Jaclyn writes:
I don't normally post so quickly, but Aspen is asleep and I have a little free time. We love this race. The course is mostly flat and out-and-back. It's probably our favorite because it's typically a PR and it's pretty cheap ($35). It isn't the most magnificent course we run, but we really love running it. There is a warm gym at the finish with donuts, fruit and drink to refill and you get a nice warm sweatshirt for entering (with a finishers metal this year).
The weather tends to be relatively forgiving in Pueblo for the race. This year, however, it was cold, a little snowy and really windy. We are both happy to have left Aspen at home for this one. We are also happy that we have really good winter running gear.
I finished somewhere around 1:40:30 and in the top ten of females. Without the results posted, I can't really confirm either of these things. Overall, I'm pretty happy. I had the goal to place in my age group (I placed 2nd) and finish in the top ten (not positive...but if I didn't, I was close...so that's good enough). I have never run in the front of an out-and-back style race. I didn't realize how frustrating it can be when slower runners are chatting shoulder-to-shoulder three across taking up the entire trail. Nonetheless, I found myself playing chicken a couple of times.
During the race, I decided not to run a marathon this year. Previously, I had wanted to run a marathon and olympic distance triathlon. I'll stick with the tri, but I just don't want to run 26.2 and all of the distances between that and 13.1. Instead, I've decided to work at improving my half marathon, continue half marathons and maybe find a women's only event.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Fall Series IV (7ish miles)
We loved checking out the course map before this race. Though I thought I understood the course, I was only right about it being in Palmer Park. Additionally, the map reported the mileage at approximately 6.5 to 7.4 miles. Luckily, I am familiar enough with the park to have known when the end was near.
Fall series courses always change, and comparing this to previous years, I thought it was easier. The race runs through some of the toughest trail within Palmer Park, but I felt that some key hills were left out. Other people, Duane included, felt the run was tough. I thought it was pretty easy. Which indicates that I either didn't run hard enough or I couldn't feel my legs after descending 2,000 feet of road over 13.1 miles the previous day.
I ran this race better than all of the fall series events. I finally understood which runners were better pacers and went out with them. Having lost a little bit of time to another competitor in the Ute Valley race, I was mostly concerned with keeping her off my shoulder. She, however, didn't really compete in this race, running a much slower time than usual.
I was able to finish as 4th place overall female and 1st place in my age group. Duane finished 1st in his age group and 11th overall. His focus was to maintain the 1st in age group position, which let his guard down to the 11th place series runner. Needless to say, he lost 10th overall by a few seconds in this last race. We look forward to competing as a team in the 2012 Winter Series, but we are preparing for our next event, the Rock Canyon Half Marathon.
Fall series courses always change, and comparing this to previous years, I thought it was easier. The race runs through some of the toughest trail within Palmer Park, but I felt that some key hills were left out. Other people, Duane included, felt the run was tough. I thought it was pretty easy. Which indicates that I either didn't run hard enough or I couldn't feel my legs after descending 2,000 feet of road over 13.1 miles the previous day.
I ran this race better than all of the fall series events. I finally understood which runners were better pacers and went out with them. Having lost a little bit of time to another competitor in the Ute Valley race, I was mostly concerned with keeping her off my shoulder. She, however, didn't really compete in this race, running a much slower time than usual.
I was able to finish as 4th place overall female and 1st place in my age group. Duane finished 1st in his age group and 11th overall. His focus was to maintain the 1st in age group position, which let his guard down to the 11th place series runner. Needless to say, he lost 10th overall by a few seconds in this last race. We look forward to competing as a team in the 2012 Winter Series, but we are preparing for our next event, the Rock Canyon Half Marathon.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Rim Rock Marathon Relay (26.2 mi...13.1 each)
Jaclyn writes:
The Rim Rock Marathon was an amazing experience, and probably one of my favorite races this year. Having driven through Grand Junction and Fruita to raft Ruby Horse Thief or Westwater Canyon in the past, I hadn't thought much about the Colorado National Monument, until this race. We anticipated doing well as a relay team and were hoping for first place. Compared to the top marathon runners, we anticipated being in the top ten or twenty. Up until this race, we had a solid training base and were ready to give a strong competition.
The race runs along the road, starting in Grand Junction and ending in Fruita, through the monument. I honestly can't tell much about the first 13 miles, though another runner told me that Duane would be looking at cedars and dirt the entire time. His leg involved about 2,000 feet of climbing. He maintained the top 3 position, when around mile 10, he took 1st place. I was warming up at the aid station, anticipating that he would finish around 1:50. I was able to see the 1st place position for 1/4 mile at 1:30. He kind've ran like Duane and seemed to be wearing the same clothing. At 150 yards, I was dumbfounded to see that it was Duane. My shock clouded my memory, and for a moment he needed to remind me to remove the timing chip and start running. In disbelief, I followed the lead vehicle, while dreaming about crossing the finish line in first place. After a short time, the excitement began wearing off. Knowing that much faster runners were behind me, I began feeling like prey running from a fierce predator. I lost first place at mile 4, but it was fun while it lasted.
While I analyzed our competition and worried about other runners taking my spot, I'd take short breaks to remind myself of how beautiful the Monument is and not to look down. The amount of dimension within the Colorado National Monument is amazing. From a distance, it just looks like another mesa. Up close, it has amazing canyons, monoliths and cliffs. This race boasted the most amazing views, making it one of my favorites. The Rim Rock showed the beauty we had hoped to see in the Canyonlands Half Marathon. Rim Rock had so much more to offer.
I have never had so many "fans" in my life. Many spectators and bicyclists cheered me on to the finish. I didn't see any other runners for the remainder of the race, and I crossed the finish line in third place. Finishing as the psuedo first female was a little awkward, though, in my mind, we were the first team. Crossing the finish line at 2:59:45, I was disappointed to find that the first place runner was on a male team. Duane and I finished as the second team overall and first in the coed division. Better luck next time, and I know there will be a next time.
Duane writes:
I have never won a race. And I still haven't. But I was the first runner to come into the 13 mile transition of the Rim Rock Marathon and that was the first time I have ever been the front runner in such a competitive race. It was one of the coolest highlights of my racing history, one that I'm not likely to repeat, and the excitement of handing over the first position to Jaclyn was priceless.
At the beginning, before the race even, I was the only one totally underdressed--which is to say, I was the only one not dressed for a winter run in, say Waldo Canyon--in just shorts and a short sleeve technical. I've long since given up carrying water or even guu on these runs because they're so well supported that anything I need would be available. Still, the Colorado Monument is famous for having a different climate zone than Fruita and I didn't know that. Luckily, my half was under mostly clear skies, a light, cold breeze, and up one of the most gorgeous stretches of road I have ever had the fortune to run. I was counting on the breeze dying when we entered the shelter of the monolithic walls of the Monument and the furnace being stoked by 2000 feet elevation gain. I was fine.
Debating how to go out on the race had as much to do with the race Jaclyn and I I were going to be in the next day--the fourth leg of the Fall Series, in which I was defending my age group place from a runner who could easily catch the two and a half minute series lead I had-- and the fact that this race, a relay, was the culmination of a year long commitment that Jaclyn and I had made to run a half marathon a month. Finishing this race strong was our goal. So I went out solid. I wasn't up front, but I was far forward. As I passed each runner, I announced myself as a relay runner so that I wasn't egging on some unsuspecting marathoner. When the real climbing began about mile 2, I was in 6th place. By mile 7 I was in 4th. By mile 9 I was in 3rd. Most of the nine miles had been climb. Maybe 1 mile of coasting flats with a little down had been woven in. The 2nd and 1st place runners were within a long view and I decided that the Fall Series would end the way it ended; I was going for broke. The end of mile 9 was a climb and I took 2nd. I again said that I was a relayer and the response was muddled. It turns out he was a relayer too, but not an experienced distance runner. He said later at transition how much he appreciated what I said, but that at the moment he was totally confused by what I was saying, and had wondered why I was talking to him. When I took the first place position at the mile 11 water station, I was following the pace car for the first time in my life.
I spent the next 2 miles in the front and the conversation in my head was a mess. Another climb had me at my physical limit and the fear of the runner behind me kept me on edge. Turns out, the man I just passed would win the marathon, but when I came into transition, almost 90 seconds ahead of him, I was a hero. Jaclyn was waiting, but she was in so much shock that I had to remind her about getting the time chip off my leg. She took off so fast that I don't think she had ever started a race as fast. The excitement was contagious. That second place guy I passed at mile 10 transitioned with his partner who was almost 3 minutes behind. He said his partner was an experienced runner and a strong runner, but I told him and the crowd of other relayerers waiting for their teammate, that so was my wife. I told them she could win the whole thing. She didn't. Our team finished third in the overall, but for more than a couple of hours, I know that a whole bunch of people, inspired by my finish and the unknown x-factor that was Jaclyn, were cheering us on.
What a great day and we have learned that we make a great running team. We're running as a team at least once a year now, or so we've said to each other. I can't wait for the next transition.
The Rim Rock Marathon was an amazing experience, and probably one of my favorite races this year. Having driven through Grand Junction and Fruita to raft Ruby Horse Thief or Westwater Canyon in the past, I hadn't thought much about the Colorado National Monument, until this race. We anticipated doing well as a relay team and were hoping for first place. Compared to the top marathon runners, we anticipated being in the top ten or twenty. Up until this race, we had a solid training base and were ready to give a strong competition.
The race runs along the road, starting in Grand Junction and ending in Fruita, through the monument. I honestly can't tell much about the first 13 miles, though another runner told me that Duane would be looking at cedars and dirt the entire time. His leg involved about 2,000 feet of climbing. He maintained the top 3 position, when around mile 10, he took 1st place. I was warming up at the aid station, anticipating that he would finish around 1:50. I was able to see the 1st place position for 1/4 mile at 1:30. He kind've ran like Duane and seemed to be wearing the same clothing. At 150 yards, I was dumbfounded to see that it was Duane. My shock clouded my memory, and for a moment he needed to remind me to remove the timing chip and start running. In disbelief, I followed the lead vehicle, while dreaming about crossing the finish line in first place. After a short time, the excitement began wearing off. Knowing that much faster runners were behind me, I began feeling like prey running from a fierce predator. I lost first place at mile 4, but it was fun while it lasted.
While I analyzed our competition and worried about other runners taking my spot, I'd take short breaks to remind myself of how beautiful the Monument is and not to look down. The amount of dimension within the Colorado National Monument is amazing. From a distance, it just looks like another mesa. Up close, it has amazing canyons, monoliths and cliffs. This race boasted the most amazing views, making it one of my favorites. The Rim Rock showed the beauty we had hoped to see in the Canyonlands Half Marathon. Rim Rock had so much more to offer.
I have never had so many "fans" in my life. Many spectators and bicyclists cheered me on to the finish. I didn't see any other runners for the remainder of the race, and I crossed the finish line in third place. Finishing as the psuedo first female was a little awkward, though, in my mind, we were the first team. Crossing the finish line at 2:59:45, I was disappointed to find that the first place runner was on a male team. Duane and I finished as the second team overall and first in the coed division. Better luck next time, and I know there will be a next time.
Duane writes:
I have never won a race. And I still haven't. But I was the first runner to come into the 13 mile transition of the Rim Rock Marathon and that was the first time I have ever been the front runner in such a competitive race. It was one of the coolest highlights of my racing history, one that I'm not likely to repeat, and the excitement of handing over the first position to Jaclyn was priceless.
At the beginning, before the race even, I was the only one totally underdressed--which is to say, I was the only one not dressed for a winter run in, say Waldo Canyon--in just shorts and a short sleeve technical. I've long since given up carrying water or even guu on these runs because they're so well supported that anything I need would be available. Still, the Colorado Monument is famous for having a different climate zone than Fruita and I didn't know that. Luckily, my half was under mostly clear skies, a light, cold breeze, and up one of the most gorgeous stretches of road I have ever had the fortune to run. I was counting on the breeze dying when we entered the shelter of the monolithic walls of the Monument and the furnace being stoked by 2000 feet elevation gain. I was fine.
Debating how to go out on the race had as much to do with the race Jaclyn and I I were going to be in the next day--the fourth leg of the Fall Series, in which I was defending my age group place from a runner who could easily catch the two and a half minute series lead I had-- and the fact that this race, a relay, was the culmination of a year long commitment that Jaclyn and I had made to run a half marathon a month. Finishing this race strong was our goal. So I went out solid. I wasn't up front, but I was far forward. As I passed each runner, I announced myself as a relay runner so that I wasn't egging on some unsuspecting marathoner. When the real climbing began about mile 2, I was in 6th place. By mile 7 I was in 4th. By mile 9 I was in 3rd. Most of the nine miles had been climb. Maybe 1 mile of coasting flats with a little down had been woven in. The 2nd and 1st place runners were within a long view and I decided that the Fall Series would end the way it ended; I was going for broke. The end of mile 9 was a climb and I took 2nd. I again said that I was a relayer and the response was muddled. It turns out he was a relayer too, but not an experienced distance runner. He said later at transition how much he appreciated what I said, but that at the moment he was totally confused by what I was saying, and had wondered why I was talking to him. When I took the first place position at the mile 11 water station, I was following the pace car for the first time in my life.
I spent the next 2 miles in the front and the conversation in my head was a mess. Another climb had me at my physical limit and the fear of the runner behind me kept me on edge. Turns out, the man I just passed would win the marathon, but when I came into transition, almost 90 seconds ahead of him, I was a hero. Jaclyn was waiting, but she was in so much shock that I had to remind her about getting the time chip off my leg. She took off so fast that I don't think she had ever started a race as fast. The excitement was contagious. That second place guy I passed at mile 10 transitioned with his partner who was almost 3 minutes behind. He said his partner was an experienced runner and a strong runner, but I told him and the crowd of other relayerers waiting for their teammate, that so was my wife. I told them she could win the whole thing. She didn't. Our team finished third in the overall, but for more than a couple of hours, I know that a whole bunch of people, inspired by my finish and the unknown x-factor that was Jaclyn, were cheering us on.
What a great day and we have learned that we make a great running team. We're running as a team at least once a year now, or so we've said to each other. I can't wait for the next transition.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Canya Canyon 6K
This race is one of the toughest trail runs around. Though it is short, the 6k is a continuous uphill climb into Cheyenne Canyon. The race is run along the Columbine Trail, which is remarkably beautiful. The canyon always reminds me of the ecosystem diversity within the Springs. This area really gives you the feeling that you have drifted away from the city, though you really tread a few miles west of town.
On the morning of the race, I recognized a few fast, local women. However, I didn't try to maintain any of their paces and just accepted that I was racing for myself. I did find a male that typically runs close to my pace, but after a couple hundred yards, I realized that I felt good about running faster. After all, the lower portion of the trail defines your finish. As you begin the mid-Columbine trail, you are climbing a series of intense switchbacks and your chances for passing runners becomes slim. I felt excellent throughout the entire race.
At 4k into the run, I recognized the faster women ahead and realized that I must be the third female. I finished about forty seconds behind the other two women (41:21). This was my first local top three finish. Duane was shocked to see me so soon. We enjoyed a cool down run through the canyon, and finished the event with some Bristol beer and La'us tacos donated to the event. This is definitely a great run to raise money for the canyon. Duane and I also think it boasts the best after party around.
On the morning of the race, I recognized a few fast, local women. However, I didn't try to maintain any of their paces and just accepted that I was racing for myself. I did find a male that typically runs close to my pace, but after a couple hundred yards, I realized that I felt good about running faster. After all, the lower portion of the trail defines your finish. As you begin the mid-Columbine trail, you are climbing a series of intense switchbacks and your chances for passing runners becomes slim. I felt excellent throughout the entire race.
At 4k into the run, I recognized the faster women ahead and realized that I must be the third female. I finished about forty seconds behind the other two women (41:21). This was my first local top three finish. Duane was shocked to see me so soon. We enjoyed a cool down run through the canyon, and finished the event with some Bristol beer and La'us tacos donated to the event. This is definitely a great run to raise money for the canyon. Duane and I also think it boasts the best after party around.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Fall Series III (5.9ish miles)
I guess I stalled to write on the Ute Valley Park run, because it felt pretty anticlimactic. I did pretty well, but felt defeated early on, influencing my drive to push harder. I tried to keep with the 12 year old, and that clearly wasn't going to happen. This resulted in my pace being too fast at the start. Next thing I knew, I was trying to keep up with some amazingly fast local women, who passed me as a pack. While I fought to keep some place and maintain my footing, I regrettably elbowed someone. I still feel embarrassed about this. I wasn't trying to be overly aggressive. I was really trying to keep myself from falling over.
This interaction marked my first six or seven minutes into the race. As they passed, some guy started coaching me to run harder. Though a nice gesture, I figured I was better off letting him pass, too. The first mile set precedent for the remainder of my race. I was pretty down on myself for running out of my league and for elbowing another runner. All of this negative thought and distraction finally drew me towards one realization, I hadn't even seen any of my age group competitors. Surely, I had missed them and they were far ahead, but the idea that they may be behind helped to pick up my pace.
In the end, I finished first in my age group. This wasn't because of my hard work, but was because the other girls didn't show up. I lost a place, overall, by 5 seconds. I blame that on all the negative thought and my "giving up" mid-race.
I've never really raced, before now. I've always competed to finish with my personal best. Learning where to place myself and how to pace at the start has been a constant challenge. Staying motivated is also difficult. However, I think I have my race strategy for Fall Series IV, provided that I'm not too torn up from the Rim Rock Marathon Relay and travel the days before.
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| Warmup Run |
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| It's a bird, it's a plane...it's Gerald Romero! |
I've never really raced, before now. I've always competed to finish with my personal best. Learning where to place myself and how to pace at the start has been a constant challenge. Staying motivated is also difficult. However, I think I have my race strategy for Fall Series IV, provided that I'm not too torn up from the Rim Rock Marathon Relay and travel the days before.
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| Aspen spent the afternoon at home...walking to the neighbors to see the chickens. |
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| Aspen giving you an aspen leaf! |
Monday, October 17, 2011
Fall Series II (4.5 mi): Bear Creek Park
I imagine that I feel somewhat like the Detroit Tigers right now...a little deflated. I've been humbly defeated by a twelve year old girl, whom I look forward to following, in the coming years, during the cross country season. Comparing this race to Fall Series I, I was not competing as strong.
The race begins at the soccer fields in Bear Creek Park. You run entirely around the field at the start of the race. This year, to get to the trail, we had to run through a field of weeds and cacti. On our warmup, Duane regretted his trail flats. Apparently, cacti and flats are not a great combo. After this debacle, you hit a wide section of trail to climb, climb, and climb. It was about mile one when one of the Baxter twins passed me. I instantly knew that I had gone out too hard. Soon after, the female ahead of me in the series passed, and I knew I was hosed. I didn't even have the juice to put up a fight. I have a lot of excuses for my lack of performance, but it all boils down to life getting in the way. But, that's just part of amateur running.
The course continues to climb, then winds down toward some creek crossings, only to have some stair and hill climbs around mile 2.5-3. After about 3 miles, the race becomes a downhill fight, one that I could've pushed a little harder. I've always been a strong downhill runner, but didn't show it today. Following the water station, there are a couple of short uphill climbs. The race finishes with winding downhill switchbacks that dump into a creek bed. Runners cross the creek twice, then rope climb a steep, muddy wall. A downhill finish pushes into hay bales stacked two high. At this point, a female runner passed me. Though she got a few seconds on me, I'm still ahead of her in the series.
I didn't expect to run this series as strong or as seriously. While it's fun to compete, I'm a little reluctant about race IV. Duane and I will be racing as a partner relay team in the Rim Rock Marathon the day before, and I think we can win the co-ed division. However, I don't think either of us will be racing our "A game" in Palmer Park the next day.
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| Ready to warm-up together |
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| Pre-race stretching |
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| The starting line |
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| Excellent park for some baby and grandma fun, while mommy and daddy get crazy. |
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| Duane coming in for a strong finish. You can see the hay bales in the distance. |
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| Approaching my final creek crossing. |
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| The rope climb |
Monday, October 3, 2011
Fall Series I (3.5 miles): Attack of the underdog!
Jaclyn writes:
I am never excited about running half a mile or so UPRIVER...in a creek. Then, getting out of the water only to encounter ridiculous hills. But, hey, that's the Fall Series for ya. The race starts at the high school cross country starting line and runs, north, along the creek in Monument Valley Park. The first 1.5 miles are relatively flat, followed by a steep downhill to enter the creek. The course, loops around the creek before this point. Creek running was tough, deciding whether or not to commit to the run or trudge into a walk while trying to find solid ground. At some point, a spectator told me I was in second place. I knew he was wrong, but it made me realize that I was doing much better than anticipated. I was actually in fourth place at this point.
After the creek, I lost one place by a couple of seconds, but I was quickly losing my motivation. I was hungry, from improper pre-race fueling, and the steep hills (by steep I mean all fours on deck) were tough. I ran my heart out to the finish (31:46 and 5th female). My "secret overachieving goal" was to be in the top ten...the goal I shared was top 15, so I'm pretty happy with my result. This series tends to be ridiculously fast, and I hope to keep up my times for a strong overall finish. I've run this series as a middle-of-the-packer and a back-of-the-packer in different times of health, training and pregnancy. It's exciting to be out front.
Duane had an amazing finish at 26:59 and 11th overall. He lost some push running in the creek, mainly because of a cold we had been fighting all week. I'm hoping that we will stay in good health to race strong during this "downtime".
I am never excited about running half a mile or so UPRIVER...in a creek. Then, getting out of the water only to encounter ridiculous hills. But, hey, that's the Fall Series for ya. The race starts at the high school cross country starting line and runs, north, along the creek in Monument Valley Park. The first 1.5 miles are relatively flat, followed by a steep downhill to enter the creek. The course, loops around the creek before this point. Creek running was tough, deciding whether or not to commit to the run or trudge into a walk while trying to find solid ground. At some point, a spectator told me I was in second place. I knew he was wrong, but it made me realize that I was doing much better than anticipated. I was actually in fourth place at this point.
After the creek, I lost one place by a couple of seconds, but I was quickly losing my motivation. I was hungry, from improper pre-race fueling, and the steep hills (by steep I mean all fours on deck) were tough. I ran my heart out to the finish (31:46 and 5th female). My "secret overachieving goal" was to be in the top ten...the goal I shared was top 15, so I'm pretty happy with my result. This series tends to be ridiculously fast, and I hope to keep up my times for a strong overall finish. I've run this series as a middle-of-the-packer and a back-of-the-packer in different times of health, training and pregnancy. It's exciting to be out front.
Duane had an amazing finish at 26:59 and 11th overall. He lost some push running in the creek, mainly because of a cold we had been fighting all week. I'm hoping that we will stay in good health to race strong during this "downtime".
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Harvest Moon Long Triathlon (70.3)
Jaclyn writes:
Before I was ever thinking about having a baby, I remember working as a personal trainer for many women that came to me with one concern, baby weight. After having a baby, up to five years prior, their weight had ballooned out of control and they had finally taken the time to reign in their health. While this pattern is the product of many social issues revolving around pregnancy, I was determined to avoid this struggle. Keeping weight off and staying healthy, are far easier. This is partly what fueled my desire to complete a long distance triathlon this year. I knew that having concrete fitness goals would maintain my motivation to regain fitness. While I wouldn't recommend the same goal for all women, a 5k would not be out of the question.
Approaching the race, I was nervous about my level of training. I trained hard and consistently all summer, but could not find the time for distance work once school and cross country began. Though this only impacted a couple of weeks, I think the first of those weeks made a crucial difference. I began waking up around 4:30 a.m. to fit in an early run or swim. My run after school was limited to cross country distances. So, I only found the time for longer distance workouts on the weekends. Additionally, a couple of mid-length rides followed by runs would have helped.
I began the race with the same disbelief of running the Pikes Peak Marathon. A little voice inside of me was convinced that I would not be doing this today. Somehow, we were all gathered here, ready to dive into ridiculously cold waters, but it was really just a dream. The dream feeling seemed to wear off as my numb feet kicked my way past the first buoy. Reality and panic definitely set in as a kayak notified me that I was headed away from the group. Yeah, I'm not a fabulous swimmer. The swim was out and back (1.2 miles total), like an isosceles triangle. Once I hit the turn-a-round, I finally had visibility, since I no longer had a glaring sun in my eyes. Even with tinted goggles, it was tough.
As I hit the shore, I began to experience the worst transition, ever. I think I was near hypothermic, and definitely delirious. My transition time was terrible (4:13) as I struggled to change myself with shaking hands. My first few bike miles were tough, lacking equilibrium, but soon I was having a great ride. I was able to pass a lot of riders for the first 40 miles, redemption for a 47:08 swim. I also kept myself really hydrated, maintaining a Gatorade on my frame and a water bottle in my jersey. I traded out my water bottle at each of the three stations along the course. I used Cliff bar Shot Blocks to manage my glucose levels. I also ate an Odwalla bar along the way, which I had unwrapped, broken into bits and stuffed in an open bag in my jersey. The bike course was not as tough as my 50 mile training rides at the Air Force Academy. Nonetheless, it seemed endless at mile 40 and running 13.1 seemed impossible at mile 50. For this reason, I think I needed a few more training ride and run days. Around mile 51, my front derailleur stopped shifting into the largest cog. This might have been a blessing, as I allowed myself to coast some downhills, but I also wasn't able to keep pushing. I finished my ride with a time of 2:57:28.
My next transition was smooth, and with a bathroom stop, I began my half-marathon. Again, I found myself passing a lot of athletes. I had estimated that my pace would average around 9 minute miles. I was looking and feeling better than most. At the start of the run, I had intermittent cramping in my abdominal and quadriceps muscles. I allowed myself to walk at each aid station (placed every mile), to keep the cramping manageable. By mile 5, my quads were in completely cramped, but I still felt strong. The course was rolling hills around the reservoir (out and back). At mile 11, with my bearings, I was able to boost my stride to the finish (2:00:51).
The race advertises a "slip and slide" finish. I was a little intimidated that I would be forced to get on the ground, then struggle my way up to cross the finish line. I was wrong and grateful that the "slip and slide" was after the finish and looked like a giant "bounce house". I was doubtful about using it, but did not want to look like a party pooper. Surprisingly, it helped me to instantly recover. Every race needs a "slip and slide"; I think the PPRR Fall Series needs to get on that.
I finished in 5:52:06, 8th in my age group and 38th overall female. My goal was to finish before 6 hours, so I'm pretty happy with my time. I'd still like to improve my swim, but I think that will just take time. I've only been swimming since January. The volume of necessary training, for this event, was absurd. So, I don't anticipate doing another any time soon, nor do I have plans to compete in a full Ironman. Instead, I plan to stick with the Olympic distance and improve my performance.
Before I was ever thinking about having a baby, I remember working as a personal trainer for many women that came to me with one concern, baby weight. After having a baby, up to five years prior, their weight had ballooned out of control and they had finally taken the time to reign in their health. While this pattern is the product of many social issues revolving around pregnancy, I was determined to avoid this struggle. Keeping weight off and staying healthy, are far easier. This is partly what fueled my desire to complete a long distance triathlon this year. I knew that having concrete fitness goals would maintain my motivation to regain fitness. While I wouldn't recommend the same goal for all women, a 5k would not be out of the question.
Approaching the race, I was nervous about my level of training. I trained hard and consistently all summer, but could not find the time for distance work once school and cross country began. Though this only impacted a couple of weeks, I think the first of those weeks made a crucial difference. I began waking up around 4:30 a.m. to fit in an early run or swim. My run after school was limited to cross country distances. So, I only found the time for longer distance workouts on the weekends. Additionally, a couple of mid-length rides followed by runs would have helped.
I began the race with the same disbelief of running the Pikes Peak Marathon. A little voice inside of me was convinced that I would not be doing this today. Somehow, we were all gathered here, ready to dive into ridiculously cold waters, but it was really just a dream. The dream feeling seemed to wear off as my numb feet kicked my way past the first buoy. Reality and panic definitely set in as a kayak notified me that I was headed away from the group. Yeah, I'm not a fabulous swimmer. The swim was out and back (1.2 miles total), like an isosceles triangle. Once I hit the turn-a-round, I finally had visibility, since I no longer had a glaring sun in my eyes. Even with tinted goggles, it was tough.
As I hit the shore, I began to experience the worst transition, ever. I think I was near hypothermic, and definitely delirious. My transition time was terrible (4:13) as I struggled to change myself with shaking hands. My first few bike miles were tough, lacking equilibrium, but soon I was having a great ride. I was able to pass a lot of riders for the first 40 miles, redemption for a 47:08 swim. I also kept myself really hydrated, maintaining a Gatorade on my frame and a water bottle in my jersey. I traded out my water bottle at each of the three stations along the course. I used Cliff bar Shot Blocks to manage my glucose levels. I also ate an Odwalla bar along the way, which I had unwrapped, broken into bits and stuffed in an open bag in my jersey. The bike course was not as tough as my 50 mile training rides at the Air Force Academy. Nonetheless, it seemed endless at mile 40 and running 13.1 seemed impossible at mile 50. For this reason, I think I needed a few more training ride and run days. Around mile 51, my front derailleur stopped shifting into the largest cog. This might have been a blessing, as I allowed myself to coast some downhills, but I also wasn't able to keep pushing. I finished my ride with a time of 2:57:28.
My next transition was smooth, and with a bathroom stop, I began my half-marathon. Again, I found myself passing a lot of athletes. I had estimated that my pace would average around 9 minute miles. I was looking and feeling better than most. At the start of the run, I had intermittent cramping in my abdominal and quadriceps muscles. I allowed myself to walk at each aid station (placed every mile), to keep the cramping manageable. By mile 5, my quads were in completely cramped, but I still felt strong. The course was rolling hills around the reservoir (out and back). At mile 11, with my bearings, I was able to boost my stride to the finish (2:00:51).
The race advertises a "slip and slide" finish. I was a little intimidated that I would be forced to get on the ground, then struggle my way up to cross the finish line. I was wrong and grateful that the "slip and slide" was after the finish and looked like a giant "bounce house". I was doubtful about using it, but did not want to look like a party pooper. Surprisingly, it helped me to instantly recover. Every race needs a "slip and slide"; I think the PPRR Fall Series needs to get on that.
I finished in 5:52:06, 8th in my age group and 38th overall female. My goal was to finish before 6 hours, so I'm pretty happy with my time. I'd still like to improve my swim, but I think that will just take time. I've only been swimming since January. The volume of necessary training, for this event, was absurd. So, I don't anticipate doing another any time soon, nor do I have plans to compete in a full Ironman. Instead, I plan to stick with the Olympic distance and improve my performance.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Muddy Buddy: Boulder, CO
Duane and I decided to "take it easy" this month, and instead of running a half marathon, we completed our first Muddy Buddy. Our experience is filled with mixed emotions...and I think we (mostly Duane) are anticipating doing it again to enter the "competitive division".
The race was a blast. I like the mountain bike and running combo with some simple obstacles in between. The total course is somewhere around six miles. One team member runs while the other bikes, and you trade at each obstacle. The start was a "fun" run through some hip deep water. Bikers (I started the bike) had to carry through. Runners started a minute after the bikers on the same course. Overall, the bike and run course was easy, though surprisingly hot. I normally don't hydrate during a six mile race, but felt the need to during this event.
The obstacles were disappointingly easy. The first was a six foot rock climbing wall with a rope net to descend on the opposite side. The second was a blown up obstacle, where participants climbed through and over stuff (picture a bounce house with walls and holes). This was followed by a series of hurdles, a rope net climb and slide (my favorite), and a single rope climb before the mud pit finish. I got caught up and lost a couple of minutes at the rope net and slide, because everyone waited for each person to ascend the ropes. Though I thought this was ridiculous, I didn't want to be too aggressive. When my age group competitors came in and charged it, I finally did, too. (You are released in age group waves). Luckily, I'm pretty fast on a bike and we finished first in our age group...and in the top few overall.
The race is a little pricey....$150 per team. But we did it to compete in something light hearted, fun....and ending with beer and food. This was the major disappointment. I wasn't allowed in the beer tent with Aspen, and I really only wanted somewhere to relax as a family. We decided to get food, instead, but there was one tiny food tent and a massive line. We finally ended up feeding Aspen and taking off. In my opinion, it wasn't worth the money....and was pretty family unfriendly. We probably won't do it next year, but Duane's competitive streak wants to give it another go. I guess we'll see what happens.
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| Aspen getting ready on race morning. |
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| Notice the Hawaiian lays on my bike. I would highly recommend decorating your bike and planning a drop place in the transition area. For example, we always dropped our bike in the front right corner of the transition space. This makes it really easy to find! |
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| After the finish line! |
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| Some muddy love for Aspen! |
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| Mud pit image during the kids race. |
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| Aspen enjoying some food...once we finally found a place to sit! |
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Rocky Mountain State Games (sprint triathon)
I'm happy I competed in a shorter distance triathlon, but this isn't a race that I would recommend and I will not compete in this tri again. While the race was cheaper and closer than most tris, I felt that it was poorly organized and lacked essential communication during the event. I wasn't a huge fan of the course, either.
Most of the volunteers seemed pretty unfamiliar with triathlon events. Throughout the race, I was unsure of whether or not I was on the right track. The swim was good. Most people i've talked to about this race are nervous about swimming Prospect Lake. It was brown and cloudy, but the temperature was comfortable and I didn't seem to have any issues (skin, etc) afterwards.
The bike event was a little irritating. You begin in a loop course, which I didn't think was communicated...so I felt like I had started in the wrong place. After awhile, it is evident that you will be circling a three + mile course four times. No signs indicated this during the event. Some of the turns were tight, and it wasn't easy to get a good, strong pace.
The run looped the lake twice. However, that wasn't communicated, either. After I crossed the finishing mat once, I was approached to turn in my timing chip. I didn't wear my Garmin, so I didn't know that I should keep going. Everything worked out in the end, but it was irritating.
Overall, i'm still swimming really slowly. I feel much more comfortable in open water after taking some swim classes, but I just need to learn how to pace myself.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Hungry Duck Half Marathon (Brighton, Michigan)
All Duane has to say is, "Michigan ain't flat, there some damn good rolling hills out there." Also, that he was 1:15 slower than his PR. That being said, Hungry Duck was a fun, low key race. It felt low key for Colorado standards with about 150 participants in the half marathon. The event also had a 5k, which was larger. The "low key" part was difficult for coming from out of town. The website didn't give a starting address, so we felt a little confused up until we had an opportunity to drive out there. We weren't even sure where the race start was when we arrived at the porta-potties, until a few minutes from the start.
The course was a lollipop loop with one short "out and back" along the lollipop stick. Starting in downtown Brighton, the race moved throughout residential areas and looped around a small lake. We were both surprised with the number of hills. I would say the majority of the hills were during the lollipop stick. Though, there were still a few during the loop. The stick was about 4.5 miles going in, the loop was about 4.5, and the stick was about 4.1 on the return (the "out and back" piece was not repeated.) Duane and I both felt the course wasn't well marked. As long as you could keep someone within sight, the course was clear. However, I often felt that the two guys in front of me could do anything and I would follow. For being a road race, I felt, at times, that I was running trail. Michigan roads have tons of cracks and potholes. They are also sprinkled with a plethora of roadkill. It was a redneck Thanksgiving. The race was really well staffed with water stations. I think gatorade was also available. I actually ran with a small Camelback, so I didn't use any of them.
I wasn't sure how to anticipate my time at 900ish feet above sea level with more humidity than Colorado. The temperature and humidity were actually pretty reasonable, though. I started at a comfortable pace, slightly faster than 6 minute miles. This would not normally be a comfortable pace for me, so I knew the altitude was working in my favor. I ran the first four miles as the first female, which is something I have never experienced. It was rather thrilling to be starting in the top 20 runners. At the three mile point, the first place finisher approached. We fought for the place for about a mile, but she was stronger and clearly more versed at running in the top of the pack. I guess I could use more fartleks in my training. I ran solid for the remainder of the race and was passed at 12.55 miles by the 2nd place finisher. That was a bummer, but I am happy to have raced strong and finished first in my age group with a new PR of 1:38:46, which qualifies me for the first wave of the Pikes Peak Ascent. Though, I still claim I'll never run the Ascent, again.
The race boasted a few "new additions", including a gender specific technical shirt and food at the finish. The gender specific shirt was a nice bonus, and is becoming the new standard in events. I'm a big fan of this fact. The food at the end was mostly fruit and cookies. In Colorado, when you claim there is food at the end, you eat a meal. I wasn't really looking for a meal, myself, but I thought this was kind've lame. Our age group award was a really bright orange baseball cap. I would totally wear it if it was actually a running cap...but these are all minor, silly details.
We had a fun race. I really enjoyed going back to Michigan to run. I didn't grow up as a runner, and had never actually competed in a Michigan race. Finishing a Michigan race was really the heart of my goal on race day. My new PR and finishing at the top were icing on the cake.
The course was a lollipop loop with one short "out and back" along the lollipop stick. Starting in downtown Brighton, the race moved throughout residential areas and looped around a small lake. We were both surprised with the number of hills. I would say the majority of the hills were during the lollipop stick. Though, there were still a few during the loop. The stick was about 4.5 miles going in, the loop was about 4.5, and the stick was about 4.1 on the return (the "out and back" piece was not repeated.) Duane and I both felt the course wasn't well marked. As long as you could keep someone within sight, the course was clear. However, I often felt that the two guys in front of me could do anything and I would follow. For being a road race, I felt, at times, that I was running trail. Michigan roads have tons of cracks and potholes. They are also sprinkled with a plethora of roadkill. It was a redneck Thanksgiving. The race was really well staffed with water stations. I think gatorade was also available. I actually ran with a small Camelback, so I didn't use any of them.
I wasn't sure how to anticipate my time at 900ish feet above sea level with more humidity than Colorado. The temperature and humidity were actually pretty reasonable, though. I started at a comfortable pace, slightly faster than 6 minute miles. This would not normally be a comfortable pace for me, so I knew the altitude was working in my favor. I ran the first four miles as the first female, which is something I have never experienced. It was rather thrilling to be starting in the top 20 runners. At the three mile point, the first place finisher approached. We fought for the place for about a mile, but she was stronger and clearly more versed at running in the top of the pack. I guess I could use more fartleks in my training. I ran solid for the remainder of the race and was passed at 12.55 miles by the 2nd place finisher. That was a bummer, but I am happy to have raced strong and finished first in my age group with a new PR of 1:38:46, which qualifies me for the first wave of the Pikes Peak Ascent. Though, I still claim I'll never run the Ascent, again.
The race boasted a few "new additions", including a gender specific technical shirt and food at the finish. The gender specific shirt was a nice bonus, and is becoming the new standard in events. I'm a big fan of this fact. The food at the end was mostly fruit and cookies. In Colorado, when you claim there is food at the end, you eat a meal. I wasn't really looking for a meal, myself, but I thought this was kind've lame. Our age group award was a really bright orange baseball cap. I would totally wear it if it was actually a running cap...but these are all minor, silly details.
We had a fun race. I really enjoyed going back to Michigan to run. I didn't grow up as a runner, and had never actually competed in a Michigan race. Finishing a Michigan race was really the heart of my goal on race day. My new PR and finishing at the top were icing on the cake.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Lake to Lake Triathlon (Olympic Distance)
Jaclyn writes:
After having Aspen, I decided to complete one sprint triathlon this summer. As a non-swimmer, I figured the swim on a sprint, about 750 m, was the most practical goal. I soon found that I was able to accomplish longer distances and decided, instead, to compete in one Olympic distance and one half ironman distance triathlon. (I just added a sprint to the end of the month, too...but only because it is local). People had told me that competing in a triathlon was simple. You just need a bike and could basically ride anything. Huh...that's all...a bike.
Triathlon competitors either don't have children or get paid more than I do. (They certainly aren't thinking about how and when to nurse the baby before the event.) With my $40 road bike purchase, I felt I was spending left and right. Entry fees are steep (and so they should be...it is quite an event), bike maintenance can get costly, and then there are the extras, like tri-suits, wetsuits, goggles, race belts, hotel stays, etc. I was able to get a lot of great race gear through craigslist. But, I hadn't anticipated the extras.
One of the greatest challenges with competing was doing it with a baby in tow. I'm lucky to have such great support from Duane, who really felt like my manager in this challenge, packing all of my gear into the car and somehow finding balance with the oodles of baby gear that came along as well. The race was two hours from the house, so we stayed in a hotel. This adds more challenge to the event. Aspen sleeps rather poorly in hotel rooms, which translates into me sleeping poorly. However, she did surprisingly well through everything, even waking up at 4 a.m. She stayed up all morning during the race, and joined Duane in cheering me on at different points of the course.
Up until the race, I admitted that riding would be my weakest event. Swimming, however, was the poorest. Though, as someone who couldn't swim 2 consecutive laps in December, I think I did pretty well swimming 1500 meters in a lake. It took me somewhere around 38 minutes to complete the swim. This was slower than what I was anticipating. I don't breathe on both sides so I can only see to the right of me. I ended up swimming out further than I was suppose to at a lot of points through the course. I've decided to take some swimming classes at the Y to finally learn how to breathe on both sides. Then, at least I'll be able to see what is going on around me.
My ride was shockingly strong. I finished around 1:39. I passed a lot of riders (who paid much more for their bike than I did for mine) and was able to redeem myself in this leg. The 30 mile course was mostly rolling hills, uphill on the first half and downhill on the second. There were a handful of flats in the crowd and an ugly collision. I think I've decided to sign up for some bike maintenance classes to gain more confidence changing a flat.
My run was really strong, and assured me that my training had been pretty solid. I wasn't much slower than normal with an average pace of 7:42 and total time of 47:47. It was an out and back course. The terrain was flat with road and sidewalk, following the circumference of the lake. Though, you can only see the lake for a short time. During this leg, I did have some chest and quad cramping, but gatorade seemed to help. Accounting for the wave start, my finish time was 3:10ish.
Overall, I enjoyed the experience. I'm really grateful to have added two awesome sports, swimming and biking, to my regular workout schedule. I can't see myself doing a lot of these races. Mainly, they are expensive and are challenging with a baby. I added the Rocky Mountain State Games sprint for July 30th, but only because it is in Colorado Springs and might help me with transitioning and the open swim before the September 11 half distance. This was not the most difficult thing I have ever done...that award goes to the Pikes Peak Marathon...which is trumped (in many ways) by natural childbirth.
After having Aspen, I decided to complete one sprint triathlon this summer. As a non-swimmer, I figured the swim on a sprint, about 750 m, was the most practical goal. I soon found that I was able to accomplish longer distances and decided, instead, to compete in one Olympic distance and one half ironman distance triathlon. (I just added a sprint to the end of the month, too...but only because it is local). People had told me that competing in a triathlon was simple. You just need a bike and could basically ride anything. Huh...that's all...a bike.
Triathlon competitors either don't have children or get paid more than I do. (They certainly aren't thinking about how and when to nurse the baby before the event.) With my $40 road bike purchase, I felt I was spending left and right. Entry fees are steep (and so they should be...it is quite an event), bike maintenance can get costly, and then there are the extras, like tri-suits, wetsuits, goggles, race belts, hotel stays, etc. I was able to get a lot of great race gear through craigslist. But, I hadn't anticipated the extras.
One of the greatest challenges with competing was doing it with a baby in tow. I'm lucky to have such great support from Duane, who really felt like my manager in this challenge, packing all of my gear into the car and somehow finding balance with the oodles of baby gear that came along as well. The race was two hours from the house, so we stayed in a hotel. This adds more challenge to the event. Aspen sleeps rather poorly in hotel rooms, which translates into me sleeping poorly. However, she did surprisingly well through everything, even waking up at 4 a.m. She stayed up all morning during the race, and joined Duane in cheering me on at different points of the course.
Up until the race, I admitted that riding would be my weakest event. Swimming, however, was the poorest. Though, as someone who couldn't swim 2 consecutive laps in December, I think I did pretty well swimming 1500 meters in a lake. It took me somewhere around 38 minutes to complete the swim. This was slower than what I was anticipating. I don't breathe on both sides so I can only see to the right of me. I ended up swimming out further than I was suppose to at a lot of points through the course. I've decided to take some swimming classes at the Y to finally learn how to breathe on both sides. Then, at least I'll be able to see what is going on around me.
My ride was shockingly strong. I finished around 1:39. I passed a lot of riders (who paid much more for their bike than I did for mine) and was able to redeem myself in this leg. The 30 mile course was mostly rolling hills, uphill on the first half and downhill on the second. There were a handful of flats in the crowd and an ugly collision. I think I've decided to sign up for some bike maintenance classes to gain more confidence changing a flat.
My run was really strong, and assured me that my training had been pretty solid. I wasn't much slower than normal with an average pace of 7:42 and total time of 47:47. It was an out and back course. The terrain was flat with road and sidewalk, following the circumference of the lake. Though, you can only see the lake for a short time. During this leg, I did have some chest and quad cramping, but gatorade seemed to help. Accounting for the wave start, my finish time was 3:10ish.
Overall, I enjoyed the experience. I'm really grateful to have added two awesome sports, swimming and biking, to my regular workout schedule. I can't see myself doing a lot of these races. Mainly, they are expensive and are challenging with a baby. I added the Rocky Mountain State Games sprint for July 30th, but only because it is in Colorado Springs and might help me with transitioning and the open swim before the September 11 half distance. This was not the most difficult thing I have ever done...that award goes to the Pikes Peak Marathon...which is trumped (in many ways) by natural childbirth.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Fear the Deer Half-Marathon
Jaclyn writes:
If I could only race in one race next year, it would be Fear the Deer. When I saw the previous year pics online, I thought the colors had to have been Photoshopped. About 0.5 miles into the race, I discovered that they weren't. This stretch of trail was amazingly green and lush with fresh wildflower growth. At times, I forgot where I was...Section 16, Palmer Park, Barr Trail, Intemann Trail? The terrain and the views were so amazing, that I found myself lost in the art of running.
The race was small. With a 90 person cap, only about 50 actually ran. This was a bonus, as the 13.1 miles (which my Garmin calculated at closer to 12.6) were all trail and all single track (except for the 200 yard parking lot start). The run followed various trails in Deer Creek Canyon. The first four miles climbed, followed by rolling hills, more climbing, rolling hills, and a switchback downhill finish. There was one aid station about 2 miles into the race, that runners passed again at 8 miles. Immediately following that aid station was the steepest part of the uphill climb, which runners completed twice.
I had a strong finish at 2:07:40 something, as the third overall female. Duane finished fourth overall and also had a great race. The after-party had tons of giveaways and food from Garbanzos.
Our next races are the Lake to Lake Triathlon (for me) and the Hellacious Trail Run (for Duane).
If I could only race in one race next year, it would be Fear the Deer. When I saw the previous year pics online, I thought the colors had to have been Photoshopped. About 0.5 miles into the race, I discovered that they weren't. This stretch of trail was amazingly green and lush with fresh wildflower growth. At times, I forgot where I was...Section 16, Palmer Park, Barr Trail, Intemann Trail? The terrain and the views were so amazing, that I found myself lost in the art of running.
The race was small. With a 90 person cap, only about 50 actually ran. This was a bonus, as the 13.1 miles (which my Garmin calculated at closer to 12.6) were all trail and all single track (except for the 200 yard parking lot start). The run followed various trails in Deer Creek Canyon. The first four miles climbed, followed by rolling hills, more climbing, rolling hills, and a switchback downhill finish. There was one aid station about 2 miles into the race, that runners passed again at 8 miles. Immediately following that aid station was the steepest part of the uphill climb, which runners completed twice.
I had a strong finish at 2:07:40 something, as the third overall female. Duane finished fourth overall and also had a great race. The after-party had tons of giveaways and food from Garbanzos.
Our next races are the Lake to Lake Triathlon (for me) and the Hellacious Trail Run (for Duane).
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Greenland Trail Race (25K)
Jaclyn writes:
Overall, we weren't too impressed with the Greenland race. The whole double loop thing wasn't too exciting, and I feel bad for the people that ran the 50K, making it a quadruple loop! I am happy to have discovered this new trail. About 8 miles in length, it has about five mellow uphill miles followed by three slightly downhill miles. I would love to return to the trail for some non-technical mountain biking. I'll probably never take the time to drive up there for a run, though. Not when we have such an amazing trail system within Colorado Springs, that is simply more interesting.
The only thing I didn't like about the race was how the "turn about" was arranged. It was about 200 yards from the finish line (which I was not aware of while racing). After my first loop, I had assumed this was the finish, as well. This resulted in a fabulously strong finish about 200 yards before the real finish line, which was out of sight. I probably lost 20 seconds, which doesn't matter. But I was disappointed about getting my body going again.
I finished 7th in my age group with a time of 2:15:12. I was the 10th female, overall. That fact makes me tempted to run one of those all women races. My age group place was disappointing, but the age group was a 10 year span. Duane finished 3rd in his age group, 10th overall, with a time of 1:53:42. He had a pretty solid race. He tried to hold his own against the first female, but she ended up smoking him and setting a course record for women.
In the end, we've decided that we would not race in the Greenland Trail Race again. I'd recommend trying it out, though. We're excited to be gearing up for Fear the Dear on June 4th. It should be intense; and since only 90 people are running, it should prove to be thrilling...as in...I hope I don't get lost.
Overall, we weren't too impressed with the Greenland race. The whole double loop thing wasn't too exciting, and I feel bad for the people that ran the 50K, making it a quadruple loop! I am happy to have discovered this new trail. About 8 miles in length, it has about five mellow uphill miles followed by three slightly downhill miles. I would love to return to the trail for some non-technical mountain biking. I'll probably never take the time to drive up there for a run, though. Not when we have such an amazing trail system within Colorado Springs, that is simply more interesting.
The only thing I didn't like about the race was how the "turn about" was arranged. It was about 200 yards from the finish line (which I was not aware of while racing). After my first loop, I had assumed this was the finish, as well. This resulted in a fabulously strong finish about 200 yards before the real finish line, which was out of sight. I probably lost 20 seconds, which doesn't matter. But I was disappointed about getting my body going again.
I finished 7th in my age group with a time of 2:15:12. I was the 10th female, overall. That fact makes me tempted to run one of those all women races. My age group place was disappointing, but the age group was a 10 year span. Duane finished 3rd in his age group, 10th overall, with a time of 1:53:42. He had a pretty solid race. He tried to hold his own against the first female, but she ended up smoking him and setting a course record for women.
In the end, we've decided that we would not race in the Greenland Trail Race again. I'd recommend trying it out, though. We're excited to be gearing up for Fear the Dear on June 4th. It should be intense; and since only 90 people are running, it should prove to be thrilling...as in...I hope I don't get lost.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Playlist...because every good workout needs a soundtrack
Jaclyn writes:
I put together such a fun mix of music, I had to share. Maybe it's because I don't teach spinning anymore, so I don't get to dj everyone's workout. You might find something great on the list...or you might think of something I should add...let me know.
Forget You--CeLo Green
Push it--Salt n Peppa (this always plays when I'm running a hill...always)
Do You Feel Me?--Anthony Hamilton
Meet Virginia--Train
The Cave--Mumford and Sons
What I Got--Michael Franti (this is an essential detail...The Tribute to Sublime cd all makes a great playlist)
Hey Hey Hey--Michael Franti
Apache (Jump on it)--Sugar Hill Gang (I haven't decided if this will take residence)
Laugh, Love, F@#k--The Coup
Slow Slow (Run Run)--Ayo
Anytime you need me--Michael Franti
Handlebars--Flobots
O Valencia--The Decemberists
Rock the Nation--Michael Franti
Hold on, I'm comin'--Sam & Dave
Little Lion Man--Mumford and Sons
B-O-B--Outkast
Awake my Soul--Mumford and Sons
Life is Real--Ayo
The Rhythm Method--Flobots
Alive--Beastie Boys
Touch it--Busta Rhymes
Feelin' Free--Michael Franti
My Favorite Mutiny--The Coup
Yes I Will--Michael Franti
Gearing up for the Greenland 25K and the end of the school year! I really can't wait to spend my summer chillin' with Aspen and Duane!
I put together such a fun mix of music, I had to share. Maybe it's because I don't teach spinning anymore, so I don't get to dj everyone's workout. You might find something great on the list...or you might think of something I should add...let me know.
Forget You--CeLo Green
Push it--Salt n Peppa (this always plays when I'm running a hill...always)
Do You Feel Me?--Anthony Hamilton
Meet Virginia--Train
The Cave--Mumford and Sons
What I Got--Michael Franti (this is an essential detail...The Tribute to Sublime cd all makes a great playlist)
Hey Hey Hey--Michael Franti
Apache (Jump on it)--Sugar Hill Gang (I haven't decided if this will take residence)
Laugh, Love, F@#k--The Coup
Slow Slow (Run Run)--Ayo
Anytime you need me--Michael Franti
Handlebars--Flobots
O Valencia--The Decemberists
Rock the Nation--Michael Franti
Hold on, I'm comin'--Sam & Dave
Little Lion Man--Mumford and Sons
B-O-B--Outkast
Awake my Soul--Mumford and Sons
Life is Real--Ayo
The Rhythm Method--Flobots
Alive--Beastie Boys
Touch it--Busta Rhymes
Feelin' Free--Michael Franti
My Favorite Mutiny--The Coup
Yes I Will--Michael Franti
Gearing up for the Greenland 25K and the end of the school year! I really can't wait to spend my summer chillin' with Aspen and Duane!
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Platte River Half Marathon
Jaclyn writes:
The day before this race I started to think that all of these half marathons were getting to be a bit much. I love racing. It keeps me motivated. But approaching this race, we were battling colds and juggling time between work, baby and sleep. I was overtired, overworked and over-trained. But, we still ran. Though, I think if we hadn't been registered already, we would've bagged this one.
The course for this half is really flat with a very slight uphill grade. It's a point to point race with a nice after party. It really helps to have someone driving to meet you at the finish. The terrain is a concrete trail that runs along the Platte River through Denver. It's a relatively pretty city run and a nice race to PR (though neither of us did). The race organizers decided to add a second wave and double entries this year, which was a really bold move to make in a single year. The wave idea was weak and confusing. You weren't assigned a wave unless you registered as competing in your age group, in which case you were running the first wave. The rest of us were able to run whenever we wanted. This worked with having chip timers, but we ran in the first wave. Otherwise, it doesn't seem like much of a race. The race includes a relay. I ran the relay the first year I ran this race, but it seemed like a waste of time (for a long distance runner). When you're running the full half, the relay can be irritating, because you'll have people passing you at random moments causing you to doubt your own pacing.
Overall, the race was fun. I had no personal expectations after my Moab PR surprise. I figured that was due to the elevation and slight downhill of the Moab race, but my time at the Platte River was comparable at 1:42:51. My only goal throughout the race was to beat the girl that kept speeding up just to pass me and dropping directly in front of me while slowing her pace. By directly in front, I mean an arms length. She even did a "farmer blow" at one point. I'm pretty sure my race bib caught some of her snot. I, thankfully, lost her at around 8 miles.
Regarding future races, I guess it's time to pick up my pace and get serious with training.
The day before this race I started to think that all of these half marathons were getting to be a bit much. I love racing. It keeps me motivated. But approaching this race, we were battling colds and juggling time between work, baby and sleep. I was overtired, overworked and over-trained. But, we still ran. Though, I think if we hadn't been registered already, we would've bagged this one.
The course for this half is really flat with a very slight uphill grade. It's a point to point race with a nice after party. It really helps to have someone driving to meet you at the finish. The terrain is a concrete trail that runs along the Platte River through Denver. It's a relatively pretty city run and a nice race to PR (though neither of us did). The race organizers decided to add a second wave and double entries this year, which was a really bold move to make in a single year. The wave idea was weak and confusing. You weren't assigned a wave unless you registered as competing in your age group, in which case you were running the first wave. The rest of us were able to run whenever we wanted. This worked with having chip timers, but we ran in the first wave. Otherwise, it doesn't seem like much of a race. The race includes a relay. I ran the relay the first year I ran this race, but it seemed like a waste of time (for a long distance runner). When you're running the full half, the relay can be irritating, because you'll have people passing you at random moments causing you to doubt your own pacing.
Overall, the race was fun. I had no personal expectations after my Moab PR surprise. I figured that was due to the elevation and slight downhill of the Moab race, but my time at the Platte River was comparable at 1:42:51. My only goal throughout the race was to beat the girl that kept speeding up just to pass me and dropping directly in front of me while slowing her pace. By directly in front, I mean an arms length. She even did a "farmer blow" at one point. I'm pretty sure my race bib caught some of her snot. I, thankfully, lost her at around 8 miles.
Regarding future races, I guess it's time to pick up my pace and get serious with training.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Canyonlands Half Marathon (Moab, UT)
Jaclyn writes:
As our first true destination race, things went pretty smoothly. This was Aspen's longest trip. I imagine that her ears were popping as we drove through the mountain passes. Regardless, she was a trooper. Our one room cabin was crowded with four adults and two babies, but we all slept well (except for me nursing much of the night...I think Aspen figured,"We're in the same bed?! Why the hell not!")
The race itself was fun. I have some mixed feelings about the experience, which makes me realize that our local race volunteers and directors are awesome. I was really concerned about waking, nursing, eating, getting dressed, changing diapers, picking up our race bibs, parking, using the restroom and making it to the event on time. These were needless concerns. As Duane put it...it was a lot of,"Hurry up and wait...hurry up and wait...etc." Getting ready at the cabin and heading to the bib pickup was simple. If we had arrived in town earlier on Friday, I would have picked up our bibs then, instead. There was a good amount of waiting, but there are a lot of people in this race. Parking was a lot better than we had anticipated, finding a spot immediately outside of the bib pickup, then again only two blocks from the shuttle. The shuttle wait was long but this was a plus for two reasons. One, we discovered, while waiting (at 8am), that the race was actually at 10am, but that it was better to wait in the loading zone than at the race start, which was colder and windier. Secondly, I realized that I didn't have any food and was already hungry. I had plenty of time to run back to the car for an energy bar.
The start was a cold, windy wait. But, Duane, myself and a friend huddled and waited for the run to begin. I decided to start pretty close to the front. Once learning the topography of the race, a slight, rolling downhill, I was pretty confident that I could get a solid time. I figured that I would aim high and accept what ever results came about. I started with a 7 minute pace, and questioned myself the entire time. I figured I was going to crash and had gone out too hard, but I never go out hard, so I stuck with it. I finished with a 7:39 minute pace and a finish time of 1:40:19. Pretty astounding for a "9 minute pace" runner. I think the altitude and the slight downhill helped, but Duane's time was close to his PR. I might just have to raise my game. After all, I finished 27th out of 2021 females! Duane had a fantastic race, as well, even while fighting a monster cold. He finished third in his age group and 28th overall with a time of 1:23 and change.
The race is beautiful, especially if you have never seen the Colorado River and its surrounding canyons. We've rafted the Colorado over past Spring Breaks, and it has always had an incredible headwind. Race day was no different. I wonder what my time would have been without the headwind. The race name, Canyonlands, is misleading. It doesn't run through Canyonlands, and even though it is adjacent to Arches, it doesn't actually run through Arches, either. That would've been incredible...though there is probably no way to permit a race through a national park. Regardless, we enjoyed a little of Arches on the Sunday after the race and headed out of Moab on Monday.
As our first true destination race, things went pretty smoothly. This was Aspen's longest trip. I imagine that her ears were popping as we drove through the mountain passes. Regardless, she was a trooper. Our one room cabin was crowded with four adults and two babies, but we all slept well (except for me nursing much of the night...I think Aspen figured,"We're in the same bed?! Why the hell not!")
The race itself was fun. I have some mixed feelings about the experience, which makes me realize that our local race volunteers and directors are awesome. I was really concerned about waking, nursing, eating, getting dressed, changing diapers, picking up our race bibs, parking, using the restroom and making it to the event on time. These were needless concerns. As Duane put it...it was a lot of,"Hurry up and wait...hurry up and wait...etc." Getting ready at the cabin and heading to the bib pickup was simple. If we had arrived in town earlier on Friday, I would have picked up our bibs then, instead. There was a good amount of waiting, but there are a lot of people in this race. Parking was a lot better than we had anticipated, finding a spot immediately outside of the bib pickup, then again only two blocks from the shuttle. The shuttle wait was long but this was a plus for two reasons. One, we discovered, while waiting (at 8am), that the race was actually at 10am, but that it was better to wait in the loading zone than at the race start, which was colder and windier. Secondly, I realized that I didn't have any food and was already hungry. I had plenty of time to run back to the car for an energy bar.
The start was a cold, windy wait. But, Duane, myself and a friend huddled and waited for the run to begin. I decided to start pretty close to the front. Once learning the topography of the race, a slight, rolling downhill, I was pretty confident that I could get a solid time. I figured that I would aim high and accept what ever results came about. I started with a 7 minute pace, and questioned myself the entire time. I figured I was going to crash and had gone out too hard, but I never go out hard, so I stuck with it. I finished with a 7:39 minute pace and a finish time of 1:40:19. Pretty astounding for a "9 minute pace" runner. I think the altitude and the slight downhill helped, but Duane's time was close to his PR. I might just have to raise my game. After all, I finished 27th out of 2021 females! Duane had a fantastic race, as well, even while fighting a monster cold. He finished third in his age group and 28th overall with a time of 1:23 and change.
The race is beautiful, especially if you have never seen the Colorado River and its surrounding canyons. We've rafted the Colorado over past Spring Breaks, and it has always had an incredible headwind. Race day was no different. I wonder what my time would have been without the headwind. The race name, Canyonlands, is misleading. It doesn't run through Canyonlands, and even though it is adjacent to Arches, it doesn't actually run through Arches, either. That would've been incredible...though there is probably no way to permit a race through a national park. Regardless, we enjoyed a little of Arches on the Sunday after the race and headed out of Moab on Monday.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Run Through Time Half Marathon
Jaclyn writes:
A race day in Salida had its challenges with bringing Aspen along. We were prepared for a world of adventure with a pack full of diapers, two strollers, and three changes of clothes. Two strollers was a little excessive, but the weather is just getting nice enough to use our umbrella stroller. The Bob has the added benefit of keeping her warm when used with the infant adapter piece. We definitely need to start remembering sunscreen with all of these beautiful days we've been having. In addition to her gear, I needed to be well prepared for nursing on race day. La Leche League makes an awesome nursing sports bra that's a "must have" if you intend to race while nursing. I needed to be prepared for nursing after, as well, since we returned home around 4 pm. Nursing tank, zip up fleece and nursing cover...check, and we were on our way. Aspen did amazing, sleeping in the car both ways and keeping Grandpa Gary on his toes during the race.
The race was awesome, as well. I loved this course, which began with a steady slow uphill at the start, followed by a slight downhill road until the second mile. At this point, the course became single track trail that rolled uphill. At around mile six, the trail became really steep, similar to what you would find along Ute Pass Trail. This continued until mile 8 or so, which was followed with a fast rolling downhill. My time was 2:11:30. The overall race was slower than in past years because of the terrain, and I have yet to see how I performed in comparison to other runners, because the results aren't posted.
The course was amazing, but so was all the "shwag". The female shirts were great. They aren't technical shirts, which I suppose would turn off some women, but they are fashionably cut t-shirts. I thought this was a nice surprise. Men received rather large technical shirts. The post race food was excellent. Homemade soups, breads and baked goodies welcomed us all at the finish line.
We enjoyed lunch at Amica's, which I guess was (and pretty much still is) an Il Vicino, similar to the one in downtown Colorado Springs. That is our favorite restaurant, so despite our long wait, we enjoyed a great salad and IPA. Aspen enjoyed teething on her first taste of bread...
And enjoyed her first bite!
We've since started her on solids...it's banana week!
Duane writes:
We started the race as one large pack, both the marathoners, which my friend Sean calls "varsity" and the halfers, which I suppose by default are the jv. Well so be it, but after a little more than a mile when the varsity split from the rest of us jv, I found myself in a place that I've never been before. Myself and a friend of mine from the Winter Series, Joseph, were the vanguard for the half marathon. Suddenly I was wondering what was going on and the race took on a whole new outlook.
The next two miles were a steady climb encircling the large hill on the north of Salida, the one with the giant S. By mile 4 Joseph and another young runner broke away and took the lead where they would remain for the next 8 miles. Pretty soon, the trails climbed higher and at about mile 6 we dropped of the back side of a ridge and into some crazy tight single track that twisted through thick brush, across sand traps, and up super steep slopes. For 5 or so miles we were out of contact from the race support. The route crisscrossed other trails a number of times and I was often totally confused. Joseph was just far enough ahead that I rarely glimpsed him through trees and up ridges. At one point, one runner came at me from the opposite direction and I felt totally lost. But I figured one of us was wrong and I knew I was at the front of the race, so I kept on and trusted my trail sense.
At mile 11 or so, we broke out of the backwoods and onto familiar trails. I worked the next mile and a half at closing the gap and finally caught Joseph and the other runner at just over 12 miles. We kept a tight group down the last of the steep single track and just when the trail opened up I jumped up to second, behind the younger runner, but he had too much in reserve and pulled away and never looked back. I finished second. It was the best finish I've had since I started racing almost 10 years ago. I was most proud of myself for not settling and pushing to the end. I didn't have to. No one was behind me. That's the thing about running. No matter how flat or rugged the terrain, the real race in always in your head.
I loved the rail and the race was well organized, even if a little light on the markings, and I can't wait to run it again. I'll spend the next year running it over and over in my head, and so, in a way, I've already started the next race.
Of course, none of this would be possible without the awesome support of Jaclyn who manages all our race entries and gets us there on time and dad who watched Aspen so we can run and everyone else who supports us so we can train so hard. Thanks.
A race day in Salida had its challenges with bringing Aspen along. We were prepared for a world of adventure with a pack full of diapers, two strollers, and three changes of clothes. Two strollers was a little excessive, but the weather is just getting nice enough to use our umbrella stroller. The Bob has the added benefit of keeping her warm when used with the infant adapter piece. We definitely need to start remembering sunscreen with all of these beautiful days we've been having. In addition to her gear, I needed to be well prepared for nursing on race day. La Leche League makes an awesome nursing sports bra that's a "must have" if you intend to race while nursing. I needed to be prepared for nursing after, as well, since we returned home around 4 pm. Nursing tank, zip up fleece and nursing cover...check, and we were on our way. Aspen did amazing, sleeping in the car both ways and keeping Grandpa Gary on his toes during the race.
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| Aspen keeps Grandpa busy during the race! |
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| Very start of the race |
We enjoyed lunch at Amica's, which I guess was (and pretty much still is) an Il Vicino, similar to the one in downtown Colorado Springs. That is our favorite restaurant, so despite our long wait, we enjoyed a great salad and IPA. Aspen enjoyed teething on her first taste of bread...
Duane writes:
We started the race as one large pack, both the marathoners, which my friend Sean calls "varsity" and the halfers, which I suppose by default are the jv. Well so be it, but after a little more than a mile when the varsity split from the rest of us jv, I found myself in a place that I've never been before. Myself and a friend of mine from the Winter Series, Joseph, were the vanguard for the half marathon. Suddenly I was wondering what was going on and the race took on a whole new outlook.
The next two miles were a steady climb encircling the large hill on the north of Salida, the one with the giant S. By mile 4 Joseph and another young runner broke away and took the lead where they would remain for the next 8 miles. Pretty soon, the trails climbed higher and at about mile 6 we dropped of the back side of a ridge and into some crazy tight single track that twisted through thick brush, across sand traps, and up super steep slopes. For 5 or so miles we were out of contact from the race support. The route crisscrossed other trails a number of times and I was often totally confused. Joseph was just far enough ahead that I rarely glimpsed him through trees and up ridges. At one point, one runner came at me from the opposite direction and I felt totally lost. But I figured one of us was wrong and I knew I was at the front of the race, so I kept on and trusted my trail sense.
At mile 11 or so, we broke out of the backwoods and onto familiar trails. I worked the next mile and a half at closing the gap and finally caught Joseph and the other runner at just over 12 miles. We kept a tight group down the last of the steep single track and just when the trail opened up I jumped up to second, behind the younger runner, but he had too much in reserve and pulled away and never looked back. I finished second. It was the best finish I've had since I started racing almost 10 years ago. I was most proud of myself for not settling and pushing to the end. I didn't have to. No one was behind me. That's the thing about running. No matter how flat or rugged the terrain, the real race in always in your head.
I loved the rail and the race was well organized, even if a little light on the markings, and I can't wait to run it again. I'll spend the next year running it over and over in my head, and so, in a way, I've already started the next race.
Of course, none of this would be possible without the awesome support of Jaclyn who manages all our race entries and gets us there on time and dad who watched Aspen so we can run and everyone else who supports us so we can train so hard. Thanks.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Winter Series IV: Black Forest (20K)
Jaclyn writes:
This race was the last of four in the PPRR Winter Series. Every year I approach this race with the confidence that I've been training hard and am beyond prepared, and every year I am wrong. I seem to forget how difficult the Black Forest course is. I think it's quite literally "uphill both ways". The course is riddled with rolling hills, and I thought my long runs in the Garden of the Gods had me more than ready. Quite simply, I think the Garden has hills, but they are long and steady. Comparably, the Black Forest race has more hills that are short, sometimes steady and sometimes steep. The hills were only part of my demise. I think the wind is what killed my spirit.
During the first four miles or so, I regretted wearing pants and thought about the possibility of removing them. This, obviously, was not an option. The chaffing would be unbearable. After four miles, the exposed dirt roads allowed for the winds to stop me in my tracks. I, soon, was grateful for the pants. Resistance training might've improved my pace, like pushing the stroller uphill...with Duane in it. It was tough, but every racer deals with the same conditions. I did not PR in this race finishing at 1:55:11 and 3rd in my age division. I honestly don't know that I could've done anything differently. I was sick all week and was a little too physical during our all school fitness day on Friday. I felt defeated during the final 1.5 miles today. Realistically, I've accomplished a lot getting back to running after the baby and pulling out of the Athena division because I've lost so much weight (I've competed in the division for the past three years). I'm happy about my accomplishment and will be celebrating with a fine bottle of wine and a steak. We are looking forward to A Run Through Time in Salida and Canyonlands in Moab for next month.
This race was the last of four in the PPRR Winter Series. Every year I approach this race with the confidence that I've been training hard and am beyond prepared, and every year I am wrong. I seem to forget how difficult the Black Forest course is. I think it's quite literally "uphill both ways". The course is riddled with rolling hills, and I thought my long runs in the Garden of the Gods had me more than ready. Quite simply, I think the Garden has hills, but they are long and steady. Comparably, the Black Forest race has more hills that are short, sometimes steady and sometimes steep. The hills were only part of my demise. I think the wind is what killed my spirit.
During the first four miles or so, I regretted wearing pants and thought about the possibility of removing them. This, obviously, was not an option. The chaffing would be unbearable. After four miles, the exposed dirt roads allowed for the winds to stop me in my tracks. I, soon, was grateful for the pants. Resistance training might've improved my pace, like pushing the stroller uphill...with Duane in it. It was tough, but every racer deals with the same conditions. I did not PR in this race finishing at 1:55:11 and 3rd in my age division. I honestly don't know that I could've done anything differently. I was sick all week and was a little too physical during our all school fitness day on Friday. I felt defeated during the final 1.5 miles today. Realistically, I've accomplished a lot getting back to running after the baby and pulling out of the Athena division because I've lost so much weight (I've competed in the division for the past three years). I'm happy about my accomplishment and will be celebrating with a fine bottle of wine and a steak. We are looking forward to A Run Through Time in Salida and Canyonlands in Moab for next month.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Winter Series III (10 miles)
Jaclyn writes:
The Winter Series III race typically has the worst weather. A couple of years ago, it was a cold and windy ice storm. This year was quite different. The day was a beautiful 50 degrees or so, but the trail was covered in about six inches of snow from the previous week. The snow didn't pose much of a problem until the second half of the race, where the five mile racers turn around. I slipped a lot and might've benefited from screw shoes. The combination of snow and sunshine gave me a nasty little sunburn by the end of the race.
The course is another out and back, going north, on the Santa Fe trail from Baptist Road. I've run it a few times, but I always forget how uphill it really is going out. It seems really flat, but the hill is enough to give a lot of slide in combination with the snow. My race was pretty good. I was hoping to PR, and I did at 1:28. However, I was also hoping to run an average mile pace of 8 minutes. I'm blaming it on the snow. I had a solid race and it looks as if I might place in my age group this year. The age group is pretty tight and it's hard to tell where I might fall after the next race. Excitingly, anything is possible.
The weather was nice enough to bring Aspen along. Her smile is the greatest finish line after a tough race. She can't cheer for me, but it feels like she is every time I come home after a long run. I enjoyed doing yoga with her after my 12.7 mile training run in the Garden, today. I held her for a few stretches, then put her in the exersaucer to watch a few stretches. We played "peek-a-boo" yoga, as I would stretch in a pose, then glance back up to see her curiously looking back at me and giggling. These training moments are priceless and important, including her in our active lifestyle. I can't wait to start her swim lessons and run with her in the Bob all summer long.
Duane writes:
The thick snow of this race posed the same problem for everyone, but since the conditions were the same for all, so were the results, namely a slower race than expected.
I came into the race exactly 26 seconds behind the 4th place runner in the overall rankings. After watching him pull away from me the past two races, I was determined to make this a tougher competition. I beat him this race and caught up 25 seconds. We go into the fourth and final race nearly dead even. The most interesting development, though, is that one of the top three runners dropped out of the series. All three of the top runners were minutes ahead of me and the 4th place guy, so it didn't look like either of us would have stood a chance to move up, but now our race will probably decide who takes 3rd in the overall. That's the thing about a series of races with a cumulative time; avoiding training injury and the fortune to be present for every race are just as important as a PR and a strong finish. Probably, there's two guys looking at the results, one in each of our age groups (mine 35-39, his 25-29) secretly rooting for one or the other of us because if we move up into the top three, then a whole opens in the age group awards and they could move up. That's one of the beast parts of the fall and winter series; you never give up because you never know when the standings may shift in your favor.
The Winter Series III race typically has the worst weather. A couple of years ago, it was a cold and windy ice storm. This year was quite different. The day was a beautiful 50 degrees or so, but the trail was covered in about six inches of snow from the previous week. The snow didn't pose much of a problem until the second half of the race, where the five mile racers turn around. I slipped a lot and might've benefited from screw shoes. The combination of snow and sunshine gave me a nasty little sunburn by the end of the race.
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| At the finish. Picture from pprrun.org |
The weather was nice enough to bring Aspen along. Her smile is the greatest finish line after a tough race. She can't cheer for me, but it feels like she is every time I come home after a long run. I enjoyed doing yoga with her after my 12.7 mile training run in the Garden, today. I held her for a few stretches, then put her in the exersaucer to watch a few stretches. We played "peek-a-boo" yoga, as I would stretch in a pose, then glance back up to see her curiously looking back at me and giggling. These training moments are priceless and important, including her in our active lifestyle. I can't wait to start her swim lessons and run with her in the Bob all summer long.
Duane writes:
The thick snow of this race posed the same problem for everyone, but since the conditions were the same for all, so were the results, namely a slower race than expected.
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| Picture from pprrun.org |
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Winter Training - Breaking dawn, breaking trail
Breaking dawn, breaking trail in 4 inches of fresh powder is why I run. This morning I ran 14.2 miles on the Sante Fe trail. I ran north from Woodman until a little way past the Welcome to Colorado Springs sandstone sign on I-25. I saw two coyote the size of german shepherds, a herd of white tail deer and a falcon. I ran through snow flurries and moments of sunshine and more snow flurries and always, it seems, into the wind. Trudging might describe my pace since running on powder is like running through thick sand. Still, the moments of training when the conditions are most challenging are also the most sublime.
I didn't take a camera today, but the past couple of weekends have given me some early morning stop-in-your-tracks moments. Here's a few:
I didn't take a camera today, but the past couple of weekends have given me some early morning stop-in-your-tracks moments. Here's a few:
Frosty Chin
Garden of the Gods
Moon setting in early morning
Friday, January 28, 2011
Free Yoga
Jaclyn writes:
I've been struggling with the idea of getting back to teaching yoga. On one level, I feel like I'm challenged to keep a routine outside of work and I'm unsure about committing to helping others in their practice. It's actually quite a weight to lead others into a yoga practice and do it consciously. But, I've found a pretty stable personal practice at this point. When teaching yoga, it's key to have your own time to explore yourself and your breath within a personal practice. I feel that I am finally at a point to confidently provide that for myself.
I've also struggled with trying to find a place to teach and practice where I feel balance. In teacher trainings at Shoshoni, so many of us talk about not being able to maintain the peace we find there at home. My goal is to create that, somewhere, locally. Many local studios seem to stress a competitive practice and to generally promote elements of yoga that are not in alignment with my own studies. While I still feel like I haven't found the perfect balance, I have felt closer. Another struggle with local yoga is the price tag that goes along with it. I'll admit that I have an issue paying some of the steep prices at local studios and feel that this turns a lot of people away. So, I've decided to offer a free class, at least for now, to offset some of these frustrations.
Today was my first class taught in a little over a year. Though I was clearing some cobwebs while teaching, I really felt right at home. I'm using this year to find many pieces of myself that I left behind, somewhere. I've returned to dancing once a week. For some reason that was the scariest thing I've done in a long time. While I spent my first class tripping around on two left feet, I eventually found what I once loved so much sneaking a few glances in the mirror at, what was once, a dancer. I quit dance for a lot of complex and irrational reasons, but I'm happy to reclaim it once again. I also quit climbing awhile back, for much less dramatic reasons. But, I look forward to some indoor climbing this week. My next challenges are to find time for a little swimming to complete a triathlon this year and to figure out how rafting fits into my summer.
I've been struggling with the idea of getting back to teaching yoga. On one level, I feel like I'm challenged to keep a routine outside of work and I'm unsure about committing to helping others in their practice. It's actually quite a weight to lead others into a yoga practice and do it consciously. But, I've found a pretty stable personal practice at this point. When teaching yoga, it's key to have your own time to explore yourself and your breath within a personal practice. I feel that I am finally at a point to confidently provide that for myself.
I've also struggled with trying to find a place to teach and practice where I feel balance. In teacher trainings at Shoshoni, so many of us talk about not being able to maintain the peace we find there at home. My goal is to create that, somewhere, locally. Many local studios seem to stress a competitive practice and to generally promote elements of yoga that are not in alignment with my own studies. While I still feel like I haven't found the perfect balance, I have felt closer. Another struggle with local yoga is the price tag that goes along with it. I'll admit that I have an issue paying some of the steep prices at local studios and feel that this turns a lot of people away. So, I've decided to offer a free class, at least for now, to offset some of these frustrations.
Today was my first class taught in a little over a year. Though I was clearing some cobwebs while teaching, I really felt right at home. I'm using this year to find many pieces of myself that I left behind, somewhere. I've returned to dancing once a week. For some reason that was the scariest thing I've done in a long time. While I spent my first class tripping around on two left feet, I eventually found what I once loved so much sneaking a few glances in the mirror at, what was once, a dancer. I quit dance for a lot of complex and irrational reasons, but I'm happy to reclaim it once again. I also quit climbing awhile back, for much less dramatic reasons. But, I look forward to some indoor climbing this week. My next challenges are to find time for a little swimming to complete a triathlon this year and to figure out how rafting fits into my summer.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Winter Series II (8 mile)
Jaclyn writes:
Let's be honest. I love this race. If you aren't from the area, it isn't the best scenery, mostly a wide trail that runs along a dirty creek (unfortunately, that "trail" is now concrete). However, if you are from the area, the out and back course is flat with a very slight uphill on the way out and slight downhill on the return. I consistently do well on this race, probably making it my favorite. The day was really windy, too. Hoping for a PR, the wind was strong enough to make me slightly nervous (though, maybe a little relieved that I might have an excuse for not achieving my goal). My previous PR from 2009 was 1:08:28. I trained really hard with a great coach during that season. So, I was a little unsure about my goal to maintain between a 1:04 and 1:06. I thought this was a reasonable objective, given my training times. Nonetheless, I was intimidated, because I haven't had time to train consistently and seriously from a "coaching" standpoint. My finishing time was 1:05:12, and I clocked my distance at 8.1 miles. Overall, I'm really happy about this.
The race and my performance got me thinking about my training and running goals. I'm either setting really reasonable goals, or I'm not setting my expectations high enough. So, here I am in a conundrum regarding what I would like to do in these next two races.
The Baptist Road race is also flat and can be fast if the weather is agreeable. But, the weather is never agreeable. It's always seemed to be the "are you tough enough" race, where people drop out because there is an ice storm, or something of the like. The Black Forest race is long, lonely and hilly. I know my long distance trail training will give me a better time than I had in 2009.
I'm unsure how to use the next three weeks to prep myself for these races. Maybe I should be setting my expected mile times lower in my workouts and in my races. The approach I have had seems to be working; but, maybe I'm really not challenging myself hard enough. I'm fifth in my age group, and might be able to take the two runners above me. I smoked them in today's race, but they really had me by a long shot in the Cheyenne Mountain race. On one hand, they might not be distance runners. On the other, they might've had a bad day. It's really the game we all play when it comes to stats, races, and a running series. I don't even know what these girls look like, but I'd love to beat 'em.
Duane writes:
I'm so grateful to be having the best season of my life. I credit Aspen. Really. We go to bed earlier than ever before and last night she slept through the night (except for a 3 a.m. feeding, but I mostly sleep through those except for the diaper change) and she even slept in this morning until 7:30ish. We don't drink casually anymore or go to clubs. We eat in and eat well. So when people say that I've gotten really fast this season I joke and just say I don't know why... but it's because I'm finally behaving like a runner in training. Thanks Aspen.
This race was rough. The wind hit like a hammer and I made a rookie mistake which I totally knew was going to happen. Early in the run, I was bantering with a great local runner named Sean. We were hanging back in the middle of the front pack and we were just cheering the 4 milers who were on the return and talking about the race and stuff. I said it felt like at almost 40 years old I was finally learning about running. Before the race Sean had said I was getting fast. He's a really good runner and that was a great compliment. He also said he was going to just train this race, cruising the ebb and pushing the flow. I wanted to push now, so in the next mile, I pushed to the front of the pack and became the wind break for everyone who wanted to tuck in behind. And there I stayed for the next two and a half miles, right up until the turn around.
Then the two guys who had stayed right behind me, drafting like smart, experienced racers, jumped in front of me and took off with the wind at their back. I was 4th at the turn around and twenty steps later I was 6th. Sean was still hanging out with the pack at, I don't know, 12th or something.
I got into my head and drove myself. I knew both racers, a little. The first guy was the same person who caught me in the last 100 yards at the last race. The second guy, Joe, and I had talked a little after the last race and even though I had beaten him at Cheyenne Mountain, he was ahead of me now and looked strong. At mile six, when he dropped his pace a little, I advanced and gained the spot back, but there was too much distance left to feel comfortable. The fourth place guy was still in my sights so I pushed to keep within 20 seconds.
I pushed harder than I can remember ever pushing in a race, talking to myself a lot, and when I was almost at 7 miles I was getting comfortable with finishing 5th. Suddenly, and this is important, because it was sudden, another runner was on my right shoulder, close enough to talk quietly. And then Sean said great job, sort of over his shoulder, as he passed me. I chased him to the finish, but never closed the distance. I guess I still have a lot to learn about running.
Let's be honest. I love this race. If you aren't from the area, it isn't the best scenery, mostly a wide trail that runs along a dirty creek (unfortunately, that "trail" is now concrete). However, if you are from the area, the out and back course is flat with a very slight uphill on the way out and slight downhill on the return. I consistently do well on this race, probably making it my favorite. The day was really windy, too. Hoping for a PR, the wind was strong enough to make me slightly nervous (though, maybe a little relieved that I might have an excuse for not achieving my goal). My previous PR from 2009 was 1:08:28. I trained really hard with a great coach during that season. So, I was a little unsure about my goal to maintain between a 1:04 and 1:06. I thought this was a reasonable objective, given my training times. Nonetheless, I was intimidated, because I haven't had time to train consistently and seriously from a "coaching" standpoint. My finishing time was 1:05:12, and I clocked my distance at 8.1 miles. Overall, I'm really happy about this.
The race and my performance got me thinking about my training and running goals. I'm either setting really reasonable goals, or I'm not setting my expectations high enough. So, here I am in a conundrum regarding what I would like to do in these next two races.
The Baptist Road race is also flat and can be fast if the weather is agreeable. But, the weather is never agreeable. It's always seemed to be the "are you tough enough" race, where people drop out because there is an ice storm, or something of the like. The Black Forest race is long, lonely and hilly. I know my long distance trail training will give me a better time than I had in 2009.
I'm unsure how to use the next three weeks to prep myself for these races. Maybe I should be setting my expected mile times lower in my workouts and in my races. The approach I have had seems to be working; but, maybe I'm really not challenging myself hard enough. I'm fifth in my age group, and might be able to take the two runners above me. I smoked them in today's race, but they really had me by a long shot in the Cheyenne Mountain race. On one hand, they might not be distance runners. On the other, they might've had a bad day. It's really the game we all play when it comes to stats, races, and a running series. I don't even know what these girls look like, but I'd love to beat 'em.
Duane writes:
I'm so grateful to be having the best season of my life. I credit Aspen. Really. We go to bed earlier than ever before and last night she slept through the night (except for a 3 a.m. feeding, but I mostly sleep through those except for the diaper change) and she even slept in this morning until 7:30ish. We don't drink casually anymore or go to clubs. We eat in and eat well. So when people say that I've gotten really fast this season I joke and just say I don't know why... but it's because I'm finally behaving like a runner in training. Thanks Aspen.
This race was rough. The wind hit like a hammer and I made a rookie mistake which I totally knew was going to happen. Early in the run, I was bantering with a great local runner named Sean. We were hanging back in the middle of the front pack and we were just cheering the 4 milers who were on the return and talking about the race and stuff. I said it felt like at almost 40 years old I was finally learning about running. Before the race Sean had said I was getting fast. He's a really good runner and that was a great compliment. He also said he was going to just train this race, cruising the ebb and pushing the flow. I wanted to push now, so in the next mile, I pushed to the front of the pack and became the wind break for everyone who wanted to tuck in behind. And there I stayed for the next two and a half miles, right up until the turn around.
Then the two guys who had stayed right behind me, drafting like smart, experienced racers, jumped in front of me and took off with the wind at their back. I was 4th at the turn around and twenty steps later I was 6th. Sean was still hanging out with the pack at, I don't know, 12th or something.
I got into my head and drove myself. I knew both racers, a little. The first guy was the same person who caught me in the last 100 yards at the last race. The second guy, Joe, and I had talked a little after the last race and even though I had beaten him at Cheyenne Mountain, he was ahead of me now and looked strong. At mile six, when he dropped his pace a little, I advanced and gained the spot back, but there was too much distance left to feel comfortable. The fourth place guy was still in my sights so I pushed to keep within 20 seconds.
I pushed harder than I can remember ever pushing in a race, talking to myself a lot, and when I was almost at 7 miles I was getting comfortable with finishing 5th. Suddenly, and this is important, because it was sudden, another runner was on my right shoulder, close enough to talk quietly. And then Sean said great job, sort of over his shoulder, as he passed me. I chased him to the finish, but never closed the distance. I guess I still have a lot to learn about running.
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