Shamrock Half Marathon RR

My 2009 race season started this past weekend at the Shamrock Half Marathon in Virginia Beach, VA. In my last blog I was concerned about how I would perform on race day. And much like last year, my knee was tender leading up to the race. When I tried to push the pace over 7:00/mile in long training runs it would act up. The day before the race I was still debating what my target tempo should be.

Race morning I figured I would give it hell and try maintaining 6:30/mile for a few miles and see how I felt. If things were okay I would then try to negative split the race and finish under 1:25:00. This would be a nice PR from last year's 1:31:33.

Unlike last year the weather was decent with a light breeze and in the high 30s at the sound of the gun. I went with my warm gear, which has no pockets. For some reason I believed there was a power gel station at Mile 8 so I went without nutrition.

At the start line I saw Joel Bell from Coastal Racing. After discussing pacing I figured I would hang with him until the mid-point and then he would probably take off. For the first mile we ran with a few guys and came in at 6:07 with relative ease. I was a bit confused with my speed so I decided to play it safe and slow down. I took the next slightly uphill four miles at 6:18, 6:19, 6:24, 6:30. With five miles down I was feeling tired but with minimal knee pain. Since I was well above my pre-race pace I backed off again for fear of aggravating the knee. The next five miles were 6:40, 6:38, 6:45, 6:45, 6:45. When I passed the Mile 8 water station I searched for gel without success. I had been craving the extra energy the entire mile before only to be letdown. After Mile 11 I began to feel the effects of no nutrition. My pace for the remaining three and some miles slowed to 6:45, 7:00, 7:08, 0:50. This adds up to 1:26:54 (6:38 pace).

While I am happy to set a new PR I am disappointed I made such a stupid mistake with the gel. Apparently I missed the gel stop at Mile 10. That might have helped me cover the last few miles a bit faster. As far as pacing goes, I ran a really stupid race. I got excited with my first mile and changed my race plan on the fly. I should have stuck with the plan.

Running Less. Biking More.

The Shamrock Half Marathon is roughly three weeks away and I'm starting to worry about the training I've done this off-season. I've experienced knee tendinitis, a painful IT Band, and falling down a flight of stairs. But besides the lingering effects of the injuries I guess I'm more worried about not running enough to achieve my goal of breaking last year's time. If all goes well before the race I'll have ran approximately 290 miles from November to March. In comparison, this is only slightly less than 2008's log of 318 miles. The reduction in mileage is due to running three days a week verses five. But there is more to consider...

Biking has been my weakest discipline over the past two years so I decided to dedicate myself to spinning at least three times a week and reducing my running frequency. With my history of injuries due to cycling too much and maintaining an aggressive running schedule I decided to keep my off-season workouts mildly easy at best. I followed a strict rule of increasing volume by no more than 10% in all disciplines. I also moved to a two-week "growth", one-week "recovery" routine. With this I still experienced the VMO and hamstring pain of seasons past but it was manageable.

I've now hit the peak phase of my running plan for Shamrock and I'm disappointed with the intensity I've displayed doing Yasso 800s. This is likely due to my complete lack of tempo and hill work. Last year I put one or two of those workouts in each week. This year I substituted it with spinning.

Hopefully by the end of my taper my legs will rebound from all the abuse and I'll be pleasantly surprised with my race results. One could argue I sacrificed my running for cycling but I haven't seen appreciable results in either to say I've gained anything in my off-season training. I can say I haven't lost anything though.

Steep Stairs

Seven months ago I moved to Arlington, VA for a new job. I lucked out and found a three-story home. My first impression about the home was, "Damn that's tall!" And what else goes with a big home? Plenty of stairs. Somewhere around thirty of them. Last Saturday after a run I became intimate with eight or so of those stairs.

It had been a long day of training and I was exhausted, laying in bed, relaxing on the third flood. The doorbell rang so I gingerly got up (I was quite sore) and began my descension to the second floor. I carried with me in my left hand; a snack. In my right; a glass of water. A few steps into things I lost traction in my socks and fell backwards solely on my right butt cheek. I then slid down the stairs on my lower back, racking each vertebrae on eight or so stairs. Before I could figure out what was happening I was in a crumpled mess against the decorative railing at the landing. My water glass was still in hand but completely empty. My snack managed to make the turn in the stairs and land several feet away.

Needless to say I was and still am in pain. My lower back suffered a few scratches and deep bruising. It has recently turned a nice shade of green. My right heel is also bruised from where I can only guess I was trying to stop myself. And lastly, my butt is bruised to the bone on the right side. All of this makes sitting straight up and driving a painful task. And who could forget my triathlon training has been turned in with minimal effort. But I'm blaming that on the ice storm we had.

Vermont Vacation

There hasn't been much to report except I took some time off to hit the slopes of Vermont for New Years. I thought I might find a place to run but who cares... it was too cold.

Winter Training

I've finally gotten back to a regular training schedule these past few weeks. I still have a persistent stuffy nose at night but who knows. I'm blaming it on the cold weather. Sure it could be related to the illness that destroyed the whole month of November but why stop? I'm seeing my times slowly come down to where I was in October. Good enough for me.

The holidays are almost here and I'm considering taking a two week hiatus from training because I'm annoyed with running in the dark, spinning on my trainer, and swimming endless laps in the pool. I've come to the conclusion that the off-season blows. I'm taking part of the NCC with my triathlon club and every time I login to update my mileage I cringe when I see the Triathlon Club of San Diego kicking our collective asses. Let's forget the fact they have 62 members to our 12. But they are in San Diego! I'm completely jealous. I ran four miles tonight in 23 degree weather with 9 mph winds while they're at a balmy 56 degrees. I need to move.

Sickness

I'm sick of being sick. For the past two weeks my training has been spotty at best.

It all began with a flu that started the day before Halloween. For the second time since becoming a triathlete I can remember the exact moment I knew something was wrong. And both times were immediately following a tough tempo run. What starts as body aches turns into severe fatigue and a continual search for warmth. I was wrapped in blankets for four days this go around. I also developed a touch of broncitus.

By the tenth day I was feeling up to an easy run. I set out for five miles on this new course I had developed, which incorperates a new lengthy hill I've eyed for some time. Halfway up the hill I thought I was going to cough up a lung. At the very least I figured this was a good way to get rid of the leftover phlem. When I got home I knew something was wrong, again.

The next morning I woke up with new symptoms... sinus headache, stuffy nose, sore throat. I had developed a cold overnight. It seems I've beaten my immune system pretty bad lately. I haven't fought off the broncitus yet and I can't shake this cold, now six days old.

I just want to train!

Charlottesville Course

My short race season is over and its time to think about the off-season. But before I commit to another training plan I'm going to take some time to relax and enjoy workouts at my own pace.

With the weather rapidly cooling down and the days getting shorter I was lucky to get a beautiful day of riding in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains along the Charlottesville International course. I would have preferred to ride the Crabtree Falls route I frequent but my legs haven't been up to the task since the crash. I've realized showing restraint and moderation in my workouts is a good thing. So with that in mind I kept to the shorter 23.5 mile bike course I hope to ride next July.

The goal of the day was to push the pace and get a feel for the hills. I figured there would be a few steep sections and wasn't disappointed. I also wanted to get a good effort in the books to see where I stacked with this year's finishers.

23.5 Mile Bike - 1:14:38 (18.8mph)
This was a difficult course. The start of the ride is an eight-percent, half-mile climb just out of the parking lot. Once you get settled in you have two more decent climbs before you hit four miles. By the fourteenth mile I was kicked. Clearly I lacked the stamina I had built up back in May. I took it easy on the back stretch and powered home on the last climb. Here's how my Garmin recorded the ride:

I must confess I had to stop along the course twice to take photos to share with everyone. It was a picturesque ride on a warm October afternoon. I was also amazed with the clear, flat water of the lake. I regretted not packing my wetsuit.