The Lure of Boston

It's been 5 years since I last ran a marathon.  When I became completely addicted to triathlons, my focus shifted away from all running all the time, to become a 2 sport athlete.  I still ran some 1/2 marathons, and had some 15+ mile training runs when I gearing up for a half Ironman distance tri.  But I have to admit, in the end, I didn't miss running 20+ miles on any given Sunday.

The lure just wasn't there anymore.  I had been hooked on marathons for a handful of years, and was always looking forward to the next one.  But while I say I was hooked I don't think I was 100% hooked.  The Boston Marathon was just never something that was that big a deal to me (I know, I know).  For some reason I never had that urge, that "need", to run Boston.  I have a number of friends that I run with that have qualified for, and run, Boston.  There has always chatter around who we knew that qualified and who was running it this time around.  I knew that running Boston was a goal that most marathon runners have, but for some reason I just didn't have that itch.  So I was happy with my triathlons and running a 1/2 marathon here and there.  And the last two triathlon seasons have been full.  I've kept plenty busy training for Olympic, and half Ironman distance races.

Something changed this past winter and spring.  The group of maniacs that I run with during the weekday mornings are a great bunch of guys.  Matt P, Mark M, Tom O, Rodney C, and Mark T all show up multiple mornings a week for runs: Tempo, track, trail, you name it.  Rain, snow, heat, humidity....whatever the weather they were there.  And almost all of them were running Boston this past spring.  As their workouts became more intense, so did mine.  As they started to get excited about Boston, so did I.  It couldn't be helped.  The mojo that was Boston was infecting me in ways that it never had before.  My running was getting better as these guys really pushed me to the edge of my running envelope.  My run splits in my first two triathlons were quicker than I'd ever imagined.  I was liking this new speed and endurance that I'd picked up - it pays to run with people who are faster than you.  And when I say faster, I do mean faster.  A couple of these fine gents run a sub 2:45 marathon and are blazing fast at 10K and 1/2 marathon distances. 

It wasn't long after the Boston marathon this year that I was listening to the post-race chatter during one of our usual morning runs.  Tales of all the standard Boston Marathon stuff:  The bus ride to the start....the fans from Wellesley College....Heartbreak Hill.  The talk, again, was infectious. 

I got the bug back.  The itch was there.  I needed to run another marathon, and more importantly I needed to qualify for Boston. 

I immediately changed my race schedule - I had to find a fall marathon to run.  I needed one that was somewhat close by and easy to get to (I didn't want to travel across the country if I could help it).  I also wanted to find a marathon with a course that wasn't going to be crushingly difficult (so obviously Big Sur and Mont Blanc were out of the question).  I had heard about the Steamtown Marathon.  Rumor is it's a great Boston qualifier.  So, a few clicks of the mouse later, and I was registered.

I removed a September triathlon or two from my calendar and replaced them with a lot of running workouts.  I can't say that I'm completely thrilled about reducing my season by a triathlon or two.  It's been difficult checking my ego at the door - it's easy to tell myself that I can do a half Ironman 3 weeks before a marathon.  I know people who have done just that and run very well.  But I'm trying to be smart about this and ensure that I have as good a marathon as possible.

I know I have the speed to qualify for Boston.  I'm confident of that.   3 years ago maybe not, but after the last two years of hard work I know the speed is there.   But marathons are an odd beast.  You can't fake the training for it, and it's certainly not like a 10K, or even a half marathon, where you can maybe muscle your way through the race if something isn't quite right.  But with a marathon, if something is off on race day, 26.2 miles is a long way to go if you're dealing with a cramp, an upset stomach, or whatever the issue may be.  The last thing I want to have to deal with is heavy legs after a rough day at the triathlon office a few weeks previous.

So, in a few weeks I'll be in full blown marathon training mode.  I'm gearing up for the Park City Mossman triathlon in mid-August.  After that it's all about running.  I can't quite commit to completely giving up the swimming and biking workouts.  I enjoy those two disciplines and will consider it cross training.  However, the primary focus will be running. 

I'm now looking for a late season triathlon, of course, to add to my race calendar. 

Unsolicited opinions

What a douche-bag.

Sorry - I'm a little agitated.  I'm going to do my best to not divulge the identities of some individuals key to the story today.

I received an email from a friend last week, forwarding a thread of emails between himself and another individual that I know, that contained race results and training maps, elevation gains on training rides - you know, the usual stuff that you forward along after a good week of training.  Anyway....

....as I read down the email thread I stumbled onto a section that I think my friend forgot to delete.  And I quote:  "....I wouldn't worry too much about what Dave is doing.  He doesn't have kids and he's, in my opinion, about to begin the downward slide in his performance...."

Um, WTF?

I know this individual, but haven't seen or spoken to him in years.  And this is his opinion of my performance gains and AG finishes over this same period of time?  It's all due to the fact that I don't have kids?  And on top of that I've peaked and I'm about to start getting slower?

Well, allow me to retort.

First:  Having kids or not having kids, I think, has nothing to do with things.  When I'm doing heavy brick workouts (for some reason they usually happen on Thursday morning) I'm up at 3:15-3:30a.  I'm home by 6:30a.  We all make sacrifices and do what we have to do to get the job done.  I have a friend who gets up at 2:30a on Monday morning so he can do his long runs in preparation for his upcoming marathon.  I run multiple times a week with  Mark M, Matt P, and Tom O.   All are fathers of beautiful kids.   And they all run like deer.  They're fast and are getting faster.  I also know a number of people that have qualified for Kona and the Ironman World Championships who have kids.  It can be done.

Second: I'm about to decline in my performance?  Based on what empirical evidence?  Because I'm now in my 40's?  BAH!  I have a good friend, Joe G who (no offense, Joe) is about 10 years older than I and is a much faster runner.  He's been continually impressive in his running over the years and never fails to amaze.  Age has had nothing to do with his performances over the past years.  He's a gifted athlete who works hard and shows no signs of slowing down.

The point being, kids or no kids - it doesn't matter.  You make the sacrifices necessary to train and compete as you'd like to.  Age?  Immaterial, everyone is different.

Will we all slow down over time?  Yes.  Is there a specific age at which this happens?  No - it's an individual thing.

I haven't seen, or spoken to, the individual who made these comments in years.  I'm not sure what spurned him to make them.  We all work hard, train hard, and race hard.  We do the best we can.  We all make sacrifices - or not.  The decision is ours and ours alone.  We all have to live with those decisions, like them or not.

This rant is over.  Thank you for listening.

Saving my A** (With an ISM Saddle)

When I started riding seriously, when the triathlon bug had really set in, I began to experience some serious issues with my saddle. It wasn't a good relationship, so to speak. To be nice, I'd say I had "soft tissue" issues. To be blunt, almost every saddle that I tried rubbed me the wrong way. Blood flow would be cut off to key areas of my anatomy, and my prostate felt like it was the size of a bagel.

I went through a few saddles:

Sella San Marco

Fiz:ik

Bontrager
(sorry, couldn't find that one in the basement). 

Heck, I even tried using the saddle my wife had used at one point:

WTB

I had a good stretch on the San Marco, but on longer rides it was still not the most comfortable thing to be perched on for three-plus hours. I did enough research to know that I needed a saddle with a cut out, and the San Marco just wasn't working well enough.

I don't know how I stumbled onto the ISM saddle - I'm sure it was a late night session surfing the internet cursing the tingling (not in a good way) in my nether-regions.


ISM Road

This saddle is the most comfortable I've ridden. I first put one on my road bike last season (an ISM Race saddle). The relief was immediate, and the comfort is amazing. There was no question that my recently purchased TT bike would need an ISM saddle as well.  I went with the ISM Road model as there's a little more padding and is much more comfortable on long days down in the aero-bars.  I can ride for hours and not have any of the inconvenient side effects that were plaguing me in the past.

I can't imagine riding on anything else. What are you riding on?

Stating the Obvious

I was thinking back over the past few years as to what caused the improvement in my performance.  Not just in triathlons (although that was a major concern), but in running and cycling individually.  It has to be group training.  And by that I mean training with a group filled with people who are stronger, faster, and better than you.

I was a strong middle of the pack finisher a few years ago.  I was doing well, and training with some folks from the Sound Shore Runners and Multisport Club.  It was a great group - it was the first running club that my wife and I joined when we moved to the Northeast.  We wanted to find people who we could run with during the week and for long runs on weekends.  As I had been training on my own up until then I improved quickly as I now ran with people who were faster than I.  This improved my performance and I became a stronger runner, thanks in large part to Joe G who introduced me to the pain and joy of hitting the track for speed-work.

The same is true of my cycling.  There were a few cyclists and triathletes in the club,  but not many, and my cycling improved as I rode with people who were, again, stronger than I on the bike and I learned what I could from them while I was chasing them down during our morning rides.

At some point my performance leveled off.  I knew it had....I knew I was capable of more.....and I knew that I wanted to perform better.  I worked harder on my own and at one sprint triathlon a few years ago placed 3rd in my AG.  Without boring you with a lot of minutiae and drama, it was apparent that it was time to move on and find another group to train with.

I had been invited a few times during these past few years to join my friend Rich on a group ride with the triathlon club he founded.   The men and women of the Westchester Triathlon Club were Ironmen.  And I don't say that just to add emphasis in a gratuitous fashion.  I mean it literally.  Every year a handful from this great group of athletes qualifies for Kona.  Race after race (Olympic distance, 70.3, full Ironman) there are people placing, and winning, their age group.  Needless to say I was terrified to join them and gave Rich excuse after excuse as to why I was unable to join them.

My wife finally convinced me to join them for a Saturday ride.  So I sucked it up, filled two water bottles with Hammer Heed, threw a gel or two in my jersey pocket and clipped in for a leg burning, lung draining, bonk inducing, 3 hour tour.

Group rides pushed me to limits I didn't know existed.  Group runs, and speed work, challenged me to the point where I thought I was going to puke.  But I couldn't let them know that I was hurting (although I'm sure it was apparent during the first few months) and I had to finish the ride or run with the pack.  Falling off the back and slowing down wasn't an option.  Just as it was with Joe G when I first did speed-work, I knew that if I could keep up and push myself it would pay off.

It wasn't long after joining the WTC that I began stalking the AG podium on a regular basis. 

Many of us who started out at Sound Shore Multisport have moved on to other running and triathlon clubs.  But I'll never forget the friendships and lessons learned.  I still train with a few folks from there now and again, and that's something for another post.

I'm stating the obvious when I say that training with people faster than you will help you improve.  It's just hard to check the ego at the door for the first few workouts as you get your ass handed to you.