Run For Her 5k: Greg Breaks a Promise 11/13 Report in Pictures.

Ok, Hiroko and I went to Los Angeles for a wedding and I promised that I would not run in any races during our trip because we were only going to be the from late Wednesday night till Sunday afternoon.  With the wedding on Saturday, there would just not be time.  So . . . I made a promise.  BUT  . . . on Friday Afternoon I just happened to notice that right out in front of our hotel they were putting up signs fro a street closing for a 5k on Sunday morning.  The one time that we had nothing planned and no real way to get anywhere.  So this happened . . .

I signed up for the Run For Her 5k in L.A.!!!!!!

Laced 'EM up tight

And took my place at the starting line

Hey, it is for a great cause!

The race was being run mainly along 3rd Ave. from Pan Pacific Park to Cedars-Siniai and back.  The course was ridiculously flat and would have spelled PR attempt under any circumstances other than having flown across country, spent four days walking all over L.A., and eating nearly everything place with reach of my face.  The weather was L.A. perfect after three days of clouds, and I felt decent considering I hadn't intended on running in a race.

The Race would go directly past the Farmers Market

Hiroko knew that I was happy and wasn't too mad !?!

A local military unit also took part int the race.

The pre-race warmup was just a bit too much for this east coaster.

As we lined up, I noticed something really important . . .

I am NOT the only Raider fan at the race!  Also, Raider Sweat band is a must have!

On your Marks!

get Set!

Here we go!

I am Running in L.A.

I went out too fast, but didn't really care.  I just wanted to enjoy the race.

Heading for home.

This was a great way to finish up an awesome vacation!

Bye Bye L.A.

I ran 3.1 in 27.03for 8:31 pace.

Mile 1 8:28

Mile 2 8:21

Mile 3 8:51

Post Race Wrap Up: Neuse River Bridge Run Half Marathon

Following the Half Marathon on Saturday, I have had a lot to the think about.  I am pleased with my race overall, and there isn't much that I would do differently, other than an equipment check.  I am really proud that I followed my training plan and got myself to both the starting line and the finish line on my own.  It was really important to me that I did not enlist any direct assistance from anyone (other that the much appreciated moral support that many of you supplied).  Running in the Half Marathon was something that I wanted to do pretty much on my own, which is why I stop attending group runs and workout classes while I was training.  Good, bad, or ugly, it was going to be on me.  And I think that it all turned out for the good. 

However, notice that I said that I was pleased with my race.  I am not ecstatic or thrilled but pleased.  Since Saturday, I have had to face up to a few things that I have wanted to avoid for sometime now.  My weight is the great struggle of my life.  And, even though I ran an entire Half Marathon at 280+ pounds, I wish that I hadn't.  My time was good, but the punishment that I put my body through was really unnecessary when you think that it could have been reduced had I only lost weight before the race.  The fact that I didn't rests entirely at my feet.  I have made great strides in my exercise and improved the way I eat over the last few years, but I can and must do more.  Diets are not my thing, and I don't think that they work.  Lifestyle changes are much better than diets in my book, and I have been reluctant to committing myself to the type of lifestyle choices that I know are needed.  However, after the half Marathon, I have come to a crossroads: either commit myself to running and make the tough health choices need to support my running or go on the way I am, give up running and take up a sport that has less risk of injury.  These options may seem extreme, but let's face some cold hard facts, running at 6'1" 280 pounds at the end of your 30's is a major injury just waiting to happen.  Besides this is an easy choice when it comes down to it -- running makes me happy.  Weighing as much as I do -- doesn't.  I need to commit myself to eating right and losing weight.

I have no doubt that I could run the Marathon in Miami, and finish it, but the risk of injury is off the chart.  As it stands now, there is about 14 weeks to go before the marathon, and I will lose one week of training due to a wedding that I will be attending in LA come November (Irene, I am heading your way).  I don't like the odds, so I have decided to drop down to the Half Marathon in Miami.  I plan to dedicate myself to both training for the half and losing a substantial amount of weight before I reach the starting line.  These decisions are honestly way over due.  I know that exercise alone is not going to get me to where I want to be, so it is just time to commit myself to the healthy eating habits that are required.  I haven't given up on the idea of running a full marathon.  In fact, I am more committed to it than ever, but when I do run it.   I want to run the hell out of it, but if I ran it now, it would only be about sheer survival.  I want to thrive, not just survive!

Neuse River Bridge Run Half Marathon Race Report Part II

After a near pre-race meltdown, no matter how much I wanted to focus on the start of the race and just fall into a nice groove, I found that I was still trying to reassure myself that everything would be alright.  I had toyed with the idea of running without Old Bob and my I-pod before the race, but had decided that I should run with them because that's how I had trained.  Also, I was afraid of going out too fast and blowing up.  Now, I would have to rely upon my own best judgement rather than Old Bob's hard data.  I felt just a little bit doomed because my judgment . . . umm . . . not always the best in the world.  I started out much closer to the front of the race field than I wanted too, so that any splits I got along the course would be as close to accurate as possible.

Runners Crossing the Drawbridge across The Trent

The first three miles of the the race would be the most challenging of the course because they mainly consisted of three bridges that also formed the only hills on the course.  The first drawbridge across the Trent river, which was still rather flat was our first bridge. Once we crossed the starting line I just let people stream past me and tried to stay out of the way.  I was running fairly well, but left knee was feeling a bit of soreness during the first mile; however, I was confident that I would soon fade.  I had the notion that I was going out too fast, but the pace felt right so I went with it for the time being.  I knew that the Highway 17 exit ramp the Neuse River Bridge was coming and would quickly sort out any pacing issues for me real fast.  The off ramp was a long sustained incline and formed the only real hill on the entire course.  However, I wasn't anything that difficult when compared to the hills I had been running in Umstead, so I was sure that I would handle it just fine.  When I made the turn onto the off ramp, I was that a few people had already begun to walk as they climbed the ramp.  Other people continued to pass me as I made my way up the off ramp, but I still wasn't in my part of the field and most of the folks going past me were clearly stronger runners, so I didn't let it bother me in the slightest.  It was right around sunrise and the view from the bridge was just stunning.  Once we reached the top of the off ramp we made a button hook turn and head back toward the shore along the bridge rather than crossing the full span of the bridge.   The climb was no problem at all, and I even made a silly attempt to ham it up for the race photographer waiting for us as we made the turn onto the highway.

The Bridge was still open to traffic, but the road had been coned off and police officers on motorcycles were running back and forth along the course as we ran along the Neuse River bridge and the Highway 70 bypass bridge spanning the Trent River.  I felt totally safe on the course and was able to enjoy an awesome view, which helped to steady my nerves.  Once we crossed the brides and left the highway the remainder of the course was totally flat.  I had my Nathan's hand held H20 bottle, so I skipped right past the first H20 stop at the three mile mark.  I had hoped that there would be someone calling out splits but no such luck!  My left knee was doing all right and fewer people were passing me at this point.

Miles 3 through 6 were nice and flat.  The went by with relative ease.  I sipped from my H20 bottle a bit, but the morning was near perfection for running: Cool, hardly and breeze after the bridges, and clear blues sky.  I I asked another runner for the time at Mile 4, and it was around 36 something, so I was right on pace for my goal of finishing in 2 hours.  A large group that had slowed for the H20 stop caught up to and passed me around this time.  I continued to feel good and run strong, and my difficulties of the morning were fading from mind.  I took my first Gu as close to the 45 min .mark as I could figure.  At mile 5 we had another H20 stop and the port-a-potty both of which I skipped.  My pace was still good, and I again gave my thanks to the volunteers but declined H20.  At the 6 mile mark, I began to feel like I was in a sort of No Man's Land.  There were few runner's around me and the area was the least interesting part of the course visually.  The few spectators were waiting for their friends and family.  I picked up my pace a bit and hoped that this wouldn't come back to burn me later. At the next H20 stop I grabbed a cup of water and added it to my hand held as I continued to run.  Removing the cap and pouring in the water running wasn't an issue at all, but the maneuver did seem to impress some of the volunteers.

I didn't even notice the palace as I ran past it..

After mile 6, I realized that I was now in the midst of my longest race to date.  Mentally I was beginning to struggle, and the only person  running with consistently was of course running intervals.  I swear that we passed each other at least 8 times from mile 6 to mile 10, which was annoying because we were running a narrow portion of the roadside.  I was starting to get cranky and a bit goofy as the miles clipped off.  I kept hoping that the next mile marker would read on more mile than it actually did.  I Guued again before the 9 mile mark and felt much better.  Miles 6, 7, and 8, were lonely, and long straight lines, which really added to the fraying of my nerves by the interval guy.  Just before the mile 9 mark, we got back into the Historic portion of New Bern and the course had more volunteers and was more engaging.   I was coming out of my funk, but my right leg was getting sore from having run on the sloped edge of the road for so long.  I began to talk to the volunteers as I passed them and decided that one way or another I was going to rid myself of the interval dude after the 9 mile marker.

Hiro Waiting at the finish.

I manged to stay right on him and was waiting for him to stop, so I could go past him and try to get enough distance between us, so that he would still be behind when he began walking his next interval, when my race nearly fell apart. At the H20 station at the colonial governor's palace I decide to grab a cup of H20.  Rather than unscrew my H20 bottle lid and dump it in like I had all race, I decide to just drink it.  BAD IDEA!  REAL BAD!!

I can't drink from cups while I am running -- not at all.  I ended up spilling it on myself and what water I did get went down the wrong pipe slightly.  I was alright for about a block, and then . . . I coughed!  And it hurt.  It hurt low.  Real low!  It felt like some one pulled on some internal band in my low low abs right below my waste band.  I immediately slowed down as my brain sought damage control reports from all departments.  I managed to keep running, but I knew that 2 hours, which had been slipping away since the no man's land of miles 7, 8, 9 was officially gone.  Also, interval dude was most definitely out of my life forever, which was a good thing.  By  midway through mile 11, I knew that I had tweaked something, but it wasn't bad enough to stop me from running. 

I passed a another guy cramping along the road and tried to give him an encouraging word as I passed, but in hindsight, those things probably don't help.  The course had now merged with the 10k course and there were more people around.  Just at mile 12, a lady wearing a shirt from Raleigh Running Outfitters passed me, and I chatted with her about the Raleigh 8000, which I had run in the midst of Hurricane Irene.  I was able to my mind off of all the soreness that I felt and pick my pace up a bit.  The last mile was difficult, but I got excited the closer that I got to the finish line. 

My pace picked up and the pain faded as I made for the finish line.  I saw Hiroko waiting for me just before the finish and picked up my pace even more.  As I pasted her, I took off my Raiders hat and yelled out "THIS RACE IS FOR AL DAVIS!"" 

Yes, I a wearing A Krispy Kreme Challenge Shirt

I didn't actually finish in anything near a sprint, but I had picked up my pace enough for the person on the micorphone to comment on how strong I was finishing and for a few people in the crowd to notice.  I was beat by the time I crossed the finish and I hardly remember the volunteer putting on my medal  I staggered about for a while trying to remain on my feet rather than sitting down.  Hiroko met me pretty quickly and helped might fight off the temptation to sit down.  Mentally, I was drained and it took me a few minutes to real be able to do much beyond stand there a smile!  I later found out that my time was 2:06:07.

The look on my face must have been one of exhaustion, confusion, and pure silly joy.  The run didn't go as I had planned, but it went well enough.  Afterward, I had plenty to think about and have come to some very significant conclusions, which I'll go into in the final part of this race report.  I am very proud of this run and can't wait to run this race again next year.  Hiroko and I both were very happy that we chose The Neuse River Bridge Run and New Bern is a great little town, which I will always remember as thr place that I completed my first Half Marathon!

Neuse River Bridge Run Half Marathon Race Report -- part 1

I had everything carefully organized for the race

 I ran my last warm up run on Wednesday after work.  My intention was to run a shakeout run on Friday morning, but the Wednesday run went so bad that I decided to just rest up till race day.  Wednesday, had been a humid day with dark clouds hanging around threatening to rain but refusing to just get it over with.  I hadn't wanted to run, but after work I started crawling the walls making making both myself and Hiroko crazy.  My plan was to run an easy five miler, but I began to have stomach cramps after the first mile, and the rest of the run became more of a walk/run horror show that I shortened to just over 3 miles.  After I finished, I didn't let this disaster of a run effect me mentally.  In fact, I shrugged it off rather easily.  It was a bad run, nothing more.  I had faith in my training and where I was at in way of my conditioning.  However, I did decided to skip my Friday shakeout and just give myself some extra rest.



Unaware that most of this stuff isn't working right

Hiroko and I traveled down to New Bern Friday afternoon in order to get settled in at the hotel and attend the mini race expo.  We picked up our race packets, shirts, had a brief look around, and then joined the pre-race pasta dinner.  I was beginning to get nervous and couldn't wait for the race to start.  We didn't stick around the expo long after eating; instead Hiroko and I walked around historic New Bern for a little bit before returning to the hotel to get ready for the next morning.  Hiro was running in the 5k, which began an hour after teh half Marathon started, so we coordinated out game plan for the morning and I laid out all of my gear for the coming day.

I wanted to make sure not be to scrambling in the morning to find something.  My only desire was to get to the line as relaxed as possible.  We went to bed at a decent hour, and I slept well.  The morning started out well -- I got up on time, my stomach didn't give me any complaints, and my nerves were alright.  The starting line was just in front of our hotel, so all I need to do was walk out of the hotel to and join the gathering crowd.  I went out side and waited for Hiro to go back upstairs for her jacket because the air was still a little chilly.  Right then the wheel came off -- I turned on Old Bob and waited for a signal and immediately realized something was wrong when the low power warning came on.  I had charged him the day before, but during the car ride the button must have gotten pressed.  I hadn't checked the power because I knew that I had charged him.  I quickly came to the decision that I would be running my first Half Marathon by feel alone.  Next, I turned on my I-pod hoping to settle my frayed nerves, but this only made matters worse as my I-pod was blasting my music through it external speaker, despite the fact that my ear buds were plugged in correctly.  Had my Garmin been working, I would have had no problem just chucking the I-pod, but the I-pod was now the only thing I had to help me calculate my speed, and I was determined to get it to work.  Hiroko was trying to help me, but by this time I was in full on freak-out.  I messed around with my I-pod as I moved to the starting line, and It wasn't until about 5 minutes before the start that remember how to re-boot the damn thing and got it working.

there I go in my Raiders cap and red shit



Lesson Learned:  CHECK EVERYTHING!  ROOKIE MISTAKE!

 I attempted to not to go completely bananas at the idea of running the race be feel, but, honestly, I was a mess.  I just wanted to start the race before anything else could go wrong.  My wish came quickly, as the three minutes that I had to kill once I joined the other runners at the started, just ticked away quickly without passion or prejudices.  And . . . after the having exact type of morning that I had wanted to avoid, I was off.  As I start to run, I told myself that I was just going to have to focus on running -- nothing more.   I had trained too hard and invested too much in this race to not enjoy it.  I settled down with the knowledge that race day was finally here, and as I passed Hiroko, I shouted to her that I would see her in two hours.