Speaking of tying on some running shoes, I did make a certain “commitment” for later this year…a certain day in November.

I spanked that little pansy Ed Norton (3:48:01) scrubbed Dr. Greene (Anthony Edwards, 4:08:45) and left Alanis to take the jagged little pill (4:28:45)…

After all that emotion of the last post you are probably wondering what the hell I have to complain about. A personal best (first marathon was 3:49:10) on one of the most difficult courses there is. Is it not enough to take 11 minutes off in 6 months?

If I take the “extra” time off the last six miles, assuming I could have at least maintained 8:00/mile, I add up 7:20- leaving 3:31:13. Still not sub 3:30:00. And probably more agonizing to have missed by a minute-thirteen. So how does this happen, how do the wheels fall off by almost eight minutes?

If you look at the 5K splits and their average minute per miles it breaks down like this:

5 Kilometers Time: 00:23:41.00 Pace/mile: 7:36

10 Kilometers Time: 00:47:32.00 Pace/mile: 7:39- for reference my PB on 10K is 47:45…

15 Kilometers Time: 01:11:39.00 Pace/mile: 7:41

20 Kilometers Time: 01:38:22.00 Pace/mile: 7:54

Half-Marathon Time: 01:43:50.00 Pace/mile: 7:55- for reference my PB on this is 1:40:33

25 Kilometers Time: 02:03:59.00 Pace/mile: 7:58.

30 Kilometers Time: 02:29:27.00 Pace/mile: 8:01

20 miles 8:47

21 miles 8:47

35 Kilometers Time: 02:57:06.00 Pace/mile: 8:08

22 miles 8:38

23 miles 8:56

24 miles 9:24

40 Kilometers Time: 03:26:06.00 Pace/mile: 8:17

25 miles 9:45

26 miles 9:03

Finish Time: 03:38:33.00 Pace/mile: 8:20

The 5K splits tell a gradual story, the mile splits tell the gory story, wheels coming off pretty quick in the last 10K. And look at those early splits, I have a new 10K record! Set during the Marathon! You are not supposed to do that! Clearly there was nothing left in the tank after 20 miles, and those early miles are responsible.

I think 3:30:00 was probably not a possibility. There was no margin for the course or the unexpected. And the unexpected in this case was the course, I did not expect to be so unfocused and running like a scared deer. Oh Bambi!

Looking at those final mile splits I know how bad I was feeling, but I see that I was moving, and that I had a little surge even in the final mile. It certainly did not feel that way. I can accept that this was the best that I could do on that day, and that it reflects the training I put in and the experience level that I (don’t) have. Sure, I could have run a more balanced race and felt better in those final miles, I doubt however that the time would have differed by more than four or five minutes. But everything they say about banking time early and giving it back double is true. I was ahead almost 4 minutes by the half and gave it all back and then some by the end.

In terms of training I really focused on speed this time, and next time I will focus a lot more on marathon pace runs or progression runs, some going past 20 miles or past 3 hours. The last 30 minutes of the race is really “the race” and I need to experience running more on heavily fatigued legs.

Next time? Guess I am not that upset.

Finally something to add about Team for Kids: They came through Big Time in this race: the volunteers and organizers are all amazing, the buses ran smoothly, they did their best to shepherd us through the start on Staten Island. And at the finish, they were there with people to help you to Cherry Hill, they bring your baggage and a beverage to you and give you a place to rest and collect yourself. At that point, they were like sweet sweet beer angels, minus the beer:) I do not want to think about having to negotiate the baggage line and mile long walk from the finish line. We were treated like Rock Stars and they really deserve a lot of thanks for that. If you have googled this to get info for next year, run don’t walk to sign up for TFK, they really have your back.

Sorry that may be a little creepy to associate a marathon trophy with a rifle but this race was all heart and no head.

Early on it was shock and awe though.

We are at the head of 10,000, squeezed between double decker busses topped with young children. In the distance ahead, through the trees is visible a bridge leading up with the first wave departing. You see it on TV but it is different when you are next. They are small and colourful and rustling uphill like the back of the leaves in a storm wind. I point this out and the woman standing next to me is thrilled, she leans over and touches my arm, we feel connected in the two minutes we have been standing in the corral. We wish each other well, she is a triathlete but running is not her best sport. She expects to finish in a little over four hours. The canon goes off, the race starts, and we are instantly dissolved into the flow and she is gone.

You don’t notice the uphill when it comes, although others are already breathing heavily. Some jump up on the divider to take pictures of the runners and Manhattan in the distance. Coming off the bridge there are about three families waiting right there, a small cheering section. You could be at any suburban off-ramp, a car could be pulled over to change a flat, and it would be the same folks, waiting by the side of the road.

“Go NYPD!” The guy is not actually NYPD, but his friend his, so he joined the escort and got a t-shirt, which is why he is getting the shout-outs. From the looks of him however he is not a first-responder. He is actually a podiatrist from Florida. Greying, 45-49, if he was NYPD he would have been retired by now, unless he was a captain or a detective. He doesn’t have the build of a police officer, but this goes unnoticed. He is trying to qualify for Boston, needs a 3:30 to get there, which is why I know his age range. We run together for five or six miles. At about mile five he spots his girlfriend off the side and runs to her, he says, “I am running with Robert!” I slow down a little, we are very ahead on time and am starting to get worried that I am not hitting my goal pace.

For some reason I really don’t know what to do, I cannot stop checking the sides of the road to see if I know anyone. I want to focus and just run but the spectacle is too engaging, too distracting. When we go past Sixteenth Street I tell NYPD, this is my street, and he shouts to the crowd- “he lives here! he lives here! this is Robert’s neighbourhood!”  It is funny and warm. Even though we are going too fast I continue on, I think there may be some folks at Union Street I know, I can peel off there. I say to NYPD, “if I clock another 7:45 I am going to have to dial this back-”. Union Street comes and goes and I cannot find anyone, NYPD goes ahead, I let it be.  He is no longer running with Robert. I didn’t get his bib number so I don’t know if he bq’d or not. Three minutes ahead of schedule and growing, still not hitting the splits. I am running like it is a half marathon.

I have run seven hundred miles in training, and never gotten a blister. For some cosmic reason, I am getting a blister. It is on the top of the second toe on the left side, the one with the black toenail from the first marathon, since healed perfectly. This little piggy. But the sock, the one I hand picked out of a dozen as being the newest and softest is rubbing a bare patch. Either I stop and deal with it or figure it will eventually go numb. I retie my shoelaces twice in mile eleven, but it is not working. I hit the med tent at mile twelve and ask for some vaseline. There are no emergencies here or traumas, just people like me with blisters. Time is passing but I am so much ahead I think it will not matter. There is no blister, just an abrasion. It makes no sense. The aid worker takes my bib number and ailment. Statistics? Accountability.

Finally the volume of the course ebbs a little through the middle miles leading up to the Queensboro Bridge. I do an internal check and figure I am at about 80% considering. I am running marathon pace finally and figure the uphill on the bridge and the downhill will all even out. I find some friends at mile 14, still optimistic, still unaware. I have no idea what I said but I know I was here, there is a picture-I am beatifically happy. All this leads up to the Queensboro Bridge.

A first sign of trouble, I see some course marshals coming my way, picking their way through the stream, someone behind me is stopped, bent over, another person holding them up. I know I am not 80% anymore. The mile uphill and crosswind has shown me that my achilles is not happy any more, it is sore, beginning to complain, to stiffen, and compensating is my left quadriceps, slowly getting more beat with each landing. The next mile is all downhill, will make hamburger out of my thigh, another sharp turn at the bottom, gingerly on the achilles, they put hay bales on all the sharp turns as if a runner could be going so fast as to miss the turn and need something soft to crash into.  The beginning of the mob noise coming up from the street below. This is Manhattan and the last ten miles.

First Avenue seems as wide as it is long when there are no parked cars on either side.  I may have checked my mile splits here but it was beginning not to matter, I was drawing inward, conserving, doubting, getting scared. I knew exactly how far it was to go, the ten miles was not something impossible, a routine rest day run. I tried to tell myself, it was work to be done, no more no less.

We run past a large grey facade, Sloan Kettering Memorial Hospital. I look right and they have wheeled out two children, still in hospital beds. They are very young, a full battery of I.V’s and monitors is behind them, they are pale and I imagine bald from Chemotherapy, wrapped under blankets to keep them warm. They are here to see the marathon. All this stuff about how running a marathon changes you, when it is only the fact that you are living that matters. If change was what comes from running 26.2 miles then these kids would not be in beds. How does one regard another’s suffering? Who was here for whom?

The Poland Spring Hydration Zone at mile 17 distributes green sponges-on a hot day a cool sponge might be a good idea. Under grey skies it looks like a plague of toads has recently fallen, thousands of dark green sponges lie flat on the street. You would not want to step on a toad and turn an ankle.  In the fluid stations the spilled gatorade forms a slick glue that adheres to your shoe for several dozen yards after, and each step skitches as you peel your foot from the road.

Towards the Bronx the noise abates and the crowd diminishes, getting up and down the bridges is about all I have left now. I ask someone what the real time is and they give me the time 11:45am, but they have forgotten to set their clocks ahead-it is 12:45 and this means I have actually hit my goal time for twenty miles more or less. But I know there is no way I can maintain pace for the rest of the race. I am going landmark to landmark, block to block. Finally we are at 139th Street in the Bronx and I know that it is a countdown now to 90th Street and Engineers Gate where we enter the Park. I cannot or neglect to do the subtraction and arrive at 49 as the difference.

In Harlem a church choir and small band are playing something uplifting, another man and a piano dealing the STAX tracks. After all the volume of the race course so far, these sounds are incredibly soothing and mellowing and I pass through them and them through me to 125th Street and then Marcus Garvey Park. More children are out to greet us, youth from the TFK programs. I have nothing to pass back as I am saving it all for the hill up Fifth Avenue to come shortly.

Then I start the mantras. Engineers Gate. Engineers Gate. Engineers Gate. Whatever I can do to dissociate from my physical state. I have few memories of this section, there are spectators but I don’t see them, all the way up to 90th Street. Waiting for the mirage of Frank Lloyd Wright’s white beehive to appear.

Engineers Gate. More hay bales. Where do you get hay in New York? I try to feel like I have achieved something by getting here, that it is all as the saying goes, downhill from here. Except when it is uphill. Breaking the Park down into blocks does not work. It is just winding green turning turning on itself. For a long while I hear over and over “Crazy Daisy!” “Crazy Daisy!” Someone near me has written this on their jersey. I do not look around to see who it is. It takes me a while to associate this, crazy Daisy is the nickname of a little girl I know in Omaha, who not incidentally has endured more in her short time living on this earth than anyone might want to endure, a double transplant, nearly a year in NeoNatal intensive care. At least a dozen operations. How is it that I hear this, right now, here? It is all bizarrely about living, this marathon.

We roll downhill in mile 25 and this is about as much as my leg muscles can take, my left side is twanging like a banjo string, I have never felt this before, and then a partial cramp, and then a real cramp, my left side freezes up in that spasm where you don’t know if you should straighten it or bend it or what- I haul off to the left side of the road, I have no idea what I looked like. A lady with a British accent leans over the cyclone fencing and says, “well you cahn’t stop naw cahn you then? Gota t’keep gowin’…” and she is perversely right, I am startled by her clarity. Just what are you going to do now? So I put weight on it not knowing what is functional and what is not and manage to generate a stride and then another.

The last mile and two-tenths was complete focus on putting one foot in front of another. People around me who are having a different day are pumping their arms and high-fiving the crowd along Central Park South. I really don’t like them and imagine they are all from France or Spain or Portugal and probably enjoy shopping in New York but think America is full of stupid fat people. I stay dead center and aim for the statue of Columbus. He had the right idea. It is a washing machine of emotions, I feel I have so badly bungled the race, so obviously ignored the simple facts of going slow early, I cannot believe this is how I am going to get across the finish line. All heart and no head. This is not my way. I lead everything with my head, the heart has no place in rational matters. And if it is to be heart, it is all triumphant rock guitars and explosions and drum solos. It is not- this-? My first New York City Marathon, that I have watched for thirteen years from the sidelines, have said to myself as we all do, “I’d like to do that one day…” and now I am a mile from finishing, have not a jot of energy left to jubilate, ululate, do the robot, a funky break, muster any sense of triumph-it is just going to get done-

Making the turn to Columbus Circle we bottleneck into the Park, someone is shouting my name over and over and over and I realize who it is-another picture tk- yes I look happy, it breaks me out of this tunnel, and now the last 800 meters. I remember from mile repeats the time 3 minutes 30 seconds, I have at least that and more to go. Remember to raise your arms and look up for Brightroom to take your picture, the clock is there, 3 hours 51 minutes, less the offset which was around 16 minutes means I am still under 3:40 at least, I hope it is not that close because I am not capable of sprinting to close a few seconds gap if it is. Across the mats and it is done. Someone reaches out from behind me and congratulates me-the man at the running shoe store-was I faster than him? I think I squeezed his hand very hard, there was just so much I could not express at that moment. Someone asks me if I need an escort, no, I am fine, really, barely holding it in, you pass the medals, I pick a very young hispanic lad because no one seems to be picking him, he places the medal over my head, I bend down low, I thank him, I hope I thanked him. I pose for a photograph, you could tell I think that I had been weeping, but I stand there, just stand, this is it. I have no idea what that looks like, defiance, sadness, passing through sadness. Next they give you the silver heat sheet and a sticker to keep it on in case you can’t. I pull it up over the bridge of my nose to hide and let the rest out.

If all this sounds like a lot of emotional handwringing it is because it is, because you don’t always know what to make of things when you make them. But this is what it was as I did it. So much different from the first, I think they are all probably very different, all like different lives even, no two the same, all flawed, all unique, all unexpected. I will tie it up in a brighter bow next post.

and can we not rain on sunday, pleeese?

another way to get to the finish line…

the famous uphill finish...

I wanted to share with you the website for the athlete tracking- you will get 5K splits for me along the way; go here and you have to enter your email and a password, don’t worry, the email is deleted after the race. Submit that and then the next page allows you to add runners, either by name or bib number. Mine is 22909. Sometime after 10 am you will begin to get 5k splits which should be in the neighbourhood of 25 minutes per. For the metrically challenged 5K is 3.1 miles. You will also get the final time. Here are some landmarks:

5K; 83rd and Fourth Ave. Brooklyn–10k; 17th Street and Fourth Ave (hey I’m home!)–15k; turn from Lafayette onto Bedford Ave Brooklyn–20K; Greenpoint Ave–25k; middle of Queensboro Bridge (just the sound of a lot of breathing and groaning I am told…)–30k; 102nd and First Ave Manhattan–35k; 128th Street and Fifth Ave–40k; lower Central Park and almost done!

that’s me in the lime green tfk shirt down front-PPTC.org is the group!

I have learned a lot in this training go round, and depending on the outcome Sunday I will have some wisdom to share.

Attire: I will be sporting jaunty black shorts and shirt, with a frighteningly lime green TFK singlet over top. And a hat. There will be many like me. I will write my name on my jersey as do most people to encourage a little name-calling, and to assist EMS should I become un-responsive. Not really.

Choose your borough or neighborhood:

Staten Island: This is the staging area for the start. All you need to know is that you can’t get here from there. If you’re curious about the start, it’s better to watch it on television. NBC4 has coverage starting at 9am. NBC is also airing a package nationally at 2 pm to 4 pm with highlights. Don’t expect to see me, it’s like March of the Penguins meets Dawn of the Dead, with less exploding brain. I am Wave 2, meaning I start at 10:00 am, but expect to cross the official start line a few minutes after. Start: 10:04 am.

Brooklyn: Ten miles of the race go through this borough.

Park Slope: Fourth Ave at Prospect is 6+ miles in. (10:52 am) At Fourth Avenue and 7th Street, (11:00 am) Time Warner Cable will have video screens and access to the Race Day Tracker; enter your runner’s official bib number and get an idea of where he or she is. At Fourth Avenue and Douglas Street, BP will set up an Invigorate (?) Station with giveaways and photo opportunities. The Brooklyn Academy of Music at Fourth Avenue and Lafayette Avenue (11:08 am) is a popular place to view the marathon — there’s an ING Cheering Zone here. Beware Bishop Laughlin High School will be playing the Theme from Rocky over and over here…I’ll probably be in a very sunny mood, expect jubilation, high fives, a bon mot or two-yo-Adrian!

Lafayette Avenue (miles 8-9: near 11:16am) is lined with trees and traditional brownstones; lots of marathon-day stoop parties go on here. This is also the end of my first “10″ of the race, the taking it easy part of the game plan. The next 10 miles I get on the game plan and focus on being consistent and plowing all the way through. Consider McCarren Park (mile 12, 11:40 am) as a viewing spot: It’s tree-lined and attracts a lot of spectators and I hear has some good taco trucks.

Queens: On the Queens side of the Pulaski Bridge at about mile 13.2, (11:48:07 am- I should still be in a good mood here- game face, zen mastery!) Asics will set up a huge video screen that will flash photos of runners who have registered to have their image displayed (dunno about that). Also in Queens: A neighborhood cheering zone at 44th Drive near Court Square and an ING Cheering Zone on 44th Drive between 11th and 21st where you can get bright orange cheer sticks (between miles 14-15, 11:56-12:04 pm-start clapping you silly dolphins!!).

Manhattan, East Side, First Avenue: First Avenue might be the craziest, most crowded place to watch the race — the sidewalks can be packed more than eight people deep. (Hint; its the bars and an excuse to drink at noon…) The runners are 16 miles into their race at this point and appreciate the roar of the crowd as they come off the Queensboro Bridge. (estimate 12:12am -this is probably going to be where you will catch RW being emotional-sorry about that) At First Avenue and 59th Street, Food Emporium and Emerald Nuts will be giving away food samples. Next, Time Warner Cable Online Cheer Zone at 83rd. (miles 17-18 estimate 12:20-112:28 pm-probably going to be doing some early negotiation here, might be a good place for a fan intervention moment!) Farther up First Avenue, at 96th Street, you can visit the Mobile Makeover Zone sponsored by T-Mobile. Catherine Zeta Jones will be giving it away here to all the older men…like any other day…Watch the elite runners make a move here; some great runners have pulled away — or been dropped — on First Avenue. I will not be making a move here-except on CZ-J!

The East Side is one of the best places to see runners twice: You can see them run up First Avenue, then walk west and see the runners on Central Park South or, if you’re farther north, on Fifth Avenue above 90th Street.

Bronx: At Mile 20 of the marathon, (estimate 12:45 pm-if I hit this mark or very close to expect to see a very happy runner, it will mean I am having a record day) runners often struggle to find energy and the residents here are famous for supporting participants with signs and cheers. If anyone guts it out to the Bronx to see me I don’t know what I’ll do, I might not even recognize you! Probably thinking why in the hell would anyone want to do this again…

Harlem: On race day, the sidewalks on Fifth Avenue between 135th Street and 110th Street are filled with people coming from church, going to brunch, and cheering for runners. Some gospel bands play live on the course (look at 135th, 125, and 117 streets). Marcus Garvey Park, between 120th and 124th Streets, is a leafy respite with bleachers set up for spectators (mile 22-some serious negotiation going on her, probably some food fantasies going on…beer? chocolate? estimate 1:00 pm if all goes well).

Manhattan, East Side, Fifth Avenue: Here I am fully in the “last 10″ or 10km in this case. If the plan goes according to, this is the actual race section. The runners stay on Fifth Avenue and run along Central Park until 90th Street, where they turn in (mile 24- 1:16 pm-if there is anything left in the tank, it comes out here, at Engineers Gate. That or all the green Gatorade Endurance Formula comes out in a spectacular ballistic vomit that induces all the spectators to vomit a la “Stand by Me”).

Central Park: Central Park is an ideal place to watch the race; just be aware that moving around the park can be difficult on race day. Good spots include: Park Drive between 90th and 86th Streets; Park Drive below 72nd is often more crowded. You can cross the park on either the 85th Street or 65th Street transverse roads. You cannot cross Park Drive, but you can go under it: Try the arches at 80th Street, 73rd Street, 67th Street, and 62nd Street.

Central Park South: This part of the course can be crowded; spectators might find it easier to access the south side of the street than the north side. Look for Continental Airline’s entertainment center at Columbus Circle, where the course turns into the park for the final time. Street teams will also be handing out Emerald Nuts on Central Park South. At this point I don’t expect to “see” anyone. 1:28 pm…I will have tunnel vision, snot running from my nose, dried spittle on my chin, I might look like the Hamburgler on crack…

Finish line: There are bleachers for the last few hundred meters of the race but you need tickets. I have a meeting spot setup that I need to get details on from TFK, I believe it is the YMCA where it will be fun to stay, and NOT be running…info to come.

You can’t see it but there is water permanently inside the plastic bubbles.  Beat…

Getting nervous, 12 days to go. Freaking out over all sorts of things, possible flu forecast, weather forecast, long sleeve, short sleeve, hat, touque??? I have a sore achilles on the right side, which I am ascribing to how mushy the shoes have become, they feel like flip-flops. Hence the new kicks.

Soon I will have a marathon route preview, my game plan, times, vantage points, media coverage. And a big thank you to all TFK contributors. You can still contribute, they ain’t gonna turn away your dime, and I get some of my greenbacks back if you do. So think of me as the charity from now on…

I chose to “represent” in full battle dress today. Did 5 from the apartment over the Brooklyn Bridge at sunrise to the Ferry Terminal. The scene was the same from last year, several hundred of us filing on to the ferry for the trip across. But the scenario is completely different, this was to be the last long run before tapering, and I was on a 40+ mile week pair of legs. Would they hold? Could I maintain marathon pace for 13.1 or better?

The race directions were simple and delivered by a man whose accent betrayed he was on home turf: follow da guy in front-a-ya. On ya mawks…and the horn. The first mile of this race is along the access road which then twists back on itself and climbs onto the bluff at Richmond Terrace. So what was my goal here? Marathon pace is 7:51 but everyone was clipping along at 7:30 or better (the corral I was in was this pace) so I hung back a bit for the first mile for a total of 8:05. But then mile 2 is all downhill which resulted in a 7:30. I tried to pull it back in in mile three at 7:46 but at this point I had the feeling that this was not going to be a marathon pace day but a pr day for the half, so I settled in with some white rabbits and began clocking off 7:30’s, basically for the rest of run.

It was ideal weather, if a little sunny, but we started out at 45 degrees and rapidly it climbed into the mid 50’s. If this was to be the weather for NYCM then I’d take it. Clear blue sky as we ran under the Verrazano and I looked up, way up to the span where I will be in three weeks. Hard to imagine.

What a difference a year makes. I remember last year just how long this run was, but not this year. The miles kept ticking off and I practiced choosing rabbits, getting in packs to draft, relaxing, running the tangents on corners. I think last year I consumed a couple of gels or more just getting around, but in training I have been foregoing that to learn how to run without it. The gatorade proto-slime was good enough. We get to mile 11 and it the beginning of the hills we came down going out, but my pace only suffers a few seconds, 7:39, and none in mile 12, 7:32, however my heart rate is topping 170, evidence I am working hard. But it feels completely different, I know I can do this or better from the speedwork, so I push through to the end, finishing with a little sprint alongside my last mile rabbit who comes out of my rearview mirror in the last 100, so we duel it out to the end, and I get a shout out by name from the announcer who acknowledges the TFK team alliance!

The time? 1:40:33, a pr by 3:30 over my last in the Brooklyn half which was 1:43:58. And last year’s SI half-1:54:51, almost 15 minutes better than that! What a difference a year makes, and this was on tired legs too.

What it means I find hard to believe, they say take you half time and double it and then add 8 for your marathon time, which means I could clock 3:29 if all goes well…the McMillan running calculator says 3:32:04, which means that it is tight, there is not a lot to spare.

What remains then is to enjoy this two week taper-next weekend I will be doing a “last 10 miles” from the Queensboro Bridge up First Ave. into the Bronx and down Fifth Ave. to the finish in Central Park sponsored by the Prospect Park Track Club. I am looking forward to this to get eyes on the course and that infamous hill on Fifth Ave. at mile 23. No one seems to like it. I took a look at it yesterday and it does seem to go on forever, not too steep though.

And also time to fret and work out race strategies and try not to bore everyone too terribly with this stuff…I know all you hear is blah blah blah when I show up.

Holding steady at 1600 of 2500 for TFK-come on people-represent!

BTW, the winner, Jorge Real, in a time of 1:07:47, is listed as age 39! Also the beauty of statistics, I was 91st in my age group 40-44- TOP 100 BABY!

starting to see these everywhere-it’s getting me nervous…

So trying to put it all back together again after being out of town I did get my 10 in on friday, and that left sunday, where I had forgotten I had signed up for and paid for the NYRR long training run. 18miles, not the 20 that was on the schedule, but coming off the potential injury I thought, if I can make it, all will be well.

Well that was before the weather decided we needed 2 inches of rain on sunday.

When you do these long runs the objective is to maintain an even pace, to keep your heart rate where you want it, and to try out different clothing and feeding options to see what works. They are dry runs for marathon day. Did I say dry? The other possibility is that you get up race day and Noah is waving at you from the Ark saying, “I warned you….”

Worst Case Scenario. I suppose toads raining down is one possible WCS but unlikely, rain or wind or heat or cold is more likely, assuming you aren’t dealing with injury, GI issues or flu. So the rain Sunday morning was WCS #1, steady rain and wind. I decided to leave as late as possible to avoid standing around at the start, and also I decided not to drop a bag since it was going to get soaked anyway. Just show up and run. I left the ipod at home, left the gels at home, so lets just see if I can deal with Gatorade Endurance formula for 18 miles and nothing else. Not that I really like that stuff, salt and HFCS blended with a hint of artificial lime. It looks like radioactive toxic slurry and probably is. But it is what is on the course officially. You can carry your own, but I would really rather not on race day. The fuel belts, the gizmos, I would like to leave most of that behind except for the garmin. I didn’t even wear the HR monitor although I probably should have just to see where I was.

Prospect Ave. had only one other crazy person at 6am when I boarded. One other person at DeKalb. Union Square is where most of the zombies got on, and more up the East Side to 103rd Street where it was a frontloading half mile to the start. I didn’t even bother to get in my right corral, I just lined up at the end and we were off.

So it is wet. A steady soaking rain. You don’t really know what to wear, it was borderline warm enough I think to lose the jacket but it worked for the NJ marathon so I wore it, plus a zensah short sleeve shirt. It is sort of like wool in that it stays warm when wet, but it also stretches, so eventually it was hanging down like a skirt. Not a great result. I think what you want is a single layer that has some warmth when wet and also some wind stopping ability. I have not found it yet.

Periodically, you let your arms fall to get rid of tension in your shoulders. As you do, water rills down off your fingertips like a garden sculpture. You feel water being squeezed up between your toes forcefully as you run along. This for two hours and thirty nine minutes, or three loops of the park. But somehow you get it done, and this being the third “twenty” miler in the schedule it is not so bad. My splits were not fast, but I was never working that hard, even to the end. I think with the rest before hand it sort of approximates what it will be like running after the taper and with others around to support you.

There is one twenty left on the schedule next week, and the Staten Island Half after that. I also want to do a “last ten miles” which is up First Ave and down Fifth Ave into the Park to see what the hills are really like.

We are at $1490/2500 for TFK with one month to go. All you fence sitters time to donate.

I was thinking of photography too, your mind wanders off a lot when you are tired. You could describe different kinds of photographers or kinds of photographers with volume, intensity and frequency. Volume would correspond with the amount of work produced, for example, stock shooters produce a high volume of work. Intensity could describe the effort required to make an image. A high intensity photographer might be like Gregory Crewdson. Low volume, but high intensity, with the film lighting, etc. Frequency would describe how often the photographer gets to make images. Crewdson in the last example, would have low frequency. Editorial photographers used to have high frequency. You could also say the intensity was moderate, and the volume was low, usually a page or several pages. Advertising photographers would generally have Low Volume, High Intensity, and Low Frequency. Paparazzi would have High Volume, low intensity and High Frequency. You could make venn diagram or a scatter chart to plot us all!

Well in my training we are nearing the highest volume, the highest intensity, but moderate frequency. I am not running twice a day like olympic hopefuls. And those highs are relative, about one half or one third what serious serious runners do. And I’m getting my butt kicked.

I did mile repeats again on Thursday. Going in this is the workout that I really don’t like, but coming out, it is something that is very satisfying. I think it has to do with how well signposted the workout is. You have a 400m oval. Two straightaways, and two curves. A mile is about 4 laps or 1600m. The workout called for a warmup, 2 miles, and then 4×1mile @7:00/mile. This is nearly a full minute faster than my planned marathon pace of 7:54/mile, which yields 26.2miles in 3:28:23, or sub 3:30:00. Loyal and devoted readers will remember that my first marathon in rainy Long Branch NJ clocked in at 3:49 and change. So this goal of sub 3:30 is pretty ambitious.

There are all sorts of predictors of marathon times, I won’t go in to them. One of them is a recent half marathon time. My last half was the Brooklyn half in late May, which was three and half months ago. Taking that time the prediction is 3:38:00 or so. How to find those 8 minutes? Speedwork.

So this is the drill. I do the warmup and end up back at the RedHook track ready to go. Another high school age group is doing 400m repeats and nasty situps. A football team is scrumming on the inner field. Round we go. The splits are 1:45, 3:30, 5:15 and 7:00. You then get a 800m cooldown before the next interval begins again. Somehow the body knows exactly how fast to go to get around this oval in 1:45. Don’t ask me how or why. It might have something to do with the fact that my heart is pounding out of my chest and I can’t go any faster but I think it is that mental fight or flight thing again. Your body will only give you enough to do what you ask it to do. So I have these goal times already in my head. It will not give me any more. Dumb body, thinks I am being chased by a cheetah and might have to run for miles. So as long as I just stay ahead of death, that is ok. If it thought I was being chased by an old lady on a motorized scooter I guess I’d get 15 minute miles?

These are the splits: first interval 6:52, second 6:55, third 6:59, fourth 7:02. This is only the second time I have run this workout, and it surprises me how close that is. Well the first one is too fast but that is understandable. Perhaps more telling is the rest interval which grows each time, I take my own sweet time to do the 800’s in-between. They are the coaches little gift. I suspect a real coach would not let me take a full five minutes between the third and fourth interval but it has been a long week my friends.

So as I said, you hate it going in, but clocking the last interval, those numbers when you see them on the clock, 1:45, 3:30, 5:15, 7:00 become your little friends, they tell you actually doing it. You get cozy with the pain because it tells you the worse it gets the closer you are to the end. So you sort of bend yourself to it. I did raise my hands at the end in sweet victory, or perhaps trying to relieve that cramp in my side , probably reaching for the imaginary beer I was fantasizing about at the end just to get me through, but it felt better than running a twenty even, which is just long slow death. This is more like wedging a brick against the accelerator and going over a cliff death. Whee!

43 days till NYC Marathon. I live to paint the world red it seems.

This weekend is the Queen’s Half marathon which is most known for it’s inaccessibility from the outside world. There is a bus at the ungodly hour of 5am to get us all there. And no, this is not more punishment, actually it is a relief, the “official” workout was 16 miles, this is a piddly 13.1, and features water stops, gatorade, and maybe some dancing bears. It is a gift really.

Really.

So I can twist this into being about photography if you follow me…

This year is the 40th running of the NYC marathon and it will be the largest field ever, with over 40,000 runners. What started 40 years ago with 127 entrants has morphed into a World Wide event that brings the city to a standstill for one day. Running is more popular than ever, in particular the growth of the Half-Marathon distance has been huge in the last few years. And with that, has come a measure of regret for those who enjoyed its less popular days. It has never been a big money sport, but increasingly some would argue, the purity of the sport is being lost. This was an opinion I ran across reading Christopher McDougalls book “Born to Run” about “the greatest race the world has never seen.” Particularly in the venue of ultra-marathoning, the athletes do it for the love of running since the awards are non-existent and the pain so great in running 50+miles. Why else could you do it?

Over about the same time frame photography has evolved from something that no one considered worth selling in a fine art gallery to being ubiquitous on the one hand, and in a few cases, valued at hundreds of thousands of dollars on the other. Consider that dichotomy. And along the way it has lost some of it’s innocence, I think there is no denying that.  These are not the days of holing up in the Strand to read a copy of Weston’s Daybooks. Not that you can’t do that. But you will be passed by in short order by the latest Twitter update that Marcus and Idrani are “back from insolvency” or some other ridiculous thing.

What are we to make of this kind of inevitable change? Do all movements that get massively popular and more accessible become shadows of their former unpopular and scrawny selves? Is the experience of the sport or art cheapened both for the participants and the observers when the barriers to entry are lowered? Many would argue that the emergence (interesting word choice) of the popularity of the half-marathon distance has taken something away from the pinnacle of “full” marathon achievement. Also the inclusion of so many charity runners who will probably walk a good portion of the marathon is another erosion of what it means to some to complete “the” marathon (no full qualifier required).

Well by my own logic then I should not be in the New York City Marathon. And by my own deduction photography is dead. OH AUGUST HOW I LOVE THEE! Perhaps I can reorient a bit. It’s about the money and the attention. Now I am on solid ground. The explosion of the half marathon distance is a real money maker for those race organizers. I believe only Boston and NY have no concurrent half-marathon distance, while many or most of the big city marathons do, and inevitably all small city marathons do. It is just too easy to take the entrance fee when you are gonna be out there already. I am mixed on it. I do remember distinctly watching all the half-er’s finish in Long Branch, it was emotional for me because I was still proud of them for getting to the finish line. 13.1 is still 13.1. And when there are 6000 halfers and only 2000 marathoners, the crowd cheering for the halfers is bigger and less bored on their feet! So rounding the next turn I remarked to those around me, “glad we have all this room now to run” but no one seemed happy to hear it. We had it to do all over again.

Like those halfers, emerging photographers are paving a bright shining path for those offering contests, consulting, portfolio reviews, websites, tutorials, branding, you name it. Aging photographers are looking at their 401k’s and thinking, like that Masked Magician, if I can show you how to saw a pretty girl in half, or at least light her with a beauty dish hanging off a speedlight or two, I might sail off in the Good-Ship Retirement unscathed. Increasingly the long tail starts to wag the dog as the industry turns inwards to capitalize on its young. It is not a good sign when a business becomes about itself. Think Mary Kay.

It is difficult to determine what the factors are that contribute to these sudden swells of popularity. In running it might be a simple demographic shift where a large number of people suddenly reach an age where they no longer feel invincible. So heath issues come to the fore. Others have speculated that running in essence is the flight response made manifest, and so in times of hardship it kicks in. The first mass wave of jogging (that’s yogging with a soft “j”) popularity was in the 70’s, as we were slouching towards Reagan.

In photography as I have said, the combination of the consumer credit bubble, mass consumption driving digital technology downwards in price, and the internet bubble itself (which was fueled by the previous capital bubble boom-bust) created the perfect storm of cheap digital cameras and an internet to share the pictures. We are all photographers, we are all Kenyans. Overnight it seems.

I think it is unfortunate for the new crop of photographers to have to suffer the label “emerging” and the intensity of attention and expectation that this label generates. Part of it is obviously the velocity of information speed on the internet and our corresponding attention deficit. The pressure to produce attention grabbing work or work that garners grants and awards, to produce “books” and completed projects is overwhelming. In the history of photography there are many many late bloomers, a mass of undiscovered talent. But what does that mean, is that tragic? Discovery is only the first step in a career. There will always be a surfeit of work produced, but it is hard to tell if our motivation to find it and blog (and then probably forget it) is because the tools enable this, or that the tools create a demand for something new every facebook status update?  And is it fair to our youngest and least experienced practitioners to focus on them this extraordinary amount of attention and energy?  Is our concern the promotion of new work or the exploitation of new workers? When we lower the bar to access what does it do to the field as a whole?

It is clear our world is brimming with information but so lacking in direct experience, which by nature simply requires time on the planet. Rubber on the Road. The Trials of Miles. Fogged film holders. Sheet film on the bathroom floor. The marathon was created initially as an obstacle for the human body to transcend that few considered healthy or possible. But to experience that transformation you need to commit to the whole thing. Now, we have this intermediate goalpost, the “half”, which before was only an early milepost in training for the “full” distance. But half is a misnomer. It is only a mathematical half.  It is not a factor of two for the body. When we make things more accessible do we alter the potential gift in return?

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I got excited today signing up for all the fall runs that are coming, Grete’s Great Gallop, the Queen’s and Staten Island half’s, (maybe we should just call them 13.1 k’s?) the Joe Kleinerman 10k, some winter runs hopefully in the snow of Central Park. My experience of renewal in running means that the pure experience of photography is always available no matter how many photographers you see “crossing the finish line” next to you. And I realize that to a lot of running veterans, I am part of their problem! But choose how you experience any trial in life. And getting to the finish line is not really why we run. We run to run, we shoot to shoot. Like Fred was saying, “all for the t-shirt”, he’d show up for nothing really. Just to do it. I think photographers might want to accept less now in return for more later. We need more t-shirts! Bet you never thought you’d hear me argue for less reward in photography!

Something to keep track of those miles? Perhaps you are considering purchasing a GPS training device like the Garmin 405? The 405 has been out for quite a long time, I only got mine after Mac support was provided. More on that later. I got the kit which included the heart rate monitor. A wireless usb dongle is responsible for getting the data off the watch and into your mainframe computing unit.

The first question might reasonably be, do I need this? If you are coming to this blog for the first time the history is that I began running in June of 2008 it what can only be described as a full on-midlife crisis. But I digress:) The first couple of months were primarily concerned with survival. It was hot, and there was a lot of phlegm. But that will pass young Skywalker, er, runner. Eventually I got a Nike sport kit for my ipod, well, I got a nike sport kit and I got an ipod. Again, I repeat, do I need this?

I think starting out the ipod provided a welcome distraction from my gasps for breath, my flapping footfalls and jangling keys. Eventually all that went away. I apologize to all the other runners. The Nike sport kit was useful for a long while, it does a reasonably accurate job of recording your pace and time and distance. But the caveat “your mileage may vary” has never been truer. If you contemplate doing tempo workouts or intervals, the Nike sport kit will get very, very confused. It also gets confused if you run faster than about 8 minutes per mile or have very short strides. Calibration is difficult. Nike has you run a specified distance to teach the unit I presume the number of strides you make to cover that distance. Getting the unit to be accurate to less than 10% is difficult, and if you intend on covering more than 10 miles, guess what? Exactly. Not.

So enter the Garmin 405. What was innovative about the 405 over previous models was that it looked more like a real watch, the size was not too big, the controls were minimized by using touch technology, and the wireless data transfer function was added. Depending on your point of view, all the additions were great or absolutely disastrous.

Speaking from my own experience these are the pluses and minuses:

The GPS function is very accurate over the terrain I have covered, meaning Brooklyn, Manhattan, the suburbs. I have not used the watch in dense forest or mountainous areas. But it does work under the tree cover I have experienced on light trails. If you tend to begin runs from the same point, the GPS will acquire a signal quickly and hold it. Later you can even see where you crossed from one side of the street to the other, the accuracy is to within a few meters.

There are a bewildering array of functions you can use, you can set GPS waypoints or use it to navigate. I have not explored any of this. What I use it for is monitoring pace, average pace, heart rate, distance and time. You can customize the data fields that are displayed, or have the watch auto scroll through the fields perpetually. I tend to like to see heart rate and either pace or average pace. When you check pace instantaneously you may be surprised, it can vary tremendously, about a minute either side of what you are actually doing. In practice you need to check a few times to make a mental average. Or you can use average pace, but this will be the total average, so if you are doing a tempo run for example, it will include the warm up lap which will distort the total. But overall you can get an accurate gauge of your pace at a point in time, and you quickly teach yourself through “biofeedback” what your pace and heart rate are based on your own internal GPS watch, which can be very accurate. Having used the watch now for 8 months I can tell within +/- 5 bpm my heart rate, and +/- 20 sec/mile my pace. But this is for paces that I know, as you get faster you will need to relearn the differences. I can tell a 8 minute mile from a seven minute mile, but beyond that, since I don’t regularly run tempos under 7, I have no idea. Later in my marathon training I have some speedwork at 6:51/mile assuming I can get there. I think I will be focused primarily on not puking.

So this is what it can do (and more) but what about usability? Touch technology is coming to us whether we want it or not. And for the most part, the iPhone and other touch enabled devices work very well. Where they have difficulty is in adverse conditions. Moisture interferes with most touch devices and the Garmin 405 is no exception. You would think that since running is often associated with, oh well, I don’t know, SWEATING, that this might have been a dealbreaker for some. It can be.

The instructions say that the watch is not to be immersed, although you can and probably should rinse the watch off after use. But overall the water resistance of even the two pushbuttons is somewhat sketchy. Sometimes they just don’t respond to repeated pushes, stabs, jabs, or profanity. And then a minute later all is fine. Same with the bezel. The “innovation” of the 405 was the inclusion of the touch bezel, that allows you to select functions by touch and scrolling, or circling around the bezel. On “dry land” this works fine. Throw in a little sweat or rain and it is easier to leave well enough alone and just let the watch count what it is counting. Attempting to access functions while the watch is wet is difficult. Not impossible. It makes the watch less reliable and you wonder why four sealed buttons would not have worked as well. I have learned to deal with it and I think the trade off is size. The newer Garmin 310XT is waterproof, aimed at triathletes, and is much larger overall. Or that could be the improved GPS part too.

With regard to the wireless data transfer, it makes sense to remove the usb port to improve water resistance, yet the watch is not really happy in water. So now you are adding another layer of difficulty in getting the data off the watch. And to be clear, there are two exposed charging pins, why you could not do data transfer and charging at the same time like the older larger 305 is one example of how improvements are not always improvements.

I can’t speak to the experience on a PC, but the Mac support was long in coming, and now that it is here it is fair to say you might be less than impressed. I am using the software on an older PowerPC G5, which Garmin does not officially support but acknowledge that it does work. I can report, it does work. Period. (NOTE: there is a firmware upgrade for the 405 available but good luck getting it onto the watch! I l almost bricked my watch attempting it. Be very sure you need to bother before going down this road.)

…the trials of miles, gain, loss, max, avg, calories. where does it all end?

(picky readers will notice it says 19.57miles not 20 miles. I stopped the watch outside the park to buy a water and a banana for after, but did not restart the watch on the way home. Therefore: Never stop the watch! It does have a setting where it pauses when it detects you are not moving. Like that moment you collapse on the hill…)

The wireless ANT dongle (Another Needless Thing?) does not like going to sleep and waking up. You find yourself quitting the Garmin Ant Agent program, replugging the dongle, and relaunching the program. It may take a couple tries to sync. Eventually it gets done. Transfer to the Garmin website, well, YMMV again. Garmin has been rolling out a lot of software updates lately on their server side, I have found it easier to manually upload the data. Once uploaded you get a map of your workout, splits, averages, max values etc. You can generate reports of all your runs, although I cannot get average pace over many runs for some strange reason. Sometimes the simplest things…

That might be a suitable conclusion for this user review, “sometimes the simplest things.” I started out asking “do I need this?” It turns out that that is a very interesting question with regards to running overall. I cannot say there is an answer to that. Recently I started leaving the iPod at home, and found the experience very enjoyable. But sometimes, like last weekend and last night, it was fun to blast away with the tunes. I’m not much of a data junkie, however, keeping some kind of training log is essential I think, much like a daily journal, you can find insight in the record keeping. And the data is useful, you can see improvements, you can find encouragement, you can see how weather and time of day affect your performance. Or you can keep track of food and clothing, which is just as important. Gotta go back to ye olde paper and pen for that!

You don’t need any of this to run. A simple Timex will do, plus some indication of distance which is now available on websites like WalkJogRun.net or MapMyRun.com. Or just run dammit. I have no problem with that. If you are training for a distance event, I feel these devices do give you useful data that you can use during your runs to train better and more effectively. Just don’t expect to get a runners high off of them. That was what the running itself was for, remember?

Pros: size, accuracy, durability, website improvements hold out hope for better in the future from Garmin

Cons: touch bezel is a mixed bag, Mac support is thin, wireless is unnecessary

Overall: maybe you can get it used? And used to it…Not as bad as all the above.

I caught a serious break on Sunday with the overcast skies and mid-temperatures. The rain was a help too. Does anyone actually make a fabric that can dry in 80% humidity? Dryfit, Coolmax? ShamWow? Cause I’m lookin’.

So it was 20 on the calendar, the first of four 20 milers on the schedule, and after this week of speedwork cut short-and cutting 2.5 off last weeks 18 miler, I was starting to feel like Ludicrous Speed as I have named the schedule was ridiculous.

But that was then, Sunday. Now, Tuesday, thinking about then, I knew that now, or then, as it was, was the time to really commit, so that soon, when then becomes now, I will look back and have done it. Because now you can’t go back to then, you will have just missed it. When? Just now. Got it?

Nick Calcott recently wrote me thinking about running the Paris Marathon, and asked how I got started. A long email followed which I have copied below. Like discussions of photography for non-photographers, discussions of running for non-runners are pretty boring. What isn’t boring is Nick’s work or his blog, 12thpress.

“Thanks for your note-I love getting random shout-outs. Plus I really like the Night Dance series and Nana’s house.

I looked at the paris marathon website faq and noted that they said they serve mineral water every 5km. Too funny. In new york they just open up the fire hydrant to fill garbage pails lined with trash bags and volunteers scoop paper cups of it up.

The first race I ran was last august this time, it was the nike 10k run–I had been running only since june but managed to finish ok. In the two months prior I was just running as I felt, often times every day, about 4 miles or so. What happened in the beginning is that I didn’t know or ignored the advice to step up training in 10% increments, and I started adding mileage too soon just to see if I could do it. I would run 6 miles one weekend, 8 the next, 10 after that, going up to 13. So in a month I think I went from running 12 miles per week to running 25, which was too much too soon on no base. so I got hurt.

Basically all the books and websites give similar advice. Runnersworld.com has a lot of free advice, and you can generate training plans based on your current level. I think what the advice would be is this: have a “base” of regular running, something like 20-25 miles per week before you start the 18 week training for the marathon. Since the Paris is April 11 that means you would start training roughly the beginning of February. And the base should be 6 months or more. So if you are running only 15 miles per week now you might want to slowly ramp that up over the fall to give yourself 4 months of base. (still with me?)

You might also want to and hopefully would enjoy doing some intermediate races in the fall, 10k’s are a great distance, and the Half is also a good distance. Doing these races will give you an idea what to expect running in races, and also about water management and food issues, race day prep, the bathroom! etc. Things that you want to have a grasp of before getting to a marathon. I did a bunch of half’s and 10’s all through my first winter running and loved them all, also loved winter running in general. what I would not give right now for a 32 degree morning! It is so much easier to run in cold I find. In terms of training for Paris you will have to deal with winter running.

So from the fall races you will get a sense of times, your 10K and half marathon times. All of the training plans online and in books predicate your training on your current fitness. This is what you were asking me. When you know that you run a 10K in 50 minutes then that will accurately predict you will run a marathon in 4 hours. Something like that. The reason this works is mountains of data over the years. So for example the plan on Runners World which is what I am using, takes inputs such as a recent 10k or half marathon time, the current number of miles per week you are used to running, and the training effort you want to exert, moderate, intense, severe, and generates an 16 week plan based on that. The plan is similar to other plans – it assumes the “new” thinking that you might not want to run every day- they have you running 4 of 7. You can cross train other days or rest. The thinking here is to avoid injury and overuse. The “old” thinking was that you just buried yourself in miles at a slow steady pace, which now is only one component of the whole training.

What they advocate now is three kinds of workouts- you have speed workouts like tempo runs and intervals to focus on speed, running form and increasing oxygen efficiency, increasing your lactate threshold and teaching the muscles to fire fast, then you have easy days where you run with low intensity to give some recovery, and then you also have the long run day where you go slow and long to increase time on your feet, train your muscles to burn fat calories stored in the liver not muscle stored sugar which helps you avoid hitting the wall (burning through all the glycogen in your muscles entirely, which happens around mile 20).

Combining these three kinds of workouts and optional cross training will give you the ability to run long, economically and finish strong without running mass mileage every day. It is better to be slightly undertrained than over trained and injured on race day. One book is Run Less Run Faster by the RunnersWorld staff.

On a monthly level you go through 3 week circuits of progressive overload and then you get a recovery week. You do this four times, and the mileage increases and the speed workouts get faster progressively. In the last two weeks of training you taper off so that you are well rested for the marathon day. Basically that is it.

You asked about picking a goal time for your marathon-it doesn’t exactly work like that. You can only train so much, so your goal time or marathon pace is dictated by your fitness level going in to the training minus what the training can reasonably hope to achieve. Knocking 30 sec/mile off is a lot. Trying to improve beyond the plan limits risks injury. All of the training plans generally hew to the 10% increment. Once you have some intermediate races done this fall and some times for that, the training plan will dictate a reasonable goal time. For a first marathon I would say completion is a great goal in itself! You only have one first, and Paris is such a spectacular course that you might want to just focus on enjoying all the sights and sounds (meaning try to run no-ipod) and maybe take some pictures. You also want to finish strong, so that it is enjoyable, so speed is not a big issue.

If you read my account of the NJ marathon which was my first, I think it was “an experience” which was owing to the rain, the double loop course, etc. I knew I could finish so it was mainly to do it. Maybe not a great first experience but I was not in pain or cramping or bargaining heavily, so by that measure it was a great success.

My second marathon will be NY this fall, and even tho I am better trained now, I am approaching this with a great deal of trepidation, no matter what, it is one hell of a long way. anything can happen. So you really have to dedicate yourself and not shortcut the training. My last track workout was sub-optimal in the heat, so I give myself a pass because of that, but it bothers me to make excuses, because there are no excuses at mile 20. You have 6.2 more.

Very long email. good luck and keep in touch with what is going on. Take the plunge and commit and you will not be sorry you did.”

best
Robert

If you see me wave. This is a new route across midtown that lets me use both sides of the island without going through lower manhattan which is a tourist mess. Last time out in Battery Park with the crowds I made a runner sandwich with another runner, think Hadron Collider and I was an electron and he was an atom. Smoosh! I think a quark fell out or that was his keys. Dunno. He got peanut butter in my chocolate, I got chocolate in his peanut butter. Enough metaphors.

The heat has put a serious dent in my training schedule, last night was a track workout of 3×1 mile at 7:08/mile, with .5 mile rest in between and for the first time I visited the Redhook park oval to do it. Tough sledding, I kept forgetting what lap I was on-and Mr. Garmin was making it difficult to keep track-a plain old watch would have been better. Didn’t matter, my heart rate was pegged up against the wall anyway…memories of high school practices with the gym teacher exhorting us through wind sprints. In fact there was what looked to be a track club or high school group doing 400m repeats, a group of about twenty teens, the expected mix of diffidence, lollygagging and avoidance. Some seriously fast folks too. They would all start out as a group and quickly the bell curve would appear, the lone runner way out in front, the middle of the pack, and a back of the pack bunny or two. I think everyone was feeling mr. pukey nearby. These last few days have been difficult to keep to the plan-targets have not been met! It is all going awry! Chaos! I am hoping that it is the heat that is responsible and not my choice of the pursuit of Ludicrous Speed in my training goals. Trying to make a 3:30 marathon may not be realistic for me…?

Slideluck potshow came and went and I received a lot of great feedback on the presentation-thank you all. I will keep working on the project when the light returns in late September. Here is the piece:

Image left of James Worrell circa 1985, Iowa proving that the kids are alright. I am certain of meeting James before circa New York Magazine 1990’s but that feels like a world away. Anyway in the spirit of childhood athleticism he responded to the TFK challenge and made a big contribution to my fundraising. 

Both of us had slideshows in last Thursday’s Slideluck Potshow, you can see his here. 

Week 5 begins today and features an 18 miler sunday.

With apologies to Sugimoto

with apologies to butterflies courting:)

Big post monday coming with shout outs to new TFK contributors. Going to try to deliver some real tasty treats from Ajax to get all the big whales ponying up for TFK. August 15 is the due date for the first half of the $2500 fundraising goal.

Light is to film as rubber is to asphalt. Left, 700 miles. Right, 0 miles. I exist to repave the world in rubber. Sigh.