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Sunday, February 22, 2015

My First Marathon and What I Learned: The Journey (Part II).



     As I mentioned in an earlier post, last week I completed my first marathon.  (The Austin Marathon, woot woot!).  I detailed my race experience, but hinted at how the journey leading up to the race was the real reward.  Really, the race was just the icing on the cake, even though it stands as my longest continuous run to date.  (I've done 30 miles in a day before, but at separate intervals.)  In this post I plan to debrief about the year leading up to the race, about my training plan(s) and how life happened in the midst of it.


      Am I Crazy?:

      It's a question we've all asked ourselves from time to time.  If you haven't then you probably are indeed, crazy.  Flashback to December 2013.  I'd just been released for Christmas break.  My wife was in the hospital awaiting the birth of our daughter, Olive.  There were severe complications, I'll spare the details, but in a nutshell we were planning on being camped out in the hospital for 10 weeks so Olive could be monitored in the womb and be delivered safely when the time arose.  I was re-reading McDougall's Born to Run, (which is a must-read for any athlete.  If you haven't read it, you're doing yourself a disservice,) and something woke up inside of me.  "I don't know why."  I told myself.  "But doing a 100 mile race on foot one of these days sounds like a lot of fun."  I figured I'd start with a marathon and go from there.  My training began the next day.  I had little idea what I was doing, training mostly by intuition when I first began.  Two days later, I did a seven mile run, a distance I hadn't run since high school almost ten years prior, and didn't feel completely crippled the next day.  I wanted more.

      Training Phase I:

      I hadn't trained much for anything in almost 2 years up to this point being that I worked professionally on a landscape and lawn crew.  After mowing, weedeating, or digging irrigation lines for 12+ hours a day, you really don't feel like doing anything physical after work.  But when I secured my teaching job, the lack of physical activity in my workday left my body and mind screaming for engagement.  With energy to burn, I spend two months weightlifting 4 times a week, and supplementing short runs (3-4 miles) on the days I wasn't in the gym.  After two months of this I began doing 7 mile runs four times a week with two days of weight training in between and one day of rest.  My body felt strong.  And overall I felt more confident in my ability "to go the distance".

      Phase II:  How Many Miles 
       
      I continued the cycle for about a month and then got to where I knew my body (and mind) needed a challenged to make it to the next level.  After doing a bit of research I developed a build up plan that would fit into my schedule.  The idea was to see how many miles I could put on my body in one week and be able to do it all over again.  The progression was interesting to say the least.  A couple of highlights:  Planning my first ten miler on an unseasonably hot day in brand new shoes with no water.  22-mile unaided solo-midnight run that had me in tears by the end of it.  (I had also run 8 miles earlier that afternoon).  Discovering that walking every once in a while did not mean I'm a giant wuss.  All in all, but the time the summer hit, I was doing 70 miles a week, but had missed marathon season.  I felt like I was about to hit a plateau.  

      Phase III:  Intuition

      At some point I felt my running was getting stale.  I could go and knock out 10 miles in 1:20 with relative ease.  It was a good feeling, but I started getting bored.  I got tired of checking my watch for mile splits.  I was getting tired of the same old routes.   So I put my watch on the shelf and went adventuring.  This is what my current training plan has evolved into and what I used to train for the marathon:

        1.  I make sure I do at least two days a week of strength training (usually crossfit cycles with 2 mile run at the end, or some type of weight lifting.  I usually to do circuits with a 4-5 minute run at the end of each circuit.

        2.  A speed workout.  My go to here is doing 400-meter repeaters.  High intensity increases both recovery time and running economy (aka how efficient your foot strokes are).  If I don't do 400-meter repeaters, I'll do hill repeats.  

       3.  A long run.  I consider this anything 10 miles or longer, but really for me the determining factor is the 2 hours window.  At two hours, the body will have depleted it's glycogen stores and this is where you really begin to see what you're made of.

      4.  I include one full day of rest, the other two days are what I call adventure runs.  I don't have a specific time limit or distance in mind.  I'll run as fast or as slow as a feel for as long as I feel.  I've found that on average I go for usually an hour and do something between 7.5-8 miles depending on the terrain.  These types of runs work well fro me because they engage the therapeutic side of running, the freedom of being out on the road or trail by yourself.  Just you and God and your own two fit.  

       All in all, I would say, getting in shape and developing a healthier lifestyle are fringe benefits of the running life.  (My diet also changed significantly as I found that if I cut the crap out of my diet, I recovered faster and thus could run more.  I also had way more energy day-in and day-out on the job.)  For me the key discovery with all of the training has been the mental training that occurs.  I'm convinced that the physical engagement to any endurance task comes secondary to the mental fortitude required to complete it.  


       Life Happens:  

        So I have my optimum training plan developed.  It should be easy.  Just follow the formula and you'll be in great shape for the race?  Right?  Nope.  Work meetings.  Family emergencies.  All kinds of unexpected things occurred.  The lasts two months before the race I did not have the time to do any long runs.  There were even a couple of weeks where I only ran two days those weeks.  When things go ka-put with the training it's easy to get down on yourself.  To top it off, two days before the race, I started coming down with some upper respiratory crud.  But...enter the mind.  If you're committed to it, you will reach the goal, regardless of how well you've stuck to your training program.  I made the commitment that I was going to cross the finish even if I had to crawl.  At about the 17 mile mark, I asked myself the question that had stuck out in my mind more than a year earlier sitting in the hospital.  Am I crazy?  Why am I doing this.  I didn't know.  But I had to finish.  And when I did a flood of everything that happened to get me there washed over me.  All I could do is cry with happiness.  




      

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

My First Marathon: A Recap.



My First Marathon:  A Recap

        Sunday I completed the Austin Marathon.  This was my first marathon ever, and longest continuous run.  A year ago I set the goal for myself and the completion of the race represents some of the sweet, sweet fruit.  While finishing the race was great, to be honest, for me, this is not just some item to check off my bucket list, but, the beginning of something completely new that I can't quite put into words at the moment.
     
      So below, I'll post a brief recap of the race, later this week I'll post a second blog highlighting  my journey to get to the race.



The Gun Goes Off:  Miles 1-3:

     13,000 people embark simultaneously.  It's a roar of voices, shoes, breaths, cameras.  I feel like I'm floating on air.  I feel fast even though I'm running uphill.  I know from the course map the first 3 miles are straight uphill and the first 12 are more or less a steady climb.  I'm passing people left and right, running comfortably.  I blast through the first aid station at the 5k mark.  My breathing feels good and I settle in with the pacers for the 3:20 group.  I have to pee (must've been the pre-race coffee), but opt to stop at the 10k aid station to whiz.


Rhythm:  Miles 4-6:

   All's clear.  I hit my rhythm and am running comfortably.  Generally, I don't start to warm-up until mile 4 or 5, and the race was no exception.  I have no idea what my pace is, which per my training, I do not use a watch much in an attempt to hone my intuition to know when to push, when to settle and when to slow down.  I hold my pace.  Mile 5 had a couple of nice downhills, so I let my legs hang loose and ride the wave.  I hit the 10k aid station at 49 minutes, five minutes slower than my PR at the 10k.  This is supposedly a good pace, right?  I pee, refill my water bottle, then I get back on the course.


It's Going to be a Long Day:  Miles 7-10:

       Between miles 7 and 8 I take my first energy gel.  I know from training that I'll reach my caloric threshold and burn out all my glycogen at about the 2 hour mark.  I took 3 gels with me, planning to take 1 every hour, and supplement with other offers at the aid stations.  Around mile 9, after a steep climb, I began to feel the first signs of being winded.  I still feel comfortable and confident, but the idea of 17 more miles of this does not seem welcoming.  I also feel some poo-poo a brewing.  I decide to see if I can make it to the halfway mark before I bust a dookie.  At mile 10, I catch my time on the big clock.  1:22.  Just over 8 minutes a mile.  Not bad on account of the hills and the pee break.  I'm pleased with myself and try to ride the high.  I know the low is coming.  I do have 16 more miles after all...

Push it Reeeaaallll Good:  Miles 11-13:

      Whatever "the zone" is, this was pretty much the only portion of the race I was in it.  I don't remember running these three miles, other than getting to the aid station at the halfway mark and having to spray mud, only to have to wait in line behind two dudes from Team A & M.  (I wonder if they knew the marathon was in Austin?...they were aggies after all.)  I poop.  It feels good.  I refill my water bottle, slug some gatorade from one of the volunteers and get on out the gate.  I'm sitting pretty at 1:44.


I Don't Know What's a Good Idea Anymore:  Miles 14-17:

     Mile 13 was okay.  Just okay.  As soon as I hit mile 14, the bottom dropped out.  My wind was gone, my entire body felt weak, and on top of that I was pissed, because I've run at least this far several times over the last year and never felt this bad.  I guy running beside me offers some encouragement.  "Hey, what's your goal."  "Just to make it to the finish in less than 4 hours,"  I tell him.  "You'll make that for sure."  I pull ahead a bit, but I know I can't hold this pace for very much longer.  Time to regroup and rethink my strategy.  I turn my watch on to run/walk mode.  I run for 5 minutes and walk for a minute, and repeat the cycle until I feel more coherent...at least, that was the plan...


Ouch:  Miles 17-20:

         Why am I doing this again exactly?  Oh look a dog.  Is that fat guy really holding pace better than me?  A beer would me nice right now, yes 74 beers.  I eat my last energy gel and pretend it's a beer.  "Monk.  Is that the Monk-man?"  I hear one of the spectators say.  "Wait, Harry?"  "Yeah.  You've got this, Matt.  Regroup and go finish."  Harry gives me a hug and pushes me in the right direction.  I make it in to the next aid station in better spirits.  I pee.  I slug some gatorade.  I douse myself with ice water.  I can't get "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" out of my head.  


What Wall?  Miles 21-23:

      Once I hit mile 21 I begin to get out of the funk.  My mind is clear.  From everything I've read, this is where most people hit "the wall", I don't feel much of a wall, other than just being really tired of running.  But, I have less than a 10k left.  I can run a 10k in my sleep.  Yes, sleep would be good.  I know I'm going to finish.  I could care less about my time.  I hold my pace good for about 10 minutes and then both of my legs spasm.  Hamstrings, quads, calvess, the whole enchilada.  I hobble into the last aid station and instruct the volunteers to pour cold water on my legs.  It helps.  I run for a couple of minutes.  I walk for a couple of minutes.  My lungs feel fine, but I've completely lost control of my legs.  Whatever.  I'm going to finish even if I have to crawl across the line.


Finish Strong:  Miles 24-26.2:

      At this point everyone can smell the finish.  I feel myself being fed by the energy of the growing crowd and all of my fellow runners/psychopaths.  We are running through the UT campus and hundreds of students/alumuni are having a great time watching us slog through to the end.  I think I smell beer.  Mmmmm.....beer.....there's a hill, whatever.  I don't remember if I crawled up it, ran up it, walked up it, maybe I levitated over it.  I made it to the top and to the last turn.  With 400 meters left, I broke out into a full sprint.  Just like all the speed days I did 400 meter repeaters.  Just like high school athletics, we ran a 400 after every workout.  They even had a sign that said, 400 meters left.  I sprint and I know God has a sense of humor.  I cross the line at 3:57 unofficially (my chip/official time a couple of minutes faster.)

     There's nothing quite like hitting the finish line while the entire city cheers you on.  Your body is trashed.  Your mind is gone.  There's nothing left but your heart.  And as good as it felt to finish, the journey itself, what happened to me during the training and life before the race begun is the greatest reward.


        The moral of the story is....if you've ever wondered whether or not you should run a marathon, the answer is a positive YES!


          Stay tuned for part II coming later this week.


          Cheers you all, and big up to all my fellow runners who made it to the finish.