country 5K.

I arrived early and was glad I did. I'd forgotten that RaceTrac's snack vendors were out in full force giving out freebies of Oreo cookies, Utz chips and other things like Payday candy bars. I picked up my shirt and bib and had a whole bag of snacks before the race started.

When the race started it was a screaming downhill. I tried my best to keep it under control -- I did 6:49 for the first mile and it felt good. Mile 2 had a little bit of uphill and while I wanted to keep pace I faded a little bit to 7:12.

Mile 3 has the huge hill at the end going over Interstate 75. I just tried to run up it carefully and made my way down the hill toward the stadium. There's another rise right before you turn into the stadium -- Mile 3 was 7:25.

I remembered though that in last year's Braves Country 5K I noted that you have to kick when you turn to go into the stadium because once you get on the warning track, there isn't much race left. So I did, passing three guys and a woman who'd been in front of me the entire race. I finished the last .19 of the race in 1:03, at a 5:52/mile pace.

I finished in 22:29, good for 6th place in my age group and while the hills were hard, I felt really good about my run. It was the first time I ran in Nike's Epic React Flyknit shoes and these were everything I thought they would be for a 5K. They were very smooth on hard surfaces and didn't give me too much squishy give that the Nike Vaporfly 4 percent did going up a hill at the end of the race.

Still, I marveled how eternally consistent I am in hilly races -- 22:30 is my going time.

Time: 8:30 a.m.
Temp: 55 degrees
Gear: T-shirt, technical, short (Ukrops 10K 2016), shorts, Nuun hydration PRO Compression socks, Nike Epic React Flyknit.