Monday, November 07, 2022

Race Report: Indy Monumental Marathon, Nov 5, 2022

ORN:   26.2 miles, 4:53:59, 11:04/miles; 35th of 55 M65-69; 

R/W 5/1 thru 17, then 3/1 and 2/1; 63F and 25 mph wind

I enjoyed this marathon.   It’s a big event and getting better

each year, a jewel for Indiana road running to be sure.  

15,000 runners in all events, including nearly 5,000 marathoners.

  It’s not the Chicago Marathon but it has a big city feel.  

It’s too bad this year’s event was dominated by the weather.

  A fierce wind directly from the south was the talking point,

20mph at the 8am start and increasing all morning.   Given

the course ran north and then back south, it meant a

monster headwind for 10 of the final 13 miles.   

I was pleased with my run overall.   I ran the first half

comfortably using a 5/1 run/walk ratio and hit my targeted

10:47/mile aggregate, as I shot for a 4:40 marathon.   I

crossed the halfway mat at 2:18:27, clearly helped by the

tailwind.    We then turned south and I held onto that pace

through mile 17, near the Butler University campus.   But,

by then, it was obvious the wind would take its toll.   So

I backed off the pace, not having anything to prove and

ran comfortably to the finish line.   The final four miles,

between tall buildings with a howling wind, were not much

fun but I got it done.    Marathon #108 in the books.

And four other experiences were truly

strange, one ironic in light of the strange event and two musical. 

It’s a given that a large road race in a city will disrupt traffic.  

We’ve all seen it and you just deal with it.   But I saw something

in this race I’ve never seen before and hope I don’t see again. 

About mile 8 or so, the marathon pack was still thick.  We

approached an intersection, where a guy was trying to pull out

of his neighborhood but the stream of runners was steady.   He

was OK with it, though, simply easing his car near the intersection,

trying to look for a gap.   Nothing aggressive at all.   But, about

40 feet in front of me, I saw a fellow runner start to scream at

the driver, hurling obscenities his way and giving him the finger

right up next to his front bumper.  As  I pulled even with the angry

runner, I said to him “Come on, man, just leave it alone, that

doesn’t help, let’s go.”   

Wow, this wasn’t good.  We went on running, leaving the driver

behind but my fellow runner then turned his anger on me.  “I’ve run

this race 15 years in a row! How many times have YOU run it?”  

I let him know this was 8 for me at Monumental.  “You can’t say

anything to me then!”   I looked at him quizzically and tried to

calmly point out   “It’s not helpful to yell at a guy who’s just trying

to get out of his neighborhood.”  “Oh yeah? I can yell at anyone

I want to!!”    

I put my hands up and walked, letting him continue on.   Another

runner came up beside me, having seen the whole thing and we

both shrugged our shoulders...the guy had some issues.   Yet it

didn’t end.    Over the next two miles, he fell back and talked three

more times with me, each time justifying his anger and adding

more reasons to be angry (like not enough cups at a water stop).  

I just stopped talking to him and left him behind for good around

mile 10.   

I’ve never seen such behavior.  He clearly had other issues.   But

it made me sad to see a runner be so rude and crude towards a

driver.   I’ve seen anger the other direction but never by a runner.   

Which made the second event both ironic and funny.

Around mile 15, running straight south along the right side on Meridian

Street, the biggest and most famous surface street in Indy, we came

to an intersection with a line of northbound cars queued in the left

turn lane, hoping to turn in front of the stream of runners.   Quite

spontaneously, another runner and I spotted a gap ahead of us that

would allow a couple of cars to turn.   We both held out our arms,

slowed for a second or two with the few runners right behind us,

motioned for two cars to turn and then carried on.   The drivers waved

and smiled, as we did in return.  I gave a fist bump to my fellow traffic

director and laughed to myself about how different that was from the

mile 8 driver-runner interaction. 

And then the music. 

Shortly after I had decided to slow the pace and was regrouping for the

new pattern, we came up to a garage band banging out classic rock for

the runners.   They had just started playing the 1964 hit by The Kinks

You Really Got Me . .’s It's

a headbanger, for sure.   I started singing with them and to my surprise,

the lead guitarist saw me, walked into the street and stuck his mike out

to me...I joined in to sing the epic phrase “you got me so I can’t sleep

at night” along with him.  Wow, what a moment.   The band got a charge

out of it and we were all laughing, as were the spectators.  Later, I realized

not only had the young guys in the band not been alive when the song

was released but likely their parents had not been either.   

Then, around mile 22, a guy with just an acoustic guitar was singing and

playing from the back of his pickup.   He was attempting The Doobie

Brothers’ “Long Train Runnin”.  Great song but he didn’t quite have the instruments or volume to

do it justice.   I tried to help him out a bit yet news of my earlier vocal

success had not reached him.   Oh well, those pistons keep on churning. 

Further thoughts, post race.

When I recorded the race results later, I noted my time was a mere 33 seconds

faster than the Carmel Marathon nine months ago, also in Indy, also on a

windy (but much colder) day.  Despite the identical times, the Carmel race

felt truly miserable for me at the end, while this race was enjoyable and just

kinda long.   I realized two key things that made a difference.   First, and primarily,

I had many more training miles ahead of this race, averaging 150+ per month

all summer and fall, vs 120/month or so leading to the April race.   Secondly,

I ran the first half of the Carmel race aggressively and paid the price on the back

half.   Good reminder...get the miles in and take it easy early. 

That’s the story.   And better to laugh with a garage band than yell at an

unsuspecting driver.  




Wednesday, September 14, 2022

Race Report: Fair on the Square Half Marathon, Sept 10, 2022

ORN:   13.1 miles, 2:19:38, 10:40/mile, R/W 3/1

Brief Summary:

It’s fascinating how an ordinary running event can yield

significant moments.   Such was the Fair on the Square Half Marathon

I was very pleased with my race plus found other insights

along the way, most in a surprising fashion.

Gory Details:


In early August, I had an awful race.  On reflection, I modified

my autumn race plans significantly.   I chose to reduce the

number of races I would run and focus instead on being ready

for the Monumental Marathon on Nov 5 and the HUFF 50K

on Dec 17, two of my favorite races of the year.   I realized I

simply needed more training miles, uninterrupted by races,

to enjoy these two major events.    I had registered to run the

full marathon at the Fair on the Square but decided to cut it

back to half marathon and use it as a “workout with friends.”   

Most of August remained a running bust however, as a

long-lasting sinus infection made even modest mileage seem

out of reach.   Only in the last week of the month was I able

to hit the daily/weekly mileage totals of Higdon’s Intermediate II

training program I’ve used for many years.    

We went to Door County, Wisconsin starting the Labor Day

weekend for a marvelous nine-day vacation. The program

named 5 runs for the week:  4, 9, 4, 9 and 19 miles.  Finally

feeling better, I clicked through the first four Monday thru

Thursday and drove home Friday.  The plan was to drive

early to the race site, run 3 miles to warm up, run the

half-marathon and then another 3 to get in the 19 for the day.    

The Tire:

Up at 4:45am, I was out the door early to work the plan.  

There was an unexpected detour on the state road approaching

the race location, however.  Shortly after getting back on

the main route, I got an alarm of low pressure on my left front

tire.  Sure enough, I heard an odd sound from that tire, the

car was pulling to the left and I realized I needed a safe place

to pull over.   I found an abandoned driveway in the middle of

the country, got out, and experienced the deflated feeling of

looking at a tire going down.

Nothing to do but to fix it, so I pulled out the jack, spare and

the one thing that made me smile a bit: a dedicated lug nut

wrench.   Years ago, a friend suggested having a proper socket

wrench in the car rather than depending on the stamped-out

wrench supplied with cars.   It worked.   

And then an angel showed up.  A random guy had just dropped

his daughter off at an early volleyball practice, saw my situation,

pulled in, positioned his headlights since it was still pre-dawn

and helped me out.   We got the flat off, the spare secured, a warm

handshake to my new friend Brook, and off I drove on the final

12 miles to the race site.   

The Race:

I parked 18 minutes before the gun.  Good thing it was a small event,

as I grabbed grab my bib, made a trip thru the porta pot line and

walked into the starting grid just as the National Anthem played. The

flat tire obviously wiped out my planned 3 mile warm up.  I barely

stretched.  And the race started at exactly 8:00am.   

 I got rolling in the back of the pack.

I was glad I had previously settled in my mind to use this as a training run

with friends and not as a race.   So, I didn’t push things early, focusing on

just getting loose.   Early on, long-time friend Jen spotted me and we

had a great chat, not having seen each other since the pre-Covid days.  

That was a treat.   We chatted a longer time post-race.

By mile one or so, I was moving comfortably using a 3/1 run/walk ratio

for the day.  Around mile 3, I was in a decent groove.  We got to the far

west end of the rectangular course at about mile 5 and I was feeling good.   

People often ask me “What on earth do you think about when you run

for multiple hours?”   It's a good question.  On this day, the question “what

is my role in the world as a retired guy?” was big on my mind.  This was

prompted by observing striking examples along the course of both rural

poverty and rural opulence.   We were up close with both as the race

moved along.   During my working career in manufacturing, I felt strongly

that a key contribution for me was creating jobs for which a person with

minimal education could succeed, make a very good wage with benefits

and have the opportunity to progress.   Folks living in rural poverty could

get a job with us and move ahead.   So, now that I’m retired, how do I

positively impact those who are regarded less-well by society?   That was

much on my mind this day and often while I run. 

Around mile six, I was surprised by a phenomenon I have seen many

times in the past but not much recently.   I noticed I was gradually passing

people but not getting passed, even as I retained the run/walk cycles.  

I laughed...years ago, I observed it was often about an hour into a half or

full marathon that I’d begin to one by one pass people with few passing me.  

Such was the case again and it was kinda nice.   By mile nine, I noticed

I needed to tell myself to slow down the pace during the run cycle...I was

feeling better and better.    It’s been a while.  

Around mile 11, we were back into town, with some zigs and zags through

neighborhoods to get the mileage right.   I did some quick math at mile 12

and realized if I hustled, I could finish under 2:20.  As I did the math, I laughed

out loud.   What is it about us runners which drives us to try to get under

some arbitrary round number?   I know I’m not alone.  I don’t fully understand

it but the drive is real.   I picked up the pace and with about a half mile to go,

ran continuously to the finish line.   Chip timing is great...I finished in 2:19:38.    

Across the line, I chatted with a few folks, with a particularly pleasant

conversation with local running pal Hacene who had also driven down

for this HM.   He too had a  hard time on the detour but his tires stayed

inflated.   He’s a great guy and also very fast.  I can only chat with

him pre and post-race!

They started the awards ceremony just after I finished.  Amazingly, I came

2nd in the 65-69 Age Group and won another drinking glass.   2nd of 4,

mind you, but second nonetheless.  And my wife likes the size and heft of the glass.  

The Rest of the Miles

Work remained, however.  Since I didn't get three miles in pre-race, I

needed to do six post-race. I refilled my water bottle, walked back to my

car to drop off my medal and new glassware and ran the course backwards

to the ten mile marker, then back to the finish.   I saw a few of the fast

marathoners finishing their second lap but was mostly by myself.   The last

mile or so got hot but I finished the six. I walked back to the finish area,

treated myself to a DQ ice cream bar, changed into some dry clothes

and got on to even more work. 

Tire Fix

I didn’t want to drive the 70 miles home on the spare tire, so I located a tire

repair place nearby which was open, sat in their waiting room for an hour

and got my tire back on for $15.   Nice guys to help me out on a quiet

Saturday afternoon.   Home around 4pm, making it a much longer day

than I had imagined.  Still, it was a surprisingly successful day.

What do I take from all this?   First off, training miles matter.   I was finally

on a better weekly total and this helped.   

Second, I gained some clarity on how I continue to approach retirement.

Reflection on this open course was helpful.

Third, I was thankful I had a lug nut socket wrench in  my car.   That

made the flat tire an annoyance, not a crisis.   

Thanks for reading.   Hope you can get your miles in and avoid

nails in the road.