Sunday, September 14, 2014

September 6, 2012 - Lums Pond Half Triathlon


I was not sure how to start this story.  I always do a race recap, but this one was different from any other race.  I started thinking about this race a week out.  I was nervous about the ride.  I really concentrated on the cycling for this event because it is my weakest event.  I got to a point last week that I was worried I let up too much on the run.  I thought the run was my best event so I let up on this training.  The swim was just something I maintained.  I am not a fast swimmer but I had enough to get through and that was my goal.
I followed a normal week of marathon fueling and resting.  A little bit of each event at a fast pace to keep everything moving.  By Friday I was a mess.  I was second guessing my training?  I should have done more bricks…  All the typical questioning pre-race.  So Friday I leave work at noon and head to Lums Pond Delaware for packet pick up and first timers meeting.  Then to my parents place for a relaxing night.

4 AM came soon and I was up and ready to go.  I had my usual oatmeal and green tea for breakfast.  The race event provided number tattoos to but on the arm and leg.  I was tired and actually put on the arm tattoo upside down… daaaa!  So I removed that with Vaseline on the way to the race. 
I got there around 6 just as it was getting light out.  I still needed to use my headlamp for setup.  I got everything ready in the transition area and was ready for the start of the race.  The nerves got the best of me.  I went in the water for a little swim and to get used to the water.  It was like bath water.  It was 79 degrees and no wet suits were allowed.

I started too far up front and had fun in the pack of fast swimmers until they all passed me.  Bumping into others and hitting one another was fun and not something I had experienced in my other triathlons.  I settled into my own pace after about 10 minutes.  There was a long stretch on the back side of the swim.  It was at this point that I got chicked.  That’s right the females that started 5-10 minutes after me were now passing me ¾ of the way through my swim.  I could only assume that these would be the women’s leaders.

I was surprised to see my watch display 34 minutes when I exited the water.  My fastest pool swim for 1.2 miles was 40 minutes.  The adrenaline was working overtime.  I continued to carry this through the first loop of the bike.  I separated the bike course into 5 parts.  There were the 4 miles out and in to the park.  Then two 12 mile sections repeated twice.  This made the cycling portion very manageable.  As I started the loops I was passed by several riders.  And yes I was chicked again.
I started very aggressively in the cycling.  It was a little too fast so I had to slow down.  It was a mostly flat ride.  The first loop would be the fastest portion or the course.  It was completely flat except for one small incline over a bridge.  It was through the woods so there was no wind.  I entered the second loop of the ride and this had some small rolling hills, but not too bad. Then I hit the turnaround point and everything changed.  There was a strong head wind for the next 7 miles and that combined with the rolling hills made this section of the bike a little taxing.  As I finished this section I checked my time and noticed I was ahead of my 3:15 pace for the 56 miles. 

As I started the second lap, I knew this first loop would be my best opportunity to drop some time.  So I decided to push the pace.  My thoughts now started to change from finishing to finishing under 6 hours.  My original goal was to finish, then if possible, finish under 6 hours.  I knew now that this was a real possibility.  I pushed through the first loop of the course with ease and looked forward to finishing the final loop.  I hit the turnaround on the final loop and had about 12 miles to go.  Having the head wind along with the rolling hills started to take its toll.  A few more riders passed me.  I finally made the turn for the park and knew I had only 4 miles to go. A woman passed me and I dropped back the 3 bike lengths, but hung onto her for the remainder of the race.  When we entered the transition area I thanked her for pulling me through the end of the ride.

My thoughts were now on the run.  After last weekend’s bike and run I was worried how I would feel.  Did I leave enough to complete the run or would my legs be shot.  I was starting to feel the effects of the heat.  I was slightly nauseous and had to force myself to eat and drink.  Fortunately right outside the transition area was a drink station.  I chugged a sports drink and water and was off for the final leg. 

I was not into the run 1 mile and started to pass people walking.  I would continue to pass people on the entire run.  It was amazing to see so many people walking the run portion.  It was a brutal day for a run.  The course was a trail through the park and on the edge of farm fields.  It was partly shaded but not nearly enough.  Mostly dirt with some gravel sections.  The shaded sections were nice but it was oppressively hot.  I was not feeling well.  I started to feel more nauseous and was getting chills.  I knew what this meant and had to force myself to drink at every water stop.  I would take 2-3 drinks at every stop.  One stop had ice in the water.  So after I drank I poured the ice in my hat.  The ice actually hurt my skull it was so cold, but what a relief.  I continued to pour water on my head at the next several stations.  It was a shock to the system dumping that ice cold water on my head, but helped keep my core temperature down and the chills soon went away.  I was glad the hydration worked because I knew where I was headed. 
Around mile 11 I stopped at the water station.  This time I could not start running.  I started to walk.  Then some guy passed me and said I was a great pacer and to keep going.  He indicated he liked me pacing him.  I passed him in the first mile and he stuck with me the entire distance.  I could see him pulling away as I walked.  I looked at my watch and saw how close I was to breaking 6 hours, so I started to jog.  Soon I was caught up to the guy that had followed me the past 10 miles.  The last 2 miles were in the open and the sun was beating everyone to a pulp.  I dug deep and passed him.  I continued to run and was soon at mile 12.  This would be the longest mile I had ever run.  I fact it wasn’t until after the race that someone pointed out the 12 mile marker was off by a half mile.  No wonder the last mile felt so long.  IT WAS!!!  I passed several other people along the way included the pacers wife.

I met up with the pacer guy and his wife shortly after we finished.  She complemented me on finishing strong.  In reality I just wanted to be finished with the run so I gave it everything I had left, which wasn’t much.  My motivation was purely to be done.  It stopped being fun the last 2 miles being baked by the sun and running on fumes.  Other than that it was an overall fun day and great experience.  I cooled down in the pond even though there was not a swimming area.  I figured what the heck, I was hot tired and they could jet tell me to get out.  The 80 degree water was more like bath water, but it was nice to cool down a little.

Then I checked the TV screens to see my results and that’s when I realized I placed in my age group.  Not a big race, but I was pleased to have placed in my age group.  It was the first time I ever placed in any race.  Second out of 11 in my age group and 34th overall out of 125.  It was a big win for me all around.  I am hooked on the triathlon.  I need to do another half before I jump to a full.  I will need to do a lot more training for a full, but someday I’ll get there.

34:44 Swim   3:52 T1   3:07:34 Bike    3:18 T2    2:04:06 Run   --  5:53:35 Tota

The Swim time for me was great. And the Big was better than ever, 17.9 MPH average.  The run just sucked.  89F at 1:30 when I finished the race.  Was a big win for me personally and I am on my way to a Full Triatahlon.

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Boston April 21, 2014


Boston April 21, 2014
Hard to believe this is my second Boston marathon and my 10th marathon since 2009.  It is a dream realized only with the help and support of the WRFB.  Looking back to 2012 DVT four weeks before Boston was a blessing in disguise.  If I had run Boston in 2012 I most likely would not have run in 2013 or 2014.  So here I am at Boston with 6 other WRFB members.  I was more nervous than usual.  Even Josh commented before the race that I was more quiet than usual.  Just worried about the training and was it enough.
I was glad to have run in 2013 and to experience the race before the increased security.  My wife was able to enter runner’s village in 2013.  Not so this year.  Only runners with bibs were allowed in.  The security was amazing.  Local and State Police, FBI, Homeland security, Army, National Guard and dogs.  The security presences was known.  My children were searched several times throughout the day.  Once at the start area and again at the finish area.  I had them carry post run gear to the finish line and used the clear runner’s bag, but this still had to be searched and tagged as inspected.
10 of us gathered at 4 Hazel drive in Hopkinton.  We took a group picture and wished the first wave of runners good luck and they departed 4 Hazel drive for the runner’s village. We did likewise 20 minutes later.  We timed the connection perfect.  We arrived at runner’s village just as our wave was making its way to the corrals.  Stopped one last time at the porto-pots and off to corral 5.  The gun went off 10:25 and we were on our way.

I wasn't sure of my pacing so I decided to try 8 min/mile which would put me at 3:30 finish time.  This would be a Boston qualifier. Last year I went out too fast for the first 6 miles.  Even the best intentions could not keep me at 8 min per mile.  It felt like everyone was passing me, but I tried to stick to my pace.  I still could not keep it at pace so the 7:50 pace was feeling good and I continued at this pace.  I just wanted to enjoy the day.

The sights and sounds keep you motivated mile after mile.  At mile 1 was a band of 6 playing sort of country/folk style music.  At mile 2 was a group of bikers in leather drinking beer and grilling meat.  At mile 4.5 the crowds were sparse and it was a wooded area.  Runners were doing their part to water the trees.  I even saw a woman hop behind a skid of rocks at a garden center and drop trow.   The next few miles just rolled by listening to the crowd scream runner’s names.  It is amazing some of the outfit’s people wear.  I saw wonder woman, Tinkerbelle, shirtless man, Easter bunny, and a man in kilt.  I did not ask what he had on underneath.

Around mile 6 we were out of the woods and I could feel the heat of the sun and the heat radiating off the road.  I knew it was going to warm up.  Around mile 10 I checked my pace and still running 7:50 and it felt good, so I decided to continue at this pace.  It was here that I got chicked, but not just any chick as they had passed me all day long.  This woman had on the back of her shirt "Mom of 7."  Made me feel like a big Wussy.  In fact I could hear Brian shouting Wussy. I passed several more bands playing, people drinking beer yelling out "hey beer man" "got your beer here"  "there's beer at the finish."  These are always good to keep me motivated.  Shortly after mile 12 I arrived at Wellesley and it does not disappoint.  My family was meeting me here on the left side of the road.  This year they were at the pre-determined meeting point.  In fact, they were there early enough that they snapped photos of the elites.  I cannot wait to see the pictures.  I stopped and hugged them and continued on my way.  The next potential meeting would be at the base of Heartbreak Hill.  The next several miles went by quickly.  My family really gave me a boost.  I was still maintaining my 7:50 pace as I came to mile 16 and started the Newton hills.  I rolled through the first 2 hills in the Newtown’s and felt great.  The last hill before Heartbreak Hill I started to slow a little.  Heartbreak hill would take its toll.  I started to feel my legs tiring as I crested the hill and arrived at mile 21.  The next 5 miles would prove to be challenging.  The first 20 are always easy, it is the last 10k that prove challenging.  I would use the crowd for support.  When I needed a pick me up, I would run closer to the side of the road to get the usual beer comments.

I was still holding pace and then at mile 22 my first hamstring cramp occurred.  I kept moving for another mile but could feel my pace slipping.  I grabbed my left hammy in pain and a woman passed me and said “you got this.”  The explicatives I thought were not very nice, but I kept my filter on and thanked her.   Through miles 23 and 24 I would stop 3 times to stretch my hamstrings in order to keep running.  I did not want to walk across the finish line.  The stretching helped and I would get moving again.  At last I reached the Citgo sign at mile 25.  I was determined not to stop again and that determination kept me running, however slow it may have been.  I rounded the corner on to Boylston Street and enjoyed the sight of the finish line.  I was screaming with the spectators and pumping my fists in the air.  Several times I screamed Boston and the crowd would start cheering louder.  It was a great feeling.
I finished my second Boston.  Something I never thought I would do and now I have 2 under my belt.  I am motivated now to get back to Boston in the future.  I felt tired and stopped a few times to stretch as I walked through the finish area.  Every time I stopped someone would ask me if I was okay.  I thought "no", but answered I would be okay.  I did not want a ride to the medical tent.  I stretched and tried to catch my breath.  I had some problems breathing and got light headed.  But it soon passed.  Now if I could get these legs to work, but that is the marathon.
I found Carol, John's sister and husband and Ryan's dad.  The ladies gave me the updates and times on all of the finishers.  We chatted a little then I wandered through the finish chute, drinking every chance I could get.  This year the finish chute went straight down Boylston Street and ended at the park.  It stopped right at Bob's tree where my family was waiting.  They helped me sit down and remove my shoes. 
They also helped me put on my sandals and had to help me stand.  The cramps in the hamstrings subsided but the muscle in the front top side of the thigh started to cramp.  It took some time for these to subside.  Fortunately the car was only 4 blocks away.  I hobbled to the car and we headed home. We stopped for food and ran into Bob.  We departed and I took my turn driving for the first 4 hours.  We stopped for gas and my wife took over.  We stopped in Wilkes-Barre to drop off my children.  My wife would take the hard part for the final leg home.  I made the mistake of going to work on Tuesday and officiating 2 soccer games that evening.  The quads are sore, but I am hoping to run Thursday, however painful and slow it may be.
A big thanks to the WRFB for all their support and help. I would not be the runner I am without you.  Now I need someone to teach me how to bike so I can tackle the Diamondman half Ironman September 6th in Delaware.
Another big thanks to all my family and friends for your support and taking an interest in my running.  It means a lot to me that you recognized my efforts and show interest in my somewhat obsessive activity. 

x After Easter church service

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Entering Hopkinton - the starting point for Boston

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Dick and Rick Hoyt Statue.
Runners before the start 7 are WRFB membersx


Bib 13681  Smith, David P  50  M  Glen Rock  PA  USA       
5k 0:24:23
10k 0:48:33
15k 1:12:59
20k 1:37:42
Half  1:43:06
25k 2:02:23
30k 2:27:43
35k 2:54:07
40k 3:22:08 

Finish:
Pace 0:08:11
Proj. Time 3:34:13
Offl. Time 3:34:13
Overall 10598
Gender 7879
Division  983
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Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Bob Breighner Boston 2014



2014 Boston Marathon recap by Bob Breighner

Sorry, this is obviously a special year on so many levels, so the recap is longer than usual.

We (Josh, Keenan, and I) left for Boston Saturday late morning and stopped at Wally’s Deli in Allentown.  From there went on to University of Hartford to see if we could get some shirts.  The bookstore closed 10 minutes before we got there, but had a nice walk around campus and Josh seemed content with his decision for where he was going to college.  We then continued on to our hotel in Westborough, MA.  After we found the hotel, we got dinner and then decided to drive into downtown Boston.  We went to Mike’s Pastries in the North End.  It was very crowded and later found out that a lot of people will buy pastries for Easter Sunday.  We returned to the hotel and got a good night’s sleep. 

Sunday we met up with the Smiths and Katoras planning to go to a nearby Lutheran church.  We missed a turn and ended up finding a Catholic church.  The priest was the chancellor at Boston College and the service lasted just 30 minutes.  Dylan Smith made the comment that the worship service was a PR.  It brought back memories for me of 7am services at St. Aloysius in Littlestown.  After church, we went back to the hotel and then headed to Hopkinton.

We first went to the Runners Village by the School to look around.  The one noticeable new item was a “Tactical Operations Vehicle” with rotating cameras.  Security was going to be a lot different this year.  After some nice photos, we headed to the starting line.  It was nice to walk around the commons and see the Hoyts statue.  One interesting item was a black SUV with a NYP (New York Police) license plate.  Apparently there was going to be a lot of security and assistance was coming from everywhere. At one point, Jul was texting with Josh and Josh texted her that Dad is crying over everything.  So many wonderful memories of the marathon and the places and grateful to have Josh along to share the experience.

Next up was to map out how our spectators were going to get from our host house (Hasbrouks, 4 Hazel Rd) to some viewing locations.  John Katora had mapped out an exit from Hopkinton that avoided the roads that would be closed on Monday.  I had Josh drive and Keenan take notes so they would know what to do the next day.  We got to Wellseley easily and marked a spot for them to be.  We then stopped at a Subway on our way to Newton, Boston College, and Heartbreak Hill.  We found everything easily and they decided they would park in the neighborhood and walk up to Heartbreak Hill during the marathon.  We then got to the finish area and parked at the Prudential building for the Expo.  

The runners picked up our bib numbers and shirts and I broke down and bought a jacket.  As always, there was a lot of free food and everyone seemed to have a good time.  Notably, Dave Smith and John Katora got to see Dick and Rick Hoyt and get a picture with them.  I got a picture with Rick Hoyt as Dick had to leave for a little bit before I got there. 

We then walked down to the finish line and down Boyleston Street to the Commons to indicate our meeting spot at “Bob’s Tree”.  Funny, never noticed the tree was actually tagged indicating it was an Elm tree.  We then headed back to our cars so we could drive to the North End for another cannoli from Mike’s pastries.  Not bad eating dessert before dinner. We then headed back to the hotel and then had dinner with the Smiths at Pizzeria Uno.  Very relaxing dinner to end the day.

I had a relatively good night’s sleep again only waking up once and getting back to sleep easily.  Patriots Day was here and it was time to get to Hopkinton before the streets closed.  We get off of the exit at 6:40am, which normally would have been plenty of time.  Woops, the cars were backed up and started getting worried about the road closure.  It seemed like every police car had a German Shepherd in it.  There were National Guard members walking around and FBI.  The police car coming to close the road literally stopped traffic right behind us, but we weren’t clear yet.  Next intersection looked like it was closed.  A quick call to Tom Berridge and he got Andrea to route us around the back way in.  Got within a block of the turn and a local police stopped us asking where we were going.  I indicated to see family and gave the address.  He instructed us to turn around and go another way, which worked without any issue, except for the 2 armored trucks and hazmat trucks parked in the neighborhood on the way in.  Yes, security was definitely different this year. Finally, we get to our host house about 7:30am.  As always, it was very nice to meet up with friends and relax before the marathon.  We had 9 runners there this year and got our customary picture before sending off the wave 1 runners and then I was in with the wave 2 runners and we would be leaving in about 15 minutes.  One main difference for us this year was having us go to the Runners village to load into the corrals instead of going to the Start line from their house.  Said my good byes and headed to the Runners Village.  The police and National Guard were checking for our bibs and then had us go through security screening (just wanded us).  We then started the walk down Grove Street to the corrals.  Dave Tushingham and I were going to run together shooting for a 3:09 pacing at 7:15’s.  The problem was the original forecast of starting temps in the 40’s turned into a starting temp of 58 and a finishing temp of 70.  Too warm to hold 7:15’s on that course…

Dave and I get to our corrals and have about 10 minutes until the start and then the reality hit, the starter/announcer let us know the current temp was 58 degrees.  Dave and I shared the same concern about the heat.  The start was same as normal with everyone running in a mass with very little room to run and everyone just enjoying the day.  As always about a mile in, we hear the theme from Rocky playing at a house on the right side (always the same every year).  Then something new, I saw a little boy (maybe 5 or 6 years old) holding a handmade poster simply stating, “Take back the finish line.”  Now that is motivating.  Then up ahead about mile 3 on the left is the biker bar in full party like they do every year.  A large crowd is outside drinking, partying, playing music, and grilling burgers and dogs.  Again, this is the same very year.  Then little else unusual until about mile 8 as we ran together and then realized I was working too hard, so backed off to 7:30’s.  Could still see Dave ahead of me until about mile 11.   Then came Wellseley College and the loud roar from the cheering female students on the right side.  I ran on the left side, as I always do because of the noise, and the fact that I was planning to see Josh at mile 12.  Perfect, just like we planned, he was there and I was so glad to be able to stop, give him a hug, and then move on.  The one unforeseen negative was that it charged me up and I was back running 7:15’s for a couple miles.  Woops, got carried away and could feel the toll on the body.  Starting to approach the Newton hills that start at mile 16 and knew I had to back down to the 7:30’s.  The next 5 miles were covering the four hills concluding with Heartbreak Hill.  About mile 18, I ran into Dave again and told him to settle in and keep going.  It was nice that we were running together when we saw his wife, Denise and two of their children.  The Newton Hills are clearly one of the reasons that Boston is tough, the accumulation of hills (up and down).  Once again, I was glad to see Josh at the midway point of Heartbreak Hill.  Thankfully, Keenan saw me and yelled for me.  I was so grateful to see them.  After a stop and another hug, Josh tells me, “Now go get up that hill.”  Cried, tears of joy, the rest of the way up the hill.  And, as customary, let out a yell when I crested the hill.  Now it was just a matter of continuing to run no matter how slow and avoid leg cramps to the finish. Well, I knew I had slowed, but also knew that if I just avoided walking, I could have a good qualifying time for next year.  Another memorable moment was about mile 22 and saw a woman holding a sign that said, “When you think about quitting, think about why you started.” I said, “Amen”, as I ran by.  So TRUE and so motivating.  I then kept slapping spectators hands to motivate myself and that led to my first problem.  About mile 24, I wasn’t paying attention and a participant was walking in front of me that I didn’t see until the last minute.  I had to side step him and that was enough to send my calf into a spasm cramp and had to stop and rub it out.  Slowly started to walk and then jog. The wonderful thing is hearing the spectators during this process.  At first it is the gasp, then the clapping, then the loud cheering as you start jogging again.  Well, then about every quarter mile the leg cramps would hit.  Stop, rub it out, then start back up.  So, many things to recall from the run that it is hard to write it all down sequentially.  I forgot about the wonderful atmosphere around Boston College and Boston University between miles 20 and 24.  Well, as I progressed near the end, I kept thinking just let me see that Citgo sign (mile 25) and then I know it won’t be long.  Finally, I can see it and just keep plugging away.  Another new observation was that there were some points along Beacon street where in years past the spectators were right along the road, but this year they were back further at points and there were police and National Guard troops.  Not bad, just noticeable.  Well, getting near the end, turn right off Beacon, go one block and then left on Boyleston.  My plan was to slap hands down the left side, but was cramping too bad to get over there.  The worst feeling was cramping with literally 100 yards to go and so worried about getting my qualifying time.  I got across with 10 seconds to spare.  Good news, bad news – good news is I technically re-qualified, bad news is it was only by 10 seconds and the past couple years you need to be 2 or 3 minutes under.  Oh well, I will worry about that another day.  As I start walking through the finishing area, my legs keep cramping up.  The medical volunteers keep asking me if I am okay and are so helpful.  I know I am okay, so smile and thank them for what they are doing.  I am always amazed at the number of people who volunteer for this event.  They are all so selfless and wonderful.  Start the 4 block walk down Boyleston.  First stop is getting the medal for the accomplishment.  The volunteer who put the medal around my neck was so nice and congratulatory, I felt Iike I won the race.  It was amazing to listen to the volunteers take the time to talk with the runners and embrace the human experience.  Truly special.  The next stop was the “potato warmer”, a heat wrap with Velcro and a hood.  I was actually too warm at times.  Ok, now I am hungry!  Next stop was the food bag and protein recovery drinks.  AWESOME!  Up next another special moment.  They use to make the finishers exit a block out of the way.  This year, we were allowed to exit off Boyleston and right onto Boston Commons.  In the last 100 yards, I heard Denise Tushingham yell to me.  She said Dave finished less than 10 minutes after me.  I then encountered a Boston native in a distinctive New Englander accent, “Great job, you took back the finish line.”  In hindsight, I was probably looking somber and aloof, but now glad he was sharing what all of Boston was feeling.  Amen.  Finally, I get to Boston Commons and see Josh standing at “Bob’s Tree”.  The tears are flowing and love having family here to share in this moment.  We get our normal picture with the skyline in the background and then start the walk to the car and the long ride home.  Great stories, great memories, another great Patriots’ Day.  Hope to get back next year.      
 
Boston Recap by Robert Breighner

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Marine Corps Marathon 10-27-2013





This was my 9th marathon and my 2nd Marine Corps Marathon.  I had strained my hamstring 5 weeks prior and my training was impacted.  I originally was training for a PR, but I changed my goal to finish with John Katora and his son Adam.  It was a weekend of many first.  Friday night I enjoyed a few beers with friends, something I typically do not do.  Saturday I stood in line for an hour to get my bib and did more walking than normal.  Saturday night I ate out with John, his family and friends.  I have a pre-race meal that I had always made myself, pasta and marinara sauce.  We ate at Filomina's in Georgetown.  We had great pasta dishes and some included sea food.  This was followed by and aperitif of anesone.  This settled my stomach after over indulging on the delicious food.

The morning of the race was perfect, low 40's.  My friend mike drove me to the metro for my trip to the pentagon.  The mile walk from the metro to runner’s village was beneficial and I found porto pot heaven.  I met up with John, Adam, his brother and sister in-law, Jeff and Terry.  We headed to the start area and stopped one more time at Don's Johns.  Skydivers drifted through the air with large USA flags and the national anthem was played.  We headed to the start line and said good luck to Jeff and Terry.  As we moved through 30,000 runners to the 3:40 corral we ran in to Mike Ravegum.  We had a runner take our picture and said our farewells.

The howitzer sounded and we were off.  The roadways seemed much more crowded than when I ran in 2009.  Our pace the first few miles was not more than 9min due to crowded conditions.  The next few miles we were able to pick up the pace.  Then we ran into a bottleneck through Georgetown.  This new part of the route was through a nice wooded area.  As we rounded the corner and were headed back toward Georgetown we had a new first.  A woman running toward us on the opposite side of the road got too far into the middle of the road and tripped over a cone and landed in front of us almost knocking us down as we tried to catch her.  We helped her up and asked if she was okay and off she went.

Next we took a stop and Don's Johns.  This was another first.  I have never stopped during a race for a bathroom, but when in Rome.  Back through Georgetown and into the golf course, we now had 10 miles down.  We maintained a steady pace through the half way mark, rounded the point and headed toward the mall area.  The crowds were nicely thinned and Adam began to push pace around mile 15.  We pushed 7:30 pace for the next 3 miles when I stated I would not be able to keep this pace. 

As we hit mile 20 we started across the bridge toward Crystal city.  It was on the bridge a sharp pain shot into the medial part of my right knee.  I never experienced this before and it caused me to stop, stretch and walk.  John and Adam continued but stopped when they realized I was not with them.  I slowly returned to a jog and we continued to Crystal City.  As we entered we saw my wife and her friend Jodi.  They cheered us on and this was just the boost I needed. 

We continued through the loop through Crystal City and made the turn to head back out and toward the finish.  It was at this point just past mile 23 that a sharp pain shot into my right knee again and this time there was no walking.  I could barely stand.  John could tell I was in pain and asked if I wanted medical help.  This was the first time I had ever thought of a DNF and for a few seconds seriously considered this an option.  There was a marathon helper there and she was ready to call for assistance.  I indicated I would crawl across the finish line before a DNF, but I did not want to jeopardize Boston 2014.  I told John and Adam to continue on and I would try to finish by walking.

As luck would have I approached a group handing out beer.  They saw my shirt and offered me a beer and I took it and gulped it down. Another first  Hobbled a few more minutes and came across another group offering beer and gulped that down.  I don't have any idea how long I walked.  At this point there were quite a few walkers and spectators offering encouraging words.  I never felt so frustrated and alone during a marathon.  Like a gift from heaven I passed a group of girls cheering me on and encouraging me.  I decided to try a jog.  As I began they cheered louder and offered words of encouragement.  It was quit exhilarating to have complete strangers be so compassionate.  I was now jogging without pain.  A true miracle.

I began to push the pace thinking I would never catch John and Adam.  I was at an 8 min pace and did not want to press my luck.  Things felt good and I would hopefully finish running.  I was looking for Sharon and Jodi.  I exited Crystal City and onto the desolate stretch of highway around mile 24-25.  I had expressed to Sharon and Jodi that this was the worst part of the course because of the fatigue and lack of spectators.  I was plodding along and heard someone cheering for beer man.  I looked up and 20 yards in front of me were John and Adam with Sharon and Jodi cheering them on.  Now John had no idea I was back there and then heard Sharon and Jodi Cheering me on.  They were as surprised as I was to be reunited.  It was only due to Johns need to stop while we were separated that I was able to catch them.  Sharon and Jodi had no idea of the events that unfolded and were only wondering why I was separated from them by such a distance and on the other side of the road.

We reached mile 25 and were on the home stretch.  John and I were exhausted from the marathon, while Adam trod pleasantly along.  Adam could have dropped us at any point, but decided to remain with his Dad.  What a great father son bonding experience.  I was happy to be a part of it.  We continued to persevere and push onward to the finish line.  Up that last hill to the finish and we crossed 3 abreast.  I accomplished my goal for this marathon.  I recovered from an injury and lost training time and was able to keep pace with John and his son.  My goal:  to complete a marathon from start to finish with friends.  Try it some time for something different.  I don't feel as beat up as a PR and the fun far outweighed any PR.  It was my 9th marathon, but a marathon of many firsts.  I could not have asked for better weather, friends or a more awesome experience.  The marathon does not disappoint if you have the right attitude and great support on the course and behind the scenes.  Thanks again WRFB for all your support and well wishes.


My Race Stats

18467 - DAVID SMITH - GLEN ROCK, PA - Male / 49
Division: 247 of 1,711
Gender: 2254 of 13,522
Overall: 2878 of 23,513
Finish Time: 3:45:23
Location,Net Time,Clock Time,Pace,Pace Between,Time of Day
5K 28:13  30:32  9:04 /mi  8:30:36 
10K 53:30  55:48  8:36 /mi 8:08 /mi 8:55:53 
15K Predicted 1:20:14  Predicted 1:23:42    ETA 9:23:47 
20K 1:46:11  1:48:29  8:32 /mi 8:28 /mi 9:48:34 
Half 1:51:37  1:53:56  8:30 /mi 7:58 /mi 9:54:00 
25K 2:10:58  2:13:16  8:25 /mi 7:58 /mi 10:13:21 
30K 2:34:34  2:36:53  8:17 /mi 7:35 /mi 10:36:57 
35K 3:00:52  3:03:11  8:18 /mi 8:27 /mi 11:03:15 
40K 3:33:08  3:35:27  8:34 /mi 10:23 /mi 11:35:31 
Finish 3:45:23  3:47:42  8:35 /mi 8:59 /mi 11:47:47 

Sunday, August 25, 2013

First Olympic Triathlon


August 25, 2013
My First Olympic Triathlon
Triamx Pinchot Olympic Triathlon
By David Smith

After every event I race I always tell a story afterwards. This story brings me down memory lane. I tried to run for many years. I would always start off with good intentions January 1, but only last 1-3 months. In October of 2008 I started running with a group that called themselves the WRFB, Will Run For Beer. Little did I know what I was getting myself in for. When I started with them my longest run was 8 1/2 miles and it took me 1 1/2 hours. Not a stellar pace by any means. My runs were 5 miles at 9:20 per mile pace. Now meet the WRFB. They all encouraged me and would run slowly with me. Each would take a turn with the new guy. After 6 months I broke the 8 minute per mile pace.

My progress did not end there. Today I can run with them at sub 7:30 pace. I have completed 3 half marathons. I completed 8 marathons, 4 with Boston qualifying times, and I have run a Boston marathon. I have run a sprint triathlon, and an ultra marathon (40 miles). I will run my 9th marathon this October, marking my 5 years with the WRFB. Not bad for a now 49 year old man. And todays story is about my first Olympic Triathlon.

I was uncertain if I had trained enough to complete an Olympic triathlon. Of course I always worry about my abilities. The day started well. Up at 5am, breakfast, pack, and off to the event. I had times in mind for each leg of the event and thought they were realistic. Not stellar, but I would be able to finish. My expectations of 3:20 would soon be shattered.

The open water swim was my first. I stayed to the back to stay out of the crowd. This was a good strategy. It is a strange feeling when your are swimming on top of people, but it is all part of the race. I was over anxious the first 1/10 of a mile and tried hard to control myself. I finally settled into a good pace and was not struggling to breath. I completed the first lap at the back of the pack, but that was okay, I was still swimming. The second lap I fell into my own and even passed a few swimmers. Of course some of the next wave began to pass me.

Finally out of the swim in 31 minutes. It was just what I expected. Transition to the bike went well. The first few miles on the bike were though until my legs came around. The course starts with a nice down hill, but quickly takes a turn up a step hill. I took Chris's advice and made the first of 3 loops an easier ride to get used to the course. After the first lap I knew what to expect and picked up the pace. After that second loop on the steep up, I knew I had only one more steep up. I started to pick up the pace. Part of the route reminded my of the beach ride I took with Doug and Bobby. It was flat and straight. I was cranking hard on that stretch.

The final part of loop 2 is where the injured biker was located. It must have just happened as no medical personal where on the scene. I said a small prayer for the injured rider and hoped it was not too serious. I guess an ambulance ride is never a good thing. I finished lap 2 and was on the home stretch. I had been passed by 2 other riders. We were going about the same pace. On the final leg I managed to pass the one rider, but was soon passed by the other rider. I maintained my distance and as we made a turn onto the long stretch, I made a move on the second rider before the hill and was able to hold them off.

As I approached the area of the injured rider I wondered if they closed the course. They did not, but we were instructed to proceed slowly. The injured rider was no longer on the scene and hopefully receiving good medical care. Once past the scene I had only a few miles and gave all I had. I cruised through the next few miles and made the final turn into Pinchot park and sprinted for home. I was very happy with my 1:36 time for 27 miles (16.9mph). Not to bad for a rookie. It was 12 minutes faster than I projected.

Now the two 3.1 mile loops for the run. The first mile was really tough. My legs would just not respond. After a mile they loosened up and I was able to pickup the pace. There was a small hill on the course that felt like a mountain. At the water stop I took a gel to give me a little boost. This was almost a really bad decision. Moments later I felt some GI distress. Not certain what to do I persevered and this distress subsided. I passed by Chris heading away from me and wondered how I could be so close to him, about 10 minutes behind. Now I know that he was delayed for 20 minutes.

After I completed the first lap I was feeling good and started to push pace. I was so lost in thought that I actually lost track of where I was at on the course. I kept positive thoughts and was waiting for the half way point on the loop. I was so focused I passed the water station, which I figured to be one mile, and started giving it every thing I had. I came out of the woods and could see the finish. I began to sprint, or at least it felt like a sprint. I was passing other runners the entire last lap and it was a super boost to my ego. I was gunning for the finish.

Not a great 10k time at 48 minutes (7:44/mile), but better than I anticipated by 2 minutes. As I approached the clock I could see I was under 3 hours. What an amazing feeling. My unoffical time is 2:59:35. I broke 3 hours in my first Olympic Triathlon. Chris and Dave where both there to cheer me on at the finish. I could not ask for a better experience. WRFB buds supporting you no matter what the outcome. Thanks WRFB!

As Chris and I talked about todays race, he was overly complementary. He said the half triathlon is next. I concurred that it was my next target. So WRFB your next mission, if you accept, you all need to get me ready for 70.3.

Dave Smith

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Boston Marathon 2013 - Complete Story


Boston Marathon 2013 (Complete Story)


I was never so happy after a marathon as I was after the Harrisburg marathon in 2010.  My time 3:30:44.  This got me in under the 3:30:59 Boston qualifying time by 15 second.  I was not sure of my official time as I crossed the finish line but I was sure it was a BQ time.  Screams of joy as they wheeled me to the medical tent.  I collapsed across the finish and could only remain vertical by the assistance of a volunteer.  I was rushed to the medical tent, laid on a cot and given fluids.  I normally like to keep moving after a marathon to work out the lactate.  The cramps were excruciating, but I kept repeating to anyone that would listen, “I qualified for Boston.”


The cramps and muscle twinges were bad enough to get a massage therapist to work on me.  After 5 cups of water, sports drink and broth I was taken to the back of the tent.  There the gave me an IV of 1.5 liters saline.  That did the trick.  The muscle spasms and twinges stopped.  I felt like a new man after that hour of treatment.  


Next up Bob Potts in the spring.  I would be able to run this marathon for fun and not worry about the time.  That thought was brief.  Due to the popularity of Boston and the quick sellout time this past September, the BAA changed the registration process.  The times would remain the same but the registration process would allow faster runners to register first.  The following year the times would all drop my 5 minutes and 59 seconds.  This would require me to run 3:25:00 to qualify.  No more resting on the next marathon.

The registration process next year before the time changes would allow runners that were 20 minutes or more faster than their qualifying to to register on day 1.  On day 3 those runners that were 10+ faster could register.  Day 5 would allow any runner with a timer 5 minutes faster to register.  If after all this the following week registration would open to all who qualified for the entire week.  At the end of the week they would look at the difference of you time and required qualifying time and take only the fastest.  This meant that those who met the qualifying time would not be allowed entry.  This is why I needed to run faster.

Bob Potts would now be a race.  I trained and targeted ad 3:25:00.  Race day came and I was on pace.  The temps began the rise and the humidity was high.  It was well in the 60’s by the time I finished and I missed my goal and only ran a 3:28:05.  At least this would give me close to a 2 minute buffer.  I only hope this was enough.  

Registration came in september 2011 and I registered the second week.  This was good.  At least it did not fill up the first week.  It was a long week.  The following week they announced the cut off times.  The cutoff was 1 minute 14 seconds faster for each age group and gender.  For my bracket that translated into a 3:28:46.  I was in by a whopping 41 seconds, but I was going to Boston.

For some reason I felt compelled to go faster.  I wanted to see If I could break 3:15:00.  My next Marathon would be NCR Trail marathon in late November 2011.  I was targeting a 3:20:00 and training was going well.  So well that I smoked that marathon with a 6th marathon with another PR with a 3:21:06.  Each of my first 6 marathons was a PR.  This new time should be good to go to Boston in 2013 if I desired.  I had no intentions of doing Boston in 2013 until a twist of fate occurred.  

March 12, 2012, approximately 5 weeks before the Boston Marathon I was diagnosed with 2 DVT’s (blood clots) in my left leg.  The dream was dented but not destroyed.  Don’t get me wrong I was extremely disappointed, but what could I do.  One week completely on bed rest injecting Lovenox.  Then on the Warfarin.  Week 2 I was allowed back to work.  Week 3 I was cleared to swim.  Week 4 I was cleared to bike.  After the fifth week I was cleared to run.  My doctor indicated I could go run part of Boston but not the entire race.  I think I’ll pass on that.  When I do Boston I will complete the entire course.

I healed and got back in shape, but I needed a different challenge.  I wanted to go longer so I trained for my first ultramarathon.  I was held locally.  It would be a 40 minute drive and I could train on the course.  So I trained for an ran my first ultra and completed it in September in 7 hours 9 minutes.  I was registered for the 2013 Boston with my NCR Trail marathon time of 3:21:06 and figured 4 minutes was going to get me in.  I don’t remember the exact cutoff, but I was in.

Since I had all this training I focused on the Harrisburg 2012 marathon to run for fun.  I needed to get the marathon bug back.  I was not planning on running to race, but just see what my existing training would allow me to do.  So a few weeks after my ultra I ran Harrisburg in 3:24:43.  Another BQ time.  This made 4 straight marathons with BQ times.  On to Boston 2013!  Hopefully this will be the year.

After a long winter of training I was ready for Boston.  It was really going to happen this year.  It was not going to be a normal pre marathon preparation.  I have a routine and fueling regimen I follow before each marathon.  Ten days prior to the marathon I went to Bethany Beach for the weekend with fellow WRFB friends.  We had a blast.  This included a 12 mile run up the highway to Rehoboth and Dogfish restaurant where we enjoyed good beer and food.

Sunday morning it was off to the airport to go to Vegas for work, attending MMS.  I had my runs planned and tried to get to bed early, but it was late most evenings.  Friday I flew home and was concerned my legs would be tired from sitting all day.  I did not think much about Boston all week.  I was too busy with work.  On the flight home It finally started to sink in that I would be running my first Boston Marathon.  I became a nervous wreck.  It was all I could think about.  Saturday before we drove to Boston I did a 5 mile run just to relax a little and burn off some energy and I wanted to see If my legs still worked.  They worked fine.

Arrived in Boston Saturday evening and stayed with a friends family (Tom Berridge).  Sunday morning we headed to the convention center to retrieve my bib.  It was amazing the number of people at the convention.  I walked with the crowd and picked up my packet and Sharon took my picture with me holding my bib.  It was official, I was going to run Boston.  I picked up my shirt then met John and Bob.  We toured the convention a little before heading off into the city.  We had our picture taken with Dick Hoyt and also saw Bill Rogers.  We headed toward the North Chapel following part of the route Paul Revere road.  We ended the tour at Mikes Bakery and all got cannolis.  

We left the bakery and got lucky enough to hail a cab that was a van and we headed back to convention center.  We enjoyed our cannoli and departed for the evening.  Back at Tom’s sistes house we hung out with his family.  They all treated my like royalty, it was amazing.  We enjoyed pasta for dinner and good conversation.  I turned in around 9:30 and slept pretty well considering how excited I was all day.  It was finally starting to calm down.

That evening Bob went to bed with a fever.  His son Josh had GI issues from a rare hamburger he ate.  John was icing his foot that had been sore for several weeks.  

WRFB email
Sit down and grab a beer.  This is a long story.   This was a bittersweet day, but I decided to regale you with another marathon tale as I have done with my previous 7 marathons.  I was apprehensive in sharing my joy, in light of the circumstances, but we must persevere and overcome the events of the day.  ***( move paragraph to top and explain why I embelished to include my entire first Boston experience)***

This was my first time to Boston.  It took me 4 marathons to qualify for Boston and then they changed the qualifying times and registration process.  I knew I would need faster times to get in.  I ran faster my next marathon and used that to qualify and get into the 2012 Boston Marathon.  4 weeks prior to the 2012 marathon I was diagnosed with 2 DVTs (blood clots) in my left leg.  Boston would not happen in 2012.  I continued to push my training and PR’d my next 2 marathons and registered for the 2013 Boston marathon and made it in.  I was almost 4 minutes under my qualifying time.  Today was redemption time.

April 15 2013.  It actually happened this year.  No injuries, blood clots, or any other ailments to keep from this years event.  I was a bundle of nerves 2 days prior to the race.  My wife was about to strangle me in my sleep.  The day finally arrived.

We awoke at 5am to head to Hopkiton, where Tom’s cousin lived.  I had a muffin and bannana before we left.

We arrived early in Hopkinton, so we walked to the start area.  It was an amazing site.  The crews were still setting up the corals, TV crews were setting up cameras, and vendors getting stands ready.  I even saw Dave McGillivray at the start line.  I was hard to believe that in a few hours the elite athletes would be standing just where I was standing.  Cars were still driving past the start are, as the roads were not yet closed.  In just a few hours I would stand here and traverse the same path as the elite runners of the world.

We were fortunate enough to spend time at the home of a friend, so we did not need to hang out in the runners village.  Before every marathon I watch the movie “Spirit of the Marathon.”  I did not get to watch last evening so I watched it as we waited for the race to start.  I fueled with my traditional oatmeal and gatorade as I watched Spirit of the marathon.  Start time was approaching so we headed to the start area.

We took some pictures and headed to our specified start corals.  I was wave 2, coral 1.  I did not realize that only one wave is processed at a time.  When the entire wave 1 was out on the course then then send in Wave 2.  Having ascertained this information ahead of time I perched myself at the gate for coral 1.  When  wave 1 was clear, I was lined up on the front row to the right.  I could see my family and they had an opportunity for some good pics.

You could feel the energy in the air.  I talked to the runners near me and the volunteers.  The announcer asked who was a first timer and I raised my hands and hooped and hollered.  There were TV crews filming it all.  The start crew moved out of the way and we advanced to the start line.  I felt like an elite toeing the line for a big race.  The gun fired and I sprinted 100 yards to remain in front so my wife or son could snap some good pics.  I never thought I would find them at the start.  This was a good thing because I would not see them until the end of the race.

My strategy was to start slow to warm up.  Then pick up the pace a little.  Then push after Heartbreak Hill.  Sounded like a good plan, too bad I could not execute.  On to plan B.  As I flew through the first 5k I realized it was too fast.  I was trying to hold back, but everyone was flying by me.  These runners were going at a sub 3:15 pace.  I tried to slow down for the next 5k and managed to slow a little but I needed to slow even more.  

The crowd support was amazing.  This combined with a downhill run was the reason for the fast pace.  The 5k point marked the Ashland area.  The 10k point entered Framingham.  Each town was densely populated with cheering fans.  Between towns there was still fan support,  just a little more thinned out.  There would never be any point along the course were there would not be someone cheering on the runners.

I finally got my pace under control, but realized I had expended more energy than I wanted to at this point in the race.  By 15k I was on the pace I wanted from the start.  The course was mostly flat with small rolling hills.  We approached Natick where we had a slight climb and a slight downhill.  The next stop would be Wellesley college.  These girls are loud and proud.  You can hear the roar before you can see them.  They all held signs like, “Kiss my I’m Texan” or “Kiss me I’m horny”.  I definitely slowed through this area.  I think I slapped ever outstretched hand and stopped to kiss 7 girls.  I had my WRFB shirt on so I hear  comments like “Kiss me beer man”  “Hey beer man I want a kiss”.  This definitely gets the heart  pumping on a 49 year old man.  This marked the halfway point of the marathon and I was way ahead of pace.  It was time to slow things down before the Newtons.

I have wore the WRFB shirt in every marathon I have completed.  It is never a disappointment.  “Hey beer man there is beer at the end.”  “Hey beer man I got a beer for you. “ “Go beer man.”  “Like your shirt beer man.”  “yeah beer man.”  These were many of the quotes I would hear many times throughout the day.  My favorite was “Hey beer man I’ll run with you any day.”

Just past the Wellesley girls I crossed the halfway point.  I was still way ahead of pace.  I slowed the pace as we cruised through mostly flat straight streets for the next 4 miles.   The crowd support was amazing as we passed through these small towns.  People had grills fired up and were eating, drinking and cheering the runners.  It was hard to absorb all that was happening around me.  Mile 15 saw a steep drop.  Everyone just let’r roll down the hill.  We now approached the first of four hills.  The first hill was short and not much of a challenge.  I cruised up the hill and passed several runners.  We leveled off and made the first 90 degree turn to the right.  We approached the second hill next.  This was a little steeper but shorter followed by a downhill run.  The third of the hills provided to be longer but not too steep.  there was a short level spot then it continued up.  I thought this hill was the most challenging.  Three hills down one to go, Heartbreak hill.  I was hoping to find family in this area so I slowed my pace and scanned the crowds the entire way up the hill.  I did not spot the them so I kept the pace slow on the down side scanning the sides of the road for family, but to no avail.

At some point in these  miles I passed Dick Hoyt.  What a truly amazing man.  If you have not heard of Team Hoyt or seen any of he or his sons videos, it is well worth a search on google.  This man inspires me to be a better father, husband, friend and human being.  I almost asked if he needed a hand but I knew the answer to that question.  It was quite cool to have met him at the expo center.  Bob, John and I got our picture take with him.  What an honor to meet such an outstanding human being.

We continued down for the next 3 miles.  It was somewhere around mile 22-23 that I realized this was soon going to end.  I did not want this to end.  This was a journey that was about to arrive at its destination.  I was starting to feel the beginnings of leg cramps as the course flattened out around mile 24.  I was not racing today so there was no need to sprint to the finish line.  I slowed the pace and just took in all the sights and sounds.  The crowd support was amazing.  The streets in Boston were overflowing with spectators.  “Beer at the end”, this WRFB shirt was amazing, it is very recognizable.

Several times on the course I heard people say they saw me on TV.  This happened again on the straight shot into Boston.  “Hey beer man I saw you on TV.”  I slowed and looked at him while I asked “Really.”  He responded that I was in fact on the TV.  It must have been the local TV stations set up at the start.  As the beer comments continued I continued to look people in the eye and give them a smile and thumbs up.  I could see the Citgo sign which is one mile from the Finish line.  I continued to enjoy the day as the final miles passed by.  I finally would accomplish my goal after a year delay.  I turned the last corner and could see the finish line roughly a half mile away.  I was slap hands, lifting my arms in the air and screaming with join.  The blue gates at the finish line approached and I had completed another leg of my running journey.  I was so excited I never stopped my watch and had no idea what my finish time was.  The runners were now moved through drink stations, wrapped in blankets, feed bananas and power bars and given a goody bag.  

That was it.  My first Boston and a wonderful experience.  I turned off on a side road and headed toward “Bobs Tree” to connect with my family.  My son and his buddy were there to greet me.  I was getting cold and really needed my warm gear.  My wife returned after finding a bathroom.  We talked and then headed out of town just before the incident occurred.  

The extreme joy I felt was quickly spoiled as we were leaving town and the police cruisers poured in by a dozen.  We did not know what was happening.  We lost contact with John Katora and quickly found out that there were explosions at the finish line.  John is okay after 15 long minutes of waiting for a response.

We were in the car when we heard the news.  The whole day had just taken a 180 degree turn.  My wife was actually in the area were the explosions occurred trying to find a bathroom, about 30 minutes before.  My sons friend was in college in Boston and stopped by the finish line to watch the race.  It was his first Boston marathon and he wanted to watch.  Thank God he was far enough away.  He made it out of the area and is safe and well.

It was a bittersweet day and and the emotions swung far and wide in both directions.  One second all is well and joyous the next you are trying to wrap your head around what has happened.  Great idea Rocco for making the donations a reality and so quickly.  Thanks to all the WRFB for your donations to this cause and thanks for all your support and well wishes.  I could not ask for a better group of friends.

I feel deeply saddened by the injuries and deaths of the innocent.  We were all family.  27,000 marathoners, thousands of volunteers, plus many family and friends.  I ran with hundreds of thousands of my closests friends and someone had the audacity to perpetrate such a heinous act.  It is hard to revel in the joy of the day with such a dark cloud shadowing todays event.  Persevere is what this marathon and family will do.  Not actions will deter this event or any other event.