Stingers, Kinvaras or Hattori’s? A hard choice to make

Hard to argue with success

I’m less than two weeks away from running my fourth consecutive Marcie Mazzola race.  The first time I ran it was in 2009 when the distance was 4 miles. The course was shortened the next year to 5K to increase the number of participants. What didn’t change was the big hill on Woodhull Road that makes up a good part of the first mile. After three races along that course, I’m actually looking forward to the hill challenge this year.

Once runners get past the big hill, the course reverts to a net negative elevation, providing some great opportunities to let loose on the downhills. I’m on the fence about which running shoes I’ll use for this race, but I’m thinking it may be between my latest two pairs: the Spira Stinger XLT’s and the Saucony Kinvara 3’s.

I’ve done my last two long runs in the Spiras and they have performed exceedingly well. I was prepared to dismiss them as a gimmick when offered the opportunity to test them on Runner’s Tech Review and I’m glad I stayed open minded. Make no mistake about this shoe – it’s lightweight, comfortable, supportive and responsive.

The Kinvara 3’s are also very nice. I loved my original Kinvaras but found the Kinvara 2’s less appealing each time I tried them on. To be fair, I never ran in them, so I don’t really know how they’d have performed. I do know that the Kinvara 3’s feel more like the original and, with their 4mm ramp angle, suit my preference for a lower platform. I have had noticeable irritation in one foot when running in these shoes, but I suspect it’s as much a foot issue as it is a shoe problem.

It’s hard to determine which of these shoes would serve me better for a fast 5K. Perhaps I’ll simply opt for door #3 and run with the venerable Hattori’s. These shoes, despite over 300 miles on their thin soles, still deliver one of the best running experiences I’ve ever encountered.

Upping my game to reach an elusive PR

Today’s workout (elliptical): 25 minutes

Tabata training and intervals have got me thinking about my current racing performance. The good news is that, since last June, I’ve been on a streak where I’ve set new PR’s for 4 miles, 8K and 10K. In addition, I’ve achieved best ever times on five races that I do every year. The bad news is that I’m about to come around again to those races and the challenge of meeting or beating my best times will be much harder.

I believe that my improved performance is attributable to three things: more racing experience, smarter preparation methods and better weather conditions. I can’t count on the weather and there’s not much more I can do in terms of race day prep. The key for continued achievement in 2012 will be better training. I have a few ideas about that.

My next race is six weeks away. It’s a 5K and I generally run those races as a controlled sprint. 5K is the only distance where I didn’t PR in 2011, even though I ran three of them. My 5K PR is 25:50 (8:19 pace) from a race I ran in 2009. I came within 16 seconds of that time last December, but almost doesn’t count.

The key to my training for the Marcie Mazzola 5K will be a much greater focus on intensity. This, coupled with increased core and strength workouts, may help me move the time needle from 25:50 towards 24:52 (8:00 pace). I have no expectation that I’ll get there in April, but I may yet beat my 8:19 PR.

Reflections on the 2012 Long Beach Snowflake Run

Today’s run (street): 3.3 miles

Ran the race, got the t-shirt

Yesterday’s 4 mile PR was a nice surprise. I’m hoping it had more to do with my training than the fact that the race is run over a fairly flat course. As always, there are lessons learned after a race. Besides the obvious (don’t wear threadbare Hattori’s in freezing cold, wet weather) there may be deeper discoveries.

For one thing, I learned that my ideal pacing for a four mile race should be more similar to running a 5K than an 8K. Going all out on the first mile yesterday didn’t hurt me and I was able to maintain a credible pace for the remaining three. On 8K’s and 5 mile runs, a start like that would put me into bonk territory before the end (and it has).

Second, although I’ve run about 25 races since 2009, I had never taken advantage of following a “pacer.” This is a fellow racer who runs a little faster than I would normally go. The pros use them and now I understand why. Locking in on a stronger runner, and blocking out everything else, helped me maintain a competitive pace through the last mile of the race.

On the same theme, I continue to exploit a lesson that Dave taught me a couple of years ago regarding start position. Even though I tend to finish in the 30-50% percentile, starting closer to the front (especially on races that don’t provide a starting line sensor) is a great way to achieve a fast first mile. It’s like the pacer concept, except everyone around you is helping. A high tide lifts all boats.

Despite everything I’ve read about essential rest after a race or a hard run, I continue to go out for easy recovery runs the next day. I did that today, in the 7 degree weather (with wind chill) because I was still a little wired from Saturday. I purposely maintained a pace that was minutes slower than yesterday’s and it felt good for the first half hour. At that point the strain of the race (and poor rest overnight) caught up to me.

I toughed out the last half mile and was happy to have put in a couple of good efforts this weekend. Next weekend I will start my half marathon training where I’ll need to complete at least one seven mile base run. The training never ends, and neither does the learning.

My running buddy’s race day nightmare

Today’s run (street): 5.25 miles

Two years ago I was near the end of my recovery from a serious bout of pneumonia. It was so severe that I was forced to spend a week in the hospital. This was an awful experience, but it could have been far worse. I’m still thankful to my friends, family and work colleagues who supported me through that long ordeal. As sick as I was, I never felt it was a life and death situation. Now let me tell you about my friend Dave.

Through this blog, I have connected with a number of great people, some of whom I’ve been fortunate enough to meet for a run or two. Dave and I both live on Long Island and we’ve got together to run a number of times. Dave is a strong runner, with an enviable ability to increase his speed as he went along on longer runs. In races, Dave would usually cross the finish line a couple of minutes before I did. But on long runs at Bethpage, our conversation helped us settle into a mutually agreeable pace.

The last time I saw Dave was at the Dirty Sock 10K last August. We both did well on that challenging course through the woods. Afterward, we talked about doing a Cow Harbor practice run in a few weeks, but we didn’t get around to doing that. In fact I hadn’t heard from Dave until I got a note from him this weekend. He wrote to tell me that he’d suffered a heart attack during a ten mile race last weekend.

I was completely shocked by this news. This is a guy who runs and bikes and lives a very active life. But on this race day morning, Dave discovered that he had an undetected blockage that brought him down at mile six. In those situations, the severity of the problem may not be obvious. There’s only a small window of time to recognize the difference between electrolyte depletion and a life-threatening event. Thankfully Dave had the presence of mind to flag down a race volunteer and request an EMT.

Even after the EMT’s arrived, Dave’s troubles continued. He endured quite a bit as they worked on him in the ambulance before arriving at the closest hospital, where the ER doctors struggled to stabilize his condition. They smartly sent him to a another hospital that was better equipped to handle the situation. It was there that they discovered the blockages and got his vitals back to normal. Amazingly, he was released after a couple of days.

I’m thrilled that Dave came through this so well and he’s taking steps to correct his issues. He’s a strong, fit guy and I know he’ll get through this fine. I can only imagine how fast he’s going to be when his heart is back to full working order. Even if that’s the case, I’m sure Dave will graciously run at my pace when we return to Bethpage for another long run.

Except for the numbers, it felt like a race

Today’s run (street): 2.5 miles

Maybe I spoke too soon regarding Punxsutawney Phil. He saw his shadow on Thursday and, this morning, I stepped out to unexpectedly chilly temperatures. While I stood waiting for a GPS signal, I was reminded of the minutes before the start of a winter race. I shivered and hopped, knowing that the discomforting cold would give way to warmth after a few minutes of hard running.

I’d under-dressed for my run because the local TV station displayed the temperature at 31 degrees. With steady winds, it felt much colder. My run stated in the direction of the wind (north) and the only thing that got me through the first section was the knowledge that the road would soon curve west. Even then it was still cold, so I pushed my pace a bit to generate some heat. I didn’t start to feel comfortable until I’d passed my first mile.

Since I’d started the run at a brisk pace, I did my best to maintain it. I’d hoped to average close to 9:00/mile or even below. Incorporating plenty of arm swing, I thought my cadence might improve, but I wasn’t able to generate the speed I was hoping for. I’m fairly certain that running at 4:00 AM, just minutes after waking up, limits my performance capabilities. But I have had a few early morning runs in the mid-8 minute range so faster times are possible.

I ran my route today 1:07 faster than on Wednesday, which gave me a half minute improvement on my pace. Although I didn’t break 9:00 (or 9:10 for that matter), I was happy with my results. Still, for a run that felt at the start like a race, the numbers fell a little short.

Seeing red at this weekend’s race

Does Adidas make technical Santa suits?

There was a write-up in Sunday’s paper about the Ho Ho Ho Holiday 5k that I plan to run this weekend. The piece mentioned that many participants dress up in Santa suits for the race. Sounds like fun. Perhaps I’ll gain competitive advantage by not wearing a bulky suit and a floppy hat as I run.

My brother and I have discussed participating in the Santa Speedo Run that takes place in Boston every year. It’s just what you might think it is. But Speedos are a little too extreme for me, although they’d be far more aerodynamic than a Santa suit. I’ll stick to my less festive but more practical running gear on Saturday. If I wear blue and white, would I get partial credit for running in Chanukah colors?

Let’s hear it for mediocrity!

Extraordinarily average

After yesterday’s race, one of my kids joked that I was dressed like a superhero. With my tight black running pants, black jersey and black cap, plus my fire-engine red Hattori’s, you could certainly make a case for that. I said that if I was a superhero, I’d be called “Mediocre Running Man” because, once again, I’d finished in the middle of the pack. Technically, I finished in the top 44%, which still counts as average.

How is it that, after improving almost a minute over last year, I still fall somewhere within the middle of the pack? Or, as I like to look at it, at the top of the bell curve? Actually, it gets worse because I almost ended up in the bottom third of my age division.

Although many who know me would think otherwise, none of this bothers me in the least. The only person I care about beating is my own self in previous races. I love that I’m competing more effectively than the “me” of two and three years ago. There’s a time when Master’s runners reach their peak and then begin a steady decline in their race performance. The good news is I’m not there…yet. It may be that I came into this later in the game, but I’m hopeful that I’ll continue to improve. Perhaps next year my superhero name could live up to my outfit.

Race Report: 2011 Long Beach 10K Turkey Trot

A new PR for TER

Today’s run (Long Beach 10K Turkey Trot): 6.2 miles

54:35 (8:47 pace)

I was looking forward to today’s Turkey Trot for a number of reasons. First, Long Beach, with its boardwalk, beach views and small city charm, is a great place to run. Secondly, the organizers of these Long Beach races put on great events that seem low key, but are actually supported by the actions of many. The third reason I looked forward to this Turkey Trot is that last year’s race was my fastest 10K to date, and I was hoping to improve on that.

I’m pleased to report that I have a new 10K PR, finishing with a time of 54:35. This is almost a minute faster than my current personal best for that distance. It’s interesting to note that while the average pace of my typical training runs has slowed since last year, I achieved best-ever times on five of my annual races in 2011: the New Hyde Park 8K, Dirty Sock 10K, Great Cow Harbor 10K, Run for the Warriors 10K and today’s Long Beach 10K.

The temperature this morning was a mild 53° when Team Emerging Runner arrived in Long Beach. I picked up my race number and noted that the stiff winds coming off the ocean were making it feel far colder. I had a long sleeve jersey over my intended short sleeve race shirt but we ducked behind the stage and I did a quick swap. Those brief seconds when I was without a shirt were mighty chilly.

A view of the boardwalk from the beach

I wore a winter jacket as we waited for the start and it kept me quite comfortable. I saw many runners who seemed fine wearing short sleeves and running shorts but that wouldn’t have worked for me. We watched the start and finish of the 1-mile race that precedes the 10K. This race is for kids, and it was won by a 15 year old boy who came over the line in 5:34.

Soon it was time to line up for my race so I handed off my jacket to my son and hoped not to freeze in the 10 minutes before the starting horn. Since I was wearing all black in direct sunlight and the people behind me were blocking the wind, I felt fine. I sized up my competition near the front of the line and, as usual, I felt like I was among a fast crowd. Unlike last year, I knew not to be concerned by the droves of faster runners that might fly by me in the first few minutes.

The race started and we were off. The hundreds of runners pounding the boardwalk made quite a racket. I waved to my family as I passed by and then focused on my form and pace. Last year I ran the first mile in 8:05. I didn’t want to run that pace so close to the start because I had a lot more race to run. I stayed with the pack and passed the first mile at 8:15. Still a little too fast, but I felt okay.

We were off the boardwalk at this point, still heading east, and as we reached the turnaround on Broadway someone yelled, “Here comes the wind!” He wasn’t kidding, the southeastern wind hit us full in the face and I realized that this wind would be present for much of the race. It really wasn’t that bad and as I heated up, I appreciated the cooling effect.

I decided to run as hard as I could for as long as I could, thinking I could slow down later if necessary. It took longer to reach 3 miles than I’d hoped and I passed the 5K sensor in 27:45. I actually ran a negative split for the second 5K.

I took a Roctane gel shortly after that and soon we were running parallel to the water on the northern side of Long Beach. I was still feeling strong and was maintaining good form. I was glad that I’d run this race last year because I knew what lay ahead. I watched the ocean’s horizon as we ran south and soon after passing the 4-mile marker it was time to turn west. We soon reached the street that would lead us back to the boardwalk.

After a quick scramble up the ramp where I jockeyed for position in this narrow section, I was back on the boardwalk that would lead me to the finish line. Unfortunately it wasn’t that simple, and I recalled that last year’s final run on the boardwalk seemed to take forever. I was still running well and finally saw the 5-mile marker, so I knew that I had 1.2 miles left to go.

Like last year, this seemed to be the place where many runners pulled out all stops and ran the last mile as fast as they could. I got passed by at least six runners but I couldn’t generate the leg turnover required to hold them off. Instead I focused on getting to the end. Where the heck was the finish line?!

As I knew it would, the finish chute finally became visible with about 500 feet to go. I put every effort into this final sprint, and as I got closer to the race clock, I realized I might break 55 minutes for the first time. I came over the line in 54:35 with my wife, son and daughter cheering me in with fist bumps. I felt drained but I still had some strength. I ran a good race.

Unlike last weekend’s 10K, when I surprised myself by running a decent time, I had higher expectations for today. I had hoped for a similar performance at this year’s race but I beat my own expectation handily. I plan to run one more race this year in December, probably a 5K or a 4-mile race that I’ll do mostly for fun. My biggest performance target this year was today’s Long Beach 10K and I’m pleased with how that turned out.




			
					

Hot to trot on Sunday

The Long Beach boardwalk at last year’s Turkey Trot

It’s 24 hours before the start of the Long Beach 10K Turkey Trot and I’m looking forward to the race. I’ve had a light week in terms of mileage (13) but I’m running well. I haven’t felt exhausted and I’m not suffering from any noticeable injuries. Last weekend’s 10K improved my outlook in terms of my racing readiness and fitness. 

I forced myself to sleep a full eight hours last night and I’m planning to do a set of core exercises later this morning. The temperature at tomorrow’s start is predicted to be 53°F with 71% humidity and 14 MPH winds. Last year it was colder than that, so I need to think about what I’ll wear to ensure that I don’t overheat by the end.

Turkey Trots are fun because they bring out a wider field of runners than in other races I’ve attended. Last year me, my wife and the kids all participated in a 5K on Thanksgiving Day and there was a huge field of runners. I wasn’t a very good sport about going slow because I was wearing a timing chip but it was fun to be out there with my family. Tomorrow will be a different type of race and I’m hoping for another good run on the boardwalk. See you at the finish line. 

Running with the fast crowd

Today’s run: (treadmill) 25 minutes

During Sunday’s race I was passed quickly by a group of high school-aged boys near the one mile point of the course. This group turned left soon after they passed me and followed the signs for the 5K route. It didn’t occur to me until today that those boys had probably started five minutes after me (the 5K start followed the 10K start) and had covered the same distance in almost half the time.

I’ll never be a 5:00 miler so it is rare that I would have an experience racing with them. I usually start mid-pack and end up there at the finish. Last year in Long Beach I started near the front and was puzzled by the frenzy of runners who overtook me so quickly. I wondered why I was running so slow. It wasn’t until I passed the first mile clock at 8:05 that I realized I was comparing my performance to runners who might end up winning the race or their age division.

There really are multiple races within any race. The people up front are locked into an almost constant sprint, all hoping to finish first. The middle packers, like me, are hoping to do better than last time and considering it a victory when we pass more people than we are passed ourselves. Those in the back of the pack are often working the hardest. Completing a 10K, or even a 5K is no trivial thing. To many of them, the race is to finish, perhaps within a goal time.

I’m on the fence whether I’ll start near the front of the line at Sunday’s Turkey Trot like I did last year. They didn’t have a chip sensor at the start so those closest to the front had the smallest gap between gun and net time. I don’t want to get in anyone’s way, but I do like the idea of being swept along by the speediest runners. A high tide lifts all boats. And I could certainly use the lift.