Thursday, November 12, 2015

Race Report: Indianapolis Monumental Marathon 2015

Summary:  November 7, 2015; 26.2 miles, 3:57:23, 9:04/mile; run thru 17, R/W 4:30/:30 the rest

Overview:  In January, I set my 2015 goal:  a sub 4 marathon.  I made it, on this popular, certified course.  Training, course and weather aligned for a good day, that still injected surprises and major adjustments.  Goal accomplished.  I was very satisfied.

The Gory Details:

The Indianapolis Monumental Marathon (IMM) has morphed into  a huge event in eight years, with a stated 17,000 participants in the full, half and 5K this year.  It's a flat course, at the end of the fall marathoning season, just an hour from my house.  I registered on New Year's Day and this race became the year's target race.

Two years ago in this same race (blog post), I set a PR of 4:07 yet felt that I had nothing more to give, that the 4:07 would likely be the best I could ever run 26.2.  Thus, I set a distance goal for 2014, wanting to finish my first 50 mile race, which I did.  And that got me thinking...if I could run 50 miles in 2014, could I not shave 7+ minutes off my marathon time during 2015?

Thus, I stated my 2015 goal publicly and went after it, adopting Hal Higdon's Intermediate 2 Training plan as the path.  Disappointingly, a calf injury in the late winter set me back, but I got rolling again in March and amped up the mileage through the summer.  Training went well, including two other marathons in Indianapolis five and three weeks before IMM.  The 50 mile weeks (thanks to Hal Higdon), hard runs and Yasso 800s combined to make me feel confident that this day might be special.

Race day finally arrived and the weather was perfect.  Start temp was in the mid 40s, there was a slight breeze of 7mph from the NW, which would be at our back for the final 10 miles, sunny skies, with no chance of rain.  I may never have more perfect weather for a marathon.

Running buddy Jon, work colleague Michelle and I carpooled to Indy, were in our parking spot by 6:30 and headed for the Indiana Convention Center which race organizers arranged to be open as a warming and stretching location, just a block from the start line.

There, we met up with Cara and Chris, two other work colleagues.  Jon snapped this pic to demonstrate we were in fact all there.

We headed to the start grid and it was a crush of people.  Knowing it would be crowded and that my Garmin wouldn't pick up the pace well while amongst the tall buildings of city center, I had planned to glom off the 3:55 pace group for the first couple of miles and then shift to my run/walk plan.  Yet, I could not spot them in the packed starting grid.  It wasn't until I turned around to face the flag for the national anthem that I spotted the pacing groups, all well behind me.  What to do?  But, by the time we got to the rockets red glare, I had an idea.

Indy's Mayor said "go" right at 8am and I tried to stay put and let the pack work around me, so the pace group could ease near me.  The grid though resembled a  New York City subway platform at rush hour.  I was basically carried along, unable to stay put to wait for the pace group.   Crossing the start line, I just tried to run comfortably, trying to find a pace by feel.  It was comfortable and, when we got to the Mile One marker, I discovered just how comfortable.  It was a 9:30 mile...yeow, I needed 9 even miles early to have a shot at a sub four!  I began to pick up the pace when I noticed, to my right, the 3:50 pace group.  Making a quick decision, I eased over and fell in with them.

I need to comment on pace groups.  I've never run with one before.  The main reason is my use of the run/walk in most races.  Secondarily, though, I've observed a lot of them and my sense (likely inaccurate) is that they waste a lot of energy early in a marathon with silly stories, cheers and chatter.  In fact, on the drive to Indy for the race, I described some of this to Jon and Michelle.

So, it was ironic for me to fall in with the 3:50 group.  I hoped to hang with them until the crowd thinned, which I estimated would happen by mile 4, at the most, and then go to my planned run/walk strategy for the day.  Mile two was better, at 8:45, followed by a 9:08 mile three.  Steady running with the group, in a still-crowded, curb-to-curb pack, there was very little space to run confidently.  There was no way I could stop for a walk break.  I didn't know at that point in the race what a wonderful running segment had started.

Two guys led the 3:50 pace group, Troy and Mark, if I recall correctly.  They did not try to be silly or entertaining.  They did prove useful guides and very, very accurate pacers.  The pointed out turns and potholes, announced the time at each mile, reminded us to relax from time to time and "run like a librarian"...i.e. smooth and quiet.  They traded off carrying the pacer sign each mile and were very, very consistent.

I found I was really enjoying the run.  And I do mean was steady running, not the run/walk I planned to do.  Which was necessary as, mile after mile, the pack remained so crowded I simply could not pull off to walk without messing someone up behind me.   I carried my own water and energy gel, swigging water as I needed it and a bit of the gel at each mile marker.  Mile times were very steady:  from mile 4 to 13, the quickest mile was 8:33, the slowest 8:48, with most right at 8:44.  My chip time at the half marathon mat was 1:55:28, putting me in great shape for the sub 4 effort.  Our group never had any formal introductions, very little conversation but the non-verbal support and camaraderie was palpable.
Miles 14, 15 and 16 were 8:47, 8:58 and 8:44, respectively.   That run from mile one through sixteen was one of the finest running experiences I've ever had.

And then came this race's pivot point.

I had to pause at a water stop around mile 16.5 to reload my two 10 oz water bottles.  In so doing, I lost direct contact with the pace group and, though I tried, I couldn't catch up.  Clearly, my legs had fatigued.  I checked my pace chart and realized I was still in strong shape for my goal of a sub 4, so once again I had to quickly make an adjustment to the plan.  I switched to the 4:30/0:30 run/walk plan I had planned to use all day and proceeded to execute the race one four and a half minute run sequence at a time.

Miles 17 thru 20 came in at 9:04, 9:30, 9:14 and 9:10.  I hit the 20 mile post at a total time of 2:57:54.  I've NEVER been under 3 hours thru 20 miles and to have a 2 minute buffer there was a huge mental boost.  The legs were tired but not toast.  We moved through the park and residential area in which I had lost my pace two years ago and managed to keep the rhythm going.

Just past the mile 23 marker, we made the significant right turn back onto Meridian Street and headed straight back downtown and the finish line.  I hit mile 23 at 3:29:30, which meant I had just over 30  minutes to run just over a 5K...I could surely do this, right?  But would it fall apart?  I hoped but did not yet know.  Instead, I focused on only the present, getting the next run sequence done well.

My mile 24 time was 9:44...I was clearly tiring.  I had to keep moving.  At the mile 25 marker, I noted my total time was 3:48:30 and, for the first time, I felt I actually had a sub four in hand.  Twelve minutes to run 1.2 miles??  Yeah, I could do this.  I turned off the run/walk timer and ran the rest of the way.  I did mile 26 in 9:19, turned the final corner and ran comfortably to the finish line, absorbing the fun atmosphere and fact I had achieved the year's goal and what was once a seemingly impossible dream.

Running pal Dawn Lehman snapped this photo of me about 20m before the finish captures just how I felt as I got it done.

I hit the timing mat and it was done.  3:57:23 on a certified marathon course.  Amazing.  I looked and looked and smiled and was moved with gratitude to have this dream come true.  I felt great and was absorbing the moment. 

Less than a minute later, I heard a familiar voice.  Cara had just crossed the finish line, meeting her sub 4 goal as well, in 4:59!   We looked at each other's watches and shared the joy of hitting huge goals.   It was terrific to share the joy.  

I picked up some chocolate milk and headed to the gear tent to get some dry clothes when I spied one of the 3:50 pace group leaders hanging out with some friends.  I was able to thank Troy profusely and discuss the race.  I was so happy I was able to compliment him in person.  He made a huge difference in my day.

I then ran into a bunch of our local runners hanging out in the food tent.  It was special to see Greg and Dawn Lehman, owners of our local Fleet Feet running store.  I took off the Brooks Adrenaline GTS16 shoe I had purchased from them just three weeks earlier and, despite the odor, they both smiled for the photo.  My running pal Cory was also there and jumped in for the photo.  I'm deeply grateful for each of these folks.  

 Shortly thereafter, Michelle came across the finish line in 4:15, a 50 minute PR over the marathon she ran in Carmel in April.  She was also thrilled! 

I then checked my phone and saw buddy Jon was still well out on the course.  I knew he had some discomfort in his left hip and the day was obviously going slowly for him.  I donned some dry clothes and then walked back out on the course to join Jon and get him in.  It was terrific to see him coming slowly down Meridian, in pain but with real grit to finish the race he had been unable to complete a year ago.  He asked me to just start talking about my experience to help him take his mind off the pain, so I did.  He's a real pal and it was special to be with him over the final mile or so.  He toughed it out and finished, also achieving a huge accomplishment.  Michelle, Jon and I loaded up and drove home, each of us very pleased with how the day had gone.  

The final figures came in well.  My official time was 3:57:23, a 9:04/mile pace.  I ran for 17 miles, itself an amazing thing.  My first 13.1 was in 1:55:28 (8:49/mile), the second half 2:01:56 (9:19/mile).  I clearly faded but had enough pace early to get the sub 4.  It wasn't a perfect strategy by any stretch yet it got my goal.   Overall, I placed 1,442 out of 3,999, at 36% of the field.   In my AG of Men 60-64, I was 23rd of 88, or 26%.  To be nearly in the top third of the field and nearly the top quarter of my AG was more than I could ever imagine.  

I need to add one clarifying point.  Five weeks earlier, I ran another, much smaller marathon, also in downtown Indy, finishing in 3:56:02.  Isn't that faster than this race's 3:57:23?  Well, yes, but, as I mentioned in that blog post, that course was not certified and many of us found the course to be short.  That race was a massive confidence builder, to be sure, and a wonderful experience.  Yet, to claim a PR, I really want to have it on a certified course.  So, for me, the IMM becomes my PR and a genuine sub 4. 

I'm still astounded to have achieved this.  I'm so grateful for how the training, course and weather lined up to make a peak effort possible.  I'm grateful for the support of my wife through all the training miles and race weekends.  Mega thanks to Jon, who has become a terrific running pal and confidant.  I'm very thankful for work colleague Mike who acted as my informal coach and sounding board.  I appreciate Hal Higdon making clear thinking on training plans public.  I could never have done it without all these and many more.  

Several have asked what my next goal is.  Yep, there is one, but that will wait for another day.  

Thanks for listening.  Persevere.  And pursue your own goals. 

Monday, November 02, 2015

Baseball Season Ends--happy and sad

The Major League Baseball season ended last night.  I enjoyed this year as much as any I have for quite a while.  The Cubs exceeded expectations and the Royals had a marvelous run to their World Series.  My other team, the Oakland A's, had a rotten year and yet remained instructive.  

Yet, baseball is over, making it also a bittersweet, sad day...there is no more baseball now until the early spring training games emerge in early March.  At this moment each year, I come back to one of the most poignant descriptions of this loss in this piece by the late Commissioner of Baseball, Bart Giamatti.  Read the entire piece for the full effect, but its lead paragraph says it all.  

Persevere...with or without baseball.  

"The Green Fields of the Mind " by Bart Giamatti

It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.


Sunday, October 18, 2015

Race Report: Indianapolis Marathon 2015

The Basics:  26.2 miles; 4:24:08 (10:05/mile); R/W, 4/1 thru 21, then 4:30/:30; 4 minute negative split

Summary:   On the most perfect weather day ever for distance running, the race went well in the plan for an attempt at sub 4 in three weeks.  I also had three profound observations which surprised me.

Gory Details:

The race was straightforward.  Jon and I were on the road at 5:30am, got to the race site, picked up our packets (meeting two fellow Marathon Maniacs from Pullman, Washington for the walk in the dark to get our bibs), and had an unhurried time to get set for the 8:30am gun.  We met up with other Maniacs and Half Fanatics for the obligatory group photo before the start.

This was the final time this marathon will happen.  Tough story, but after 20 years, the organizers just couldn't keep this race going with other races in the area (non existent until 5 years ago) siphoning off much attention.  They did a class job  winding this race down.   Jon and I wanted to support them in ending well a local fixture.  

As a reward, we were all blessed with spectacular, perfect running weather.  It was 40F at the start, 53F at the end, with clear blue skies, little wind and fabulous fall scenery.  What a treat to be outdoors in all that.  

My plan for the race was simple; this was the final long run in anticipation of the Monumental Marathon effort in 3 weeks.  Take it easy, enjoy the day, get in the miles.  My secondary plan, if I felt decent, was to do a "fast finish long run", switching gears to my planned marathon pace for the final 5 miles or so.  Jon and I stood in the start grid, reminding each other that this was just a long training run, albeit with a lot of other folks and getting a T shirt and a medal for our trouble.  

We started right on time and it felt good to get going.  The organizers had several timing mats on the course, which explain the race.  At mile 5, I had held a 10:21 pace...nice and easy.  The field opened up from there and I went through the halfway mark at 2:14:18, quickening slightly to a 10:16 aggregate pace.  We dropped off all the half marathoners just before the HM spot and went out for a long out and back for the second half of the marathon.   It was fun to just knock off the miles.  The turnaround was at mile 19 and the timing mat there said my pace was still at 10:16/mile...encouraging.  My only concern in this section was not seeing Jon in the passing runners...I was concerned for him.  

Heading home and feeling quite good, I decided to go for the fast finish long run at the mile 21 marker.  When that marker came into sight, I walked again, switched my watch from the 4/1 run/walk to my target pace pattern of running for four and a half minutes and walking for thirty seconds, or 4:30/:30.  At the 21 mile marker, I hit the stopwatch and got the legs turning over at an 8:45ish pace, to see if I could carry this to the end.  

The final 5 miles went by quickly.  The course was generally uphill over this portion of the course.  I recalled vividly how these hills had chewed me up in prior years.  Yet, it went better this day.  The mile splits were encouraging, even in the uphill portions.  Along one flat section, I spied my Garmin telling me I was running at an 8:05 pace...whoa, how did that happen?

At the top of the hill, with only two turns to go, I had a first.  A driver (in a red Lincoln, I remember vividly!) was frustrated with the road closings and eased, slowly, over into the lane marked off for runners.  He was driving at just same speed I was running but eased over and over and forced me off the road and onto the grass!!  I've never had that happen!!  He wanted to turn the corner, forcing me to walking in the grass, around the bushes and navigating the turn on my own!  It was actually kind of funny, as I was locked in, focusing on the finish, there only a half mile away.  But better to walk in the grass than to don tire tracks on my calf muscles!!!  Oy!

The rhythm quickly returned, the crowds were around the finish.  I made the final turn and headed for the finish line.  Alas, there was Jon, who had had to drop out at mile 9 with a strained hamstring.  He did pull out his phone, though and took these photos.  Mega thanks, Jon, for capturing my stride in the infinitesimal moment of time when both feet were simultaneously off the ground :-) .

I hit the finish mat at 4:24:08, an aggregate 10:05/mile pace and a 5:32 negative split.   The math showed I ran the final 5.2 miles in 46:43, exactly 9:00/mile for the "fast finish".  The astute reader will understand "fast" is a very relative term!

Overall results had me 274th of 586 total finishers, 168th of 301 men and 5th of 17 in the 60-64 year old geezer-lite age group.  I was very pleased.

I crossed the finish line, got my medal and started telling stories to volunteers.  You see, the song playing as I finished brought back clearly an otherwise undistinguished high school junior varsity basketball game I played in 1968. For some reason, this momentous event seemed worth telling the innocent, unsuspecting finish line helpers.  Yeow, what running a long distance will do to the brain.

I met up with Jon, got the bad news of his disappointing day, grabbed a burger and we headed home.  It was quite a day, made even better by a phone call on the way home of a good mutual friend who set a new PR in a half marathon in a different race the same morning.

On reflection, three profound things happened during this race.

The Training is Working.  I've never sensed a marathon was "easy".  Until this one.  This one truly felt "easy", just a nice day to be out running....and running...and running.  Especially once past mile 8 or so, the miles just clicked by.  Having run this race three times before, I knew what the course held.  The long out and back has always felt like it would never end.  Not so this time.  They clicked off, we turned around and clicked them off in reverse.  All the miles this summer and fall have paid off.  By the time I finished, I was actually sorry the race ended, I could have gone farther.  

The run/walk really works.  It struck afresh just how powerful run/walk is, in three ways.

First,  I wanted/needed to go "easy" for the first 20 or so miles, to save the tank for Monumental in 3 weeks.  By dialing in a 4/1 from the start, I held myself back.  The walk breaks felt very generous and I didn't push it.  With my pace chart in hand, I knew at each mile marker I was in the 4:35 range and that was just fine.  Then, since I was feeling good, I could make the shift at mile 21 to a marathon pace to the end, switching my watch to a 4:30/:30 and speeding up the turnover on the run sections.  Amazingly, that worked too.  It governed my pace.   And gave me the structure for a really good workout. 

Second, the walk break allows space for the "administrative" tasks during a race.  Taking a drink.  Taking some nutrition.  Checking the pace.  Refilling the water bottle.  Wiping my runny nose.  Looking around and taking in the scenery.  Finding a spot to pee.  All this is necessary in any race but the walk break gives the logical spot for it to happen without disrupting the running. 

Third, the R/W markedly "shortens" the race.  I first sensed this in the final 4 miles of the BOMF marathon two weeks ago.  As I got tired in that race and was going up the long hill at mile 25 in this race, I found it far easier, mentally, to focus solely on the completing the current run sequence.  Two more minutes, one more minute.  Take a walk, then do it again.  I was never running four more miles.  Just four more minutes.  

An amazing compliment.  I'm still amazed at this one.  Around mile 19.5, soon after we turned around on the long out and back along Fall Creek Road, I was slowly passing a lady who turned to me and asked "Didn't you run the Sunburst Marathon in South Bend?"  I smiled, said I did, and asked her how on earth she remembered me.  She said "Well, I remember you being very encouraging to others at that race and you are doing the same thing here."  Amazing...I was really stunned and grateful.  Shoot, I'm just having fun and trying to help others keep going.  And she remembered it from a race 5 months ago.  Blew me away, still does today.  

The marathon is a fascinating teacher...further lessons from this one.  Thanks for listening.  



Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Eleanor Roosevelt had this right...

"You wouldn't worry so much about what others think of you if you realized how seldom they do."
― Eleanor Roosevelt

And if they don't think about you as much, maybe you don't have to think about you as much either....worth pondering. 


Tuesday, October 06, 2015

Race Report: Back On My Feet Marathon/Marathon Relay

Basics:  26.2 miles, 3:56:02, 9:03/mile, R/W 4:30/0:30.
A marathon PR.  First time under 4 hours.  First time winning a race.


Running is full of surprises.  The Back on My Feet Marathon/Marathon Relay (BOMF) on October 3, 2015 was supposed to be a warm up for an attempt at sub 4 hours at the Monumental Marathon on November 7.  Alas, I ran this to see if I could hold the required 9:08/mile pace through 16 miles, felt good there and ended up holding that pace the whole way.  Surprise!  A PR and a sub 4.  Plus another surprise.  It was a good day.

The Gory Details:

The BOMF is a cool fundraiser for a neat organization helping the homeless in Indy.  I ran it two years ago (report here ) and the layout was the same; a 12 lap marathon in a scenic part of downtown Indy, along the White River.

As I mentioned recently, this race was the first of three marathons in five weeks, part of the fall plan.  Fellow Miata Maniac Jon and I headed to Indy at oh-dark-thirty on race day, scored a sweet parking spot, got our bibs and were well set for the 8am gun.  Jon had run this marathon last year, so we both were on familiar turf.

We ran into fellow Maniac Walter Evans at the start, plus three other Maniacs...the obligatory photo below.

Jon had bib #2, Walt was #1, I was #5, as you can see...the closest we'll ever be to "elite" status.  And, we learned later, the five of us, plus one other guy, made up the entire solo marathon field.  The rest of the 60 or so participants were on relay teams, the primary emphasis of this event.

Weather was overcast, close to drizzle, with temps in the upper 40s.  With the exception of the 15-18mph wind, it was almost perfect conditions for me.

Off we went, right on time and it was good to get moving, get the blood moving and get a feel for what the day held.  My objective was to hold a 4 hour marathon pace through mile 16 and then see how I felt.

Any race requires a strategy and I had settled on a plan for pace, hydration/electrolytes and fuel several weeks ahead.  Pace was to do a run/walk, running four and a half minutes, then walking for thirty seconds, or 4:30/0:30.  During the run sequence, I tried to run at an 8:42/mile pace.  Hydration plan was to carry my own water, drinking regularly during the walk breaks.  The loop course let me line up my own 10 oz drinking bottles to swap out at the start/finish line.  Electrolyte plan was to pop a salt tablet once an hour.  Fuel plan was to carry a bottle of my home made "Gu" and take a swig of it at each mile.  This was a full test of the plan I'll use at Monumental.

For a loop course, with 12 laps, the math of this is very, very easy.  Twelve equal parts of four hours is 20 minutes.  Thus, every time around, I could tell how I was doing by how far from 20 minutes was that lap.  Here are my lap times for the day, which capture the entire story, as I tried to execute the plan above.


1   18:16
2   18:58
3   18:56
4   19:24
5   19:16
6   19:47 (HM time- 1:54:30)
7   19:46
8   19:37
9   20:21
10 20:18
11 20:41
12 20:41 (Marathon time - 3:56:02)

It was fun to make adjustments as the race went on.  I was a little too amped at the start.  I tried to slow down during lap 2 but didn't do it enough. I tried again during lap 3 but still not enough.  On lap 4, I added a few seconds longer walk breaks and that slowed me down enough.  Laps 4 through 8 were just fun and consistent.  I was obviously thrilled to see my half marathon time at 1:54:30.

Heading into lap 9, I was starting to think this might be a good day.  I determined to go through the mile 18 mark and see how long I could hold this pace.  Therefore, I was surprised at the time to see lap 9 and 10 slip over 20 minutes...I really didn't feel that different in either effort or pace.  With two laps to go, though, I did start to feel the legs tire.   Yet, it was only for the last 3/4 mile did it ever hurt and, by that point, I knew I would be under 4 hours and I gutted it to the finish.

The last 50 meters were pure joy for me, to come around a corner, see the finish line and know I'd be under four hours for the first time ever.  That was a thrill.

And what happened next was amazing.

As I crossed the finish line, the announcer called my name and stated I was the winner!  What, me, a race winner??  Yes, it was true.  Since this race was primarily a multi-person relay, they had a winner for each segment, solo, two person, four person and six person teams.  I won the solo division, the first solo runner to cross the finish line.  Astounding!  They called my name to have me come over for an official photo at the finish line.  I was thrilled, as you can see.

I won a quality pair of Klipsch R6i ear buds as a prize and mostly spent the rest of the day amazed at the triple amazement of getting a PR, going sub 4 and winning a race.  Did I mention I've never won a race before??   It was even funnier when I got home and looked at the on-line results.  Of the six folks who started the solo marathon, only four finished.  So, I really only beat three others!!  But, hey, it makes a good story!

One other useful point of this race is how it reflects on the training miles of the year.  In reading my race report from two years ago, I intended to go sub 4 that day as well.  Yet, I had not done the miles, had a less helpful run/walk ratio (5/1 vs 4:30/0:30) and just wasn't ready yet.  Indeed, training matters.

It's also a bit of a concern that this course was not certified and, according to my GPS and that of others, it may have been a little short, perhaps as much as a half mile.  It's hard to know.  So, I'll take this race as a big (very big) confidence builder and continue to push towards a sub 4 effort on November 7 at the Monumental Marathon.  I'm also sure there will be more than four finishers there, so my win streak will likely stop at one.

Smile with me about this fun event.  And persevere.


Sunday, September 27, 2015

Miles, Marathons, Miatas

It's been quite a summer and early fall of running and training for fall marathons.  Mostly, lots of miles and more quick miles than I have done in the past.  My training record looks it.   I paste the screen shot from my on-line record on Running Ahead after today's run.

I've never had 181 miles in any 30 day period.  Ever.  September isn't over yet and it looks like I'll be over 160 miles for the calendar month.  The week and month totals say a lot.

No sense of any injuries.  To that, I credit the Run/Walk plan and the gradual build up.

What's it worth to do all these miles??  We'll soon find out, as I have three marathons, all in Indianapolis, over the next 6 weeks.  The first is this Saturday, October 3.  I plan to go out at my sub-4 marathon plan and see if I can hold it through 18 miles.  

Two weeks later, I run the final ever Indianapolis Marathon.  That one will be a simple long run, celebrating the last hurrah for a great race in our state for the last 20 years.

Three weeks after that, November 7, is the target...the Monumental Marathon, where I'll go for a sub 4 hour 26.2.

The miles are it's in the sequence to see if it will deliver.

Fun to know I'll be making all three trips with running buddy Jon.  We are now, officially, the "Miata Maniacs", but that's a story for another day.



Tuesday, September 15, 2015

An atypical sports fan

So, this afternoon, three professional sports teams I follow all played important games, simultaneously.  And the teams says something about me. 

The Chicago Cubs were in Pittsburgh for a big game vs the Pirates.  Not a surprise there.  

But, in the European Championship League (this is soccer), Manchester City hosted Italian powerhouse Juventus.  And, their rivals, Manchester United, traveled to Holland to play PSV Eindhoven. Yes, I really like English football/soccer.  

Through the wonders of text alerts, I could follow all three games while at work.  

And all three lost by one... Pirates over the Cubbies 5-4, Juventus topping Man City 2-1 and ManU upset by PSV by the same score. 

Did anyone else follow these same three games today??  

Yeah, it says something about me, but I'm not quite sure what.  

Persevere.  Even when you lose by one.