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Why do so many runners blog?

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One of the first things I noticed after diving into the social media world of running … lots of runners blog.  Like ALOT (excuse the poor grammar there).

It made me think – why do so many runners blog?  Runners do like to talk about how much they run … at least that’s what people like to say …

After thinking about why I blog, I’m guessing most folks are blogging for the same reasons I am.

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Working on the blog – with a Michigan Beer of Course!  Dark Horse – Crooked Tree, one of my absolute favorites!
  1. It allows me to connect with other runners.  My wife doesn’t run.  My buddies (at least my local buddies) don’t run.  Blogging gives me a way to connect with other runners with similar goals.  Or even other runners who have totally different goals, but still share the same passion for the outdoors.
  2. It allows me to share my running experiences with those who are interested.  My friends can come and read about my adventures, at their own leisure, without me ramming it down their throats at the office or through Facebook.
  3. It’s a record of past adventures.  These words and pictures will let me look back someday to read about race XYZ, see what I wore to handle some particularly bad weather, or even relive a nice hike with my family.
  4. In some odd way, it seems like a way to hold myself accountable.  If others are reading about my journey, how could I let them down!?  Yes, I’m my own motivation, but a little outside motivation never hurts, right?

Whatever the reason, I’m thanking that other runners are sharing their adventures.  I enjoy reading race reports from all distances – half marathons all the way up to 100 milers, product reviews and the simple details of a great training run.  It also opens my eyes to some pretty cool races that I never knew about!

Some of my favorites blogs are:

  1. The 100 Mile Mark
  2. Fat Girl Running
  3. Trail Running Faith
  4. Bradley on the Run
  5. Vanloo Running

Why do you blog?

Just about perfect – Grand Rapids Marathon Race Report

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My third marathon began Saturday night without much in the way of expectations, other than to have fun – but I try to do that with most things since that’s one of my five rules for life (#3 relax and have fun).  My number one fan helped me prep by mixing up my Tailwind and slopping some peanut butter on slice of bread for my pre-race PBJ.

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Early to bed, and early to rise.  My alarm woke me at 4am and I went through my normal pre-run routine of pulse / weight / water, slipped in to make sure the girls were tucked in and covered up, then shuffled downstairs to gear up for the chilly morning ahead.

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I enjoyed my pre-race PBJ, did some light stretching, double checked my list and then it was North to Grand Rapids.  What a beautiful starry night morning (it just felt like night).  It was cold though – just 28 degrees.  Don’t get me wrong, I live in Michigan and I’ve run for hours in below zero degrees, but I still have my summer blood and 28 seemed cold over the weekend.

45 minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot at the YMCA and walked in to pick up my packet and bib.  1441 – I liked that number.

I spent the next hour, or so, sitting in the jeep – heat blowing, listening to my ‘pre-chill’ mix on Spotify, visualizing the race and making sure I had everything in order.  After that, I did some light jogging and made my way over to the starting chute to stretch.  Here was my one and only big decision – do I run in my jacket?  I’d already shed the pants and was running in shorts.  I decided to keep the jacket on right up until the start and then stuff it in my UD vest.

I positioned myself behind the 3:56 pace group and waited for the race to start.  I was strangely calm – no nerves.  Just calm and ready to run.

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I rolled across the starting line about a minute, or minute and a half, after the ‘gun’ and about 200 yards behind the pace group.

Mile 1 -> Slowest of the race (sweet – I didn’t go out too fast!).  I actually fell further back from the pace group.  Things were crowded and I was enjoying a slow warm up.  I recall a guy taking a selfie of himself about 1/2 mile in and a lady asked me what our split was when we hit mile 1.

Mile 2 -> I sped up during the second mile, but was still pretty far back from my pace group.  I was ok with this – plenty of race to go and I felt good.  Toward the end of the second mile I noticed a couple gals behind me discussing a new house.  After a couple minutes I realized – hey, I know her!

Mile 3 -> Faster yet.  Erin catches me and says ‘hello’ and I respond ‘hey, I thought I heard you back there!’  We run for a bit and I tell her I’m going to drop back.  I’m running quicker than I should be.  She says it looks like I’m walking.  I guess that’s a compliment?  In any case, I feel good, but I didn’t want to run out of steam early.

Miles 4 and 5 -> So much for slowing down.  These are my fastest (along with mile 10) of the race.  I’m feeling good so I figure I might as well try to close the gap with the pace group.  These are the last two miles as we leave downtown toward the Butterworth Park.

Miles 6 thru 9 -> Butterworth Park is crowded.  The trail doesn’t seem quite wide enough for all the runners.  I think the 3:56 group is a popular one and that might’ve been part of the reason for the congestion.  I’m still closing on them.  Somewhere in this stretch I see the guy leading the half coming BLAZING back in the other direction.  If I thought it was crowded going with the flow, he must’ve been pissed trying to win the race in the opposite direction.  I saw Erin again toward the end of this stretch as she broke off to complete the half.  She wished me well and she was running strong.  I knew she’d have a great finish.

Mile 10 -> I finally settle in with the 3:56 pace group with a quick run downhill about half way through this mile.  I’m feeling very good at this point.

Miles 11 and 12 -> Run through Millennium Park with the 3:56 group and again the trails are tight, but I managed.  Once of our pacers had a couple extra waters from an aid station and offered them to the group.  I thought that was nice.  But not as nice as it would’ve been if he had a Two Hearted Ale.  He didn’t.

Mile 13 -> I left the pace group.  Why the hell not!?  I was feeling great!  This will come back to bite me.  It eventually did.

Miles 14 and 15 -> I continued rolling and the miles were still slipping away almost effortlessly.  As this point I started actually believing I could break 4hrs today.  I was well ahead of that pace and still felt very good.

Miles 16 through 18 -> So the feeling good didn’t last long.  Mile 16 started a 7 mile out and back section of the race.  I wouldn’t say I ever truly felt bad, or down, during the race, but this out and back section was definitely the worst part.  It was relatively flat, but we were running on the right side of the road.  I’m normally used to running on the left (against traffic).  The road was crowned opposite to what I’m used to running and it was hurting my left leg.  I did pass one of my work mates heading in the opposite direction.  He was smoking right along.  A while later I passed a few more of my work mates participating in the My Team Triumph charity run.  That helped as well.  I stayed ahead of the 3:56 group during this stretch, but I could hear them closing.

Miles 19 thru 21 -> Trying as hard as I could (keep running, you’re doing great, don’t slow down!) to keep ahead of the pace group, again along this long stretch of out and back with my left leg hurting.  They eventually caught me at mile 21.  We rolled through the aid station together and I declined the pickle juice.  I tried to hang with them, but I fell back.

Mile 22 -> I start trying to do math, yes math!, in my head to see how fast I need to run these last few miles to break 4 hours.  I feel like I’m running out of steam big time.  Other than the first mile, which was intentionally slow, this was my slowest mile.  I feel like I’m crawling along, and the pace group leaving me didn’t help.  It was a 9:17.  Yeah, slow, but in the scheme of things, not too shabby still.

Miles 23 thru 25 -> I’m headed back downtown and through Butterworth Park again.  Plenty of room on the trail this time!  I remember coming up a hill, out of the woods, and into the park.  The sun was shining, I’d just taken a swig of Tailwind and felt a boost and I was rolling! In reality these miles weren’t much faster than the dreaded mile 22, but hey, I felt good now!  

Mile 26 -> Will this ever end!? Ok, it wasn’t really that bad, but that quickly I was back on the other end of the spectrum.  I’d figured out I needed to the last 1.2 in about 14 minutes.  No big deal, but it felt like I was running and going no where.  I kept thinking – this is awesome, I’m going to break four hours.  Followed by – I hope I don’t step in a hole or pull a muscle.  Followed by – am I there yet!?

The final .2 was awesome – folks lining both sides of the streets cheering.  I was passing people left and right.  I saw the finish line and the time started with a ‘3.’  I was home free at this point and rolling fast!

I pumped my fist as I crossed the finish line and yelled.  One of the finish line volunteers grabbed me.  I thought he wanted a hug.  He thought I was about to pass out.  He walked me over to my finishers medal and I met one of the guys from work.  He helped me through the food chute to the worst part of the day …

I grabbed a cup of lemon lime gatorade and chugged it.  Except … it wasn’t lemon lime gatorade.  It was pickle juice.  WTF!!!!?

If I had food in my stomach to vomit, I would’ve vomited.

The grossness didn’t last long though because I was juiced -> 3:56:47!!!  It was a new PR by about 21 minutes.

We headed over to the beer tent and enjoyed a free New Holland IPA and chatted about our days under a beautiful sunny blue sky!

If I had it all to do over again, would I have changed anything?  Perhaps stayed with the pace group a bit longer.  Other than that, it was pretty much about as good as it gets for me with a run!

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Nutrition: 1 PBJ 3hrs prior to the race.  500-600 calories of Tailwind that I sipped each mile.  I supplemented my fluid intake w/water at every aid station.

Pre race meal: Shrimp / Pasta

Splits:

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Week in review – 10/12/15

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Miles this week: 31.6

2015 YTD: 1064

I started the week with an easy 5 miler through the breezy drizzle.  As long it it’s not a hard rain, or 34 degrees, I typically enjoy running in the rain.  There’s something refreshing about the cool rain drops hitting my face that I enjoy – like a baptism by nature.  I also love how the rain / puddles play with lights in the dark morning.

That 5 miler would be my last run prior to the Grand Rapids Marathon.  I’d hoped to sneak another one in mid-week, but that didn’t happen.

Friday was a rare ‘off night,’ if you will.  Typically I’m up early to run on Saturdays.  That’s when I get my long runs in – before the ladies awake for the day.  My wife tolerates, for the most part, my running – as long as I’m home to hang with the girls in the morning so she can sleep in.  And let’s face it, that’s not really a chore.  Weekend breakfast with my girls is my favorite time of the week.  Especially when it involves strong coffee and waffles.

Anyway, since I was running the Grand Rapids Marathon on Sunday, Friday was an off night. I took my oldest to the local hockey game.  I spent the night carb loading, for my Sunday marathon, with Bell’s Two Hearted Ale and cotton candy.  The K wings lost, but we had a great time!IMG_3219 (1)

And then Sunday was my third Marathon.  Great week!

On Deck for Marathon #3

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In about 27 hours, I’ll toe the line for my third marathon.  I’m not quite sure what to think.  I should be nervous, but I’m not.  Excited – yes, but not nervous.  I have no idea what to expect out of this race.

My original goal was to build on the fitness of my 50k in August.  I’d add some speed work, keep hammering away at the long runs and go out and break 4 hours for the first time.

Instead I fought through a couple of running funks, where I couldn’t get out the door to run in the morning.  They each went on for days.  I ran a couple of 20 milers and lots of 10 milers, but nothing really in between.  I have no idea what to expect on Sunday.  At least from a time standpoint – I don’t know what to expect.

I do expect to have fun.  In the end, it’s about enjoying the experience.  I remember back to my first marathon (Kalamazoo last year) – jogging ever so slowly to the finish line.  I’d injured myself about a month and a half prior to the race and basically hadn’t run since then.  Less than a mile into the race my knee was in pain, but I pushed on.  I must’ve been favoring that leg because about 16 miles in the other, non-injured, leg seized up.  The muscles in the calf, hamstring and quad all locked up.  They were done.  But I wasn’t.  I stretched it out awhile and walked for a bit and alternated between a job and walk for the next 10 miles.  It seemed agonizingly slow at times, but I wasn’t going to give up.

Apparently I looked so bad that when I passed my dad and brother, who were out there to cheer me on, they were trying to decide between them who’d tell me that I should pack it and call it a day.  Fortunately neither one of them suggested it.

When I crossed the finish line, I remember my eyes tearing up just a bit.  I’d made it.  I didn’t care what my time was, only happy that I’d finished.  It was an epic experience, and before they put the finishers medal around my neck, I knew I was going to do another one.

Even though I was in pain for the entire race, and had to walk more than I ever thought I’d have to walk, I truly enjoyed the entire experience.

I’m still going to chase that 4hr mark on Sunday, but even if I miss it, I expect to have fun, enjoy the race and the beauty that is Michigan in the fall.

Oh, and the beer tent – that should be fun too!

I skipped my run today – and I’m ok with that.

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I went to bed last night planning to run 5 miles this morning – my last run prior to the Grand Rapids Marathon this weekend.  But I didn’t.

I woke up, checked my resting pulse rate, glanced at my phone to see if there was anything critical from work and rolled out of bed to weigh myself and chug my morning glass of water.  At this point, I typically head down the steps to gear up and head out the door.  This morning, I turned back toward the bedroom, crawled back into bed, rolled over and went back to sleep.

You’re training to run 100 miles, and you’re good with just going back to bed??

In the past, skipping would really bother me.  At times it would almost ruin my day.  I felt like I cheated myself – let myself down – was a lazy POS – whatever – pick any of the above.

Don’t get me wrong; I didn’t say I was happy about skipping my run.  I’m ok with it.  I accept it.

After I did get out of bed (for real), I recalled an article I have hanging on my wall at work (when I’m not being a husband or a dad or running I do have time to do some work) => 15 Critical Habits of Mentally Strong People.  I won’t regurgitate it here – you can click the blue text if you’d like – but I will call out one point that’s stuck with me: Mentally strong people don’t dwell on their mistakes.  I wouldn’t call missing a 5 miler a mistake, per se, but the idea is the same – what’s done is done.  It’s like a golfer missing a 3 foot putt.  A five miler, or <insert your mileage here> is a ‘gimme.’ At least it should be a ‘gimme,’ but sometimes those easy putts lip out.  You can either let it go or let it eat you up. I’ve been eaten up enough.

Are you writing a self-help blog or a running blog?

While this article was written for the corporate life, much applies to running – specifically ultras.  This sport requires mental toughness.  Testing my mental toughness is one of the things the pushes me to run farther.  I love it.

My point is – some nights your kids scream all night.  Work called.  You buddy helps you move a swing set and Busch man cans are 2 for $3, you have a fridge full of Michigan double IPAs, and you don’t eat anything all day.  Whatever the reason, you need a few extra Zs in the morning.  It’s ok — if, IF it’s not just an excuse and doesn’t turn into a habit.  Mentally strong people don’t dwell on mistakes.  But they also don’t make it a habit.

Also … in his article, Travis Bradberry points out mentally strong people make a point to get enough sleep.  That helped me this morning too 🙂