The third LA Roadrunners' run came up and off I went to Venice.
It seems different this time. Somehow it is not as exciting. But, I do like seeing some familiar faces and exchanging hand shakes/fist taps and chatting a bit.
We set off north as usual crossing into Santa Monica relatively easily. The group was larger than the first two weeks.
For the first time, we crossed the "border" that is the Santa Monica Pier, only going underneath it vs. on and upwards to Ocean Avenue.
The group continued along and it was relatively easy. I was a bit nervous as we ran along a bike path, where the bicyclists are moving at a quick pace. Fortunately, no collisions happened and everyone was safe.
We turned around and headed back to the pier. Nice and easy we crossed the line back into Venice and into the final stretch, with the standard odd collection of denizens.
Finally, it was time to stretch in the school hall and then the Gatorade and bananas.
I also attended a lecture on running form, which was good.
My nickel run was done ... another step to LA Marathon 2011.
59:11 of running
5.14 miles
11:31 pace
Showing posts with label Venice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Venice. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
I SEE ROADRUNNERS!
Saturday was a change. I had been heading to the the Totem Pole for LA Running Club meets; now, I was wearing a LA Running Club shirt but headed to Venice.
Why? It was the first day of LA Roadrunners 2010-2011!
So, I was back into the familiar Westminster School parking lot. I had pre-registered and happily took my forms to the Pre-Registered line. I even began seeing a few familiar faces.
Soon enough, I was registered and had my new medium-blue Roadrunners shirt, schedule and binder, and the now mandatory shoe tag. Ready for Round II!
I then walked around a bit talking with a few fellow LARCs and Group 7s.
I then visited the exhibitor displays. Not being much for coffee, I skipped Don Francisco's. I visited the booth for the Halloween 5K at the Westwood VA Center. I am thinking about that race as it means some more work on those hills. KSwiss was there as well, with the unmistakable truck. I then visited some of the charities ... Meals on Wheels, Think Cure!, and LiveStrong. There were others; but, those interested me especially. I even managed to get some free kit and things like a water bottle.
There were some presentations; but, they were basics and for totally new runners. So, I headed back out and chatted some more.
I then remembered I still needed to get my LA Rock 'n' Roll 1/2 Marathon work in; so, I headed out ... to the Strand and Windward! The Roadrunners might not be running; but, I am running.
The schedule was for a 5K on fast pace; so, I set out north towards Santa Monica. Pretty soon, it was obvious this was going to be a mediocre run at best.
I was running along the very familiar trail but somehow I was not focusing well and thus not running well.
I kept trying to pick up speed; but, it was not coming. I was going, but not at the desired rate.
I reached the traditional water stop and turned back to Windward. I kept trying and trying to accelerate; but, there was no results.
It was difficult mentally and becoming difficult physically, for what should have been a very easy run.
Finally, the last .2 miles I managed to get a kick going and managed to get some speed passing the collection of denizens in Venice. Then I reached the flagpoles and called it a run after the frustrations.
3.43 miles
11:15 pace
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Solo for Sweet 16
Saturday came, and after a few rest days, I was ready to go again. It was time for another LA Running Club session. This time, thankfully, it was cloudy in Santa Monica.
I set out south as usual and felt decent. Shortly into the run after the Santa Monica Pier descent, I encountered a fellow alumnus of LA Roadrunners Run 7; so, we ran together for a few miles which was nice. I always seem to run better when I have a partner or group. We ke[t going and talking a bit beyond the Roadrunners' base at Windward in Venice.
He turned around and headed back; I continued onwards. For whatever reason the weirdness of Venice seemed even more weird than normal.
I continued along Speedway, past the seaside condos and homeless seeking to salvage cans and bottles. I reached the first little jetty and saw airliners taking off from LAX. Water time.
It was on to the tree-lined streets of Marina del Rey past the condos. I still felt decent, which was a relief after Wednesday. I made the turn at the edge of the little bay and began the weaving through the complexes and by the marina loaded with boats and yachts.
I soon reached Mother's Beach and kept going ... now my longest run since the marathon. I went down the little passage that had become so familiar from Roadrunners and went by the Ritz-Carlton. Then I glimpsed the target ... the library. I made the turn to the street and ran by a Sheriff Deputy stopped in the middle of the road. I kept going and made the library. Not bad.
It felt odd as there were no other LARCs/Roadrunners with me. I was alone. There were some other joggers; but, I knew no one. I was not blazing fast; but, I was still running. I think the others had been assigned shorter distances due to different races on their schedule.
I took some more water and headed back north. I was so glad the sun was still hidden behind clouds.
The run back was not too bad. I was hoping for more energy and speed; but, at least I was functioning.
I trotted back and faced growing numbers of tourists once I hit Venice. I also saw a lot of LA Leggers.
As I was crossing the California Incline, I saw the KSwiss truck heading south. Alas. They had been displaying their new merchandise for the LARC. I had been on the long run; so, I had not returned in time. Note to self ... run faster next time.
I was doing alright considering the distance and running alone; but, I wish it had been faster. Close; but, not there yet.
I finally made it back and got the leftover Gatorade and pretzels. Assignment completed.
3:16.14 of running
16.15 miles
12:14 pace
I set out south as usual and felt decent. Shortly into the run after the Santa Monica Pier descent, I encountered a fellow alumnus of LA Roadrunners Run 7; so, we ran together for a few miles which was nice. I always seem to run better when I have a partner or group. We ke[t going and talking a bit beyond the Roadrunners' base at Windward in Venice.
He turned around and headed back; I continued onwards. For whatever reason the weirdness of Venice seemed even more weird than normal.
I continued along Speedway, past the seaside condos and homeless seeking to salvage cans and bottles. I reached the first little jetty and saw airliners taking off from LAX. Water time.
It was on to the tree-lined streets of Marina del Rey past the condos. I still felt decent, which was a relief after Wednesday. I made the turn at the edge of the little bay and began the weaving through the complexes and by the marina loaded with boats and yachts.
I soon reached Mother's Beach and kept going ... now my longest run since the marathon. I went down the little passage that had become so familiar from Roadrunners and went by the Ritz-Carlton. Then I glimpsed the target ... the library. I made the turn to the street and ran by a Sheriff Deputy stopped in the middle of the road. I kept going and made the library. Not bad.
It felt odd as there were no other LARCs/Roadrunners with me. I was alone. There were some other joggers; but, I knew no one. I was not blazing fast; but, I was still running. I think the others had been assigned shorter distances due to different races on their schedule.
I took some more water and headed back north. I was so glad the sun was still hidden behind clouds.
The run back was not too bad. I was hoping for more energy and speed; but, at least I was functioning.
I trotted back and faced growing numbers of tourists once I hit Venice. I also saw a lot of LA Leggers.
As I was crossing the California Incline, I saw the KSwiss truck heading south. Alas. They had been displaying their new merchandise for the LARC. I had been on the long run; so, I had not returned in time. Note to self ... run faster next time.
I was doing alright considering the distance and running alone; but, I wish it had been faster. Close; but, not there yet.
I finally made it back and got the leftover Gatorade and pretzels. Assignment completed.
3:16.14 of running
16.15 miles
12:14 pace
Sunday, August 15, 2010
When Saturday Comes
Saturday meant another LA Running Club run. It was scheduled to be a cutback week, so just about 60 minutes or so.
It was again overcast and kind of dull, even the Pacific Ocean waves seemed quieter.
The group seemed smaller as well, perhaps due to a paceleaders meeting for LA Roadrunners!
The goal for my training day was the Santa Monica-Venice border and return.
I set out fairly fast until about the Santa Monica Pier. Then, I began to feel drained mentally and physically and it became a struggle. I just could not feel a good flow or motion, even though my form should be better.
Near the turnaround point, my calves began to feel like they were weighted with lead. It was not a good sensation.
I resorted yet again to survival running and just trying to turn my feet over and keep going.
I felt a little surge of energy crossing California Incline and to the end; but, it was still not dominant power.
All in all for what was supposed to be an easy run, it was very frustrating and depressing. Still, six miles was a lot more than I would do a year ago.
6.17 miles
1:13.26 of running
11:52 pace
It was again overcast and kind of dull, even the Pacific Ocean waves seemed quieter.
The group seemed smaller as well, perhaps due to a paceleaders meeting for LA Roadrunners!
The goal for my training day was the Santa Monica-Venice border and return.
I set out fairly fast until about the Santa Monica Pier. Then, I began to feel drained mentally and physically and it became a struggle. I just could not feel a good flow or motion, even though my form should be better.
Near the turnaround point, my calves began to feel like they were weighted with lead. It was not a good sensation.
I resorted yet again to survival running and just trying to turn my feet over and keep going.
I felt a little surge of energy crossing California Incline and to the end; but, it was still not dominant power.
All in all for what was supposed to be an easy run, it was very frustrating and depressing. Still, six miles was a lot more than I would do a year ago.
6.17 miles
1:13.26 of running
11:52 pace
Monday, August 2, 2010
Halfway There
Saturday was another run for the LA Running Club.
I had run Tuesday and felt good; but, then managed to catch a cold (In August!?!?!?!?) and thought it best to get rest as much as I could. I feel a bit upset about not doing midweek runs; but, it has been one thing after another these days.
It was nice to start with overcast skies and also I really heard the waves crashing along the shore of the Pacific.
There was a warning that a fellow LARC member had been mugged the Saturday before; fortunately, Santa Monica Police Department tracked the culprit down and it seems he will be enjoying free state housing for a while. The LARC also had a stretching workshop; so, after all these different activities, I felt looser than normal and also energized.
This was also a longer run ...
I set out and was feeling quite good and running fast, too fast, for this point of training and distance.
I made the Santa Monica Pier and continued southward towards Venice.
Venice is home territory more or less due to LA Roadrunners training; so, it is a comfort zone, even with all the strange people and behavior everpresent.
Once I reached the landmark flagpole at Windward, I headed down the straightaway that is Speedway. I slowed some; but, still felt pretty good.
I reached the jetty, where I had gone last week, and continued onwards to Marina del Rey.
Marina del Rey has many nice townhouses and obviously a marina, with many very large and nice and expensive boats and yachts. Somehow I missed a turn and did not quite reach Mother's Beach (I did see it!); but, reached the end of one pier and having gone over halfway for assigned mileage worked my way to head home. It felt a bit weird being down there on my own; but, I had made it. I also felt the effects of the cold coming on again.
I started heading back through the marina and the nice areas and into Venice. Speedway was crowded with cars, movers, and runners/walkers. I was plugging along which was alright.
The Venice boardwalk reminded me of how weird the area is ... I heard "Santa Claus Is Coming to Town" coming from one store. Just further evidence that marijuana use is not a good thing.
When I reached the Casa del Mar hotel in Santa Monica, I stopped to finish off my bottle of water. There were more people out and the sun was starting to peer through the clouds.
I was starting to struggle a bit; but, I kept moving and overall it was alright.
Climbing up the Santa Monica Pier proved to be an issue with just a lot of people and traffic there for some reason early. At one point, I was walking and it was not due to lack of energy.
I made Ocean Avenue and was slower than the way out but was still going. I was happy to do the mental countdown of streets as I neared the starting point.
Finally, I crossed California Incline and got the feeling ... and even managed to increase speed a bit. I wanted so badly to sprint; but, there was just too much traffic of human and dog nature to go for it.
At last, I made the LARC base and started stretching. Then, it was Gatorade time!
I had done the distance and a bit more for October 24. My pace was a tad slower than I wanted; but, it was not disastrous.
Not bad. I definitely need to work on my speed and power reserves; but, at least I can do the distance.
2:41.35 of running
13.36 miles
12:07 pace
I had run Tuesday and felt good; but, then managed to catch a cold (In August!?!?!?!?) and thought it best to get rest as much as I could. I feel a bit upset about not doing midweek runs; but, it has been one thing after another these days.
It was nice to start with overcast skies and also I really heard the waves crashing along the shore of the Pacific.
There was a warning that a fellow LARC member had been mugged the Saturday before; fortunately, Santa Monica Police Department tracked the culprit down and it seems he will be enjoying free state housing for a while. The LARC also had a stretching workshop; so, after all these different activities, I felt looser than normal and also energized.
This was also a longer run ...
I set out and was feeling quite good and running fast, too fast, for this point of training and distance.
I made the Santa Monica Pier and continued southward towards Venice.
Venice is home territory more or less due to LA Roadrunners training; so, it is a comfort zone, even with all the strange people and behavior everpresent.
Once I reached the landmark flagpole at Windward, I headed down the straightaway that is Speedway. I slowed some; but, still felt pretty good.
I reached the jetty, where I had gone last week, and continued onwards to Marina del Rey.
Marina del Rey has many nice townhouses and obviously a marina, with many very large and nice and expensive boats and yachts. Somehow I missed a turn and did not quite reach Mother's Beach (I did see it!); but, reached the end of one pier and having gone over halfway for assigned mileage worked my way to head home. It felt a bit weird being down there on my own; but, I had made it. I also felt the effects of the cold coming on again.
I started heading back through the marina and the nice areas and into Venice. Speedway was crowded with cars, movers, and runners/walkers. I was plugging along which was alright.
The Venice boardwalk reminded me of how weird the area is ... I heard "Santa Claus Is Coming to Town" coming from one store. Just further evidence that marijuana use is not a good thing.
When I reached the Casa del Mar hotel in Santa Monica, I stopped to finish off my bottle of water. There were more people out and the sun was starting to peer through the clouds.
I was starting to struggle a bit; but, I kept moving and overall it was alright.
Climbing up the Santa Monica Pier proved to be an issue with just a lot of people and traffic there for some reason early. At one point, I was walking and it was not due to lack of energy.
I made Ocean Avenue and was slower than the way out but was still going. I was happy to do the mental countdown of streets as I neared the starting point.
Finally, I crossed California Incline and got the feeling ... and even managed to increase speed a bit. I wanted so badly to sprint; but, there was just too much traffic of human and dog nature to go for it.
At last, I made the LARC base and started stretching. Then, it was Gatorade time!
I had done the distance and a bit more for October 24. My pace was a tad slower than I wanted; but, it was not disastrous.
Not bad. I definitely need to work on my speed and power reserves; but, at least I can do the distance.
2:41.35 of running
13.36 miles
12:07 pace
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Take the Galleon
Saturday means long run day.
This time the weekly email said the target was to go to Galleon, a street down Speedway in Venice. It would be further than I have run since the 2010 LA Marathon (my high has been 8.1 miles).
I was unsure I could even make 8.1 after the abdominal strain and not running Thursday plus prior episodes of trouble.
I reached the rally point for the LA Running Club and started to stretch. During the announcements, those of us running the LA Rock 'n' Roll 1/2 Marathon received a new goal: The Jetty. Hmmm.
So, I set out and headed south and actually felt pretty good. This pleased me! The fear of abdominal pain was departing and some hope was arriving for a change.
I cleared the Santa Monica Pier and kept down to the fancy hotels. No major accomplishment yet as this was the normal course. I crossed the city line from Santa Monica to Venice (always a change in culture with the tourist shops, the marijuana "clinics," etc.). Still, nothing too noteworthy as it was the normal course.
I saw the flagpole at Windward and still felt pretty solid, which surprised me. I turned and headed down the old favorite, Speedway.
Speedway always reminds me of like trying to gain a sneak view of life for the rich and bohemian. Anyways, it is a public street and I can run on it and I have, do, and will do.
I continued on and went past my prior former turnoff point and kept going. It did seem kind of weird running alone in LA Roadrunners territory!
Eventually, I saw the signpost for the original destination, Galleon. I had taken the Galleon! I still felt decent; so, I continued south. The ability to just keep running when I did not expect to be able to was a huge boost.
Soon enough I saw the ivy and the fencing and knew the Jetty was approaching. I felt a relief and headed onwards and reached it and had a little celebration, drinking water.
This run also saw the resumption of mid-run eating, with a whole package of Clif Bar Shot Bloks, black cherry flavor, going down. I had not tried black cherry before; but, no stomach issues and taste was fine.
After my mini-celebration, it was time to head back and I started north reversing course. There were a lot of APLA runners coming towards me for some reason; but, no major problem. My main delay was due to cars on Speedway pulling in and out for parking.
I felt good being able to run, even if slowly, this far considering, and was happy to cross the line back into Santa Monica.
I wondered how it would be on the Ocean Avenue ascent; but, first was the windy part of the beach trail and then the climb up the pier. I felt a burst of energy going up the pier, which was nice and welcome. Then, it was Ocean Avenue. It did not trouble me much at all which was a good sign.
Soon enough, I had crossed the remaining distance and was back at the LARC base. I stretched, downed some pretzels and Gatorade, and chatted a bit. I felt pretty happy considering. Even more encouraging was I ran faster, even thougn it was slow, than I had the cutback week.
I had taken the Galleon!
11.2 miles of running
2:20.11
11:43 pace
This time the weekly email said the target was to go to Galleon, a street down Speedway in Venice. It would be further than I have run since the 2010 LA Marathon (my high has been 8.1 miles).
I was unsure I could even make 8.1 after the abdominal strain and not running Thursday plus prior episodes of trouble.
I reached the rally point for the LA Running Club and started to stretch. During the announcements, those of us running the LA Rock 'n' Roll 1/2 Marathon received a new goal: The Jetty. Hmmm.
So, I set out and headed south and actually felt pretty good. This pleased me! The fear of abdominal pain was departing and some hope was arriving for a change.
I cleared the Santa Monica Pier and kept down to the fancy hotels. No major accomplishment yet as this was the normal course. I crossed the city line from Santa Monica to Venice (always a change in culture with the tourist shops, the marijuana "clinics," etc.). Still, nothing too noteworthy as it was the normal course.
I saw the flagpole at Windward and still felt pretty solid, which surprised me. I turned and headed down the old favorite, Speedway.
Speedway always reminds me of like trying to gain a sneak view of life for the rich and bohemian. Anyways, it is a public street and I can run on it and I have, do, and will do.
I continued on and went past my prior former turnoff point and kept going. It did seem kind of weird running alone in LA Roadrunners territory!
Eventually, I saw the signpost for the original destination, Galleon. I had taken the Galleon! I still felt decent; so, I continued south. The ability to just keep running when I did not expect to be able to was a huge boost.
Soon enough I saw the ivy and the fencing and knew the Jetty was approaching. I felt a relief and headed onwards and reached it and had a little celebration, drinking water.
This run also saw the resumption of mid-run eating, with a whole package of Clif Bar Shot Bloks, black cherry flavor, going down. I had not tried black cherry before; but, no stomach issues and taste was fine.
After my mini-celebration, it was time to head back and I started north reversing course. There were a lot of APLA runners coming towards me for some reason; but, no major problem. My main delay was due to cars on Speedway pulling in and out for parking.
I felt good being able to run, even if slowly, this far considering, and was happy to cross the line back into Santa Monica.
I wondered how it would be on the Ocean Avenue ascent; but, first was the windy part of the beach trail and then the climb up the pier. I felt a burst of energy going up the pier, which was nice and welcome. Then, it was Ocean Avenue. It did not trouble me much at all which was a good sign.
Soon enough, I had crossed the remaining distance and was back at the LARC base. I stretched, downed some pretzels and Gatorade, and chatted a bit. I felt pretty happy considering. Even more encouraging was I ran faster, even thougn it was slow, than I had the cutback week.
I had taken the Galleon!
11.2 miles of running
2:20.11
11:43 pace
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Back In Service
Well, after two weeks of trying to figure out what was wrong with y running and basically everything else along with a side trip to San Jose, I decided to give running another go.
So, I went to the Totem Pole for the weekly LA Running Club.
I am not training for any proper races right now; so, the suggested course was eight miles.
I set out on a solo mission at first briefly heading north to tap the actual totem pole before heading south. I got the knees on the lowest figure tapped for luck and off I went. The weather was amazing with bright sunshine and great views of the Pacific Ocean and the beach. It was perfect for the tourists visiting Santa Monica.
I was initially doing about 10:25 pace; but, I slowed down fearing a post-layoff meltdown. Still, it felt good to be cruising again and soon enough I was on the Santa Monica Pier. I made the descent down to beach level and continued to the hotels, where I simulated the water station for the LA Roadrunners.
I kept going on the usual path and was soon crossing into Venice and the line of marijuana stores, I mean clinics. Soon enough I glimpsed the flag poles at Windward and the familiar starting point. I went down Speedway and turned back to the beachside after a few blocks. I was back at Windward and stopped for water.
I started up again and soon met up with a fellow runner from my original group, Run 8. So, we ended up trotting and chatting up the coast. He was going to stop; but, kept going. I think it also helped me a great deal just being in group running-mode.
I reached the LA Running Club tent and stopped to stretch and then get some Gatorade and pretzels.
I surprised myself by running the eight miles; so, not a bad restart.
1:33.37 of running
8.01 miles
11:41 pace
So, I went to the Totem Pole for the weekly LA Running Club.
I am not training for any proper races right now; so, the suggested course was eight miles.
I set out on a solo mission at first briefly heading north to tap the actual totem pole before heading south. I got the knees on the lowest figure tapped for luck and off I went. The weather was amazing with bright sunshine and great views of the Pacific Ocean and the beach. It was perfect for the tourists visiting Santa Monica.
I was initially doing about 10:25 pace; but, I slowed down fearing a post-layoff meltdown. Still, it felt good to be cruising again and soon enough I was on the Santa Monica Pier. I made the descent down to beach level and continued to the hotels, where I simulated the water station for the LA Roadrunners.
I kept going on the usual path and was soon crossing into Venice and the line of marijuana stores, I mean clinics. Soon enough I glimpsed the flag poles at Windward and the familiar starting point. I went down Speedway and turned back to the beachside after a few blocks. I was back at Windward and stopped for water.
I started up again and soon met up with a fellow runner from my original group, Run 8. So, we ended up trotting and chatting up the coast. He was going to stop; but, kept going. I think it also helped me a great deal just being in group running-mode.
I reached the LA Running Club tent and stopped to stretch and then get some Gatorade and pretzels.
I surprised myself by running the eight miles; so, not a bad restart.
1:33.37 of running
8.01 miles
11:41 pace
Sunday, May 9, 2010
A Bad Run
I have seen the term "junk miles" in some running publications, the miles runners do these as kind of filling in time.
Well, Saturday, I had "crap miles."
Again, without a scheduled run, I was on "fun run" status and not really knowing too many people like me at LA Running Club, I set off solo on the scheduled eight miles.
It was very beautiful with the waves and sunshine and palm trees.
My first mile went well.
After that, it got bad, very fast. I felt sore and just sluggish. I was struggling by the time I even made the Santa Monica Pier. It was embarrassing.
I kept going and headed into Venice and Windward and a block beyond. I then looped and headed back to the starting point.
I was more chugging along than anything. No real flow. No real energy. I just was not in a good place (may be it is like the rest of my life?).
I made it back and stretched. Then, it was time for Gatorade. Plus, there were samples of a new nutrient, Agel.
I then headed back to St. Anne's and my car. Later that day I felt sore and just depressed about the run and a lot of things.
Oh well, I hope it is just a one-off as It was a bad, bad run. Eight miles should be easy ... and they were not.
8 miles
1:41.33 running
12:43 pace (horrible)
Well, Saturday, I had "crap miles."
Again, without a scheduled run, I was on "fun run" status and not really knowing too many people like me at LA Running Club, I set off solo on the scheduled eight miles.
It was very beautiful with the waves and sunshine and palm trees.
My first mile went well.
After that, it got bad, very fast. I felt sore and just sluggish. I was struggling by the time I even made the Santa Monica Pier. It was embarrassing.
I kept going and headed into Venice and Windward and a block beyond. I then looped and headed back to the starting point.
I was more chugging along than anything. No real flow. No real energy. I just was not in a good place (may be it is like the rest of my life?).
I made it back and stretched. Then, it was time for Gatorade. Plus, there were samples of a new nutrient, Agel.
I then headed back to St. Anne's and my car. Later that day I felt sore and just depressed about the run and a lot of things.
Oh well, I hope it is just a one-off as It was a bad, bad run. Eight miles should be easy ... and they were not.
8 miles
1:41.33 running
12:43 pace (horrible)
Monday, May 3, 2010
Hmmm ... There is Another Way to Run?
After a long period of rest and hoped for injury recovery, I set out to return to at least medium-distance run with the LA Running Club.
I went to the rally point near the Totem Pole on a very bright, warm Saturday morning with wonderful views of the ocean and beach.
After some welcoming remarks and plans, they asked who was planning for what race, etc. As I am not doing any near-time long races, I was designated "fun run"category. This also led to a solo run.
So, unlike LA Roadrunners where we head north along Ocean Avenue; I headed ... south! It was the tried and true route in reverse.
I got out pretty fast and felt good, going under 10:00 pace for the first two miles, which surprised me for having not run much lately. Soon, it was onto the Santa Monica Pier. When I reached the Casa Del Mar Hotel, I simulated a water stop (I had my own bottle) and slowed down the pace.
I continued on south along the old route, including the tradition of the black cap backwards between Santa Monica Blvd. and ocean park, and crossed into Venice.
I reached Windward and the flag poles and made a second simulated water stop and headed back up to Santa Monica. Because of the recent storms, there was sand deposits on some of the trail.
I climbed up the incline and then the Pier and made it back relatively comfortably.
I stopped, stretched, had some Gatorade, and then thought about some things while overlooking the Pacific Ocean.
I was satisfied with the run. I know I can and should go further and faster; but, for a first time back, it was decent.
1:25.35 of running
7.72 miles
11:05 pace
I went to the rally point near the Totem Pole on a very bright, warm Saturday morning with wonderful views of the ocean and beach.
After some welcoming remarks and plans, they asked who was planning for what race, etc. As I am not doing any near-time long races, I was designated "fun run"category. This also led to a solo run.
So, unlike LA Roadrunners where we head north along Ocean Avenue; I headed ... south! It was the tried and true route in reverse.
I got out pretty fast and felt good, going under 10:00 pace for the first two miles, which surprised me for having not run much lately. Soon, it was onto the Santa Monica Pier. When I reached the Casa Del Mar Hotel, I simulated a water stop (I had my own bottle) and slowed down the pace.
I continued on south along the old route, including the tradition of the black cap backwards between Santa Monica Blvd. and ocean park, and crossed into Venice.
I reached Windward and the flag poles and made a second simulated water stop and headed back up to Santa Monica. Because of the recent storms, there was sand deposits on some of the trail.
I climbed up the incline and then the Pier and made it back relatively comfortably.
I stopped, stretched, had some Gatorade, and then thought about some things while overlooking the Pacific Ocean.
I was satisfied with the run. I know I can and should go further and faster; but, for a first time back, it was decent.
1:25.35 of running
7.72 miles
11:05 pace
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Week 24: Rain, Rain Went Away ... Then a Dog Did Play
Saturday came and it meant another long run with the LA Roadrunners. This time it was a relatively short 10 miles (that is just incredible to write ... 10 miles in May would have been a tad long). I am still working to complete the Los Angeles Marathon.
It had been raining Friday night and rain was forecast for Saturday; I had brought along the always fashionable trash bag as well as my windbreaker. It turns out I did not need them! It was gorgeous.
Group 7 has been getting smaller and this time it was only 41 strong (vs. 75-80 a few months ago).
Because of the forecast rain and the already likely existing mud on the San Vicente Urban Obstacle Course, we headed south. My partner this time was the fellow Knight of Columbus, Danny, who was back with the group after a few weeks.
It was kind of a lackluster run; I think part of it is the early energy dissipated in Venice's quiet zones. The group was basically moving along without too much change. We cleared Venice and entered the now familiar environs of Marina del Rey, including the single file passageways.
As we neared the turnaround point, it got a bit crowded with other Roadrunner groups to and fro as well as the dreaded LA Leggers. Still, things were pretty smooth. I was running decently and my knee was not bad at all.
Also, the group was not losing people like last week. It was a bit cooler, though sunny, which helped. The group stayed quite together and intact.
The group was heading back home at last. We were on the Venice Strand when my partner killing talents reappeared.
As we passed a many with a large dog, the dog bolted ... and upended my partner, who ended up on the ground. The dog's owner was frankly a jerk as well as irresponsible, hurling a bunch of "colorful" language at us (hmmm, the law says owner must control and LEASH dog). I thought he might even want to have a go; so, I was semi-preparing myself. My partner did make it back to his feet and finished along with the group. Yeah! No serious damage thankfully.
We made it back and did the usual stretching. Our senior pace leader then said we looked good. He also started providing more information on parking and the shuttle. Finally, he went into next week's run ... He provides a lot of information.
Afterwards, it was off to the land of bananas and Gatorade. I changed shirts (I had sweated up my Roadrunners one a lot for some reason) to SERVITE black. I got my icepack on and then went to reload.
I also met a loyal reader in person ... and then got called away. Alas.
1:55.08 of running
10:43 pace (dog attack slowed Group 7)
10.74 miles ... .74 extra!
It had been raining Friday night and rain was forecast for Saturday; I had brought along the always fashionable trash bag as well as my windbreaker. It turns out I did not need them! It was gorgeous.
Group 7 has been getting smaller and this time it was only 41 strong (vs. 75-80 a few months ago).
Because of the forecast rain and the already likely existing mud on the San Vicente Urban Obstacle Course, we headed south. My partner this time was the fellow Knight of Columbus, Danny, who was back with the group after a few weeks.
It was kind of a lackluster run; I think part of it is the early energy dissipated in Venice's quiet zones. The group was basically moving along without too much change. We cleared Venice and entered the now familiar environs of Marina del Rey, including the single file passageways.
As we neared the turnaround point, it got a bit crowded with other Roadrunner groups to and fro as well as the dreaded LA Leggers. Still, things were pretty smooth. I was running decently and my knee was not bad at all.
Also, the group was not losing people like last week. It was a bit cooler, though sunny, which helped. The group stayed quite together and intact.
The group was heading back home at last. We were on the Venice Strand when my partner killing talents reappeared.
As we passed a many with a large dog, the dog bolted ... and upended my partner, who ended up on the ground. The dog's owner was frankly a jerk as well as irresponsible, hurling a bunch of "colorful" language at us (hmmm, the law says owner must control and LEASH dog). I thought he might even want to have a go; so, I was semi-preparing myself. My partner did make it back to his feet and finished along with the group. Yeah! No serious damage thankfully.
We made it back and did the usual stretching. Our senior pace leader then said we looked good. He also started providing more information on parking and the shuttle. Finally, he went into next week's run ... He provides a lot of information.
Afterwards, it was off to the land of bananas and Gatorade. I changed shirts (I had sweated up my Roadrunners one a lot for some reason) to SERVITE black. I got my icepack on and then went to reload.
I also met a loyal reader in person ... and then got called away. Alas.
1:55.08 of running
10:43 pace (dog attack slowed Group 7)
10.74 miles ... .74 extra!
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Week 22: Blood and Guts Time
Today was another long run day for the LA Roadrunners. They have been saying be prepared for anything come the day of the Los Angeles Marathon; so, we run all weather (save for lightning). Today was one of those days ...
Another large storm is passing through So Cal and while pleasant-sounding the sound of the falling rain kept me awake for portions of the night. It also made the drive a bit more interesting with new potholes! I did bring my handy, Roadrunner-suggested trash bag.
The rain got me wet early on; but, I kind of like the feeling. It reminds me of the Servite days with pratices and games in the rain.
My group rallied as usual. We were missing a lot of the regulars though, including my partner who had gone off to Hawaii. (Our SPL later said they normally have 800-850 total runners; today was 552!).
The group set out in the rain north as usual. I saw my friend from church who again as usual declined to join us. This is where we got to play live-action Frogger! I thought of the old video game where you try to keep the frog from falling in the water ... this time there were semi-lakes where we usually run. So, we crossed into the bicycle paths (remarkably abandoned today). We were skipping and dodging puddles, lakes, rivers ... Still, inevitably, I got wet and wet fast.
We headed towards the Casa del Mar hotel water station and then in a new feature went under the Santa Monica Pier. We kept going north past the beach houses, all the while dodging puddles and such. It actually got sunny for a spell and I took off my jacket (I never did resort to the trash bag!).
On the way back to the start, it was nice: a bit sunny, but not warm. We crossed the threshold on Windward and headed south ... but the diversions began due to flooding and street closures. It also started to rain again! On the other hand, the surf was high and impressive (even if there is no chance in france that I would go anywhere near that water after a storm; you talk about health risks!).
We headed into Venice and then Marina del Rey. The boats were still there. There were still lots of puddles and debris. Mother's Beach had huge lines of erosion from water streams. We made it through the single-file passage by the Ritz-Carlton and onwards.
My knee was off and on sore. At the start it was really bad. Later, it got more numb soreness. Around the hotel I felt a strange sensation in my right foot; but, could not figure it out and kept going. It was here I also pulled off my latest partner kill ... he was gone!
We made it to the Library water station and our senior pace leader, Alan, was happy to see us. He reminds me of a high school coach; he seems gruff and tough ... but he cares a lot for us. Breaking out of here, a Group 7 tradition continued ... the front took off before we in the back had even gotten water and Gatorade, It is a lot of sprinting; I rather enjoy it, but one of the paceleaders was not amused.
We kept going. I saw my latest partner victim; he asked about the turnaround and was following us, just behind.
As we made it up Pacific in Venice, unusually for Group 7, line discipline was bad. Single-file was ordered; but, the front was ragged and the back pace leader was off playing sheepdog a few times. I also managed to get my jacket on and off as rain permitted.
Eventually, we made it back to the start; but, they had us go straight to the school and not stretch for fear of chills. I went and changed my shirt (Servite shirt time), shoes, socks, and cap. I was pretty drenched; but, I was happy as I had done 14 miles in the rain on a bad knee.
It was when I took off my right sock I finally noticed ... an odd pink blotch. Well, it seems the odd pink blotch was also on top of my shoe. I at last found out what it was ... a nail had chipped and peeled away along the side. It had bled ... a lot. It is just the rain had washed it out and me being out of it or in "Mind over matter; if you do not mind the pain, it does not matter"-mode had not even noticed!
I met a woman who had been trying out with Group 7 but dropped off; she said the pace had been too fast and the starts from the water station had just pounded her (she was another one in the back).
The things that happen ...
After the requisite banana and Gatorade, I listened to a nutrition lecture which was a bit confusing and overwhelming. I am just trying to do my best; but, I did learn a few things.
I also spoke a bit with the senior pace leader. He said days like today are separating who will make it and who will not; I want to be one who will.
Anyways, Group 7 pulled off ...
14.05 miles
2:31.05 of running
10:46 pace including water stations
Another large storm is passing through So Cal and while pleasant-sounding the sound of the falling rain kept me awake for portions of the night. It also made the drive a bit more interesting with new potholes! I did bring my handy, Roadrunner-suggested trash bag.
The rain got me wet early on; but, I kind of like the feeling. It reminds me of the Servite days with pratices and games in the rain.
My group rallied as usual. We were missing a lot of the regulars though, including my partner who had gone off to Hawaii. (Our SPL later said they normally have 800-850 total runners; today was 552!).
The group set out in the rain north as usual. I saw my friend from church who again as usual declined to join us. This is where we got to play live-action Frogger! I thought of the old video game where you try to keep the frog from falling in the water ... this time there were semi-lakes where we usually run. So, we crossed into the bicycle paths (remarkably abandoned today). We were skipping and dodging puddles, lakes, rivers ... Still, inevitably, I got wet and wet fast.
We headed towards the Casa del Mar hotel water station and then in a new feature went under the Santa Monica Pier. We kept going north past the beach houses, all the while dodging puddles and such. It actually got sunny for a spell and I took off my jacket (I never did resort to the trash bag!).
On the way back to the start, it was nice: a bit sunny, but not warm. We crossed the threshold on Windward and headed south ... but the diversions began due to flooding and street closures. It also started to rain again! On the other hand, the surf was high and impressive (even if there is no chance in france that I would go anywhere near that water after a storm; you talk about health risks!).
We headed into Venice and then Marina del Rey. The boats were still there. There were still lots of puddles and debris. Mother's Beach had huge lines of erosion from water streams. We made it through the single-file passage by the Ritz-Carlton and onwards.
My knee was off and on sore. At the start it was really bad. Later, it got more numb soreness. Around the hotel I felt a strange sensation in my right foot; but, could not figure it out and kept going. It was here I also pulled off my latest partner kill ... he was gone!
We made it to the Library water station and our senior pace leader, Alan, was happy to see us. He reminds me of a high school coach; he seems gruff and tough ... but he cares a lot for us. Breaking out of here, a Group 7 tradition continued ... the front took off before we in the back had even gotten water and Gatorade, It is a lot of sprinting; I rather enjoy it, but one of the paceleaders was not amused.
We kept going. I saw my latest partner victim; he asked about the turnaround and was following us, just behind.
As we made it up Pacific in Venice, unusually for Group 7, line discipline was bad. Single-file was ordered; but, the front was ragged and the back pace leader was off playing sheepdog a few times. I also managed to get my jacket on and off as rain permitted.
Eventually, we made it back to the start; but, they had us go straight to the school and not stretch for fear of chills. I went and changed my shirt (Servite shirt time), shoes, socks, and cap. I was pretty drenched; but, I was happy as I had done 14 miles in the rain on a bad knee.
It was when I took off my right sock I finally noticed ... an odd pink blotch. Well, it seems the odd pink blotch was also on top of my shoe. I at last found out what it was ... a nail had chipped and peeled away along the side. It had bled ... a lot. It is just the rain had washed it out and me being out of it or in "Mind over matter; if you do not mind the pain, it does not matter"-mode had not even noticed!
I met a woman who had been trying out with Group 7 but dropped off; she said the pace had been too fast and the starts from the water station had just pounded her (she was another one in the back).
The things that happen ...
After the requisite banana and Gatorade, I listened to a nutrition lecture which was a bit confusing and overwhelming. I am just trying to do my best; but, I did learn a few things.
I also spoke a bit with the senior pace leader. He said days like today are separating who will make it and who will not; I want to be one who will.
Anyways, Group 7 pulled off ...
14.05 miles
2:31.05 of running
10:46 pace including water stations
Friday, January 8, 2010
Nervous Time
In a little while, I am off to the mountains with the Confirmation teens from church ... for the whole weekend.
So, besides them, not getting sleep, giving a big talk and a smaller one, etc., I am a bit nervous now as my knee acted up on an easy walk this morning.
Since the commute from Running Springs to Venice is not doable, I am going to try and run on my own, especially as there is no ice or snow now (unfortunately). My senior pace leader suggested doing hillwork and up there qualifies! I do not think I can do 10 miles; but, the more the merrier.
So, a bit nervous how it will all work.
Adelante! CREDO.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Week 12: Cruisin' after Thanksgiving
Well, the LA Roadrunners do not stop for holidays; so, I left home home dark and early and despite light showers on the car I just washed, I got home in time for a quick nap before getting up to eat and change for ... the weekly long run. I also did not get much sleep Friday nigth due to leaving early, being home home, and also monitoring Servite's victory in the football playoffs. Once a Friar ... ALWAYS a Friar. The things I do for training for aiming the Los Angeles Marathon.
Despite the earlier light rain, the weather was great. The waves were pounding, slight breeze, and some nice sunshine. I was eager to go despite little sleep and a recurring bout of soreness in my knee. I did have a good feeling as I heard some of my favorite U2 songs on the radio before I left home. I also played my now official theme song for all of this journey.
Soon enough Lucky 7/Magnificent 7 was off, fewer in number than normal; but, still sizable. The group headed north as usual and crossed the Santa Monica Pier; but, we turned back at California Avenue due to the Santa Monica Gobble Wobble run! I actually wanted to do that one; but, it was only 5k/10k and too short for training. This also meant no San Vicente Urban Obstacle Course. It was a bit disappointing as I wanted to see how my body reacted to it after doing the Yorba Linda hillwork Thursday. Still, some things never change and my running partner and I talked McCourts gossip again.
The group was soon enough back at the starting point and then headed deep into Venice, well past the Venice Pier. Having British blood and lots of it, I was glad to see Union Jack Street.
Next came my first excursion as a runner to Marina Del Rey. It was very interesting and pretty. Lots of nice condos and hotels. Nice inlets with water. Amazing yachts and boats. I think I could handle living there.
It did pose some interesting challenges with narrow passages necessitating single file running and even stoppages due to oncoming runners/walkers. Also, there was some car dodging.
The group wound through sidestreets and along the yacht anchorages until reaching the Marina Del Rey Marriott and then the library and the turnaround point. Soon, it was back along the same passageways and back to the basecamp at Venice.
I was really happy as I now hold the family record for distance as well as having completed an unofficial half marathon. The group ran 14.2 miles at a 11:58 clip in 2:49. Not bad for a post-Thanksgiving Day cruise.
For me personally it was good as my knee while bothersome did not become beyond use and although I could feel the lactic acid, I was able to keep going and keep with the group, talk, etc. I did use the GU Chomps again during the run to keep my energy level intact.
After stretching Alan the senior pace leader was great and brought out muffins and orange juice for a belated celebration of his birthday as well as Thanksgiving. Then I went to the school for the traditional Gatorade and bananas and even extra bananas as there were lots left over due to people off on holiday.
All in all, it was a good day. I ran and kept up despite some physical obstacles. I like my group. I hope when the pace quickens I will still be alright with it; but, right now, I am and I am doing my midweek running.
Despite the earlier light rain, the weather was great. The waves were pounding, slight breeze, and some nice sunshine. I was eager to go despite little sleep and a recurring bout of soreness in my knee. I did have a good feeling as I heard some of my favorite U2 songs on the radio before I left home. I also played my now official theme song for all of this journey.
Soon enough Lucky 7/Magnificent 7 was off, fewer in number than normal; but, still sizable. The group headed north as usual and crossed the Santa Monica Pier; but, we turned back at California Avenue due to the Santa Monica Gobble Wobble run! I actually wanted to do that one; but, it was only 5k/10k and too short for training. This also meant no San Vicente Urban Obstacle Course. It was a bit disappointing as I wanted to see how my body reacted to it after doing the Yorba Linda hillwork Thursday. Still, some things never change and my running partner and I talked McCourts gossip again.
The group was soon enough back at the starting point and then headed deep into Venice, well past the Venice Pier. Having British blood and lots of it, I was glad to see Union Jack Street.
Next came my first excursion as a runner to Marina Del Rey. It was very interesting and pretty. Lots of nice condos and hotels. Nice inlets with water. Amazing yachts and boats. I think I could handle living there.
It did pose some interesting challenges with narrow passages necessitating single file running and even stoppages due to oncoming runners/walkers. Also, there was some car dodging.
The group wound through sidestreets and along the yacht anchorages until reaching the Marina Del Rey Marriott and then the library and the turnaround point. Soon, it was back along the same passageways and back to the basecamp at Venice.
I was really happy as I now hold the family record for distance as well as having completed an unofficial half marathon. The group ran 14.2 miles at a 11:58 clip in 2:49. Not bad for a post-Thanksgiving Day cruise.
For me personally it was good as my knee while bothersome did not become beyond use and although I could feel the lactic acid, I was able to keep going and keep with the group, talk, etc. I did use the GU Chomps again during the run to keep my energy level intact.
After stretching Alan the senior pace leader was great and brought out muffins and orange juice for a belated celebration of his birthday as well as Thanksgiving. Then I went to the school for the traditional Gatorade and bananas and even extra bananas as there were lots left over due to people off on holiday.
All in all, it was a good day. I ran and kept up despite some physical obstacles. I like my group. I hope when the pace quickens I will still be alright with it; but, right now, I am and I am doing my midweek running.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Week 4: Six Miles and Smiling?
Today was a great day of running! I am not sure why or how; it just was.
The pace leaders for Groups 7 and 8 had both emailed about learning to run uphill as well as the first crossing of the Santa Monica Pier. Both were "firsts" in marathon training for me.
Before all of the groups set out, Lightning Rod Dixon mentioned the need to learn to run uphill and downhill. Then, they announced the groups would be slowing down, fairly significantly. This meant my new adopted group, Magnificent 7/Lucky 7 was aiming for 12:00 miles rather than race day plan of 10:30. Since I have run much faster than that on 5K and just in training and even the Roadrunners sessions, it was a bit disappointing. Then, the senior pace leader explained it a bit more and ended with, "To run faster, we must run slower." Apparently, this helps build up aerobic capacity; but, for a sprinter-minded runner, it is near heresy ... we run faster to run even faster! This Los Angeles Marathon is a whole new world for me.
Nevertheless, soon Group 7 was launched down the Strand in Venice on an absolutely beautiful day. I felt so comfortable and at ease; it was amazing. Granted, the speed was slow; but, I was running six miles without a problem, something basically impossible at the start of May. I was barely even sweating, which in itself is near miraculous. I stopped at the water station; but, it was certainly far from an emergency halt.
The group continued onwards and we reached the landmark Santa Monica Pier and began the ascent up from the Strand. We were then halted for a bit of training on uphill and downhill running and even a practice session up and down the bit of incline from Pico and the famous sign. I was almost gleeful hearing "pump your arms like a sprinter." Yeah! In fact, a lot of the old ways came back quickly as memories of how I ran The Bowl and stadiums kicked in almost instinctively. It really was no problem.
After ascending up to Ocean Avenue, we continued north alongside a stunning view of a near empty beach and a gorgeous, non-tsunami-threatened Santa Monica Bay. The old tap-the-fingers trick was in effect. I could not believe how relaxed I felt running what really is a decent distance! I actually broke out a smile! A smile! A smile while running! I could not believe it. I had NEVER smiled while running. At Servite, it was essentially forbidden unless you had a) finished a race b) won Yet, here I was smiling! Unreal. People were dropping out of the group and here I was smiling! I just could not imagine this happening.
So, we continued up to California Avenue passing the Santa Monica and Wilshire Boulevard borders demarcating the rich and proper people from us lot in the south. We turned around and got a nice view over the sea as a reward and headed back south. Among the sights was a low-flying military CH-47 Chinook helicopter flying along the beach! Wow, even some aviation scenery for me to see. This was a good run.
Our group headed back down over the Pier and down the Strand to our start, logging 6.06 miles. I knew it was a slow run; but, what a run. I felt so relieved. No knee problems. No problems at all. I actually felt peaceful. After stretching out hearing a bit on next week, it was back to the school for Gatorade, water and bananas. Then there was a rather detailed and scientific discussion on nutrition. I then headed for home.
It was just such a moment for me, a nice moment after a lot of challenges. It will not be easy to finish training and then actually running the Marathon come March 21; but, this helped a lot. I did six miles and it felt like I could have doubled it. Normally, alone on the track I would be huffing and puffing ...
The marathon style is so different. I had been trained to think like a cheetah: run on your own, run hard, run fast and get your target quickly. Now, it is like a wolf pack: run together, run consistently, run longer, and endure. Two ways of looking at life, I guess.
I still have a long ways to go on many, many things in my life; but, perhaps this was a start. Or as my hero Sir Winston Churchill said, "It was not the beginning of the end, but perhaps the end of the beginning."
The pace leaders for Groups 7 and 8 had both emailed about learning to run uphill as well as the first crossing of the Santa Monica Pier. Both were "firsts" in marathon training for me.
Before all of the groups set out, Lightning Rod Dixon mentioned the need to learn to run uphill and downhill. Then, they announced the groups would be slowing down, fairly significantly. This meant my new adopted group, Magnificent 7/Lucky 7 was aiming for 12:00 miles rather than race day plan of 10:30. Since I have run much faster than that on 5K and just in training and even the Roadrunners sessions, it was a bit disappointing. Then, the senior pace leader explained it a bit more and ended with, "To run faster, we must run slower." Apparently, this helps build up aerobic capacity; but, for a sprinter-minded runner, it is near heresy ... we run faster to run even faster! This Los Angeles Marathon is a whole new world for me.
Nevertheless, soon Group 7 was launched down the Strand in Venice on an absolutely beautiful day. I felt so comfortable and at ease; it was amazing. Granted, the speed was slow; but, I was running six miles without a problem, something basically impossible at the start of May. I was barely even sweating, which in itself is near miraculous. I stopped at the water station; but, it was certainly far from an emergency halt.
The group continued onwards and we reached the landmark Santa Monica Pier and began the ascent up from the Strand. We were then halted for a bit of training on uphill and downhill running and even a practice session up and down the bit of incline from Pico and the famous sign. I was almost gleeful hearing "pump your arms like a sprinter." Yeah! In fact, a lot of the old ways came back quickly as memories of how I ran The Bowl and stadiums kicked in almost instinctively. It really was no problem.
After ascending up to Ocean Avenue, we continued north alongside a stunning view of a near empty beach and a gorgeous, non-tsunami-threatened Santa Monica Bay. The old tap-the-fingers trick was in effect. I could not believe how relaxed I felt running what really is a decent distance! I actually broke out a smile! A smile! A smile while running! I could not believe it. I had NEVER smiled while running. At Servite, it was essentially forbidden unless you had a) finished a race b) won Yet, here I was smiling! Unreal. People were dropping out of the group and here I was smiling! I just could not imagine this happening.
So, we continued up to California Avenue passing the Santa Monica and Wilshire Boulevard borders demarcating the rich and proper people from us lot in the south. We turned around and got a nice view over the sea as a reward and headed back south. Among the sights was a low-flying military CH-47 Chinook helicopter flying along the beach! Wow, even some aviation scenery for me to see. This was a good run.
Our group headed back down over the Pier and down the Strand to our start, logging 6.06 miles. I knew it was a slow run; but, what a run. I felt so relieved. No knee problems. No problems at all. I actually felt peaceful. After stretching out hearing a bit on next week, it was back to the school for Gatorade, water and bananas. Then there was a rather detailed and scientific discussion on nutrition. I then headed for home.
It was just such a moment for me, a nice moment after a lot of challenges. It will not be easy to finish training and then actually running the Marathon come March 21; but, this helped a lot. I did six miles and it felt like I could have doubled it. Normally, alone on the track I would be huffing and puffing ...
The marathon style is so different. I had been trained to think like a cheetah: run on your own, run hard, run fast and get your target quickly. Now, it is like a wolf pack: run together, run consistently, run longer, and endure. Two ways of looking at life, I guess.
I still have a long ways to go on many, many things in my life; but, perhaps this was a start. Or as my hero Sir Winston Churchill said, "It was not the beginning of the end, but perhaps the end of the beginning."
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Week 1: Where do I belong?
Well, this morning was the first Saturday of training.
It was initially a bit like being a freshman the first day of high school. There were the upperclassmen who knew everything and were veterans and then the sophomore-types and then the people like me who were totally new. After completing registration and getting a nice battleship-grey shirt, it was a bit of hurry-up and wait; but, still it was interesting seeing the incredible variety of people in the school hall. There was a real Marine Corps-type cadence/chant given by Leroy (?), which got me going ... ah, this is like the Servite days!
A key question is what pace group to be in, at least for the week. I frankly had no bloody idea, besides avoiding the semi-Kenyan-section (a.k.a. the really fast runners). One man was a bit discouraging when he said I should go to the run/power walk group, and not even the fastest of those! On the other hand, I had run a relatively decent time in a 5k in August (my first 5k).
I decided to go for it and stay in an all-running group, Group 8 (or in Chad Johnson-speak; Grupo Ocho). Once the registrations had been completed, the leaders introduced themselves and spoke a bit about the process and were very encouraging. They also gave the happy news that the marathon will end in Santa Monica! The groups (runners, run/walkers, and walkers) all headed out to the Strand and soon with surprisingly basically no stretching (Servite coaches would have been in shock), we started.
It was a decent day to run, a bit overcast. There were people on the Strand paths and other groups as well. There was also the still striking images of poverty (homeless people, some mentally-ill people), urban issues (litter, empty stores, graffiti), and affluence (the luxury hotels). I got into a decent rhythm fairly quickly and felt pretty good (it was only supposed to be 3 miles; but, a few months ago, this would not be really viable).
Group 8 made a semi-organized turnaround away from the Pier end and headed back towards Venice. The group's pace leaders were fun and energetic, which helped. (I must say the walking groups seemed to be having the best time!) It was a large group of 74 runners and some began to falter and/or tire; but, we made it back and stretched more than at the start, which apparently is the norm for distance running (Note to self: Stop thinking like a sprinter/middle distance runner!). Then it was back to the school for bananas and water and a bit of a sense of "Hey, I can do this." I also spoke with a pace leader about some group questions. We found out they had missed the turn and we actually did 3.7 miles (the horror!); but, at a good clip. Not a bad run and actually less than I had been doing Saturdays; but, it is nicer with people, the ocean view, ...
So, I am not sure if this is the group for me. I may try a faster group (the pace leader said Group 7 or may be Group 6). I definitely think I can do the running and not have to go for power walk/run.
On the way home, I began to think about the morning and the marathon. May be this is more than just trying to get into shape or trying to do a crazy physical challenge. May be it is going to be a journey for me far beyond just miles. I started thinking about how in so many other parts of my life right now I am trying to figure out, "Where do I belong?"
It was initially a bit like being a freshman the first day of high school. There were the upperclassmen who knew everything and were veterans and then the sophomore-types and then the people like me who were totally new. After completing registration and getting a nice battleship-grey shirt, it was a bit of hurry-up and wait; but, still it was interesting seeing the incredible variety of people in the school hall. There was a real Marine Corps-type cadence/chant given by Leroy (?), which got me going ... ah, this is like the Servite days!
A key question is what pace group to be in, at least for the week. I frankly had no bloody idea, besides avoiding the semi-Kenyan-section (a.k.a. the really fast runners). One man was a bit discouraging when he said I should go to the run/power walk group, and not even the fastest of those! On the other hand, I had run a relatively decent time in a 5k in August (my first 5k).
I decided to go for it and stay in an all-running group, Group 8 (or in Chad Johnson-speak; Grupo Ocho). Once the registrations had been completed, the leaders introduced themselves and spoke a bit about the process and were very encouraging. They also gave the happy news that the marathon will end in Santa Monica! The groups (runners, run/walkers, and walkers) all headed out to the Strand and soon with surprisingly basically no stretching (Servite coaches would have been in shock), we started.
It was a decent day to run, a bit overcast. There were people on the Strand paths and other groups as well. There was also the still striking images of poverty (homeless people, some mentally-ill people), urban issues (litter, empty stores, graffiti), and affluence (the luxury hotels). I got into a decent rhythm fairly quickly and felt pretty good (it was only supposed to be 3 miles; but, a few months ago, this would not be really viable).
Group 8 made a semi-organized turnaround away from the Pier end and headed back towards Venice. The group's pace leaders were fun and energetic, which helped. (I must say the walking groups seemed to be having the best time!) It was a large group of 74 runners and some began to falter and/or tire; but, we made it back and stretched more than at the start, which apparently is the norm for distance running (Note to self: Stop thinking like a sprinter/middle distance runner!). Then it was back to the school for bananas and water and a bit of a sense of "Hey, I can do this." I also spoke with a pace leader about some group questions. We found out they had missed the turn and we actually did 3.7 miles (the horror!); but, at a good clip. Not a bad run and actually less than I had been doing Saturdays; but, it is nicer with people, the ocean view, ...
So, I am not sure if this is the group for me. I may try a faster group (the pace leader said Group 7 or may be Group 6). I definitely think I can do the running and not have to go for power walk/run.
On the way home, I began to think about the morning and the marathon. May be this is more than just trying to get into shape or trying to do a crazy physical challenge. May be it is going to be a journey for me far beyond just miles. I started thinking about how in so many other parts of my life right now I am trying to figure out, "Where do I belong?"
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