A Race Report from the Other Side of the Race

Last Saturday, our local running club put on its annual midsummer 4 mile race, the "Summer Scamper." I have felt "raced out" so volunteered to help with organizing the race, rather than run. It was interesting and I learned some useful things.

This was a very small event, about 60-70 runners total. Registration was a card table set up in a gazebo in a small strip mall on the west end of Purdue's campus. The race director asked me to show up around 6:30am for the 8am race. I got there and three of us had everything set up. Registration started at 7am and folks showed up on time. It was a little hectic as the single card table was a little overwhelmed. But we got everyone signed up.


My assignment during the race was to stop traffic at one of the two road crossings on the out-and-back course. As the race was mostly on the south end of the city trail system that I run on daily, I knew the point well. It was a beautiful morning, there was no traffic to stop. So, I had the chance to just stand in the middle of an intersection, encourage fellow runners and listen to the birds sing on a summer's day.

The local HS cross country runners smoked the field. After a large gap, the the usual spread of runners came along, the gliders, the clompers and the gaspers. A very relaxed race on a nice morning.

And I learned two useful things.

First, greet people you don't know. While I've lived here for 25 years, this is only my first year in the running club. Most club runs don't fit my family schedule, so I only know a few people in the club, none of whom were there Saturday. The other club members helping out didn't know quite what to make of me and thus I only had one hand shake and had several odd looks. Made me feel like an outsider...perhaps I was. It taught me a lot about welcoming folks I don't know. I did this in a couple of business meetings yesterday...with amazing response from the newcomers. They were grateful. It's not hard to smile, say welcome and ask about their interests.

Second, how cool it is when runners say "thanks." I've always tried to say thank you to course marshalls, particularly police who handle traffic. But I never grasped how good it feels to be on the other side. A simple "thanks for helping!" as you run by makes a huge difference.

What fun to be outside on a mid-summer Saturday morning. And the fact that it pushed my own long run into the heat of the day really didn't matter.

Persevere.

The Mirror Image of Winter

ORN: Saturday: 10.5 miles, bonkable
Sunday: zero
Monday: zero
Tuesday: 5 miles, nice

Today, I had the first enjoyable training run in about three weeks. The key issue? The weather. Last night's big thunderstorms lowered the temps behind them and it was a nice 58 when I headed out the door at 5:30am.

It struck me how this is so much like winter...you train and train but mostly just get the miles in. Then, every once in a while, you get a day in the 40s and you get rid of the tights and just run "free." It felt the same way today. I've been getting in the miles but today felt a ton better. Unlike Saturday, when I ran mid-day (that's another blog entry as to why) and the temps hit 90 around mile 8.

Lots more news personally, as well...I'll dribble it out as it makes sense.

And, in any event, we persevere.

Welcome, Berneice Abigail Ely!

It has been a big week in our family, as our son David and his wife Susan had their third child, Berneice Abigail on Monday, June 19! We are very excited to welcome her to the family!

Berneice weighed 7lbs 8 oz and was 20” long…just a perfect size. She is in wonderful shape and, as of today, is catching on to nursing. Susan is doing well, considering the baby was delivered via C-section. David is thrilled to have a little girl and we couldn’t be happier either. If you’d like to see photos, check here. (You can also scroll down and see some of David’s photos from his time in Iraq.)

As this wasn’t enough, Gretchen and I celebrated our 31st wedding anniversary today. She continues to be the light of my life, who knows me best and loves me anyway.

We’ve been deeply blessed and we are humbled by God’s graciousness to us. We seek to persevere, each day. Rejoice with us!

Flora Hog Jog: Race Report

ORN: 6.2 miles, 52:33

Summary: A pleasant little race in a small Indiana farm town. And a much better result than I expected.

The Report: This little race has been around for 27 years now. Flora is in Carroll County, just north of here and one of the top 10 counties in the United States in hog production. It is flat, farm country with lots of corn and lots of family farms. I haven’t run this race for about 12 years, so it was good to be back again. And little has changed in 12 years…kind of like the little town of Flora in which we ran.

I ran this race with my long-time friend Jess. He’s been running for 7-8 years but has never run a race…until today. I invited him to join me and he seemed glad he did.

After my run yesterday, when I pretty well bonked, needing to walk just to get home after a mere 3.5 miles, I was quite pessimistic about how this race would go. My right quad hurt, I umpired home plate of a long baseball game the night before, it was hot and I truly wondered if I could even run the entire distance.

Despite some registration disorganization, the gun went off about 8:20am and we began our tour of Flora (population 2,000) and Carroll County (hog population of easily 100,000). Mile one was a bit of a mystery, trying to find some groove. I felt good but doubted if it was real. I was surprised to hit the first marker at 8:38. Mile 2 kept us winding through Flora, where we ran on Easy Street. Seriously. We made a turn in town and the street sign said, clearly, “Easy Street.” I commented on this to a fellow runner who dryly observed “Yeah, and we’re only on it for one block and then move on.” Kind of like life; any time on Easy Street seems incredibly short. Still, there were a bunch of houses there with a really cool address. Mile two went by in another 8 38.

Mile three took us out in the country. We did a long straight run on a county road, bordered only by corn and soybean fields. Straight into the wind, I slowed to 8:47. Still, my pace and feel for the race was a mystery. We finally turned and went by a large hog operation, upwind of the course. The “aroma” on a day heading for temps in the mid 90s was pungent. It reminded me of growing up on a cattle farm in Nebraska…were it not for such smells, I’d never have been able to go to college. I smiled, hit mile four at the same pace, 8:48, and turned to head back towards Flora.

About this time, I finally seemed to get into a groove. I felt more comfortable and begin to run in a more relaxed manner. I had been trailing Jess the whole race, and suddenly found myself catching him. We chatted a bit and then I kept moving. I found a nice flat portion of the road, dropped my shoulders and just let the running flow. I did mile five in 8:14.

I started picking out people ahead of me, gaining on them and passing them. Made for a fun mind game. One lady had quite a decorated left arm; I set sights on Ms. Tattoo and passed her just past mile five. I then spotted about three guys with really cool running shirts, the type that go for $40 or so. Could my $8.95 technical shirt from Campmor really be good enough to pass them?? Amazingly, it was. As we wound around back in town, I did mile 6 in 7:55. I finally felt good. And only two tenths to go, which took me another 1:30. Done, in 52:33. Not a PR, but only 14 seconds off of it...way better than I had dreamed I would do.

Jess cruised in about a minute later. He was pumped…he had a fun, pain free race and was pleased with the whole experience. We hung around the city park for a while and enjoyed our complimentary Pork Burger, then headed home. The usual Saturday errands awaited.

I learned a couple of useful things today. First, fueling is important. Having bonked on my training run on Friday, I realized I had been truly empty. So, I had a toasted bagel today when I woke up, had a Clif’s Bar an hour before the race and a Gu just before the start. That all seemed to work. Second, I observed a consistent theme…it almost always takes me four miles or so to find a groove. Which probably explains why I avoid 5K races altogether and this is only the third 10K I’ve run in the last two years, during which I’ve run 9 half marathons and a full marathon. The proportion of enjoyable running to mysterious running is simply a lot higher in the longer races. And so, subconsciously, I’ve pushed myself to the longer races.

A fun day. Thanks for listening. And keep persevering.

Runnin' on "Empty"

ORN: 3.5 miles, run/walk

I must be feeling the effect of too-little sleep. Today's planned 5 miler wasn't to be. I cut it off at a turning point and walked much of it home.

The legs were flat, amazingly flat. Simply nothing there. In analyzing why, I noted that:

• I have had less-than-normal amounts of sleep the past week
• Umpiring baseball has kept me up later and on my feet more
• Squatting to see 11 year-old strike zones takes a toll on the quads
• I ate a light dinner last night, umpired, went to bed, got up and ran
• Low hydration plus low fuel plus low sleep equals "empty"

All of this leads to the 10km race I'm entered in tomorrow. It will be interesting to see if I can run the entire distance. Given that I have to umpire again tonight!!

Some runs are great. Many are unremarkable. Some are lousy.

And you always persevere.

This'll get interesting

ORN: Zero

Work and my other hobby, umpiring Little League Baseball, have severely chewed into my running this week. I was set to do 5 this morning and only vaguely recall turing off the alarm at 5:15 this morning...next thing I knew, it was 6:30 and a full day awaited. Tonight I umpired and then have to speak to a local quality management group early tomorrow morning.

Blah, blah, blah, except I'm signed up to do a 10K race on Saturday. I was hoping to improve on my last 10K from last October. I suppose that is still possible but my surprise "taper" is not what I had planned. I'm still trying to put the base down for the Portland Marathon on October 1.

We'll see. And I will persevere.

Harmoniousness

ORN: Saturday: 12.3 miles, no watch, steady drizzle, nice run
Sunday: 5 miles, easy run

One of the treats of running for me is the West Lafayette Trails, a city-wide system of about 14 miles of off-street, paved, 10 foot-wide paths that connect the residential, wetland and University portions of the city. While it is a super place for running, it is also a social phenomenon, providing a civil, enjoyable place for many citizens to interact while they enjoy private exercise. I’ve had many neat social experiences on the trails, but only one cooler than what happened this morning.

About a mile into the run, near the woods, I heard some music. It didn’t sound familiar but was getting louder. I rounded a turn and realized what was happening. A pair of Chinese women were walking towards me, singing their hearts out! Walking slowly, unconcerned about how it might look, they were making great melody. Perhaps a mother and daughter, they were radiant in face, singing a tune that was both beautiful yet unfamiliar to my Western ears. I’ve seen these women before, so they recognized me as I said hi and waved. They smiled and waved but kept on singing. It was melodious, full of two-part harmony and clearly a song of joy.

How cool is that. To walk along with a friend or family member, singing at the top of your voice, outside, simply enjoying life. And to let me be a small part of it…that’s a gift.

The trail system is very popular with our extensive international community and it is way cool to be part of that as I plod along each day. I could stand to just start singing some days too.

Persevere.