women's world championship 1500m final

Anyone else out there following the world championships in Moscow? Watching Mo Farah pull out another flawless double was epic. It astounds me, because no matter how good you are, there are so many little positional things that can go wrong in a track race that can cost you the win--yet somehow Mo always seems to know exactly where he should be, and exactly when he should move. It's like he's already won the race in his head and he's just playing forward the inexorable sequence of events that will bring him over the line first. If you haven't already done so, you should watch the men's 800m final--no Rudisha,but still a hell of a race.

One of the more interesting storylines from a US perspective, though, was the women's 1500m. Two Americans made it to the final, the 2011 World Champion Jenny Simpson, and 17 year old high school prodigy Mary Cain. Despite being the 2011 champion, Simpson wasn't exactly the favorite, as the championship she had won was considered by some to have been somewhat uncompetitive (and featuring a fall by the favorite, Morgan Uceny). Meanwhile there was a fair amount of hype about Cain following her surprise advancement to the Final.

How'd it play out? Well, here's the race. (Sorry, can't embed--it would spoil the results)

dodging cyclones while naked

A little while back, while it was very hot in the waking world, I had a vivid dream. It seemed to me that I had just run through a the center of a little town, and had moved out onto a lonely highway surrounded by golden fields and the red-gold colors of autumn forest in the distance. I was only wearing my underwear; no clothes, no shoes, and the pavement was warm against the soles of my feet.

As I made my way down a long hill, however, I noticed the clouds beginning to move in a funny way. It was as if whole patches of sky had suddenly decided to start rotating clock-wise. As I drew closer, still running easily in the margin of the road, funnels stretched down from the centers of those rotating clouds and slammed into the ground, blowing up huge plumes of debris as they stalked across the fields toward the highway.

I felt a sudden prick of fear and turned around, running hard back up to the top of the hill, where I re-entered the little town. It was now deserted, which struck me as eerie. I felt that I had probably escaped the cyclones, but I still had a hunted feeling, and so I ran down another side-street.

I hadn't gone far when I realized the road had taken me into a notch between two mountains. Huge flanks of stone rose up to either side of me, decorated patchily by scrubby alpine firs. As the road dropped slightly, I saw that it led to an unlit tunnel, burrowed through the base of another mountain.

I was just about to enter the tunnel when I woke up.

The main thing that stayed with me after the dream ended was how good running felt. This is what my subconscious does while I'm in a recovery period from an injury, apparently.

As an update on that injury, by the way--I'm coming along fairly well. I've been doing this plantar fascia stretch regularly and it seems to be helping (along with a lot of wall stretching, and habitually dorsiflexing my foot whenever possible). I ran a whole six miles today! (I know, right?)  I think that I've rounded the corner on it, but I'm not quite ready to do the victory dance yet. The main danger now is picking up some compensatory injury while my left foot is still weak.

I hope to put myself back on a schedule next week, but it will probably still be a few weeks before I do any speed-work, sadly.

Iron Horse Half Marathon Race Report

ba-deep, ba-deep! My cellphone's alarm pulled me awake. 5:30 in the morning--I rolled out of bed, stood up, then gradually went up on my toes, until the pain under my left heel flared into a bright, hot-poker stab. I waited, still on my toes, until the pain grumblingly subsided, then took a step. Not too bad. Perhaps not too smart to contemplate running a half marathon today, but not too bad. I had already DNS'd this race once, and I didn't mean to again. The plantar fascitis that had been nagging me, off and on, since February, had already largely demolished any PR hopes--but there are always other challenges to seek. The main thing is just to show up--everything else starts from that.

The Iron Horse Half Marathon in Simsbury, CT is my hometown race. Simsbury keeps changing; every time I look away for a year or two, it's different--and usually posher-looking--than I remember, when I come back. But still, there are the old streets I rode my bike on when I was a kid, and Terry's Plain Rd, which parental concerns and the threat of speeding motorists had once made a moat around my youthful mobility, in the here-and-now closed to traffic, waiting for the feet of runners.

I walked down to the race start. The air was cool in the shadows, but already the sun beat down hotly on the exposed pavement, a summer sun that might have thought to stay away another few days, if only out of consideration. 

When we took the line, the RD adjured the field to step back to make room "for the elite runners, planning to run at sub-5 minute pace". As you can imagine, this created a cavernous gap at the front. Jason Hartmann or Shalane Flanagan did not show up, however, and eventually we filled in to the line.

The siren sounded, and we shot off. A peculiarity of this race is that the 10K starts at 7:30, whereas the 5K and Half start more-or-less together at 7:45, on opposite sides of Iron Horse Boulevard, but heading the same direction. I'm not sure how they come up with this. Summer racing (and June equals summer, or at least it did today), is often as much a race against the heat of the day as it is against one's competitors. I envied the 10K runners their extra 15 minutes of cool, and of long shadows. 

I took stock: the reduced mileage of the last two weeks had certainly reduced my aerobic capacity, but I had been keeping up with strength work and felt fairly solid at the outset. My foot twinged, but soon faded into the background roar of sensation that always accompanies a foot-race, one kinesthetic noise among many. My plan, none-the-less, was to start at an easy 7 minute pace, and simply avoid dying.

The first mile passed, on shady Riverside, 6:40--it felt all right, and even playing the race forward in my head, I didn't feel any incipient disasters. The field was all commingled with the 5K runners--difficult to tell what was going on in my own race. We turned the corner onto Weatogue. The ridge that demarcates the southeastern edge of the Farmington Valley rose up on our right-hand side, casting the road into shade. The heat had yet to make itself a factor.

The 5K turned off, and then almost immediately we started running into the back end of the 10K field. It was difficult to be sure, but I felt I had about a dozen people ahead of me. We raced along Terry's Plain and then down to 315, where a right turn takes you into Tariffville. Here there was no shade; the sun hammered down on us as we turned left, then took Quarry Rd back to Terry's Plain. At the mile 5.5 water stop I dumped a dixie cup over my head, something I would do at every water stop for the rest of the race.

Doubts began to set in around mile 7, which was fairly close to the mile 12 marker. Ugh--5 more miles to get back to this point, and the day getting hotter by the minute. We headed back toward the starting area, the half marathon race completely obscured by the column of finishing 10K runners. At mile 8.5, the half marathon course passes by the start/finish area. A nice crowd had gathered and was making some much-appreciated noise. All the same, this was probably my lowest psychological point--there was no shade on Iron Horse, and the crowd of finished runners made the next 5 miles seem daunting.

I also had serious doubts about whether I was really going to be able to run this in. I always have these at this point of this distance--sometimes they're more well-founded the others. Historically I don't feel very strong at hot-weather running. The dominant variable is not strength or even aerobic capacity, but the ability to regulate your core temperature. I'm fairly big for the speed I run, and my cm^2/cm^3 is not too favorable.

I was acutely aware of this as I branched off from Ironhorse onto the bike path. Heat dissipation, I thought. That's what it comes down to--run slow enough that your core temperature is stable, and you won't have to stop. 

I decided to make it to mile 10 before making any decisions about walk-breaks, and once I got there I felt strong enough to push off the decision until mile 11. By the time I got to within  2 miles of the finish, stopping would have been rather silly, and I rallied a bit to bring the race home in just barely under 90 minutes. Not bad for a half-gimpy runner on a warm day.

General thoughts about this race:

• The course is very flat, and fairly well thought out. The time spent on Terry's Plain (which is permanently shaded during the morning, because of the adjacent ridge), was much appreciated.
• The course support was great. Tons of water stations, tons of clocks, plenty of course monitors, and of course what summer race would be complete without kids with super-soakers??
• If I had been slightly more competitive today, I might not have liked the way the fields of the different races kept intersecting, as it made it hard to keep track of the runners ahead of you. As it fell out, I didn't much mind. Plenty of pavement for everybody.
• This race is really expensive for a Half ($70!). post-race noshing options were somewhat slim. No chocolate milk?

Oh, remember how the RD kept reminding us to reserve the space at the front of the pack for sub-5-minute elite runners? Perhaps he wasn't so crazy:

I am honored to have taken part in a race where so many world records were broken so decisively.

spring training

It's that time of year! I did a leisurely 12 miler in shorts and T-shirt, with six miles in the woods. The trails are all still snow-bound, but packed enough to be runnable. The sun is warm, the brooks are babbling, and the sky is very, very blue. I love early-spring running! In a week or maybe two it will be fantastically muddy in the woods, and I can't wait.

I haven't written about my winter racing season because it essentially didn't happen. I ran the needham new year's day 5K and managed a disappointing 17:45 in windy conditions. The week of the Derry 16 miler I found out I was taking a sudden visit to Seoul for work--super exciting! But the down-side was that I desperately needed Derry sunday to stay home and work on a presentation. Then the OFTM was cancelled due to a winter storm, which spared me the embarrassment of wheezing through it (Korea+epic blizzard had left me pretty feeble, aerobically speaking).

I just wrote out my spring training plan for 2013, culminating in the Amica Ironhorse half marathon in my hometown, Simsbury CT. I attempted to run this in 2012 but wound up getting hurt a few weeks prior and having to DNS. I think I can run a way-faster Half than my current PR of 83:20, so maybe this will be the year.

Other races: hessco st patrick's 5k (3/16), JJR 10K (4/28), Gilio 5K (5/25)

Winter Racing Schedule

I just signed up for my winter races! They are:

1/1/13:    Needham New Year's Day 5K
1/27/13:  Derry 16 Miler
2/17/13:  Old Fashioned 10 Miler

I haven't ruled out running the Hyannis Half Marathon (2/24), but I haven't put down money on it yet. Sadly, no Martha's Vineyard 20 Miler this year--the same weekend as the OFTM. I know some people who routinely double-header (Don!) but that's too hard core for me.

I raced in the GNRC club race last weekend and finished in 17:27 or so, a pretty slow time compared to last year. I lost to an HFC fellow who happens to be the landlord of one my coworkers. Not to take anything away from his race, which was excellent, but man! I was feeling the rather casual approach I had been taking to training following my marathon.

This is why I love the Club Grand Prix, though. Without it, I would hardly ever go and run a race without being really prepared. But since the prix put it on my schedule, I went and ran it, ran subpar, and felt inspired to pick up quality training again and get as fit as possible for the Needham 5K.

During my 9 miler this morning I realized that summer of 2015 will mark 20 more or less continuous years of running, and that I should totally commemorate that on my blog when it happens (a little early, but I like to plan ahead). Then I thought: why wait?

So here's to 17.5 years of running! I am very grateful to have made it so far without any major problems. Hips, knees, feet, all in order. Knock on wood, I'll have still more years ahead of me then have already gone behind.