Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Rocky Raccoon 25K

I think I'm deranged. This afternoon, I signed up to run the RR 25K up in Huntsville State Park this Saturday.


I hear it's a really good tune-up run for Sunmart 50K. Not that I'm going to run that crazy race anytime soon.

Most probably not.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Official Houston Half Result

Chip Time: 2:00:38 (missed breaking 2 hours by 39 seconds!!!)
Pace: 9:15/mile
First Split: 1:00:04 (9:06/mile pace)
Second Split: 1:01:08 (9:16/mile pace)

Again, perfect weather and perfect execution equals a great road race.

2007 Houston Half Marathon

Houston Striders know how to organize a road race. They are always so well organized. Here's a shout out to Steve Shepard and crew. Great job y'all!

51 degrees greeted me this morning. I seem to perform the best when the temp is in the 50's. It never feels too hot or cold. A sleeveless tech shirt and tech shorts is all you need. You don't even need to drink too much water/Gatorade. Despite the favorable weather, I only got to run an average race. I think I missed breaking 2 hour mark. (Still waiting for official race time as I forgot to turn on the stop watch at the start) Just didn't push hard enough. I could tell right away when the race was over, my ending heart rate was only 150. That is just normal running exertion. Oh well.

Mile 1: Forgot to start the stopwatch
Mile 2: 9:09
Mile 3: 9:00
Mile 4: 8:58
Mile 5: 8:49
Mile 6: 9:08
Mile 7: 9:03
Mile 8: 9:10
Mile 9: 9:19
Mile 10: 9:24
Mile 11: 9:29
Mile 12: 9:21
Mile 13: 9:31
Mile 13.1: 0:54

Total: 1:51:20 plus Mile 1 = 2 hours and 1 minute?

I started to fade somewhere after mile 8. Hmm, was that possibly because I was distracted by a really pretty time caller at mile 8? Or was it because the lady with a bullhorn who's name comes after May forgot my name?!?! (Apparently, this was not June. Sorry! - HC)

Saw a lot of familiar faces today. Steeeve Shepard at the relay exchange, Vic Kaiser on the course, Jamoosh with his St. Arnold singlet at the finish area (I think he passed me around mile 9), Pony Peterson, Coach Dwyer, Steve Bezner, Sarah Graybeal (from far away), Joe Carey, Humble Runner, Felix Lugo with a bullhorn, Beth Whitehead, the Woodlands Fit Coach, Jennifer Kim in the back seat of a Houston Police Cruiser (Lead Pace Vehicle) and many others I'm not able to remember at this moment. All that gives this a home town race feel.

I wasn't able to hang around after the race so regrettably, I was gone after eating that delicious lettuce wrap in the finish area. We all got a pretty cool looking medal.

Again, one great road race, here in Houston. Try it out next year, you won't be disappointed.

Next Race: HMSA 25K

Monday, October 22, 2007

Tempo Run

Normally, there is always a rest day between running days. But when Houston weather beckons with a 57 degree temperature at 6:30 PM, who can resist? I celebrated cooler weather with a long sleeve tech shirt. It's glorious to be alive and fit enough to run.

Mile 1: 8:39
Mile 2: 8:21
Mile 3: 7:55
0.1: 0:42

Total: 25:38
Pace: 8:16/mile

On another note: Shoe washing. Namely running shoes. I do wash my running shoes. But only after it's useful life has been spent. I wash "dead" shoes in the washing machine on delicate cycle. I wash it with the laces and insoles taken out. These items are washed together but separately. Then I let them air dry in the garage. I wash them because the upper mesh of the running shoes really don't wear out during running. So when they come out of the wash, the shoes look new, except for the soles being worn out and not bouncy. I use these for casual wear and for gym workout.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Sunday Morning Long Run

Shoe Update:

The new Kayano 13's only have 3 miles in them but the retired pair is in the washing machine and so I had no choice but to wear the new pair. I'm having some heel slippage issue with the new Kayanos and so after researching multiple lacing methods on the net, I decided to use the last set of eyelets on the shoe for the first time in my life. It seems to have done the trick. No issues what so ever with the shoes today, other than tying my left one too tight but it wasn't bothersome enough to stop running to loosen it. I even drank on the run. So, no walk breaks today.

Weather was nice this morning. I think it was in the low 60's at the start. I love starting my long runs in the dark. Stars were out in full view when I started. Sun had just peaked over the tree line when I finished. Perfect way to start the day.

Run Summary:

Distance: 10.2 miles
Time: 1:36:15
Pace: 9:26/mile
Shoes: Asics Gel Kayano 13 (13.3 miles)

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Recovery Run

Recovery and new shoes.

I suppose technically, I'm still recovering from the near marathon (which is kind of like near beer.....and both are very lacking in satisfaction) but since that was really like a long run, I really don't have to worry about recovery. That explains why my 10 miler time was so good this past weekend.

After work weather conditions weren't too bad. 83 with medium to high humidity. I have finally retired my Asics Gel Kayano 12's and introduced my feet to Kayano 13's. First impressions. They feel lighter but also less cushiony. It also felt a little stiffer than the 12's. Perhaps they need to be broken in even though I don't remember 11's and 12's needing to be broken in. Having tired legs didn't help matters either.

My legs felt pretty flat, no spring in it at all. Perhaps they need a little more rest. The 3rd mile was a little trying and I was glad it was over when the end came.

Mile 1: 9:00
Mile 2: 8:42
Mile 3: 8:14
0.1: 0:47

Total: 26:44
Pace: 8:37/mile

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Lesson Learned

I made a small change to my long distance race routine. On today's 10 for Texas, I carried a $10 bill with me for the first time in my racing career. This is my new emergency measure to take away any possibility of not being able to buy a drink should such a need arises. Knowing I had the bill gave me an extra measure of confidence.

It also allowed me to celebrate my P.R. by buying myself a Grande Coffee at Market Place Starbucks right after the run. :)

10 For Texas

Cool and slightly breezy. Just before leaving the house, the Weather Channel reported local temperature to be 60. Nice.

I love home town races. You can get up later, drive a short distance and be in the middle of it without much effort of getting "there." Perhaps that's why I enjoyed this year's 10 For Texas just as much as last year's version.

Run stats according to my Timex:

Mile 1: 9:20
Mile 2: 8:56
Mile 3: 9:11
Mile 4: 9:09
Mile 5: 9:11
Mile 6: 9:05
Mile 7: 9:08
Mile 8: 9:00
Mile 9: 9:16
Mile 10: 9:32

Total: 1:31:53 (P.R. by 2 seconds!)
Pace: 9:11/mile

Rock solid pacing. I guess I ran out of gas on the last mile. Cool weather, uncrowded water stations, plenty of fluids well spaced runners after mile 2. Perfect kind of racing to grab a P.R.

Official Race Result:

485th runner out of 1112 finishers to finish.
First 5 Miles: 45:50.2 Pace: 9:10/M
2nd 5 Miles: 46:02.0 Pace: 9:12/M
Chip Time: 1:31:52.2
Gun Time: 1:32:25.2

Below is my last year's time:

Mile 1: 9:07
Mile 2: 9:11
Mile 3: 9:57
Mile 4: 9:26
Mile 5: 9:27
Mile 6: 9:19
Mile 7: 9:01
Mile 8: 9:41
Mile 9: 9:13
Mile 10: 7:27

Elapsed: 1:31:55
Pace: 9:12/Mile

Pretty amazing how close it is. Although I think I ran it better this year because last year had a short last mile as you can see.

Bill Dwyer was Mile 1 pace caller and then later chip remover. I said hi to Bill at mile one and when I finished, he shouted out, "I'm removing Holden's timing chip!!" What a guy. Always so upbeat and energetic. Thanks for volunteering Coach Bill!

Major shout out to "K" whom I spoke to before the race.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Beating the Dead Horse Deader - Final Comment

Jay Mariotti is a sports columnist for Chicago Sun-Times. His article seem to sum up the marathon very well and what it means to Chicago and their Olympic hope for 2016.

I still hear the ambulance sirens too!

Marathon Expo

Please excuse the poor quality of this camera phone image. I was impressed at how big Chicago Marathon Expo was. Wow! This picture does not do justice but it was huge!

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Next Race: 10 For Texas

Looking back on last weekend's adventure, I can say it was well worth the experience. In fact, I wouldn't trade it for any other marathon experience. Here's my lessons learned. Carry a $20 bill. It doesn't weigh that much and it can come in handy during emergencies. Runners with cash made out OK. Since Chicago Marathon ran through the city, there was plenty of opportunity to buy water from convenience stores. I personally do not like to carry my own water during an organized race so I won't recommend that. Other than that, there will be other races, so always asses your condition before and during the race based on how you feel and what the weather is.

Next Race: 10 For Texas. The weather for Saturday is looking mighty good for a nice run in the Woodlands. Hope to see a bunch of you there.

Monday, October 08, 2007

Houston Race Organizers and Volunteers ROCK!

I didn't realize how spoiled I was before. Houston knows how to organize races. Houston also knows how to feed the runners. Recovery food at the Chicago Marathon consisted of, banana, apple, fig newtons, bagels and bottled water. That was it!

So here it is:


Did Chicago Marathon Have Enough Water? NOT!

There has been a lot of talk about whether there was enough water on the course or not. Here is my take. As I understand, only about 35,000 runners showed up. So, if you were geared towards 45,000 runners and 10,000 was a no show, there should have been enough water. The math does not add up.

Another point. Weather forecasters have been predicting since Monday that it was going to be unusually hot this weekend. That would have given the organizers enough time to get more water. Apparently, this did not happen in time.

There was not enough water. Marathoners are a hardy lot. We can withstand any hot weather conditions. But without water, that is not possible, no matter how tough you are.

Shame on Chicago Marathon officials. They've been spinning this water issue as soon as they called off the race. Hydration supply was inadequate. I know. I was there.

O.K. Off the soap box.

Chicago Marathon 2007 Edition Minus a Few Miles

What would Jon do? Run it of course. With me on board my Southwest flight to Chicago Saturday morning was a sleeveless tech shirt (white), a pair of running socks, running shorts and my Asics. I was planning to run somewhere in Chicago so I needed all that. But what would my runner friend Jon do? Run the marathon of course. I reviewed the course map again and decided that I could quit at halfway point and walk back to the finish. So I went to the Expo to pick up my packet. Bonus! I got to see John Bingham giving a speech when I was there at McCormick Place.

Race Morning:

Thinking that 45,000 runners would cause mass chaos and mayhem with traffic, I elected to take the "EL" to downtown. Apparently, a lot of smart folks like me thought the same. The train I was in was jammed packed with runners. That was a cool site. The nervous energy and anticipation was pretty cool. At every stop, there was more runners that got on. There I was, on a train bound for downtown Chicago at 6 AM, filled to the gills with runners. Pretty cool indeed!

I got off the train around 7 AM, the sky is turning red with the rising sun. I find my way to the gear check location. I take off my long sleeve and stuff it into my bag. I count out 3 Gu packs and a packet of Clif blocks. I put my bib on and check my gear. Off to the port-a-johns. I finally get out of the toilets around 7:40 AM. Now hurrying to the start area. Oh the mass of humanity at this point. There was runners everywhere trying to position themselves in the start area. I nudge forward until I can nudge no more. I am standing in the 11 minute mile zone. The 4:45 pacer is slightly ahead of me and the 5:00 pacer is behind me. From my vantage point, the starting line seem to be in a different zip code. Holy Cow. Soon the starting gun goes off.....and nothing happens.....

Slowly but surely, the mass of runners started to move. We are now walking in fits and stops. Almost 20 minute passes before I cross the starting line. And we are off! First few miles weave through some famous downtown streets. The crowds are deafening. This is truly an international event. Cheering contingents from Germany, Holland, Mexico, Belgium, Korea, Swiss and countless other flags I cannot make out are waving from the crowd. I hear many many different languages spoken by runners from all over the world. I am impressed. What a great Marathon event I'm thinking. A downtown bank display indicates a temperature of 77. I'm a little concerned but I'm from Houston, as long as I hydrate well, I should be OK.

First aid station comes just before mile 2. We are still running in tight packs. I wonder with so many runners, does it really thin out? The first aid station is mobbed. The mass quantities of runners totally overwhelm the volunteers. But it is still orderly at this time. The volunteers line the tables and are handing out drinks. You just have to crawl to a very slow walk to get a drink. I end up with a half cup of Gatorade. I expected this. All marathons and half marathons I've participated in has problems with the first stop because of the density of runners hitting the spot at the same time. I think nothing of this and continue to enjoy the race. While running through downtown, we were also running through shades created by the tall buildings.

2nd aid station comes up between mile 3 and 4, still in downtown. But there is a problem. The right side of the street is totally out of Gatorade and water. Volunteers tell us to go the the left side to get some water. I look over. There is a mass of runners about 5 deep clamoring for water. They are not moving. The volunteers are not lined up in the street. The runners are on both sides of the aide tables. Glancing at my watch, I decide it is not worth it. We are still early and hopefully it will thin out by the next aid station. Still not alarmed, I continue to enjoy running in the shade and absorbing in the crowd's energy and enthusiasm. Soon we leave downtown and enter Lincoln Park. I see a runner carrying an American flag. It's Felix Lugo and his entourage. I'm on the other side of the street and don't make an attempt to cross over to say hi. As I passed him, I hear Felix calling for a walk break. What a great guy. The flag looks overly heavy on him today. We lost the shade at Lincoln Park and the sun starts to beat down hard.

3rd aid station is in Lincoln Park. We are getting close to mile 6 and I had only had a half cup of Gatorade to this point. I have never gone this far with so little water ever. I don't feel bad yet but I know I've been sweating profusely. By now, I've passed the 4:45 pace group. There is mass chaos and confusion at the aid station. Again, I see no lines of volunteers. It has degenerated down to desperate runners like me looking for any kind of fluid. I don't see any cups on the table. I've decided that going without water at this point is dangerous. So I started to scavenge. I see a guy drinking out of a big 5 gallon plastic jug. I recognize the jug as the ones volunteers were using to fill the cups in station one. I ask if I can get a drink. We share. We both drink 3 large gulps of it thinking that is as much as we can drink without the water sloshing in our stomach. We part ways. Off I go. That whole episode lasts about 4 minutes.

We keep pushing north until Addison avenue. There the run takes a turn to the west and quickly back south towards downtown. I elect to run on the left hand side of the street to get some shielding from the sun. A lot of runners do the same. The crowd energy is unbelievable. How can so many people line the streets? This level of support goes on almost uninterrupted through the whole race. Amazing! Fourth aid station comes up right after 8 mile marker. Same scene unfolds. This aid station is run by a pretty sharp station captain. They are also over run and under supplied. But they kept furiously lining the tables with empty cups. Once you pick that up, a volunteer pour the water into your cup. Bunch of runners surround every volunteer with water jugs. When one runs out, you have to find another one and get in line. I don't see many volunteers however. What the hell is going on? I later learn on local news that a lot of the volunteers are dispatched into the neighborhood homes to fill their jugs with tap water. The fluid had run out! Shit! I am able to get a cup of water and a cup of Gatorade. Time spent in the aid station: 4 minutes. Can this be real? I am now starting to re-strategize my efforts. Even if I keep a ten minute pace, I'm going to get killed by the aid station fiasco.

By now, the mood of the runners change. The jubilant happy go lucky attitude slowly changes over to one of despair. Talking subsides. Everyone is grumbling about water. Runners who brought along cash dashes into convenience stores to buy water. I start to see a lot of runners carrying disposable water bottles. Ones carrying cell phones are calling their loved ones to meet them with water bottles. And we have yet to cross mile 10.

Aid station 5 comes and goes around mile 10 and a half. We are about to enter downtown again. The tall buildings offer some shade. This helps a lot. The crowd in deafening. They are so totally enthusiastic that it is hard not to get energized. Everyone around me seemed to collectively pickup speed. Aid station 6 comes up. This one is totally stocked and volunteers are disciplined. They are lined up with water and Gatorade on both sides of the street. Perhaps they were the first ones to be re-stocked. Or they had the best aid station captain. Either way, I now feel pretty good. I hope that the water situation is now OK going forward. By now we're at mile 12 and I decide I feel good enough to continue. I tell myself that as long as there is water and Gatorade I can make it. I pop my second Gu at this point and press on to check out Greek town and Little Italy.

Shortly after passing Greek town, aid station 7 comes up. We are now close to mile 14 and I feel good as this is now the farthest I've run since August. Nothing hurts and no cramps. Good. Except the aid station is again chaotic. Water is hard to find again. I search and finally find a cup. Now I search frantically for water. I spot a few clustered runners and make may way to one of them. There, an aid worker is pouring water from the jug to cups lined up in front of her. Before she gets to me, she runs out of water. Crap! SHIT. These are thoughts going through my mind. I find another cluster of runners. This time, I get a pour, the last one from her jug. Other runners that did not get water starts to groan. The volunteer is sincerely sorry and apologizes. It is not her fault. No one takes out their frustration on her. A bunch of us thank her for helping the best she could. Others search for water. I gulp down and press on. It is getting incredibly hot. Most roads are blacktop. The road is getting hot too! At this point, I decide to conserve energy by running a block and walking a block. I see United Center and briefly think about a time when I went to see Michael Jordan play. It is hot. Did I mention it was hot? I'm starting to not think straight. I start to hear the wail of ambulances. This was a non stop event from this point on. Soon I come across runners sitting by the road side, some lying down, being attended by medical personnel and spectators. Wow. Sobering. We make another turn at mile 15 and now head east.

Aid Station 8, just short of mile 16 was not fun. I manage to get a half cup of water. Runners are in despair. It is no longer fun. More runners are lying by the roadside being attended. I see some runners in stretchers going into ambulances. I see some neighbors going into their houses and bringing out every bottled water they had. I miss out on every one of these occasions. About a 3rd of mile past aid station 8 we come close to downtown again for the last time. Do I quit or do I go on? I debate and debate. We are halfway to mile 17. At mile 17, I only have 9 miles to go. 9! It is less than 10 I tell myself. How can you quit now? This is the 30th running, a historic event!

Mile 17 comes and goes. Less than a mile to go to the next aid station. It is getting very hot. A bank thermometer displays 92. 92! Ambulance sirens continue to wail away. Now fire trucks join in on the melee. I wondered why so many fire trucks were out with sirens blazing. Later I find out. They are opening fire hydrants and spraying runners with water from their hoses. Aid Station 9 comes up. Again, disorganization. I find a cup. I find a runner pouring water. I stick my cup out and get a half a cup filled. Again, I luck out.

Mile 18 comes up. Shortly thereafter, a band comes on their loud speaker to say, "The race has been cancelled. Please stop running. There is no water beyond this point. You must walk. Please start walking." I'm not sure if I should believe that. Half of us shrug it off. Others ask, "Will we still get medals?" Who the hell knows. Who cares? I'm thinking, "I'm at the 18th mile. What the heck?" Soon, police officers start the same announcement. "Please stop running. The race has been called off. There is no more water through the rest of the course." Some runners ask, "What are we supposed to do? Is there a bus picking us up?" There is no bus. Then again, how would you pick up around 20,000 runners? We walk, and walk and walk. Spectators are still shouting words of encouragement. I see a lot of people with garden hoses spraying and a lot of runners grateful for it. I see more spectators handing out bottled water and runners saying, "God bless you!" Very heart warming. Yet again, I'm not fast enough to get one before it's gone. At this point, I also see low flying helicopters with initials CFD (Chicago Fire Department? )on the belly with a loud speaker announcing, "The race has been called off. Do not run. Please walk. There is no more water on the course."

At 30K point, the timing mat does not chirp. I hear that the timing mats have been turned off to discourage runners from...well, running. What the heck. I turn off my watch in disgust. Mile 19, 20 an 21 goes by.....still walking and no water. A bunch of us decide to take a short cut around 21.5 mile and rejoin the course a few hundred yards short of the 25th mile. Basically, we bypassed Chinatown. As we're walking, cars roll down their windows and passengers start clapping at us. They are still encouraging us to press forward! We must have looked totally defeated. I take a look back and forth. There is a line of runners as far as the eye can see, trudging along. Few more hours of this and I think I'd understand how the hero's of the Bataan death march must have felt. Maybe not. At least there's no one here to beat the crap out of you or shoot you if you stopped to sit down, which a lot of runners were doing. Now back on course, soon I see "1 mile to go" sign. Crowd has not let up. They are energetic and encouraging us on. They all knew the race was cancelled by now but no matter. Some of us start running again. With half mile to go, I cannot resist further. Water or no water. If the finish area was out of water, I figured I can drink out of Buckingham fountain. I run. It feels good to be running again. Soon, I see the final straight-a-way. 400 meters, 300, 200, 100 meters to go. I am now soaring as best I could. Finally, I cross the line. A volunteer hands me a bottle of water. As I'm drinking it down, I see 3 people on stretchers, getting put into ambulances. Apparently, some of the runners collapsed after finally making it back to the finish line. What a day.

Official Chip Time:

5K: 0:33:40
10K: 1:08:05
15K: 1:43:20
20K: 2:22:29
HALF: 2:31:13
25K: 3:03:13
30K and beyond: Timing mats are turned off! What the heck! Oh well, no more recorded time.
Chicago Marathon site records my finish time as 5:12:21 but this cannot be accurate.

Thursday, October 04, 2007


How about a running post for a change? Humidity seems to have disappeared for now. It was even cool enough for an enjoyable evening run. So, after work, there I was, running my very familiar 5K course around the neighborhood.

Mile 1: 9:16
Mile 2: 8:57
Mile 3.1: 9:31

Total: 27:45
Pace: 8:57/mile

I'm glad for the seasonal change. Although it is hard to tell in general, I can tell the weather is turning. The humidity is no longer oppressive. The nights are a little cooler. These are all good signs for runners.

Life has been a little monotonous lately. It will be good to be taking a break and going to Chicago. Have a great weekend.

Monday, October 01, 2007

Flying on 9-11-07

I'm kind of way behind on a bunch of posts. I flew to Cleveland on 9-11 this year. There was only about 30 passengers flying with me that day. In fact, I had the whole exit row to myself. A B737 with only 30 folks pretty much guarantees a row of seats to every passenger. I don't think I've been on such an empty flight since Reagan was President. I suppose there still is some stigma attached to 9-11 and flying. As I was pondering the meaning of that dreadful event, I saw the rising sun's reflection coming off these cloud formation. It was really beautiful to watch as the high bypass CFM 56 turbofan engines powered our jet towards Cleveland.

Mr. Magoo

One weekend morning, I come home after walking the dog and I find this turtle on our front porch. My first thought is that it is a decoration my wife picked up from Garden Ridge or something. But the dog starts going wild and I can see his head moving in and out of his shell. Neat-o! Soon the whole family is awake and the kids want to know if they can adopt this thing. I think it lives close to my house. I haven't seen it since but I named it, Mr. Magoo.