End of Year Recap (2009 – 2011)

Since this is my first annual recap but my third year as a distance runner, I want to go back a bit and reflect on how my running has progressed over the years.  In order to do so, I will provide a brief recap of the years 2009 and 2010 with a few stats that reflect what the year was like.  So, though I took my first steps in an actual training regimen in 2008, I will start with 2009, which is beyond a doubt where it all began.

2009 Recap

States Completed (1): Illinois

Half Marathons Run: 3
Fastest Finishing Time: 1:47:58 (13.1 Chicago Marathon)
Average Finishing Time: 1:49:32

Marathons Run: 1
Fastest Finishing Time: 4:03:21 (Bank of America Chicago Marathon)

Number of Fellow Runners: 53,169
Best Medal: Chicago Marathon
Worst Medal: Chicago Spring Half Marathon

When I ran my first half marathon in May of 2009, I had no intentions of going crazy.  I was tired, winded and in desperate need of replenishment.  My legs hurt, my face was salty and my lungs felt like they were on the verge of collapse.  Later that year, I would run two more half marathons and my first marathon, all in the great city of Chicago.  At the time, it felt like the culmination of a long process, one that ended with a respectable 4:03 finish in the bustling streets of the Windy City.

However, it was only the beginning of something much more exciting.  Something snapped in my head and my nascent hobby for distance running became an integral part of my lifestyle.  With this greater passion, I set out to run ten half marathons to commemorate the year 2010 and decided to do seven of those outside Illinois.

2010 Recap

States Completed (7): Florida, Missouri, Wisconsin, Indiana, Massachusetts, California, Arizona

Half Marathons Run: 11
Fastest Finishing Time: 1:32:06 (Tucson Half Marathon* – all downhill, not my official PR)
Average Finishing Time: 1:43:02

Marathons Run: 1
Fastest Finishing Time: 4:05:22 (Bank of America Chicago Marathon)

Number of Fellow Runners: 149,526
Best Medal: ING Miami Half Marathon
Worst Medal: OneAmerica 500 Festival Mini-Marathon

2010 was an incredible year for me.  I decided to focus intently on the half marathon distance, running only five short-distance races to keep things exciting.  I pushed myself harder and faster than I thought possible, breaking 1:40 for the first time in Disneyland.  Overall, I was thrilled with my progress – my average finishing time was almost five minutes faster than the previous year’s PR.  I also stepped outside of my comfort zone a few times, running warm weather half marathons in spite of my low heat tolerance.

But along the way, I got to spend time with a lot of friends from Chicago, college and even high school.  It made me realize that these races are a great excuse to reconnect with people that I don’t normally talk to on a regular basis.  In more than one case, I even managed to convince them to run the race as well, which requires more than the average amount of convincing.

I loved the experience of seeing new cities and catching up with old friends so much that my ambitions naturally expanded.  At the end of the year, I came up with the much bigger idea of running at least a half marathon in all fifty states.  And lucky for me, I had a head start with seven already under my belt.

I also set a time limit: to cross the finish line of the last state before my 40th birthday on November 5, 2022.  That meant that I’d have to do around 3.6 states a year to reach my goal right on time.  After making that calculation I thought, that’s doable.  Once I commit to this, I’ll be able to do 3, maybe 4 states every year and not go hungry trying.  A reasonable person with limited means like me would budget accordingly, prioritize and pick the most sensible states and stick to it.

But any avid runner knows that just visiting a race website is enough to plant a very persuasive seed.  Simply knowing a race is out there in a new state, with new splits, bibs, and medals is enough to get the ball rolling.  So it was with that impulsive drive that I began scheduling the great challenges of 2011.

2011 Recap

States Completed (9): Texas, Georgia, Colorado, Ohio, Michigan, Connecticut, South Carolina, Mississippi, New York
Countries Completed (1): Costa Rica

Half Marathons Run: 9
Fastest Finishing Time: 1:37:18 (Holiday Half Marathon, PR)
Average Finishing Time: 1:43:57

Marathons Run: 4
Fastest Finishing Time: 3:40:59 (Traverse City State Bank Bayshore Marathon, PR)
Average Finishing Time: 4:00:56

Number of Fellow Runners: 141,649
Best Medal: Flying Pig Half Marathon
Worst Medal: Stratton Faxon Fairfield Half Marathon

This was a great year for my racing career and one of many firsts.  I broke four hours at the marathon for the first time in Michigan, ran my first trail race in South Carolina, experienced for the first time a race above 5,000 feet in Colorado, ran my first international race in Costa Rica and learned the pains of running three marathons in nine weeks.

But more importantly, I got to experience the following for the first time: the varied tastes of Texas’ wine country, the inauguration of Costa Rica’s new fútbol stadium, the feeling of shooting a semi-automatic shotgun, the delectable morsels and thrilling rides of the Disney Food & Wine Expo, the diverse characters of all five of New York City’s boroughs, the empty slopes of Beaver Creek’s spring ski season, what it feels like to run in pitch darkness (more than once), and many, many delicious burgers.  None of these would have been possible without the hospitality and generosity of my friends and family.  I’m extremely glad to have found an activity that lets me explore the country, stay healthy and rekindle friendships with amazing people.

So now that the year is ending, I look forward to 2012 with great excitement.  It is going to be another year that goes above and beyond the 3.6-state minimum required to reach my goal on time, almost guaranteed by my new mini-goal: to be halfway done before getting married in late September.  As of this writing, I have signed up for three new states and have picked out races in the remaining five.  Though it will certainly be packed with enough running to keep me on my toes (figuratively and literally), I will definitely need to exercise prudence to avoid going overboard.  For one, escalation always comes with increased risk of injury.  But more importantly, every race I plan is a weekend away from home, which is not only a potentially costly expense, but time away from my close friends and loved ones in Chicago.

So I guess that means I have to start converting all of my friends into fervent runners.  It seems that’s my only option.

Onwards to the New Year, with expectations high and shoes laced.


California (2011 Holiday Half Marathon)

Hollywood Love

For one reason or another I ended up in Los Angeles this weekend and lo and behold, there was a half marathon in a nearby town.  In fact, there were two: the Holiday Half Marathon in Pomona and the Santa to the Sea Half Marathon in Oxnard.  Because of my running compulsion, I had to sign up for one of them.  After several people scrutinized both websites at my behest, they all collectively decided that the Pomona race would be the better option, and I concurred.

Providing this race’s base of operations was international music sensation Dan Head.  Dan and I met in college when he joined my fraternity.  As a Spanish speaker with a penchant for Latin music and fútbol, we stood out from our more white bread, apple pie, football peers.  But it wasn’t until after I graduated that we hung out a little more, even if it wasn’t a routine thing.  He was in a band with three other like-minded miscreants called Lolita, a smooth Latin-jazz ensemble and for a while, I went to every show.  We even collaborated on a song of mine, which combined heavy metal with a Latin flair.  Say what you will, but I enjoyed putting it together.

The day before the race, I got together with Dan, my cousin Andy (who is studying at Loyola Marymount) and my college friend Erin (who is now an MD!) to watch El Clásico at Dillon’s Pub in Hollywood.  I had never been to Hollywood before and found myself enjoying the bright colors, kitsch emporiums and costumed street performers.  Regrettably, Real Madrid’s 3-1 loss to FC Barcelona was a thorn in Dan’s side for the rest of the day, but we still made a fun afternoon out of it.  I don’t always drink a beer before a half marathon, but this time I figured, I’m not out to PR, so why not throw one down in the company of good friends and family?  That night, I got dinner with Erin in Santa Monica Place at a delicious place called Pizza Antica.  It was fun to see her because I happened to catch her during vacation, a reprieve from the last four years of her life, which have seemed like a never-ending series of 30-hour workdays.

Left to right: Andy, Erin, Me, Dan

I woke up on Sunday at 5:30 AM, ready to make the hour-long drive to Pomona.  The more races I do, the more I appreciate those that let you pick up your packet and bib the same day as the race.  Very few large events do this because it’s easier for them to cut that process out of race-day logistics (the majority actually do let you pick up your stuff hours before the race, but they just don’t advertise it).  I made it to the Fairplex So Cal around 6:30 and entered the kind of lot you’d find at a theme park.  As I entered the Fairplex, I was surprised by what I saw.  There were tiny towns with model train sets, a roller coaster in the distance, large buildings that looked like they probably housed shows or exhibitions.  Was this a theme park and I just didn’t know it?

Fairplex So Cal

I would have deliberated on this further, but I was on a mission: get my bib and timing chip, and get back to the car as fast as possible to warm up.  Though temperatures in the low 40’s are ideal for running, they’re not the best for standing around doing nothing and I was dressed inappropriately lightly for the December weather.  A big consolation, besides knowing I’d have near-ideal conditions during the race, was that it was much, much worse in Chicago.  Roughly forty minutes later, I was at the starting corral, making small talk with strangers and ready to go.

The course starts off in the middle of the event’s expo area before jutting off into a side road that wraps around the parking lot.  After that, runners enter the Pomona Speedway for another mile, each step over very soft asphalt that somehow makes it feel like you’re running faster.  Or maybe that was just me.  For the first time in a half marathon, I decided to join a pace group.  There was a spirited runner dressed as an elf holding a “1:40” sign just a few paces ahead of me at the start.  I figured I wasn’t going to PR, but I would still try and run a fast race anyway.  I always make the mistake of going too fast at first, so if I stuck to a 1:40 pace group, I’d stay consistent and then try to speed up later in the race.

I was with them for the first 2 miles before I decided, screw this, I’m speeding up.  So much for restraint.

Once out of the speedway, the course runs alongside Brackett Field, a small local airport, and then replaces the grays of the parking lot and speedway with the greener hues of the Frank G. Bonelli Regional County Park.  For the next nine miles, the race was a dependable series of slow uphills and fast descents along a beautifully scenic route.  I hadn’t studied the elevation chart beforehand so I didn’t really know what to expect.  My mistake.

Holiday Half Marathon Start & Finish

After a gradual climb at mile 4, I found myself on the shores of the Puddingstone Reservoir.  The lake shone orange with the morning sun to my left, my silhouette cast hundreds of feet downward on a slope of dry rock to my right.  We hadn’t climbed that much, but you couldn’t help but feel strong at the top of that hill.  A little later, we’d be back in the park, winding through campgrounds and picnics, tackling each rolling hill as it would emerge.  My strategy had so far worked out: keep your head up, take shorter steps on the uphills, and cruise down the other side.  By mile 7 I was still feeling strong, running at record pace, hoping I’d be able to keep it up.

But I was more than hoping, I almost needed a fast time.  Over the summer, I only ran two half marathons and neither was a walk in the park.  In June’s Fairfield race, I lost all energy around mile 7 due to high humidity and hubris, and then July’s XTERRA Trail Race was the hardest race I’ve ever run, landing me a 2:34 finish.  After that, I ran only marathons, which are completely different beasts.  It feels strange to write this, almost as if it were a confession, but I missed being fast.  Part of me was worried that I was losing my kick, that I had somehow started to decline prematurely.  So as I logged each mile at a 7:25 pace, my Flying Pig PR at my heels, I felt validated and comforted.

At mile 10, with the hills (mostly) behind us, the course revisited the delightfully flat speedway.  As I did everything possible to avoid breaking down, a bright red biplane descended overhead.  It was a fun distraction from the sound of feet hitting pavement and labored breathing.  I realized then that despite the effort, I didn’t feel like I was suffering.  Usually towards the end of a marathon, even if I’m going at a good pace, all sorts of demons start to haunt me.  I feel regret at having signed up, fear of a laughable time, disappointment at my training.  I always exorcise them by crossing the finish line, but that doesn’t mean they don’t pay me a visit.  But here, at the half marathon distance, I wasn’t feeling anything heavy on my shoulders.  This was definitely my distance, the one where I can feel challenged and rewarded without the march into madness.

Holiday Half Medal & Bib

By the time I regained focus, it was mile 12 and the course was headed back towards the expo and finish line.  I kept on glancing at my watch, very confident that a new record was in the making.  My legs were aching and keeping the pace had me gnashing my teeth, but it was going to happen: this afterthought of a race was going to be my new record.  I was running at least a minute faster than my PR and I was beaming with confidence about this until I got to mile 13.

The last 0.1-mile stretch looked much too far.  Dammit, I thought.  They measured the course poorly and it’s going to cost me a PR.  My comfortable lead was about to be reduced to mere seconds.  My legs were wrecked and I couldn’t find any extra energy reserves to speed them up.  So I did what any desperate runner does: I turned to my arms, swinging them wildly in hopes that they’d bring my legs up as if on puppet strings.  I saw Dan Head on one side of the finishing chute as I pushed forward under the finishing banner, the clock counting down the seconds, my margin of victory vanishing quickly, the possibility of coming painfully close becoming real …

But my final push was enough.  I finished in 1:37:18, earning my fastest time at the half marathon distance by only six seconds.  I would find out later that the final 0.1-mile stretch was long because it had to make up for the rest of the course being a bit short.  But hey, a PR is a PR, no matter by how much.  With a new benchmark proudly in the books and a fun snowflake medal to wear, I joined Mr. Head and his friend Jacqui for lunch at Full of Life, a delicious sandwich place in Claremont.  It was a great end to both a 33-hour weekend in LA and the 2011 racing circuit.  It seems that I PR in every race I run in California (3 for 3 so far) and with that track record, it’s inevitable that I’ll return.  Next time though, it might be a date with the full 26.2-mile beast and its horde of demons.  Time will tell if I’m up for the challenge …