"The Race"

(Yep, it's wordy...a lot on my mind today if you choose to continue reading) :)

Anyone with a Facebook account could tell that today was the Redline 13.1 half marathon here in Longmont.  This was the first half marathon I've ever run (actually the first road race I've run in probably 20 years).  I had only been training for it since April, back when running one mile was one of my least favorite things in the world to do.  But I got used to running 3 or 4 mornings a week and gradually built up my runs to where I had run 12 miles a couple of times before the race today, and I felt ready to go by the time today's race rolled around. 

Woke up at 4:30 this morning, after a not nearly deep enough 6 hours or so of sleep.  Picked up the sitter at 5:00, told her she could crash and then Kathy and I headed to the finish line to catch a bus to the start.  Apparently the buses "got lost", so we were about 20 mins late leaving, then there was a nice line at the porta potties at the starting line, but the race was still only about 20 mins late starting (6:50 vs. 6:30).  We ran with several other people with Alpha connections - John and Ashley Bradley, Erika James, Amber Burtis, Paul Marcotte, Sid Payne, and Leah Davis.  In all, there were 239 people signed up, and it was a gorgeous (although a little warm) morning for a run. 

The race started around Lake Macintosh.  The path was pretty narrow for 239 people, so there was some very slow going for the first quarter mile or so, but that was probably good to help slowly ease into the run without letting the adrenaline get the best of us.  Eventually we all spread out a bit, and Ashley and I ran together for awhile.  About a dozen hot air balloons had launched south of the city, and the nearly full moon was clearly visible against the mountains.  The first two miles, I had a huge smile on my face, was running at about a 9:30 pace and felt very, very good. 

After a couple of miles, we turned off the lake path and onto the road.  It wasn't long until I saw Becca's kindergarten teacher, Julie Kruetner, on the route with her cow bell cheering us on.  Again, huge smile on my face, and Ashley and I were maintaining about a 9:30 pace.  At this point, Ashley questioned our speed and if we were taking it out too fast, and I thought probably but I was feeling very relaxed and thought we could maintain that pace.  About 2.5 more miles up Airport Rd, then we turned east onto the greenway that would take us through town to the finish at Sandstone Ranch.  Things were still feeling good here.

After we turned onto the greenway, I got a sip of water from the water station, and took a packet of goo.  Next time, I'll actually follow the directions and take the goo BEFORE I get the water, as I spent the next mile or so trying to clear it out of my throat and spitting every 50 feet or so.  A mile up the trail and we were at Golden Ponds, which finally provided a little shade.  I was very familiar with the route at this point, as I'd run it to and from Alpha (about 2.5 miles farther) many times.  At this point, I was starting to get concerned about the pace and tried to slow down a little bit.  We did slightly, but still were pacing around 9:40 up through the water station at Alpha which was about 8 miles into the race.

Alpha had a great group of people there to cheer us on and give us drinks.  I think they had the most people manning the stations of any other on the course, and it was good to see some more familiar faces along the way.  Alpha has always been a very supportive "family", and today was no exception.

Shortly after leaving Alpha, the course started to move into a more open area on the long stretch up to the finish.  It was at this point that I started to feel a little tired and my pace dropped to around 10:00 avg.  I still had the ability to run, I was just really starting to feel it.  It was about this time where we (Ashley was still running with me) saw Kathy up ahead walking.  She has not run a half marathon in several years, and tends to get overheated quickly, and when she started to feel that hit her, she did the smart thing and backed down.  Another Alpha friend, Leah Davis, had been running behind Ashley and me for a little while, and about 10 miles in, Ashley pushed ahead to catch up with Kathy and run with her, and Leah ran with me for a bit.  Ashley took off from there and eventually finished a great run, coming in at just under 10:00 miles average for the whole race.

At mile 10, I started to get really concerned.  My legs were starting to get rubbery to the point of not working very well.  Leah encouraged me by saying we only had a 5K left to go, and since she and I had run 12 miles together just a few weeks ago, a 5K should not be so bad.  And I kept reminding myself of that over and over again.  My pace dropped considerably to 11:00, and Leah pressed on ahead of me, and she would also go on to finish a very good race. 

Around mile 11 I caught up to Kathy, who was walking a bit, then running, then walking, then running.  We passed each other several times in the last couple of miles this way, and although I continued running, I was not running much faster than she was walking.  I started to get panicked at about 11.5 miles, knowing that I had another 1.6 miles to go.  Earlier in the week, this was cake and I knew it would be over shortly.  But at this point, my legs were about done, and although 1.6 is a small percentage of 13.1, it is still not a trivial run, especially for a sprint swimmer.  Kathy encouraged me every time we passed each other, and I was lucky to manage a grunt in response. 

At mile 12, I was in bad shape.  My pace at this point was over 12 mins/mile, and I was literally going one step at a time.  On my last long run with Leah, we finished up with a really bad hill, and I was encouraging her to take smaller steps, one at a time, and you'll get to the top soon.  I kept telling myself today that I needed to walk the walk right now, and it was time for some serious head games.  I had a goal of getting under 10:00 miles, but the way I'd been running lately, I thought 9:45s were not out of the question.  Past mile 12, my goal had reverted back to my initial goal from April....finish it without walking.  One step at a time, seeming to barely move with each step now, but I was going to do this.

I finally got to the bridge over the river that lead to the finish at Sandstone.  The only problem was that the finish was up a STEEP hill to an upper parking lot for the last .2 miles or so.  I knew this was going to be a challenge when I first saw the map of the course, but I literally had nothing left by the time I got to this part.  I crossed the bridge and hit the first upslope and managed to continue running, but I knew I was in trouble.  The final push was on me now, and I got about 10 steps up the hill before my legs stopped working.  At the end of all of my kickboxing classes, we do one minute of pushups, with the goal being to go until failure, where your arms just can't lift anymore.  My legs hit this point on that hill, and I had to walk.  I uttered a few choice words under my breath, then started to walk with exaggerated arms and strides as long as I could make them.  Sadly, I was probably going just as fast as I had been "running" for the last couple of miles.  But on the hill, Kathy and I met up again, and we were able to run the last few hundred feet through the finish.  The announcer called out "and here come the Lawrences in together now!"  Never in a million years would I have ever expected to hear those words being said.  Although I didn't get to do any training runs with Kathy (she usually ran first, then I'd run after her so one of us could be home with the kids at all times.  Plus, she is just a faster runner than I am, and I would have held her back), I loved being able to finish my goal race running in with her.   My final time was 2:14:11 (10:14 pace), and I was the 66th male of 88.  I didn't quite make my goal of 10:00 miles, and I had to walk for a few hundred feet, but I completed the race, and that is pretty huge for me, the sprinter swimmer.

Training for this was an exceptionally positive thing for me.  Everyone encouraged everyone else.  Many others who didn't race today had also been posting their runs on facebook, and that just made the support group even stronger.  I've never been a runner, and never had any desire to try it.  But for almost 3 months, I actually looked forward to morning training runs of 3, 4 and 5 miles.  I started to see trends in my times, and they trended consistently downward.  I loved coming home after my run and comparing notes and times with Kathy...it really brought us closer together.

I mentioned several other Alpha students ran today, and all of them have their own stories.  Erika James just took up running about 5 months ago, and has been a fitness machine for the past year.  She finished her first half marathon today, which impresses me beyond words.  Amber Burtis badly sprained her ankle a couple months ago, but she's a tough chica and was able to start training again and competed.  She also finished her first half marathon today.  Paul Marcotte just lost his mom in a car accident a few weeks ago and has been working through all the emotions and logistics that go with that, training when he could around visits to his dad in the hospital and preparing for a funeral.  He finished his first half marathon today.  Sid Payne is a boxer who I've had the (mis?)fortune of sparring numerous times at Alpha (I kid...he's tough as nails and a lot of fun to spar).  He has run at least one half marathon before (I think more), and was the perfect support person for Erika and Amber today to help pull them through their races.  Leah Davis is one of my kickboxing students, married to an Olympic caliber sprinter, but has never run a half marathon before.  I did a great 12 mile run with her a few weeks ago, and today she finished her first half marathon.  John Bradley is a seasoned runner with numerous halves and full marathons under his belt.  He was perfect as the resident running expert to give training advice and encouragement along the way.  Ashley Bradley was my main training partner along the way.  I think it is difficult to find two people that match well to each other in running, but we matched up very well and always tended to push each other on our training runs.  She had been having pretty bad knee and hip issues lately, but today she completed her first half marathon and did it in very quick fashion.  And then my wife Kathy, who was a cross country runner and has a 15 miler under her belt, but has had physical issues that she thought would prevent her from ever competing again.  She has a ton of natural talent and has been training steadily along with me for this race.  The day was very warm, and she was getting overheated and had to walk some of the way, but she overcame her limitations and completed her race today with me. 

I have mixed feelings about the race being over.  I am relieved that I've gotten through it finally, but I really liked having a goal to train for and such a great group of people to be training with me at the same time.  I'm planning to take off a couple of weeks, and then we'll see where it goes from there.  I reaffirmed today that I am not a distance runner, and I have no desire to try a full marathon.  I would train for this half again because I think it was organized very well and I like the course and that it was local, but I'm not looking to compete in any more of these just for fun.  The running has always kept me from doing triathlons, but I don't fear a 5k or even a 10k anymore, and I think I may start looking to compete in tri's sometime down the road.  But the feeling I had immediately after the race, and while doing absolutely nothing with friends this afternoon...that is what I was looking forward to the most, and it has all been worth every minute of it.

It is Time

The half marathon is just a day away now.  In about 2 1/2 months of training, I've run about 175 miles, dropped over a minute off of my 3 mile pace, and lost about 8 lbs.  I've watched many good friends train along with me and post about their highs and lows, and I've loved the camaraderie of this group of runners.  I've worked through injuries and watched others do the same.  I have gained confidence in my ability to simply complete a running race for a distance I never dreamed (nor ever had a desire) of doing.  And now, I feel ready.  I will be glad when it is over, but the journey here has been unforgettable and extremely positive.

At the risk of forgetting someone, I want to wish best of luck to the Alpha crew this weekend....Kathy, Ashley, John, Erika, Leah, Paul, Sid, and Amber.  I've loved watching everyone progress and actually getting to run with many of you.  Now let's go get it!!!

The N-Word

People who know me know that I have a fascination with other cultures, and race relations have always intrigued me.  Along those lines, I found this speech online that had me rolling and made some very good points.  I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I did. 

Speech, part 1

Speech, part 2

Christianity and Faith

I read a letter to the editor in the Longmont paper today from a Mr. Greg Grandchamp.  Religion has been a hot topic in the Times Call lately, and Mr. Grandchamp wrote in to explain his beliefs from a Christian point of view.  He made some good points, not all of which were necessarily provable, but what really struck a chord with me was the last part of his letter:

"But what if I’m wrong?   What if everything I believe is false?  One big scam. The Bible is “mythology.” If so, then I have lived what is left of my life with a certainty of something bigger and greater than me. I have the answers to why I’m here and the belief that I will spend eternity in paradise. I have joy in my heart that cannot be taken from me, regardless of any possible circumstances. I have lived knowing that I am loved by God, and I have lived my life serving him and others for him. And when I die, I will never know the difference."

I consider myself a Christian.  Probably not a very good Christian (I don't remember the last time I went to church), but I definitely believe in God.  But put me up in a debate with an atheist who is a skilled debater, and I imagine I'd look foolish every time, because I simply can't prove beyond an atheist's shadow of a doubt that God exists or that His son Jesus died for our sins.  So many of my beliefs are based on faith, but of course it has crossed my mind "what if I am wrong?"  Thank you, Mr. Grandchamp, for summing it up nicely for me.

My Pops

Today is Father's Day, and I thought I would jot down a few thoughts about my dad today. 

Sadly, my dad is no longer with us.  He died in January of 2005.  Apparently he had gone to work that day and was in a meeting room, when he got up to walk across the room and just crashed to the floor.  Some coworkers attempted to revive him, but he never fully regained consciousness.  I got that dreaded call from my mom that things were not looking good and that I needed to come back home.  After I got there, I saw my dad in the hospital on life support, and was able to say my goodbyes before the decision was made to take him off support and let him go.  I'm not sure if he heard what I said to him, but I'll always assume that he heard and understood.

One thing that I'm very thankful for is that my family had just been to Georgia for Christmas to visit my folks.  As part of that trip, my dad and I drove to Nashville TN to watch the Broncos (he was a big fan) and the Titans play on Christmas day.  We spent the night up there and drove back the next day, just a one on one road trip and football game with my dad.  We had a great time.  And about a month later, he was gone.  I'm thankful that I had just gotten to see him and that we had nothing that needed to be cleared or settled.  I had the epitome of closure, but I had no idea that I was getting it when I did.

My dad was a great guy, and I really wish my current day friends could have gotten to meet him.  He was one of the best diplomats I ever knew.  I don't remember him ever really losing his temper (angry, sure, but never out of control angry).  I always remember him as never being one to tell you you were wrong outright or insult you.  He'd be more like "you may want to consider if you do that, this might be the consequence", and that always made you think and more often than not, change to his "side" of the argument.  As a family friend once told me "he could call you stupid and you'd never even know he was saying it".  He was very involved in his church in Augusta, and he was in the choir and did singing gigs all the time. 

When my dad died, there was literally a non stop procession of people for over an hour who came to his viewing.  He was held in very high regard by a whole lot of people.  I was asked today if Father's Day is hard on me since his death.  The answer to that (for me anyway), is that no, it really isn't.  I often wish I could talk to my dad again and that he could see what I'm doing with my life and meet my friends.  Today is no different.  But I have no regrets about my life with dad when he was around, and that makes things a lot easier. 

I could write a whole lot more primarily random and great memories I have of my dad, but I'll leave that to future posts.  So for now....here's to you, dad.  Thank you for all you did for me and taught me, and I hope one day we'll be together again. 

Do Unto Others....

I read this article in my local paper this week and it infuriated me.  This is the story of one Mr. Bob McIntosh.  Mr. McIntosh was pulled over for going 41 mph in a 20 mph school zone.  Mr. McIntosh was not happy that he was pulled over for such a petty offense as speeding in an area full of children, so he proceeded to swear at the officer.  The officer warned him that if he didn't stop, he would place Mr. McIntosh under arrest.  Mr. McIntosh either didn't believe him or didn't care, so the officer arrested him.  After 3 hours in custody, and after soliciting the services of lawyer David Lane, Mr. McIntosh has been awarded $20,00 for "violation of his first amendment rights".  What a joke.

As Mr. Lane so eloquently puts it, "I can't arrest you for telling me to go screw myself".  Legally, that may be true.  Morally, though?  Yes, I know how the slippery slope argument goes....if we prosecute someone for saying something that someone doesn't like, where will it end?  Again, legally, sadly, Mr. McIntosh has the "right" to be an asshole, and he exercised that right to perfection.  But $20,000 for literally 3 hours of trouble?  (He plead guilty to the speeding charge).  I was always taught to respect people of authority (and an officer of the law certainly qualifies) regardless of whether I can "legally" call him any name I want to.  Mr. McIntosh was morally in the wrong, and when you have to hire David Lane to defend your actions, you are all but admitting that you behaved in a way that any decent member of society would frown upon. 

Mr. McIntosh, I hope you do the right thing and donate 100% of your windfall to a good charity, because God knows you don't deserve a penny of it for your behavior that day.

Some Inspiration

I'm disappointed in myself for not posting more often, but I am also trying not to post just for the sake of posting either.  This may be a little more of the latter, but I wanted to share a couple of videos I found today that were pretty inspiring.

The first is a video by Neil Pasricha called "The Three A's of Awesome".   It is almost 20 minutes long, but has a good message about how to get the most out of life.  The gist of it is, there are going to be roadblocks and obstacles in your life, and how you choose to handle those will determine how far you are able to move forward.  Anyway, the video caught my attention, and maybe it will yours too.

The other video which caught my eye today was this one.  This video shows a kindergarten teacher's classroom in Mexico, where two rival drug cartels are having a gunfight just outside of the school (apparently several people were killed in it).  The teacher has the kids on the floor, but is very calm and begins to sing with them so they don't freak out in a very scary situation.  I know at least 3 current or former kindergarten teachers who kickbox with me, and I can imagine all three of them acting in a similar manner even though I am quite sure all of them would also be completely freaking out on the inside.  It takes a special kind of person to succeed as a kindergarten teacher, and this woman in Mexico appears to have that gift (as do my kickboxer friends). 

Anyway, two videos with nothing more in common other than they inspired me, and hopefully they'll stir something in your like they did in me today.