Running While on the Road

We've all been there - traveling for work, or personal, reasons and squeezing in a run (outdoors or on a treadmill) or ride (usually on a stationary bike in a hotel gym) in a desperate attempt to keep your training regimen on schedule.  The Type-A / OCD person trapped inside me finds it all very inconvenient.  On the other hand it's a nice way to shake up the normal routine that can sometimes settle in.

Sometimes it's a great opportunity: Running in San Diego along the waterfront doesn't suck.  Neither does running along the Embarcadero or in Golden Gate Park in San Francisco.

I've also done some running in London (not bad early in the day) as well as outside of london near Maidenhead / Ascot (very nice countryside).  Seattle was a nice place to run, although the day was a total cliche' and it was dumping rain the last time I ran there. 

I must say that my least favorite place to run (so far) is in Columbus.....in February.  Having grown up in the mid-west I knew what I was getting into when that work trip came along.  Day one was a 4 mile slog outside in frigid temperatures with snow and ice blowing at me from every direction.  Subsequent morning runs were performed on the treadmill at the hotel boring myself to death.

I've been lucky on occasion and have been in a city where there was a gym that my membership here in the North-East gave me privileges.  Taking a spin class in the middle of the winter while on the road was kind of nice.

That's all work (mostly) related running.  There are times when running while on holiday comes into play, and this can also be a difficult, albeit a somewhat fun, situation.  Take last week over Thanksgiving........

My wife JL and I headed down to Barbados to avoid the "Three F's" of Thanksgiving ("forced family fun").  Not that we don't love our families, but it's kind of our thing around Thanksgiving.  We do our best to escape, just the two of us, every year over this US-only holiday.  We love Barbados, and tend to stay in roughly the same area while there.  Having been there a handful of times, I've got a nice 5.25-ish mile loop that I can run.  The trick is trying to get out early enough to avoid traffic - most of the roads aren't the most friendly to runners as there's not much shoulder to speak of.  And the heat is an issue.  Getting out at 700a still provides sun, 75F temps, and about 70+ humidity.  But then there are the hills.







Now, truth be told, I could keep it simple and run up the H1 - along the coast - either north or south and keep it pretty flat.  But it does provide a challenge of traffic and safety.  Not to say that the drivers in Barbados are bad.  My experience has been that most drivers there are very considerate of runners (and cyclists that I've seen) and give a friendly little honk as they're coming up on you, and a wave as they go past.  Or it could just be the novelty of seeing a white dude running in the heat, sweating up a storm, in short running shorts and triathlon top.  But I digress.

The loop that I usually run is great.  Hills, some flats, more hills.  The downhill section is equally as tough, as my quads are usually barking at me by the time all is said and done.  But that first mile and quarter or so.....brutal.

In the graphic above - see all those nice, pretty, dark colors in the elevation chart?  yeah, tough way to start things off.  I think I averaged about 13-14 minutes for that first mile-plus up to the first left turn on each run.  My heart rate is cooking along at a nice average of 150+.  Oy.  Hill work for the month of December?  Check.

In the end, it's a good burn.  I can cook off some calories from the rum consumption of the previous day.  And it helps facilitate a nap in the sun later that morning.

Fun stuff, running in the islands.  Tragically the past few years we've missed the Run Barbados festival.  Full marathon, half marathon, 10K, and a 5K.  Very nice looking race weekend of events.  I took a look at the course maps (just in case we decide to schedule our retreat next year to incorporate the race weekend) and thankfully they're all along the H1 - nice and flat.

Getting out on the road, while on the road, is a pain.  But it seems much less so when on holiday in the sun with the ocean just a stones throw away.

Common Courtesy - An Endangered Species

What's up with motorists suddenly (or not so suddenly) ignoring pedestrians, crosswalks, and eschewing common courtesy?  I say "not so suddenly" as I've been seeing this lack of motoring etiquette for some time.  But lately it seems like it's moved on to another level.

I'm not even talking about the common, combative, vitriol laden relationship between cyclists and motorists.  That's a whole other post in itself.   I will say, after just coming into the house today from a Saturday AM ride, that it was event free.  And even with the mid-morning rush of a Saturday, with people heading to little league soccer, Home Depot, or wherever, it really wasn't too bad of a ride.

But when I'm running, or even walking (to the train station to commute to work, for example, which is only a mile away from our home), the idea of motorists actually stopping at a stop sign, yielding to pedestrians in a crosswalk, or actually being aware of ones surroundings, seems like too much to ask lately.  Case(s) in point:

  • While walking to the train one recent morning, I approached a corner where cars were waiting to turn right - I would have been approaching them from their right.  I made eye contact with the elderly woman in the lead car, and proceeded to cross.  She decided that it was more important to take advantage of the gap in traffic and - had I not jumped clear - her left front quarter panel would have clipped my leg.  Her dismissive wave of her hand was icing on the cake.
  • During a typical morning run, I was coming up to a gas station where a car (I heard him before I saw him) came roaring up to the exit drive.  Thankfully I heard him coming and was able to stop short, because the dude behind the wheel never once looked in my direction and when I yelled a sarcastic "thank you", as I stood blocked by his car in the middle of the sidewalk, I was greeted with his middle finger.
  • Walking home from the train station is just as bad as walking to it.  While crossing at a corner a car, thoughtfully, stopped and motioned for me to cross.  Giving a nice wave I proceeded to do so.  However, the car behind the nice young lady thought that this was a ridiculous situation and proceed to lay on his horn.  When I was clear, and the cars were rolling, he yelled out his window "get the fuck out of the way".

Now, as I said, this isn't the animosity that I see at times when I'm out on my bike on training rides.  That again provides enough ammunition for a whole other post (or three).  And I will say that there are "good cyclists" and "bad cyclists"....just as there are good drivers and bad drivers.  But when did the old saying "pedestrians have the right of way" go by the way-side?  Are people in that big a hurry that waiting for 10 seconds for someone to cross a street is such an inconvenience?

My wife and I have a saying that we commonly say at least twice on the occasion that we're out for a ride together.  It's not unusual for a car to tearing by us at a ridonkulous rate of speed - or for a car to ignore a stop sign, etc.  We usually joke that "...there better be someone giving birth in the back seat of that car..." as there's really no other reason to be so obnoxiously exceeding the speed limit in a residential area.  JL has also noticed this now more common phenomenon of motorists beginning to despise pedestrians.

And it really wasn't like this even 2 to 3 years ago.  It's been just recently (the past 12 months perhaps) that this behavior has been increasing to become more commonplace.  Even our early morning rides and runs (500a start time) now have risks - given by the example of the idiot coming out of the gas station.  It used to be that one could run down the middle of the road at that time of day and not encounter a car for miles.  Now, everyone is out earlier, in a bigger hurry, and patience is a rare commodity.

The encounters that I listed above should not be considered a complete list of transgressions by any means.  I could go on and on.  I just don't understand why common courtesy has been given up in lieu of trying to beat the rush at Starbucks on the way to work.

Why are the roads so sticky?

I was out for a run this morning and thought about the  handful of friends that I know who were down at Fort Wadsworth on Staten Island waiting for the New York Marathon to start.  It was a chilly day, the sun was out, pretty good race conditions all in all.

So, as I was running I thought back to my first marathon.  It was back in 2002, and I wasn't really what I would consider a good runner at the time.  I had actually started running to try to get into shape (I wasn't very fit back then).  A friend of mine at work, when I told him of my attempts to run, was quick to add support and motivation.  He helped me get my mileage up to a whopping 4-5 miles.  Then up to 6.  Before I knew it I was running 8 miles on my long runs and wasn't feeling too terrible.

Then, one day my friend is in my office and before I knew it I was signing up for the NYC Marathon lottery.  Mind you, I had never run a race before - ever.  Not a 5K or 5 miler.  Nothing.  And I was a little apprehensive to say the least when I discovered that I had made it in.  So I kept on training, adding miles to my long runs, but looking back I had no idea what I was doing.  I had no idea what speedwork, or tempo runs were.  I ran at the same pace all the time.  All in all it was really a terrible training plan.  But, before I knew it I was on a bus heading to Staten Island for the start - wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into.

This is where everything becomes a blur.  I ran 4 marathons after this first one (New York again 2 years later, then Chicago and Nashville ).  I can recall quite a bit from those races, as I think about it.  But my first marathon - my first race of any kind - I can't recall much at all.

I remember being in Fort Wadsworth trying to stay warm.  And when the announcements were made to start making our way to the start, that's where it all pretty much goes fuzzy.  I don't remember much of the start on the Verazzano Bridge at all.  I remember absolutely nothing of running through Brooklyn, or crossing the Queensborough Bridge.  And while I recall it on my second NYC Marathon, I don't remember the huge crowds on First Avenue as you come off the Bridge into Manhattan.  Even running down 5th Avenue and coming into Central Park is a vague memory.  Hell, the finish is something I can't even remember much of at all.  (Although I do remember being really happy that I could stop running!)

What I do remember, the only thing that I can clearly remember, is wondering why the hell the road was so sticky through the water stations?  Having never run a race of any sort before I had no idea what was causing this.  Every water station, by the time I got there, was a sticky mess.  Every mile or so I was so confused as to why the road was sticky.  I could hear it with everyone running through.  I could feel the soles of my shoes sticking to the road.  It made no sense at all. 

It took me 18 miles or so to realize that it was the Gatorade from the water stations that was spilled all over the road from discarded cups.

That's it - that's the only memory of my first marathon....my first race ever.....that I can recall.  The sticky roads.  

As I thought about this this morning I got a good laugh out of it.  I had absolutely no idea what I was doing as I trained for, and participated in, that race.   Nutrition on long runs? Nope.  Hydration during long runs?  Average at best.  Pre-race nutrition?  Pretty poor.  Nutrition during the race?  I think I carried 1 gel with me for the entire race.  I'm not sure how I got through it to be honest.

Oh how times have changed.

I'll be watching the live coverage of this years marathon this morning and I'll be tracking my friends online.  Good luck to everyone who's racing today.

A Ride, a Run, and an Opinion

Seeing as my knee has been feeling better (thankfully) I was signed up for Grete's Great Gallop 1/2 Marathon - a race in New York's Central Park put on by the New York Road Runners.  I was pretty excited to race this after almost an entire summer off of racing and competing.  My running in the week leading up was good, and I threw in a tempo run on Tuesday to see how my pace and endurance was.

It was terrible.

My heart rate was through the roof, and I was going 30 seconds slower than I was during tempo runs in July.  It was quite demoralizing.  Not that I should have expected miracles to occur, but I thought I would have been in a better place than this. 

Saturday morning arrived, and my wife JL  (also running the 1/2) and I were mustering around the house getting ready for the race.  JL has been having some IT band issues, and long story short she wasn't up for race.  As I had resigned myself to using this as a training run instead of a full-on race, I had no problem bagging it and staying at home.  I figured I'd run on Sunday (today) and get a good ride in the books instead of running on Saturday (yesterday). 

Great ride.  Weather was perfect: cool, slightly overcast, and low humidity after a week of tremendous amounts of rain in the New York City area.  My road bike and I really enjoyed the morning (my TT rig is in mothballs for the off-season).  On the home stretch, about 5 miles from my house, I saw a guy walking his bike on the sidewalk.  I slowed down and asked if he was okay.  He said yeah, but his rear tire was flat.  I stopped and asked if he needed a tube or anything.  He waffled a bit, explained that he thought he damaged the valve at home pumping up his tires, and that he was fine and only had 3 or so miles to go before he was home.  He didn't have a spare tube and was fine walking.

I decided that the right thing to do was to up my karma ante for the fall.  I got of my bike and told him to get the rear wheel off.  As I gave him a once-over while we introduced ourselves I noticed that, while he was wearing bike shorts, he was wearing a cotton t-shirt, running shoes, and had flat pedals with toe straps.  It was a decent Specialized road bike, but he was most likely new to the whole cycling thing.  No problem.  5 minutes later I had burned a tube and a CO2 cartridge, but he was up and running and on his way.  Come to find he's the village Judge for my little hamlet.  Hopefully he remembers my name if I ever get into a spot of trouble.

Anyway, Sunday (today) came and I got in a good run.  Only 8 miles on the trails, but I didn't feel like I needed to do any more than that.  I was out for just under an hour and it was great looping through the Leatherstocking Trail section near my house.   The Paine to Pain trail 1/2 Marathon was being held today - I ran it last year, but again, no more racing for me this year - and as I'm familiar with the course it was fun to see all the marking and signage up ready for the athletes.

A nice hot shower later (again, cool temps today) and I did some bike maintenance: new tires on my road bike, and I swapped cleats from JLs' old road bike shoes to her new ones.  A busy, busy weekend!

Oh, and an opinion

This past week, in two days time, I experienced not only an idiot driver on my morning ride but also an idiot cyclist while on the way to work. The idiot driver, while acknowledging that he saw me, felt it prudent to do a u-turn in the road requiring me to lock up my brakes to avoid hitting his car.  At the light that he was then stopped at I asked him if he even saw me (yeah, I got a little lippy).  He said "...yeah, there was plenty of room....shut the f*** up".  Okay, thanks pal - have a nice day!  And to make matters more interesting there was a village police cruiser right behind me during this whole thing.  Clearly not interested in the illegal u-turn or the fact that there was almost an accident.

The next day on the way to work I was crossing the road (with everyone else in downtown Manhattan) outside of Grand Central Terminal.  We had the right of way, and the walk sign was lit.  Yelling to the left of me caused me to pause, as a cyclist in a full racing kit comes weaving through the crowd of people yelling at us to stay out of the way.  Excuse me?  Really? 

In the battle between cyclists and car owners, EVERYONE needs to play nice.  It's unfortunate that the idiots on both sides of the argument make it difficult to find a happy, medium, ground.

Toughman Half Iron - Recap from the Bike Course

As my knee injury earlier this summer caused me to pull out of my last few races this year, I decided to help my friend Rich and I worked the bike course for the Toughman Half Iron triathlon this past Sunday.  I've know Rich for a number of years, and train with his tri club.  Rich is also the race director of the Toughman triathlon, and the mastermind behind it's inception 3 years ago.

It was a little tough mentally on Saturday as we were out marking the bike course - putting up signage and chalk-painting the roads.  I had a few moments where I would think back to last year (when I raced the Toughman) and would think that I should be home resting and hydrating.  But, alas, not this year.

So, Sunday morning my wife JL and I headed out early to our section of the bike course and awaited the other volunteers so that I could assign duties and positions along our section of the bike course.  It was really a perfect day for racing.   Cool.  Overcast.  Dry.  Really just about idyllic conditions.  My volunteers started to arrive and once we were all gathered I went over the key points that were covered in the race captains meeting the previous day: What corners were going to be troublesome, where traffic was going to be an issue, and what corners we would have police assistance. 

I sent everyone on their way, and JL and I waited with another volunteer at our section for the race to get underway.  We were located at about the 24-25 mile mark of the bike course.  I had a sheet of the estimated arrival times for the leaders, both overall and for the subsequent waves, and as the time for the estimated arrival of the leaders came upon us, we split up and headed to our stations. 

Here came the leaders.  Damn….these guys were really moving.  The leader came by and I barely saw him as I stopped cars from coming out of a parking area and waved him through.  He was just a blur with the sound of his disk wheel announcing his arrival.  The gent in 2nd place at the time came through a few minutes later and was really dropping the hammer as well.  Ah, to hold a Pro Card and to be able to devote more time to training!

Then, things got nutty.  As the bulk of the athletes came through it was an hour-plus of constant activity.  Cars and traffic (not everyone as understanding as I would have liked) were getting thick.  We were stationed just outside a popular deli - a favorite oasis for us on long rides.  But also apparently a favorite early Sunday morning stop for coffee and a New York Times.  When I said that people weren't always as understanding as I would have preferred, I wasn't kidding.  A few people, when I asked if they could park across the street instead of in the parking area directly in front to avoid delays and for the safety of the athletes, looked at me as if I'd asked them to chop off one of their hands.  Upon their departure they were quick to spin their tires and spit gravel up as they departed to show what a massive inconvenience the extra 2 minutes had cost them.  No matter.  The primary objective was the safety of the athletes and that's what drove every action that morning.

In the end, even circling our section of the course behind the sag-wagon to pick up signs was fun.  We got back to the race site and were able to see some of our friends who had raced (a couple nice finishes, including a first place AG win for my good friend K.C.) and had a chat with our friend Rich - who finally looked much more relaxed as his 3rd year of Toughman was shaping up to the biggest and best so far.

Bottom line: If you're an athlete and you compete in running, triathlons, bike races, whatever…..you need to volunteer for some local races.  Not just for the fact that it's good to pay back the effort that others have put in so that we can race safely, but for the fact that it's actually a fun and rewarding experience.  I can't tell you how many athletes, while zipping by at 20+ mph would give a quick "thanks" as they went by.  Even one of the top 10 through my zone gave me a thumbs up as he screamed past.  It's important to realize that races of any size can't go on without volunteers.

A final congrats to my friend Rich.  The Westchester Toughman was a great success, again.