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November 19 New York Marathon 2009 - Race Report Marathon #10 is in
the bag. On November 1, 2009, I was lucky enough to start AND complete
the NYC Marathon. This had been the race I anticipated most amongst all
my races. I had dedicated this race to my Grammie, who has stood tall
even in the face of advisory. I often wonder if I would be as feisty
and courageous as my Grammie if faced with the unthinkable. There is
one thing I am certain, I think my Grammie has bravery I don't yet
posses. In addition to my Grammie, I ran this marathon on behalf of
many others who have faced cancer in their lives. Some are still alive
to tell their journey, others were taken too soon. For them, I ran.   The race was everything I had anticipated. I give this race a 10 out of 10 and hope to run it again. Going into the November 1 NYC Marathon, the things of most concern were weather, the long wait at the beginning of the race and the gradual (but killer) hills. We took a red-eye from SFO overnight to NYC landing on Saturday, Halloween. After checking in to the hotel, we walked the few short blocks to the convention center. Oddly enough, "So you think you got talent" was also holding auditions at the same time there. I debated, but realized I was there for the marathon, not to audition. The expo was fantastic. Imagine 40,000+ runners all checking in, milling about, etc. Could be chaos, but it wasn't. I walked right up to the station that was handing out my number, retrieved it, verified the chip worked, got my goodie bag and was set to wander the expo all within 3 minutes. The expo vendors were great. The expo was nicely laid out with wide aisles and a good selection of vendors. It was definitely more 'upscale' than most expos. There were fewer "$10 shorts vendors" and more "Nike" "Asics" "Adidas" "Reebok", etc vendors. One nice tough was the center of the expo was the official race sponsor, ING. They had TVs set up showing the course, experts (like Bart Yasso) giving lectures in an informal setting and the thing that would later save me, they were handing out pace bracelets. More on why this saved me later. The pace bracelets came in a variety of projected finish times, 4:00 was out of stock, so I grabbed the 3:55. They were made of the same water-proof, tear-proof paper as the bibs. I woke the next morning at 4:30am, dressed and hopped a cab for the quick 5 minute ride to South Central Park. We were catching the American Cancer Society bus, which would take us the entire way there versus taking the Staten Island Ferry and then hopping on a shuttle bus. This meant having to catch the 6:00am vs 7:00am though (Verazzano bridged closed to all traffic at 7am, so private shuttles had to hurry). The bus ride was great. We chatted with Ian, Director of Marketing for Absolut Vodka. He told us great stories of what sales persons had to go through (try selling vodka to the Russians he told us) and then gave us tips on the course as he had run it a few times.  Tip #1: Never run near the edges across the Verazzano Bridge. If running on the under deck, always run straight down the middle. Why? It is tradition for runners on the top deck to pee off the edge and onto those on the lower deck.  We made it to the start area with 3 hours until the start time. This is a big complaint amongst most runners, the long start wait. But think about it, the race officials have to get 40K runners across a bridge, close it and then start the race...not an easy task. Luckily the rain had stopped and we were blessed with the most perfect running weather the entire course. Pat and I headed over to the American Cancer Society tent and were able to spend our wait time in there out of the chilly air.  Tip #2: Bring plastic grocery sacks to the start. Pat and I saw all these goobers walking around with plastic sacks around their shoes. How dorky we thought, until we realized that the start area turns into a red mud pit after all the runners have trudged through it. We quickly grabbed extras and dawned our dorky gear. Hey, my shoes were fairly new, can't have them dirty for the run! Out of all the races I have been to, this had, by far, the best port-a-potty situation. I waited a max of 2 minutes in line and most port-a-potties I saw had zero line. Well done by race officials. The wheel chair division started first, then the elite women, next came wave 1 (which included the elite men). I was in wave 2, starting at 10am and Pat was in Wave 3, starting at 10:20. We both started in different areas, so we said goodbye, good luck and see you on the flip side. I was afraid the start of the race would be crowded and it would be hard to get into my groove. Boy was I wrong! It took me less than 15 seconds to cross the start line and then from then on, not once did I feel over crowded. For the first 8 miles, all 3 waves run a slightly different course, helping to clear things out. Now, let's get back to that pace bracelet which I almost threw in my gear check bag thinking I didn't need it. The race started on the Verazzano bridge and thanks to tip #1, I ran in the middle on the under deck. However, I looked down at my trusty Garmin 405 only to see I was running an 11 minute pace. WTF I said to myself, I am a gazelle right now! Turns out, I was losing GPS signal in the bridges. This thew me way off. It threw my virtual running partner way off, which at the end of the race, said I was 11 minutes behind my goal time (which was 4:00, but I finished 4 minutes faster than that). So, as in usual Jana fashion, I said to myself "Carter, all strategies just went out the window. Garmin being off means Jana doesn't follow a plan, Jana can run like the wind and forget about Kevin's negative splits". So that is what I did. I ran. Run Jana Run. I had "JC" across my jersey and for 26.2 miles I heard ever few seconds "GO JC". Talk about needing momentum at times, that'll do it. I have never experienced such spectator support like I did in NYC. Over 1.5 million people came out to watch they projected and I felt it every inch of the course. I did carry my iPod, but, no joke here, I could not hear it at all the entire race. That is how loud the crowds were. I must have slapped a hundred little kids hands and waved my thanks at all those who shouted out.   How fascinating it was touring through each of the five burroughs of NYC. Each were so different. We were first met with singles & families in Brooklyn coming out to show their support for complete strangers. Next we went through the Italian district and were met with Italian flags and shouts in Italian. Jacob and I ran together the first 10 miles. I have no clue who he was and never did spot him, but all I heard was "Go Jacob!". I almost wanted to kill Jacob if I heard that name one more time. After the Italian community, we ran through the Hasidic Jewish community. This was so fascinating. The crowds became much more quiet and everywhere I looked I saw kids in black clothing, girls in dresses, men with the traditional curls down the sides of their faces. Next we ran through Harlem. What a fantastic place. People were out in full force. It was a great boost of energy in the later parts of the race (miles 17-20). The kids were awesome at this point too. The aid support was fantastic the entire course. The only complaint is that after running through each aid station, you felt like you were running through a movie theater floor the next 100 yards. The bottoms of shoes got so sticky from the Gatorade.  Around mile 5, I saw a man, early 20s or late teens perhaps, inching his way along the course. He used the aid of two crutches and one prosthetic leg that replaced the fact that he had no legs. He was surrounded by his posse. He clearly had started 1.5 hours earlier than I did with the wheelchair division. I remember thinking "It will be well after dark before this kids finishes." and I said out loud to myself "Carter, you have no right to complain during this race if you are too tired or your legs hurt.". Another humbling moment was when I passed a woman clearly in her 80s moving quite slowly. Across her back was a picture of perhaps her grandson and a note she was running on his behalf. I also passed a few blind runners which was inspiring. The first 13.1 miles flew by. One of the best 1/2 marathons I had run to date (not the fastest, but I felt terrific). The half way mark is on a hill leading up to a bridge. This is the bridge most runners fear. It was so long and felt never ending. This bridge takes runners into Manhattan and we are greeted with a deafening roar at mile 16. The crowds are many people deep at this point. I actually felt ok most of the race, but definitely slowed down in the last 6-8 miles. I knew I was going to make it, never felt like quitting, but there were a few spots where I would have given anything to see the finish line.  The finish is great. It is in Central Park. Around mile 24, you enter the park. You can feel the end so near. There is electricity in the air, then you see it. You see the countdown makers: 400 yards to go, 300 yards to go, 200, 100 and then...the finish! But let me take a step back here readers. I mentioned the pace bracelet saved me. Well, after throwing all caution to the wind, I decided to run the first 13 miles any way I wanted, ignoring any times. At the 13 mile mark, I started to refer to the pace bracelet to get an idea of how far behind or ahead of the 3:55 finish I was. I used the total time on my Garmin and checked this against the 'suggested time for each mile'. I was able to easily see how many minutes I had to play with to ensure I finished in under 4:00. Now comes the WORST part of the entire race. The finish. After you cross the finish line, you are immediately put into a cattle herd. It's awful. You are shoulder to shoulder with other runners for about 40 minutes as you make your way down this path, fenced in on both sides with 10' fences. You finally make it to your UPS baggage pick up, grab your bag and continue to shuffle your way down this path. They offer no place to sit, no place to stretch your legs, eat your food or chat with other runners. There is absolutely no place to stop and watch other people cross the finish line. Runners have complained about this for years, but nothing has been done. I would not hesitate to run this marathon again. I give the race organizers 9 out of 10 (finish line needs work people) and the spectators get a 15 out of 10. The course was beautiful and weather awesome. The best part was, the city felt alive with this race. For the two days after, everywhere we went, we saw runners wearing their finishers shirts, medals, walking a bit off kilter and it felt like you were part of something. I am a New York Marathon finisher. And yes, I have earned the right to brag about it in one blog post :-)   Goal: 4:00 hours Actual: 3:56:19 (WOOT!) Best Sign #1: Erik, do it for Chase! (it showed a picture of chase, which was the mans dog) Best Sign #2: You look like hell, good thing you are almost there August 02 New York, I'm Coming For You!Back from wherever I went…
It has been a long time since my last post. Odd, I feel suddenly as though I am in confession. Hopefully I won’t be assigned any hail Mary’s.
From a race perspective, this past year has been a turning point. After taking a bit of a break in 2008, I am back in the swing of things. Since I wrote last, I have completed 4 more marathons (San Francisco, Honolulu, Phoenix Rock & Roll and Big Sur – for the 2nd time). Next on tap is the grand-daddy of them all. This is by far, the race I have been waiting for. The New York City Marathon. When I sit down and think of where I want my running to take me, it is at the start line in New York. I have idolized this race for so long and cannot wait to experience it. One particular reason is because I am running this race in honor of my Grammie.
She is the most amazing person in the world and I have held-out dedicating a marathon to her, just waiting for the perfect opportunity; and NY is it. My Grandmother has so graciously battled ovarian cancer, not once, but twice. She has shown strength when I might have sat down and cried and screamed “it’s not fair!”. So, running the New York City Marathon is not a solo experience. I am running to fight cancer. I am running on behalf of my Grammie and The American Cancer Society. So many people have donated thus far. I am speechless at the generosity I have received, but I am not done yet. I have a ways to go before I fulfill my goal.
I have vowed to right the names of cancer survivors and cancer victims on my race day jersey. I will proudly carry their memories with me throughout the race. When I want to give up, I will think of them and how they never once gave up. I am running for beautiful people like Helen (my Grammie), Kay, Forest, Carol, Celia, Susan, Ruth, Ammie, James and many more. I am honored their loved ones have allowed me to take them on my journey. I would love to write the names of many more on my jersey.
I will write much more over the next few months as race-day draws nearer (November 1). If you would like to support me and the many who battle cancer, I encourage you (PLEASE!) to donate. It is easy to donate online: http://tiny.cc/RunNYC (My race page).
Thank you to everyone for their support and encouragement.
-Jana February 20 SF Marathon (T-164 days)I finally signed up for a marathon in 2008. I will be running the San Francisco Marathon on August 3, 2008, in where else, San Fran. This marathon will be a bit different. I will not be going for a PR time (personal best), but for the first time in my marathon career, I will be running with a first-time marathon runner helping to coach them through the finish. I am sure they will be coaching me along the way as well. I think it will be a rewarding and fun experience; less stress too...no worries or pressure of beating previous times. My running partner is surely an inspiration and has battled through a lot. This is their victory and I am just glad & humbled to be a part of their journey.
Well, T-164 days.
PS. I am sure I could have chosen a more forgiving course for a first time runner..I apologize in advance for the hills :-) December 04 California International Marathon - CompletedMarathon #4 on the year is complete (#5 if you count an unofficial run on Mt Rainier in August). I think I can say with confidence this is my last marathon this calendar year. I will admit while running the CIM (California International Marathon) and immediately after, I wondered if it would be my last marathon. Nahhhh, life’s too short to quit now. I am a bit burned out on marathons and my body feels tired, so choosing the next race will take some time and a lengthy recovery period.
I confirmed yet again that endurance is my skill; not speed during a marathon. I always make the catastrophic mistake of starting too fast. I do this every marathon. I tell myself before the start ‘don’t start out too fast Carter’ (yes, I talk to myself). However, when the gun goes off, so does my competitive drive and I want to go out guns blazing. This marathon was no exception.
I made it to Sacramento on Friday to register (online registration had closed & forced to sign-up in person). Got my number, #5439, and wandered the expo. The expos are never that thrilling, same vendors, same crap being sold.
The nerves had kicked in and I was anxious for Sunday to arrive. I hadn’t trained much for this race; maybe 10+ training runs since the Portland Marathon in early October. I am gluten for punishment I suppose. I stayed in the host hotel (Sheraton) and was surrounded by runners. Every elevator ride had at least another marathoner in it (you can pick a marathoner out easily). The Rockets were also staying in our hotel and I was lucky enough to have a few elevator rides with them too (basketball players are also very easy to pick out
Ate my prerace meal around 5pm Saturday; white rice, and tried to get to bed early. Didn’t sleep much that night. Too much tossing and turning and staring at the clock. Woke about 4:20, got ready, headed to the lobby to catch my school bus to the start. Made it to the start & got in the never ending porta-potty line (a must stop for any runner prior to the start). With about 10 seconds until gun time, I lined up.
Gun went off and so did I. I ran a pretty fast first ½ (for me anyway). My first few miles were in the 7-minute range and I finished with a 48 minute 10K time and 1hr46minute 13.1 mile time (11 minutes faster than my time the Sunday before at the Seattle ½ marathon). I kept up with the 3:20 pacers until about mile 13 when I waved them on. Then, the hardest part of the race, around mile 18 I saw my Boston dreams run by when the 3hr40minute pacer passed me. Maybe Boston is not for me…not if I start out this fast it won’t be.
The course was advertised as ‘downhill’, but the rolling hills were brutal. I could feel every one and they seemed endless. The worst part of the course were the long stretches. You could see forever into the distance and the roads seemed endless. We had great spectator support however…well done and hats off to all those who cheered us on.
The headwinds kicked in around mile 13, but the weather was perfect aside from that (no rain, about 40 degrees at the start). As usual, there were many times I wanted to stop, sit on the side of the road and go no further; but, I persevered and kept telling myself this pain is only temporary and the end is near.
The most beautiful site on any marathon course (aside from the finishers chute) is mile marker #25. This is when you know you will make it. After several grueling hours, it is almost over. You can almost taste the victory at this point. This is also when the spectators are out in force; this marathon was no exception. We had the National Guard lining the last mile, kids waving flags, adults yelling ‘almost there’ and the sound of dozens of pounding feet around us. I love mile 25. I love it so much I always dedicate this mile to the most special person; and I did. I was impressed with myself, I remembered every mile I had dedicated to people along the course and thought about each & every person during those miles.
I rounded the corner near the capitol building in Sacramento and I could see the finish line. Oh what a site! I pushed myself as hard as I could so as to finish strong (‘finish strong’ I always tell myself, even if I struggled the entire way, ‘finish strong’). I think I finished a bit too strong as I was having a hard time getting a breath. My breathing was very shallow and I contemplated waving the paramedics over to get some oxygen, but eventually I evened out my breathing. I got my medal, found my entourage and I was done. Another marathon in the bag…
Results:
November 27 Seattle 1/2 Marathon / Callifornia International MarathonThe California International Marathon (CIM) is just 4 days, 15 hours away – I feel very unprepared. So why run it? Well, why not! I will just take myself down to Sacramento, get up in the wee hours of Sunday morning, bus to the start, stand around in the 30-40 degree weather, mentally yell at myself for 26.2 miles and then cross the finish line and think “That is why I ran it”. I am not sure if I have a time goal, I suppose just setting a PR is my goal. Well, I do have goals, but will keep them close for now; then I only have myself to disappoint. For those 2 or 3 folks who read this blog and know my prior race traditions, I have asked my close friends to send me songs that inspire them to add to my marathon playlist and have requested specific miles from a few folks to think about them when running those portions of the race. I am still working on my dedication, so can’t discuss that quite yet. I will dedicate the race to someone, as I always do.
I had a good training run this past Sunday running the Seattle ½ Marathon. It was my first ½ marathon I have run in and I have to say, it was damn good to see the 13 mile marker and know I didn’t have another 13 miles to go. I had a great time running with ‘my boys’ from the running group. Thanks to Matt, Jerry, Bob, Andy & Chul for a great time. A few photos added (the upclose was taken at the start line & the other at the finish).
On a side note, I ran into a guy I knew in college that I had not seen since graduation day 10 years ago. I had always wondered what became of him and it was very shocking to see him at the marathon. I suppose it is a small world.
November 20 California International Marathon - Dec 2I don't know why I do these things, but I found myself signing up for another marathon. I thought I was done for the year (aside from the Seattle 1/2 marathon Nov 25), but alas, it appears I will have one more left on the year. I signed up to run the California International Marathon on December 2nd (one week after the Seattle 1/2). I am not particularly ready for another marathon, but what the heck. My goal is to qualify for Boston someday and I will use this marathon to stay in running shape to hopefully qualify at a marathon in January (Phoenix Rock 'N' Roll maybe). To qualify, I need to shave 15 minutes off of my PR (personal best). While that might sound easy over the course of 26 miles, it is actually quite difficult. I am not a speed running, but rather, excel more at endurance, so for me to pick up speed is not easy.
So, here it to marathon #5 on the year!
I think 'Team Jana' colors for this marathon will be blue. I have my reasons... October 22 The people you meet in StarbucksThe people you meet in Starbucks…
Have you ever wondered about the people around you? You know, the strangers you pass on the street, in the halls, at the store? I often times wonder who they are, what problems they are dealing with, what motivates them and do they ever stop and wonder the same about me. Call it egotistical, but we pass so many people on a daily basis it makes me wonder if we are ever noticed.
This morning, I chatted with a guy in line at my Starbucks (Kirkland Bridle Trails Sbux). I had recognized this person as someone who works in the store and has greeted with me a smile many a mornings. His name is Thomas. I admit, prior to our encounter this morning, he was the friendly barista on the other side of the counter who supplied me with my morning fuel. Today, I realized he works three jobs and appears to be very happy and content with life. Not only does he dole out coffee 4 days a week, but he is also a general contractor and realtor.
He took the time this morning to talk with me. Not the kind of rubbish we normally do when trying to be polite, but we had a conversation. Just reminds me that I should take notice of those around me. Make an effort to recognize them. I have often sat in this very Starbucks and wondered about those around me; the group of mothers who meet regularly, the elderly man who comes in alone with his hand carved wooden vases and the familiar faces I recognize from work.
The people you meet in Starbucks…maybe I will stop, take a moment and try and notice those around me more. October 08 Portland Marathon FinishOverall: Highly recommend this marathon to newbies & advanced runners (perhaps I will see Mikey's Mom at the next one ;)
Despite the odds leading up to this weekend (sick all week), I finished the Portland Marathon! Yes, I do feel proud of that. That makes marathon #3 on the year; #4 overall.
I ran a personal best of 3hrs 53 minutes 52 seconds. I ended up placing 1520 out of 7232 runners (69th in my age division). Having been sick leading up to race day, I was very pleased with this finish. There was a small part of me that hoped I could run a Boston qualifier, but the reality part of me knew this was not the race (nor am I quite fast enough yet). I surprised myself however and ran a better than Boston qualifying time up until mile 17. Then, the 3hr 40min pace runner ran by me. I looked up, waved and said goodbye to that dream.
It is always a mixed emotions day - the day after the marathon. There is a huge part of me that is just relieved to have it over with and to know I finished, but the other side of me misses the training, the anticipation and the spectacle that leads up to the race. I realize now why I am so quick to sign-up for the next marathon.
The weather could not have cooperated more in Portland on race day. I had anticipated rain showers the entire race. However, we had not a drop of rain, the blue sky peaked out and the sun greeted me around mile 19. We did experience some severe head wind a few places along the course, but all-in-all; the weather was perfect. When I see what occured at the Chicago marathon yesterday - we were indeed very lucky.
The course itself was fairly tame. We had a few hills (namely the St James bridge around mile 17), but the majority of the course was flat; which can be almost as brutal (especially on the psyche). Many parts of the course felt very long and runners could see miles ahead; which makes it feel endless.
Race spectators were fantastic. They were out in force. I haven’t seen such spectator participation before. There were kids wanting their hands slapped, bands, cheerleaders, event coordinators cheering us on, and a ton of dogs. They readily cheered my name and/or number and it was great motivation.
The aid stations, for the most part, were great. I could have used a few more in the first half – seemed to be spaced 2 miles apart. The second half aid stations were about every mile. They handed out a replacement drink, energy drink and water at every aid stations. I admit having an energy drink & replacement drink made it confusing as to which to take at which mile. At miles 12 & 18, they handed out honey Gu. In addition to that, gummy bears, bananas and beer were also seen along the course. Yes, I partook in the beer & oddly enough, it gave me the burst of energy I needed during miles 24-finish.
For me, my calves really starting screaming around mile 19 and I had to mentally run the race at that point. I did do a ton of mental running early in the marathon, telling myself mile 17 is my magic mile. Once I hit 17, the last major hill is behind me and it is flat & downhill after that. Once I hit mile 19, the rest is an easy training run. Once I hit mile 24, the rest is an easy jog around my block, etc. I am not sure if I hit a wall this time, nothing like the SeaFair marathon in July. I did struggle in the last 7 miles though.
The greatest feeling, aside from crossing the finish line, is seeing mile marker #25. You know you are almost done. I think I run the 24 previous miles just in anticipation of seeing #25. This race was no different. The minute I saw that sign, I kicked it into high gear and ran faster than I thought my body could take me. Then, there was the finish.
Those who haven't run don't realize the emotion a runner feels when they cross under the finish line. It is so overwhelming. I again choked up when I entered the runners chute and all the spectators were cheering me on. I was in agony, mentally drained and overjoyed.
At the finish, they gave each runner a medal, towel, Portland Marathon pin, rose & a tree to plant. We were quickly greeted with volunteers draping us in space blankets (runners body temperatures can drop very quickly), taking the timing chip off our shoe & congratulation us on our accomplishment. The finish area was well stocked with food & fluids. Although I took only a bite of a bagel and realized I wasn't ready to choke down food yet.
Today I am not feeling that sore aside from my knees. My iliotibian band is acting up again and that is about my only issue.
What marathon is next? I am not sure I am ready to say yet. I have two I am deliberating between. For now, I think I will enjoy this one for a bit. And yes, I am proudly wearing my finishers shirt today :)
My Food Consumption: 1. Day before - Still feeling the effects of the flu, I downed only a few pieces of bread at dinner 2. Morning of - Ate part of a performance bar around 3am & took water throughout the night 3. Fluids During - Water/energy drink at every aid station except the first one & during mile 25 4. Food During - Gu at mile 11 & 18 (I somehow missed the mile 12 gu station)
What could have been better: 1. Mile markers were signs sitting on the ground & easy to miss. I would have liked to see them higher up for easier visibility. 2. Pace callers were not at every mile (except in the 2nd half) and they called out elapsed time vs avg pace & expected finish time 3. More aid stations early on. 4. The baggage check was about ¾ mile walk from the finish line, they should have had it in the post-race area. Walking that far to get the bags only to walk back was not easy. 5. Finish line should have been visible to runners at least 100 yards in advance to build excitement. 6. The bibs seemed larger than normal 7. Expo was small and non-eventful October 06 Portland Marathon [T-1 Day]Portland Marathon is now less than 24 hours away. My running partner and I will head down to Portland shortly and hopefully we are both ready for what lies ahead. The weather appears to be in the low 50s and showers; not the best start for what is sure to be hours of agony.
Health: About 70% (was out sick much of this week)
Mental Preparedness: About 80%
I leave you with my favorite running quotes:
October 03 Portland Marathon [T-3 days]So the Portland Marathon is just 3 days away and I have only one thing to say: I'M SICK! This is the worst possible time to get the flu. If the marathon were today, there is no way I could run it. I will have to take it day by day and make it a race day decision.
That is all I have to say for today. September 24 Portland Marathon [T-12 days]T-12 days, 20hrs
Someone asked me over the weekend what it felt like to cross the finish line at a marathon. It is a feeling that I cannot recreate in any other realm of my life. Oddly enough, it is a fleeting feeling, lasting only a few minutes. Months of training and many agonizing days are culminating into that one moment. It truly is overwhelming. The minute I see the finishing chute I immediately think about the hours that led to that moment. I tend to get quite emotional when I enter the chute – amid the many spectators all cheering you on, you realize that it really is a great feat. And when it is all over? You forget the pain of running 26.2 miles and decide which race is next.
On a side note, I had a great trail run over the weekend. I did a 7-hour trail run/hike/climb beginning at Alpental and ending at the Mailbox trailhead. It was probably the most challenging event to date. Probably not the smartest move to do this 2 weeks prior to the marathon, but I tend to be a bit crazy. Thanks to my running entourage for keeping me safe (and catching me more than once when I slipped over the edge) - Jerry, Matt, Andy, Jon, Kevin & Chul.
September 20 Portland Marathon [T-16 Days]It’s that time again. Another marathon is approaching.
I am nearing my next marathon, T-16 days, and it is time to start blogging about it. I will be running in the Portland Marathon on October 7th (that’s Oregon, not Maine). I cannot say I have been preparing for this one as much as my last one (SeaFair July 2007). I am sure I will be paying for it during the race. I have been averaging only about 30 miles per week, plus two days in the gym. I was able to get in a 27-mile trail run in late August and am planning a 20+ mile trail run this coming Saturday.
Why do I run marathons? That is a question I am not sure I can even answer. I believe it is a combination of habit, wanting to push myself and seeing if I can improve over time. I thrive on the adrenalin of the moments leading up to the race and then run the 26.2 miles to simply see the runners chute at the end. There is no greater feeling than standing among the runners waiting for that gun to go off. At that moment, everything is in harmony and emotions begin to take over. I usually get choked up standing there thinking about the work that led up to that moment, what lies ahead for 26 miles and the euphoria I will feel at the end. Running is such a personal sport for me. Unlike most part of my life where I rely on a team, when I am running a marathon, it is all me. I carry the weight and can choose to succeed or fail. Although, I don’t truly believe anyone can fail at running. Even if you run 20 yards, that is 20 yards more than many.
What do I think about during a marathon? I have been asked this question many times by others. What can I simply think about for 4+ hours while my body feels in agony? I describe it like a dream; I know I thought about various things throughout the race, but I have a hard time recalling exactly what I thought about. I know I do think about my friends and family. I spend a great deal of time in ‘strategy mode’. Whether it is my strategy on when to take my next energy Gu, or how I will approach and navigate the next drink station to identifying people throughout the race that I want to keep on pace with. One thing I make a habit of doing is dedicating miles to people in my life. For that mile, I will think about them. I am pretty good about remembering to think about them when the mile approaches, although I admit I have forgotten a mile or two. Hey, it is hard to keep track out there!
Progress since my last marathon? I had not planned on running another marathon since I ran the SeaFair in July of this year. Heck, I hadn’t planned on running the SeaFair Marathon after I ran Big Sur in April. Somehow, I find myself signing up for my next marathon almost before the pain from the last marathon subsides. I chose the Portland Marathon for its proximity to Seattle, the date in which it was occurring and because it was a course I was not familiar with. Much has occurred in my life since I ran SeaFair and I wonder how that will impact this next race. I feel as though I am not the same person and I wonder if I will run the same type of race. I have had my share of good and bad over the past 3 months and I only hope I have come out stronger and that it will reflect in my finishing time. I will also be running with another runner for the first time in a marathon. I am not sure how long he and I will stay on pace with one another; he is like lightening, but it will be fun to have someone to share in the angst, nerves and excitement in the day and morning leading up to the race and then someone to discuss at length post-race.
Plan between now & Race Day? Running. Tapering. Preparing. I will begin tapering my runs down over the next week and will log my last long run this Saturday (20+ trail run). I have also switched over to my pre-race diet with the goal of dropping a few pounds to save my knees during the race. Nothing big, about 3lbs. I also need to prepare my race day outfit. This is very important. One must look color coordinated when running a marathon. Not so much the shoes, but the shorts, shirt & hat must all coordinate. I typically buy a new Nike hat for each race, but I might recycle an old hat for the Portland. There are not many great colors out that are peaking my interest. I will have to plan on two outfits; one for warmer weather on race morning (high 50s, low 60s) and one for colder weather (40s-50s). I will carpool down with my racing partner the day before the race. We will do the normal race activities: pick up race packet, interact with other runners and then have an early meal.
T-16 days… September 10 Remembering September 11It is not a day I will ever forget. It seemingly is cemented into my consciousness forever. I remember my every move that day; as do so many. There are times I sit back, still in shock, that something so horrendous, so unimaginable, happened here in the US. We live in a naïve world.
I still get chocked up when I think about what happened. I was in my bathroom getting ready for the day when I heard the radio DJ state a plane had hit the World Trade Center in NYC. At the time, it was thought to be a small twin engine plane. I still recall shouting out to my fiancé that a plane had hit the towers. I continued to listen and when I heard the infliction in their voices change, I knew it was far greater. I went and sat on my coffee table, glued to the Today Show. I watched alongside Matt Lauer as the first tower fell. Is it humanly possible to take down a building of such magnitude with an airplane? I could not believe what I was seeing. I immediately thought about everyone inside the building and the horror they must be enduring. To think a human life must endure that brought me to tears.
Numbed, I finished getting ready and began my drive into work. I was sitting at the light on Willows & 124th when the second tower fell; so did my mouth. You could see the faces in the other cars and realize everyone was hearing the news as well. What was happening to our country? The words “we are under attack” could not register. Under attack? What is that? What does that mean?
We walked around like zombies at work, discussing nothing else than what was occurring on the East coast, wondering if there were more to come. It was a dark day. A day that would impact this country and this world for decades and most likely centuries to come.
How did it impact my life? Well, nothing compared to those who were directly impacted by the terror of that day. I recall 2 days later, waking in the middle of the night thinking I heard a plane overhead (all planes were still grounded at this time). I woke my fiancé terrified at what I heard and what it meant. I was convinced we were under attack again. It was my imagination, but I realized I was paralyzed to some degree by what had happened 2 days earlier. When planes were able to fly once again, I remember feeling fright each time I saw one overhead. I would watch them intently to see if they seemed in peril or veering off course; as if there would be something I could do to prevent something evil from happening again. Due to the no-fly rule, my family was unable to bring my Aunts remains home in time for the memorial and had to lay her to rest in spirit only.
I have had the privilege of visiting NYC a few time since September 11th and it felt like an honor each time. The spirit and humanity was alive and fierce in its residence. To imagine what they went through first-hand would be an injustice. To remember those who lost their lives in NYC, DC and Pennsylvania is my duty, not as an American, but as a human being.
I won’t get into the political and wartime effects September 11th has had on this world, this post is about those innocent lives taken by sheer selfishness of another. I realize there are many, many more around the world, innocent people, who have been wrongly affected by that day. I remember them too as best I can.
From that day I learned we all need to take risks. Don’t let fear hold you back. If you want something, go after it. If you are given something, be grateful. And if you love someone, say it, or you might regret letting the opportunity pass you by.
To the 2900+ people who lost their lives on September 11, 2001, I am truly sorry and hope peace and rest for each and every soul.
“Remember them not as the sacrifice, but as your neighbor, your brother, your mother, your daughter, your lover. Remember them for their acts of heroism. Remember them as they were, not what they became. I remember, will you?” Author unknown August 22 Why it was purpleFor a my dear friend Jon Johnson in memory of his mother Mary Louise
Warning When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along the public railings And make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick flowers in other people's gardens And learn to spit. You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go Or only bread and pickle for a week And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes. But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street And set a good example for the children. We must have friends to dinner and read the papers. But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple. Author - Jenny Joseph August 14 On behalf of a nation...I attended my first military funeral today. I have to admit, I am not really pro-war or anti-war. I try and not spend a lot of time thinking about it, so I don't have to choose a side. I guess this makes me a bit of a coward. Until you enter a military cemetery and see the hundreds upon hundreds of still & silent headstones lined up in perfect precision, one doesn't really feel the impact of what these men & women have given so I can sit here and be free. It is very serene and overwhelming to witness the lives lost.
The service was simple, structured and honorable. The smallest things made the biggest impact on me today. When I exited my car and walked to the front-car in the procession; where my Grandma was seated, an Army soldier approached me, hands clasped, head slightly bowed and asked me very quietly and with dignity - "Who will be receiving the flag today?". I motioned toward my grandmother and with the same gentleness, he opened her door and proceeded to escort her to the front.
What poise, rigor and calm those who proceeded over today's ceremony carried. From the 4 officers who unfolded & then folded the flag, to the 4-man gun salute to the officiator - they do this day in and day out, but treat each service with the utmost respect. It is not a job to them, it is part of defending and honoring this country.
While I sit at my desk trying to help define the next great product, they are dealing with those who grieve, in the most raw of times, and approaching it with more care, professionalism and humanity than I will ever give.
I read the eulogy; choking back tears and fighting to find my voice. It is hard to say goodbye to someone I loved and to find the words to summarize the impact they have had on me and everyone around them is an impossible feat...so I did the best I could.
An Eskimo saying: Say not in grief: "He is no more", but live in thankfulness that he was. August 12 Epic 2007 - Mt Rainier 27 Mile Trail Run[all photos on Flickr]
Yesterday was the 2007 Epic (annual mini-eco challenge). This year, it was held on Mt Rainier and involved a 27 mile trail run from Sunrise to Ipsut Creek in one day.
A few of us carpooled up to Rainier Friday night, stopping in Enumclaw to enjoy dinner at the Mint Ale House. We arrived at Sunrise around 9:30pm, stopping briefly to look through some guys huge telescope at what looked like a smudge on the lens, but was apparently some apple core thingy.
The night sky was breathtaking. One of the most beautiful sights my eyes have seen. The sky was blanketed with stars and the milky way. Simply amazing.
I slept in the car, while the others slept outside. Despite the warmer of the two options (outside temp high 30s) I slept very little. We all got up around 5:00am, downed a little breakfast and met the rest of the Epic members for a 6:00am departure.
There were 11 of us in the group and we had a lot of fun. We stayed as a group through the first 6 miles, then broke into two groups of fast and fastest. The terrain was very well maintained and consisted mostly of dirt and/or gravel trails. The scenery was beautiful; sights most of us will never have the pleasure of seeing, but we all should.
Around mile 9, I decided to head out with the fastest group. BIG MISTAKE. I mistakengly chose the most grueling part of the trail run to run with the fastest group. This part of the course consisted primarily of very steep switchbacks that covered a couple thousand miles of vertical gain. It was tough and the 3 others in this group really pushed me. I stayed with them for the most part and secretly enjoyed being pushed to the limit.
At mile 13, I rejoined the fast team. Just after this mile, my heart about stopped when Kevin said "What are those 3 black dots?". For those that know me, one of my biggest fears are BEARS. Ahead of us, we saw 2 cubs and the mamma bear (black bears). We all stood frozen contemplating our next move. The concerning part was that the 2 cubs ran toward our trail out of site. We were not sure how the mother bear would react.
We decided to forge ahead, making a lot of noise. Jerry, you promised, NO BEARS!
Our group had a great time, chatting and socializing as we ran the second half of the course. We stopped at the Carbon River to enjoy a bit of a foot soak...BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
We finished strong, running the last 4 miles at a good pace. 27 miles...Completed! I was the lucky recipient of the last swig of Black Velvet due to a bet I won. I don't know guys, last swig of Black Velvet doesn't sound much like a prize to me.
I have to say, this is by far, one of the greatest groups of people I have had the pleasure of spending time with. They are all genuine, hillarious, human and very supportive. I felt lucky to be in their company.
Thank you to each and every one of you! Fine company indeed. See you next year at the Grand Canyon for the 2008 Epic!
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August 06 39 LettersHow do you summarize the life of a great man in 39 letters or less? My Uncle and I are working on the sentiment that will be placed on my grandfathers burial plaque. I sit here in wonderment and sorrow trying to think of how to convey his life, his presence and his accomplishments in 39 letters or less. The fact that he will forever be laid to rest behind these words is very impactful. He was so loved in his life and he loved so much in return. I only hope that we can choose 39 letters that are as big and as great as he was. July 22 Golf Outing...Today I did something I have been saying I would do for years; play golf! It is a sport that has fascinated me. I think the individualistic part of golf is what intrigues me the most. I am quite competitive with others, but particularly against myself and golf is a solo game.
I wasn’t sure what to expect today. Could I make contact with the ball? Would it go in the near direction of the flag? Would I want to throw the clubs after the first few holes in frustration? Would I completely suck? I found none of those to be true; well, except the last one (and a few shots that went in the opposite direction of the flag)
 . I had a great teacher, which helps. It is not a game I thought I could walk on and teach myself, so that was key to the success of today.I was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed the game. It lived up to the idea of golf I had carried with me for years. I loved it. ‘Nuff said.
The best part…I had fun. I think half of that was the company I kept and the other half was the game. I cannot wait to get out there again and suck some more!  July 11 Am I nuts?It is is 72 hours post-marathon, 94 degrees out, and what am I about to do? Go for a run! I think I am nuts. I hope I don't pass out from heat stroke :| Back in a bit...
Oh, on a side note, I just registered for the Portland Marathon on October 7, 2007. I guess the voices in my head during last weekends marathon telling me 'NEVER DO THIS AGAIN' weren't too convincing. I think I will be able to convince a few folks to come down & run it with me; that should be fun. July 08 SeaFair Marathon 2007 FINISHED!Marathon #3 is now in the books. Today I completed my 3rd (2nd on the year) marathon; running the SeaFair Marathon. I have to admit that this marathon was, by far, the most mentally and physically demanding marathon I have run. I fought with my mind the entire race; squashing visions of stopping and laying on the side of the road. There were three things that contributed to this being an overly grueling event for me:
The spectators were wonderful along the course. I was truly humbled around mile 7 when a woman called out to me "You are an inspiration". I actually chocked back some emotions at that moment. I don't think the spectators realize how impactful they are to the runners. They are my mental coaches.
Runners talk about 'hitting the wall' at some point. This traditionally occurs around mile 17 or later. I think I hit the wall around mile 7. I fought the entire race and simply would not quit. I remember telling myself "There is no way you are stopping. Focus.". I think my determination got me through this race.
I had a great group of supporters stationed throughout the course. There were a few faces missing that I thought I might see, but perhaps next time. For those I had booked miles to dedicate to you and think of you; you better believe I thought about each and every one of you during those miles (miles 7, 11 & 19).
I still don't know my final time as I was too busy posing for the Team Jana fans as I crossed. I think I finished exactly at 4 hours (30 minutes faster than my goal time).
To all those who cheered me on; whether in-person or in-spirit...THANK YOU
-Jana
"I run so I can know what it is like to push myself to the limits and still come out on top. I run because I am a runner."
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). Even got to ride with Jack Sikma, member of the 1979 Sonics championship team (only true Seattlites would remember him).
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