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Chicago Marathon 2016: Goof Race Recap

Chicago Marathon 2016: Goof Race Recap

Leading up to the Chicago Marathon 2016

The Chicago Marathon provides an excellent course, plenty of support and, for me, a chance to visit home for a few days.  It was no different for me this time, with one small factor.  I was not nearly as trained for it as I should have been.

In my previous recap for Ironman Augusta 70.3, I detailed a very painful half-marathon run.  It left me deeply concerned running the Chicago Marathon.  The focus for the following two weeks was on recovery.  My runs were limited to the Zero-to-5k course I coach at Tampa General Hospital which came to a total of eight miles.

Meanwhile, I completed a thirty-minute session with the foam roller and dynamic stretching, coupled with at least one twenty-minute session with an Electronic Muscle Stimulation machine from Therapeutix.  I followed this routine almost every day.

Even with the focus on recovery, I still had issues with my calves and Achilles tendons in both legs. My concern for finishing the Chicago Marathon did not change as I stepped off the plane on Friday, October 7th.

Pre-Race

I visited with my parents in Bartlett, a suburb located about 20 miles west of downtown Chicago, on Friday.  Saturday, I utilized the local train system, Metra, for transportation into the loop where I checked into the Kimpton Allegro Hotel and made my way to meet up with friends before heading to the expo.

Pete, Kari, Maria, Danny and I had a bountiful breakfast at a local diner and proceeded to grab a couple of cabs to the McCormick Place Convention Center for the expo.

I am always amazed at the smooth flow that is set up for the Chicago Marathon.  I stepped up to a table where they scanned the QR code that was emailed to me.  All of my information promptly displayed on a monitor.  After verifying the info was correct, a booth number appeared and a volunteer directed me to that specific location.

Even though the area was mobbed by runners, loved ones, volunteers and staff, I was able to quickly make my way to the booth where the volunteer already had my packet waiting for me.  She verified my identity with my driver’s license and directed me to the main hall where I fought the crowd to the back. Within a couple of minutes, my gear bag and t-shirt were in my hands.

The Expo

Chicago Marathon

Bart Yasso with Coach Brad

With the requirement for check-in complete, I was free to wander around the expo.  The Chicago Marathon expo is always a highlight for me.  It is by far one of the biggest expos I attend with a plethora of vendors and products.

The nagging calf and Achilles tendon still had me worried. I risked breaking one of the number one rules for big races.  Never anything new on race day.

Hoka One One claims performance and high cushion without sacrificing proprioception.  As one of the first on the east coast to review Hoka One One a few years ago, I felt their technology may aid my finish the following day.

Other reviews led me to the Clayton.  The middle line of their cushioning but extremely light.  Slipping my foot into the shoe, and immediately the feeling the wider toe box and soft EVA foam positively indicated this approach was the right decision.

I palled around with my friends for a while, before I noticed the time. It was 1:00 PM, which meant the Ironman World Championships had already started.  I excused myself and headed to the hotel. I spent the rest of the afternoon, with my EMS machine and tablet watching the race in Kona.

Chicago Marathon

Later, I met up with Pete and the gang at Ryo Sushi.  Dinner was a great combination of carbs, good fats, protein and extra sodium hidden in a spicy tuna roll and beef udon.  After the hugs for luck and “good nights” it was a quick walk back to the hotel, a gear check followed by some light reading before entering dreamland.

Race Morning

The next morning, I awoke refreshed and ready to face the day.  Anxiety plagued my core as it usually does prior to a big race. However, this time it was heightened slightly with worry due to my lack of volume, and the tightness in my lower legs.

My consumption of oatmeal and a power bar settled the hunger pains, as I dressed in my T2PKD singlet, shorts, socks, new Hoka One One Claytons and my Moxie Multisport hat.  The temperature, estimated at 54 degrees, encouraged my purchase of a very inexpensive hoody and sweatpants which would keep me warm prior to the race.

All of the major marathons collect discarded clothes after the race and donate them to the homeless.  After I shedded mine, these clothes would have a good home.

With that, I headed to the lobby, where after grabbing a cup of coffee and a banana, I took the 20-minute walk to Grant Park and the “E” Corral.

Right around 7 am I entered my official Chicago Marathon corral.  After 30 minutes of chatting up some runners from the Ronald McDonald House Team, and an operatic version of our national anthem, the gun went off.  It took 14 minutes to reach the start line, and we all began our 26.2 mile journey.

The Strategy

With all my concerns, I did not start the race without a strategy.  Even though I kept hearing Coach Jon in my head telling me, that there was nothing to worry about, and that I had enough experience in my legs to finish the marathon, I still didn’t want to go in strictly by feel.

Using past data, temperature, results and a bit of feel, I put together a simple strategy of allowing my legs to do what they wanted in combination with brisk walking through the aid stations.  I told myself that no matter what I would walk every water stop from the first flag to the last flag and then run again.  Therefore, looking at the pace on my watch would not be positive.  I would check very infrequently the total time, but otherwise, I would use the clocks on the mile markers to figure out my timing.

This Chicago Marathon strategy also included a return to my “Happy Place”.  The past few months had been a draining journey of mixed paces, disappointments and workout failures that deprived me of everything I loved about running.  I needed a win, but more so I needed that peaceful euphoria that kept luring me back to this sport I loved.  That feeling of freedom that I continually coach in my students and clients.

In The Beginning

The first mile was a little faster than I intended, so I slowed down a bit for fear of hitting the wall way too early.  Passing my mile 3 I realized that even with walking twice I was running slightly faster than a 9-minute mile.  This revelation amazed me.  I truly anticipated more of a ten to an eleven-minute mile, being as I did not have the training volume. To be running so easily at this speed, was a confidence booster, to say the least.

Everything seemed to be rolling along just fine.  For the majority of the race, I was listening to a custom station on Slacker radio, calculating times, chatting with runners and just enjoying the familiar sights.

My times consistently were 9-minute miles, so I decided to modify my strategy to include just that.  The test would be what would my half marathon time be.  The voice inside me kept insisting I had at least a half marathon in me.  However, the test would be afterward.  In the meantime, I needed validation that I could sustain this strategy for at least half the race.

Halfway

At the 13-mile mark, my the clock read 2:08. Of course, I started 14 minutes behind the first wave, which

Chicago Marathon

meant that my time was actually 1:56.  I did it.  Sub two-hour half marathon and I still felt strong.

Assessing my body after that, I only noticed some slight tightening of my hip-flexors.  Everything else felt great.

As I passed mile 16, I was still amazed at how I felt.  I still stuck to the strategy and had not walked except for where planned.

My quads and calves started to tighten up a little more at the 18th-mile aid station.  I felt it more passing the last flag of the aid stations when I re-started running.  To be honest, I expected it earlier than that.

Sufferfest

The real pain hit at mile 21.  My quads screamed, my hamstrings ached and my calves were on fire.  I kept fueling with what was on the course, which luckily included some bananas.  The potassium seemed to relieve a little of the pain but not the tightness.

With 4 miles left to go, my inner dialogue argued with me from aid station to aid station. It expressed I needed to walk for a bit, however, the idea that I could run a sub-4, intrigued me, so I continued on.

At the 35k marker, I noticed my slow down to over a 9-minute mile.  I would have to go sub 8:30 to finish under four hours.  The uncomfortable tightness and pain in my lower extremities expressed that it was not realistic.  However, that argument did not include seeing how close I could come.

The 24-mile marker did include an extra 100 yards of walking before the need to complete this challenge took over.  My inner thoughts reminded me of the final miles of my completed Ironmans.  Everything hurt, but the desire to cross the finish line, triumphant, began overwriting the pain signals to my brain.

The Finish

Chicago MarathonI picked up the pace a bit at mile 25.  The pain was intensifying.  Luckily, so was the perseverance, and the reminders of all the times encouraging clients, to run through the pain.  That it isn’t about knocking down the obstacles of life.  It was about how many obstacles life could throw but to still keep moving forward.  The pain was just another obstacle.

I turned the corner and my legs turned over a little faster identifying the sign practically yelling at runners, “400M(meters)” to go.  All I could think is one, more time around the track and it’s over.

The 300m sign also brought the finish line into my view.  At that point, all the pain just went away.  It was over.  I crossed the finish line with my arms up in the air.  I did it and just slightly over four hours.  Final time: 4:04:17

Limping through the chaos of the Chicago Marathon finish, I realized that even including the worry and pain, this experience was amazing.  While the people, runners, and logistics were all wonderful, it was my internal struggle that made it great.

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Chicago Marathon

What breakthrough story do you have either in training or racing?
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NYC Marathon: Goof Recap

NYC Marathon: Goof Recap

If you didn’t have an opportunity to read the epic writing in the previous post, I discussed the reason “why” I ran the NYC Marathon, then I highly recommend that you do.  Not just because the writing was fantastic, but it is my hope that the recap will be more emotionally moving.

Delta carried us to New York City and back with no issues.  I was upgraded to the business class on my departing flight, and returned to Tampa in economy class.  Even with my average size, I felt extremely cramped in economy.  Scott and his six-foot-one-inch frame looked extremely uncomfortable.  It is obvious, that Delta increased their upgraded business class at the expense of the comfort of the economy class passengers.  My suggestion to anyone flying Delta to the NYC Marathon, just include the cost of the upgrade if the flight it over 3 hours.

The plans were made well in advance for room and board.  After each of us declared our opinions for a hotel of choice, one of our teammates found a condo in Chelsea that would accommodate all of us comfortably and provide a full kitchen to save a little money on meals.

Per an email from VRBO (Vacation Rentals By Owner) we were to pick up the keys at a local pizza restaurant located next door to the building housing the condo.

Team Tampa PKD arrived around 4 pm and the employees working that afternoon had absolutely no idea what we were talking about.  Of course, we called the management company and were basically told they did not receive the contract.  When we had the contract in hand we called the agency back but no one would answer our calls.

Here we were, in New York City, on marathon weekend, not to mention the third and fourth game of the World Series, homeless.

Teammate Kevin O’Brien to the rescue.  Kevin works for a landscape development company and happens to travel quite a bit, which was lucky for us.  With his Hilton Honors status we were able to procure two rooms at the Hilton Garden Inn located in Tribeca.  Thank you Kevin.

The rooms were updated, immaculate and comfortable.  Another, nice little value add of the Hilton Honors was the choice of extra points or free breakfast.  Kevin being the generous person he is, opted for the free breakfast for us which again helped save a little bit of money.  Again, Thank you Kevin.

With all of us now settled, we headed to the Javits Center to pick up our NYC Marathon packets.  The bibs numbered up to 72,999.  It still amazes me how easy it is to retrieve a bib, swag and t-shirt at the expo.  It runs like a well oiled machine.

NYC Marathon The Javits Center

The Javits Center

There is a booth for every few thousand bib numbers.  The athlete walks up to the booth that includes their bib number, shows ID and their registration card.  Then they receive their NYC Marathon bib and other instructions, verify their info and then walk towards the t-shirt area where on the way, they pick up a plastic swag bag that also serves as the gear bag for the race.  The official NYC Marathon t-shirt area is well-marked with a line for the different sizes and within a few minutes of walking into the expo, the athlete has bib, swag and t-shirt.

NYC Marathon The Expo

That isn’t the most exciting part of the  NYC Marathon expo.  There are vendors from all over the country whom give runners have the opportunity to try and buy the latest gear and gadgets.

One aspect of the expo I really enjoy, is the aura and feeling of the environment.  There is an excitement in the air of the larger expos that increases my heart rate a little and excites me to race.  It is probably one of my most favorite parts of any race weekend.

NYC Marathon Team Tampa PKD minus Karen

The following day we made another visit to the expo simply to walk around and make some purchases.  I found a couple of vendors that I had met at other races  and made some new contacts for product reviews.  Stay tuned.

I have loved New York City since the first moment I stepped into Manhattan years ago.  I have a lot of friends here, and I just really enjoy the pace and excitement of the city.

NYC Marathon NYC Times Square

There is always one place, that is mandatory to visit, at least once, every time I am in town.  John’s Pizza.  I couldn’t believe my ears, when Rich and Kevin decided not to partake.  It was their loss, so Scott and I headed over to John’s for lunch.  Carb loading, baby, I just love it.

I could write a full post on John’s, so I wont go into the heavenly scrumptiousness of their pizza here, but trust this self-proclaimed, pizza connoisseur, when I say the explosion of flavors that emanate from each bite, redefines the word delicious.

NYC Marathon Brad & Scott at John'sNYC Marathon Brad digging inNYC Marathon The Pie

Saturday night, we were scheduled to have dinner with the PKD Foundation and the other runners from different areas at Carmine’s.  Scott, Kevin, Karen and I were all pretty familiar with the city and had even known of Carmine’s as it is pretty well-known.

That night we entered the subway and got off at 42nd street in order to head over to 44th where Carmine’s was located, as we started up the stairs from the station, Scott mentions the address which made Kevin and I do a double take.  2400 W Broadway, which was Broadway and 90th street.  At the moment we were on 44th st which means we were 46 blocks away.  That was a few miles from where we were at that point.

Of course like men we decided that maybe the address was wrong and went up anyway.  As it turns out, it was correct.  There was a newer Carmine’s uptown and we were in the wrong place and already fashionably late.

It ended up working out for us again.  We caught the subway up to 86th and when we arrived, food was just being served.  How long could this luck hold, right?

The dinner was fantastic and we met a bunch of really amazing people who were just as passionate about running for PKD as we were.

NYC Marathon PKD Runners NYC Marathon Carmines Table

Like good little runners we went back to the hotel and retired for the night in anticipation for the NYC Marathon the next morning.

NYC Marathon The Night Before clothes layout

As I mentioned both in the last post and in my NYC Marathon recap from last year; the logistics for this race are not the most convenient.  It involves a ferry to Staten Island then a bus to security, a decent walk to the assigned village and finally another walk to the specific corral.

An announcement came out from the NYC Marathon staff, about two months prior to sign up for transportation to the start and of course we all missed and ended up getting assigned the 5:45am ferry to Staten Island.  Since three of us had already experienced the ferry and knew that there was no accountability, we decided to just take the 7am ferry instead, not only giving us a little more time in the morning, but also keeping us out of the chilly temps for a couple of hours.

The lesson I learned here was there are two choices, either go by the scheduled time and arrive with a lot of time to spare, sit around have some coffee and bagels while waiting for the start, or go a little later and hope to make it to the corral at the time of your scheduled start.

We took the latter ferry and ended up having to wait for two ferries to get over to the island and then when finally getting on the bus, the traffic was so heavy we ended up having to rush to the corrals in order to make the 9:40 start.  It was probably perfect for the rest of the team that had later starts, but for Rich and I it was a little tight.  Personally, I do prefer the latter.

NYC Marathon Statue of Liberty from Ferry

I found my green village, dropped off my gear bag with my long sleeve shirt and pants, and headed to the corral just prior to the 9am cut-off to enter the corral.  Now I had about half-an-hour to stretch and use the portlet one last time.

I was talking to a woman from Basel, England when I heard my name being called.  Ryan Wallace, was a Facebook friend and runner I met at last year’s race.  A really fun guy to hang with, so after chatting for a bit we found we were looking at accomplishing the goal of 3:50 or better.  Score!  Someone to run with.

NYC Marathon Start Corral

In the Start Corral

They opened up the corral to head closer to the start line around 9:30am, and just after the final note to one of the most beautiful renditions of our national anthem I have ever heard, sung by opera singer (and runner) Susanna Phillips Huntington, and announcements by the executive director, the gun went off and we were running.

The NYC Marathon is the largest marathon in the world.  Largest meaning the most athletes run the course of any marathon in the world..  This year there were over 50,000 finishers.  It boasts spectacular views, fantastic support from the spectators, and a challenging course.  The route takes the runners through all five major boroughs of the city, starting in Staten Island, crossing the Verrazano Bridge to Brooklyn, heading north into Queens crossing the 59th St bridge, then into Manhattan crossing the Queensboro Bridge, north into the Bronx over the Willis Ave Bridge, turning south back into Manhattan over the Madison Avenue bridge and then finally the incline to the finish line in the heart of Central Park.

The experience this year was better than last, as the temperatures were much better as we started around 55 degrees Fahrenheit  and just a little breeze versus the 30 degree temps and 33 mph winds from 2014.

Ryan, his friend, and I started the NYC Marathon conservative for the first couple of miles, but as we rounded the first 5k I noticed we started to increase our pace.  I only was witness to it due to calculating my 5k under 27 minutes, which being under a 9 minute mile that soon, concerned me a little, but I was feeling really strong.

The spectators in the NYC Marathon are everywhere and they clap, yell and scream not only for their family and friends, but for any one they seem to be inspired by.  Statistics pretty much show, that even know there were over 50,000 athletes running this race, and hundreds of thousands of finishers in marathons all over the world, less than 1% of the population has finished a marathon.  In other words there were a lot of people to be inspired by during this race and the spectators expressed that.

NYC Marathon brad behind ryan

The Goof peeking out behind Ryan

Ryan and I ran together up to about mile nine, constantly telling each other to slow down, yet neither of us could hold a slower pace for very long.  About that point, a pressure emanating from my bladder was increasing to a point where I was just not comfortable any longer, so I speeded up to the mile 10 aid station to relieve myself.  My thinking was speed up, use the facilitates and then speed back up just enough to catch Ryan again.

Unfortunately, we didn’t cross paths again during the race.  I was out there on my own, all by myself.  It was just me and 50,000 of my closest friends.

There was plenty to see as I continued on my NYC Marathon journey.  Achilles International volunteers were out in droves this year with guides helping blind and other challenged runners through the race.  Guides would run in a formation with one tethered to the blind runner and then three-to-four others running on each side of them constantly helping to clear a path through the crowd.   It was so motivating, that I knew somewhere down the line in my own journey I would have to help like that in some way in the future.

As I crossed the 13.1 mile marker of this NYC Marathon, and saw the clock I realized that I had been running for an hour and fifty minutes.  That for me was fast, but I was still feeling really strong.  The sights of the area’s architecture, parks, people and the smells of the local restaurants were consistently keeping my mind occupied as I just let my legs decide what they were going to do.

I was concerned though.  I know enough about myself, that keeping this pace would have it’s consequences toward the final miles.

My favorite bridge on NYC Marathon course is the Queensboro bridge.  It feels like it never ends, but the view of Manhattan and the Hudson is spectacular.  Not to mention, the completion of the bridge is a u-turn with a horde of spectators that it feels like a roar of excitement is exuded from them.  I felt a boost of energy when I crossed mile 16.

I was actually a little impressed with myself as I hadn’t really slowed as of yet.  It is usually around this mile marker that begins the stiffness of the previous miles.

The next checkpoint for me is usually mile 18, but that too came and went without any real pain.  My inner dialogue started having delusions of grandeur of possibly finishing the race around the 3:40 mark which be a huge PR for me.

As I crossed the Willis avenue bridge, I felt the start of a twinge in my left leg and a smile crept across my face and out loud I said to myself,”There it is.”

The NYC Marathon mile 20 clock showed I was two hours and fifty-two minutes into the race, which was already better than last year.  My thinking at that point was that I could pretty much slow to a ten minute mile at this point and still cross under four hours, but that didn’t happen.

Mile 21 came at just three hours which was a first in a while for me.  I am usually only at 20 by three hours and here I was a full mile closer to the finish.  My period of optimism was cut short by a stiffness in my right leg that quickly became painful.

NYC Marathon Starting to hurt

I walked though the next NYC Marathon aid station and grabbed a banana from the hand of a volunteer thinking just get some more glycogen to my legs so I finish this last five miles.

What little stride I had became periods of walking between miles 22 and 23 as the pain started to sear and engulf the rest of my leg.  It was getting harder and harder to bend my right knee as the stiffness was setting in.

Central Park came and the crowds were getting louder and more dense.  I did not want to walk through the park with all these people.  I wanted to run in strong, but the pain was getting more and more intense.  I actually yelled at myself, “C’mon legs.  WTF are you doing!!!”

NYC Marathon Almost There

My mind drifted to Erika at that moment.  As I was trying to run stiff-legged and just suffer through this intense pain, I thought that this frustration and uncomfortable feeling must be what Erika feels all the time.  The disappointment at feeling run down, the pain that comes with these huge cysts on her Kidneys and the eternal uncomfortable feeling that keeps her from sleep and just enjoying life, must be one hundred times worse that what I was feeling.

If Erika had to continually go through this pain, then I could at least endure it until I reach the finish line.

I didn’t stop running, no matter how much it hurt.  I thought about Erika and the last couple of years of misery she must have been going through, and how Jennifer would also have to also have a painful times ahead through her recovery from donating a kidney.  It kept me going as I really felt like I was going through it for them.

I am not a totally idiot, I know that running the NYC Marathon of which I enjoy doing, really would do nothing for either of them.  It was the fundraising and support where we as a team were doing the most good.  Maybe it was for me.  Maybe because I was not able to donate my kidney, that I the pain I was feeling now was so that I could empathize with both of them.

NYC Marathon The Finish

The NYC Marathon finish line was just as glorious as the other marathons I have completed.  I was extremely happy to cross in 3:56 and at least beat my time from last year by about 10 minutes.

My official NYC Marathon finisher was medal handed to me, I was congratulated by a volunteer and ushered through to take continue the long mile walk to retrieve my gear bag.  I was engulfed on all four sides with athletes as we all did the marathon shuffle through the park.  There was a sense of peace and a little giddiness that filled the air.

NYC Marathon Medal FInish

We all did something extraordinary today.  Whatever the reason “why”, we were bound at that moment by the accomplishment and conclusion of a journey that started with the decision to embark, the hours of training and the final step across the NYC Marathon Finish LIne.

NYC Marathon Stepping Across the finish

Once dressed in dry clothes, I found Rich and we headed out to The Keg Room which was where Team Tampa PKD would gather back together.  As Rich and I were in the first wave, where he PR’d at an incredible time of 3:27, we arrived first.  Kevin, whom was actually in the last wave to take off, showed up next followed closely by Karen and finally Scott.  Everyone finished and accomplished what they set out to do, but I was most proud of Scott.

NYC Marathon Keg Room

Scott had micro tears in his gastrocnemius muscle (Calf) and had been trying to rehab it for the last couple of weeks.  I really didn’t think he would finish the NYC Marathon and we all told him it would have been ok if he didn’t .  He did though and under 5 hours with walking.  He also said that he felt like he didn’t feel like he did anymore damage.

NYC Marathon

Scott Bragan

I am proud of the whole team.  Team Tampa PKD was able to raise over 20,000 for PKD, finish the NYC Marathon and, most importantly, find a kidney donor for Erika.

NYC Marathon

Team Tampa PKD – (L to R) Scott Bragan, Rich O’Dea, Karen Dempsey, Brad Minus, & Kevin O’Brien

 

What kind of challenge are you partaking in or plan to journey towards?

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NYC Marathon 2015: The Why

NYC Marathon 2015: The Why

My Why – PKD

The human brain is an advanced computer that controls many different systems.  The body is like a room full of servers each independently managing a different system with one major system, the brain, as the master controller for all of them.

When the master controller has a difficult task to undergo, the systems will cluster together in order to complete the task as efficiently as possible.  If one of the systems begin to fail, it doesn’t mean the task will not be accomplished it just means another system will take over the lack of work.  The work may not be handled as efficiently, but nonetheless, it will be completed.

Only when the master controller issues a command to stop will the other systems desist what they are programmed to do.  The question would be “Why did the Master Controller issue the command?”

This long analogy comes right down to a quote I use all the time.  Internally, and with my client athletes.  “The mind will quit 100 times before the body does.”  Every excuse will come to mind while an athlete may be suffering, but it is the reason “why” they are challenging themselves that will override the mind’s command to stop.

My 15th Marathon was the 2015 New York City Marathon, and my “Why” was tested.

In 2014, at the completion of the New York City Marathon, I said to myself, “Self, I am really happy I did it.  It was a tough race, in tough conditions (sub-40 degree temperature with 33 mph winds), but we did it.  It may not have been the time we wanted, but scratch the largest marathon in the world off the list.  I will probably not do this one again.”

My reasoning was the logistics of the race.

First, it is located in New York City.  That just says a lot of $$$ is going to be spent.

2) Getting around the big apple in a timely manner is difficult for someone not living there.

3) I have a lot of friends that live in the city and I want to see them, which means, more travel, meals and more $$$ spent.

4) The race doesn’t start until 9:50 which at 4 hours means 1:50 which is after the usual 12 pm checkout time.  Again, more $$$.

5) In order to pack the corrals with 50,000 runners, it is required to be in the runner villages close to 3 hours early, and in sub-40 degree weather for someone from Florida is somewhat uncomfortable.

6) After leaving the finish line when the legs are burning and everything is getting stiff, it is another mile to get to checked bags and then another half mile to get out of the park where there are no cabs.  Then another 5 block walk to the subway.

Other than that the race is amazing.

This year, the reasons above meant nothing to me, because I ran this race not for me, but as a member of Team Tampa PKD for Erika Bragan, Jennifer Thomas and all of the other people affected by Polycystic Kidney Disease (PKD).

Team Tampa PKD Scott with PKD Patient Erika

Scott & Erika Bragan

In 2009, Scott offered me a chance to run the Chicago Marathon for the Polycystic Kidney Disease.  At the time we were both in a boot camp class at a Lifestyle Family Fitness.  He mentioned it to a few others as well, so I brought up the idea of a team concept, where we could organize events to raise awareness and funds for PKD and then split up the money so everyone could reach their goal.  it actually worked for the 10 of us that competed that year, as we raised around $26,000 for the PKD Foundation.

Team Tampa PKD 2009

Team Tampa PKD – Chicago Marathon 2009

In 2011, we resurrected the team and signed on twenty-two members and raised over $56,000 for the foundation. Again in 2013 we had just Five members and raised over 25,000 that year as well.

Team Tampa PKD 2011

Team Tampa PKD – Chicago Marathon 2011

Team Tampa PKD 2013

Team Tampa PKD – Chicago Marathon 2013
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This year, we again signed five members.  Scott, Rich, Myself, Kevin, and Karen.  we raised over $25,000 again, but this year we also accomplished something else.  Over the last few years, Erika’s kidney functions were reduced to less than 5% apiece.  A normal human being can survive on 5% of one, but with PKD it is inevitable that the kidneys will fail.

Team Tampa PKD NYC 2015

Team Tampa PKD – NYC Marathon 2015
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Erika had already been put on the donor list for over a year, but it had yet to pan out, so we added not only raising as much financial assistance for the foundation but finding a donor for Erika as well.

For over a year, Erika has been in pain, not sleeping and basically been in a state of misery.  Scott has recounted this for me numerous times, so when he said that it was time to start thinking about a transplant, I immediately asked him for the details to get tested.  I wanted to help any way I could and if it meant giving up a kidney so be it.

The Bragan’s waited to see if being on the donor list would pan out, but as Erika’s kidney functions continued to deteriorate, family and friends stepped up to be tested as donors.

I was tested as a kidney donor, with the preliminary tests proving positive, meaning I was a match.

However, the secondary tests diagnosed protein in my urine which is common in endurance athletes.  Unfortunately, for the medical staff, it is a risk for kidney stones which have a small probability to clog my ureter and if that was the case now, I would have another kidney to fall back on.  If I donated one, it could be fatal.

I was heartbroken when I found out, but I understood the reasons.

On July 10, my friend and Team Tampa PKD teammate, Rich O’Dea was on a blind date at the Imagine Dragons concert.  While getting to know each other Rich made mention of Team Tampa PKD, the marathon and Erika.  At first, it seemed a nonchalant question when she asked how to get tested, so Rich took as her just being nice, but even after she ended up returning to a long relationship, she still communicated with Rich she wanted to get tested.

Team Tampa PKD, Rich with Jennifer Thomas, PKD Donor

Rich O’Dea & Jen Thomas

Her preliminary tests proved she was a match, and the secondary tests proved she was healthy enough to donate, so on Friday, Oct 23, the Tampa General Hospital Transplant committee approved the living donor kidney transplant from Jennifer Thomas to Erika Bragan, and scheduled the surgery for the 18th of November.

When I found out that Jennifer passed the second round of testing, I was absolutely ecstatic that she would be able to do what I and three other people could not.  I am still absolutely overjoyed that Erika will lead a longer more normal life and Scott, Madison and Spencer will continue to have their wonderful wife and mother.

While in an interview with ABC, Jennifer was asked why should give up her kidney for a total stranger.  Without skipping a beat, or even taking a breath she said, “Why wouldn’t I? The more important question should be, why is it so shocking that I would.”

I happened to be in the room when she was getting interviewed and I just about fell over.  Without trying to sound conceded, or take away any thunder from her, but I felt like Jennifer was someone who actually thought just like me.

Jennifer’s medical bills will be taken care of 100% by the Bragan’s insurance, but the recovery time may cause a little bit of financial hardship.

Of course, Team Tampa PKD is stepping up and hosting an event called Tailgate for a Transplant prior to the Tampa Bay Buccaneers vs New York Giants NFL Football game on November 8th at 1 pm.  (If you would like to help, but cannot make it to the tailgate please click here)

This is my “Why”.

What is your ‘why’?

Carpe Vitam!

NYC Marathon 2014: The Glorious Goofy Race Recap

NYC Marathon 2014: The Glorious Goofy Race Recap

It’s been a couple of weeks since I have been back from the NYC Marathon, a couple of weeks since my last post and worse yet, almost a year since my last race recap, so I guess it’s about time I write one.

REGISTERING FOR THE NYC MARATHON

The NYC Marathon is probably one of the hardest races to compete in.  There are three choices:

  1. Enter the lottery to be chosen
  2. Be granted a guaranteed entry by competing in another race and completing it in a specified time (which is even harder than getting into the Boston Marathon)
  3. Running in 9 races, organized by the New York Road Runners, and volunteering in one.

Entering the lottery used to include a clause that stated if you applied for the lottery three years in a row and did not receive an entry you automatically were granted a slot to run on the fourth year.  That is how I was able to run it.  As of last year that option no longer exists, so entering the lottery gives the same odds every year.

For me, in the 40-44 age group I would need to run a 3:10 marathon in order to receive guaranteed entry in the following NYC Marathon.  That is a 7:15 min/mile average pace.  It makes me tired just thinking about it.  By the way, to get into Boston I have to run a 3:15, which is a 7:26 min/mile pace.

Flying up to NYC 10 times in a year would be awesome if my financial status were higher, so that is not a reality either.

Barring any increases in speed, luck or wealth, this might have been my only chance to run this race, so I gratefully took it.  No matter how cold it ended up being.

Ok enough whining.  Obviously, I enjoyed myself, otherwise I wouldn’t be so upset about getting in again.  LOL!

THE EXPONYC Marathon - expo 1

With 75,000 entries in the NYC Marathon, the organization of this race had to be run like a well-oiled machine and it was.  I ended up visiting the expo twice.  Once on Friday when I arrived, and once on Saturday when old friend, Dom Forth, flew in from San Francisco.

Both of my experiences were the same.  A crowd of runners picking up their bib packets and t-shirts and then milling around the vendor area.

Interesting enough, I never spent more than a few minutes in any line anywhere.  There were plenty of booths setup for packet pickup and plenty of help to retrieve t-shirts.  Shocking right?  I was pretty surprised myself.NYC Marathon -Expo

The rest of the NYC Marathon expo was what one would expect.  All the major brands, charities and races with the exception there were a lot more international marathons presented.  I had no idea there was a Jerusalem Marathon, but I do now and I am putting it on my bucket list.  Just as soon as I finish the Super Six (Chicago, NYC, Boston, London, Berlin & Tokyo).  Two down, four to go.

PRE-RACE

Logistics are interesting when it comes to races aren’t they?  Most races, whether they be road races or triathlons, seem to start right around the 7am mark.  Disney starts their races at 5:30am on Marathon Weekend which is really early and also means that people are getting to the race around 4am.  Not the NYC Marathon.  I was assigned to the first wave which started at 9:40am, but did that mean I could sleep in?  No such luck, I had to be on the Staten Island Ferry by 5:45am.

Within three minutes of departing the Hilton Garden Hotel I was was riding in a taxicab to the ferry launch, which was lucky because at the time the mercury was dipping below 40 degrees.  I am usually optimistic about walking in New York City, but at 5:00 am on a briskly cold morning like this one, I was glad to be riding in a heated cab with Morrie.  He was extremely jubilant for a New Yorker at this time in the morning, which proctored him to give me a history lesson about the marathon on our 20 minute excursion.  Most people might have been a little annoyed by Morrie’s rants about the last 30 races, but I actually savored the distraction and I learned a few things in that time as well.

Walking into the building that provided shelter from the launch, the aroma of coffee and baked goods overwhelmed me.  At this time, all I wanted was a hot cup of coffee and with vendors lining the sides of the train station like benches, I had my choice.  I chose the shortest line and within a few minutes had a large cup of liquid paradise warming my hands.NYC Marathon - ferry island

TRAVELING TO THE START

Dom and his friend Ryan, walked in about 5:45 just as the first ferry was leaving, but as the schedule for the morning had transportation running every 15 minutes, we were able to immediately board the next one departing at 6 am.

The ferry was warm, very clean and incredibly smooth as it cut through the Hudson River.  It provided a chance to relax and swap stories with Ryan in order to get to know him a little.  This was Ryan’s first marathon.  He received a guaranteed entry from his 9+1 option.  It made it a little easier for him since he lives in Brooklyn.NYC Marathon - Dom & Ryan

Once we reached the exit launch, we were ushered, very orderly, off the ferry and onto a line of coach buses for a quick trip to the race villages.

In order to accommodate over 70,000 runners, the NYC Marathon organizers divided up the participants into waves, colors and corrals.  For instance, I was Wave 1, green, corral E, which meant I was a 9:40 am start, in the green village in the very last corral.  To tell you the truth I was just happy to be in the first wave.  The last wave was going to be starting close to 11:00 am which meant the average runner wouldn’t be even thinking about the finish line until around 3:15 – 3:30.

THE RACE VILLAGES

The villages were spread out, so once departing the bus and getting through a security pat down it was still a half mile walk to the green village.  Dom, Ryan and I said our good-byes, and they headed off to the blue village as I set out to find green.

The Green village was in a unique location as the Verazzano bridge was literally above us.  “Village” in this instance is actually defined as a gated off area for runners to loiter while waiting on the race start.  The amenities included, UPS trucks to drop our baggage for after the race, Dunkin Doughnut tents that provided hot coffee and hot water for tea or hot chocolate, food tents that provided granola bars, bananas, bagels and other goodies, and of course portlets.

It’s 7 am, I am checked into my NYC Marathon village, I have had one cup of coffee, I am holding another, I am freezing and I still have two-hours and forty minutes until the start of the race.  Here is where my frustration kicked in.  In order to stay warm, I would usually want to move around, but I have 26.2 miles to run, so I want to stay off my feet.  This means sitting down and being stagnant, which also means remaining cold.NYC Marathon - corral

I chose to find a place in the sun, with my back against the wind in order to stay off my feet.  My marathon schedule has me participating in at least 6 marathons separated by only 2-3 weeks since Chicago, three weeks prior, so this journey is not about time but about finishing injury free.  Therefore, I choose to shiver instead of stay on my feet.  Experience dictates, that I will probably be standing for a period of time while waiting for the official start.

THE CORRAL

It was an hour and thirty minutes of chatting with a lot of other runners before the announcement came over that wave 1 needed to in the corrals by 8:55, so it was one last trip to the portlet, and the UPS truck before I headed to my official NYC Marathon corral.

Due to the amount of people in the corrals it was definitely a little warmer, even after I dropped a layer of clothes.  I had a chance to meet another set of runners and we chatted about the cold, the route and other marathon experiences when off in the distance we heard the National Anthem being sung.  This is the point where I start to get amped up a little.  An association had been made in my head ever since my first race, that started my heart racing, my blood pumping and my anticubital areas start to sweat.  I actually really enjoy the feeling.

THE START

As we started to move forward, I could see the first part of the wave running up the ramp of the Verzanno bridge, and my excitement just kept building and before I knew it, I crossed the starting mat and I was off and running.

I grew up in Chicago, with blisteringly cold winters and dealing with drastic changes in climate.  However, after being in Florida for nine years, my blood has definitely thinned.  While most of the other runners had shed their homeless charity layer of clothes, I decided to keep my hoodie and pants on a little longer.  For me it was the right decision because the 35 mile-an-hour winds provided enough of a cool breeze to keep me from warming up.  It also pushed me into the for wall.  I was literally running in a diagonal from the speed and power of the wind.  The thoughts popping into my head of the whole race feeling this cold was not boding well for my optimism.NYC Marathon -Running

Running off the bridge into Brooklyn, helped a lot.  Buildings and underpasses blocked the wind to a point where by mile three I shed my pants and sweatshirt, so I was left with a long sleeve t-shirt, shorts, hat and gloves.  At this point I was warm enough to be comfortable.

At mile four I noticed a Team RWB shirt ahead of me. Being the social creature I am, I started a conversation.  Jaime, is a member of the Air Force Reserve and a civilian contractor to the Department of Defense and a good runner.  We ended up keeping each other company until the last 5 miles and it made a huge difference.NYC Marathon - Cold

Wind gusts continued to haunt us throughout the race. I knew as long as I kept running I would stay warm and keep the blood flowing through my legs.

THE MIDDLE

Around mile 15 I noticed the Queensboro bridge coming.  I was warned about this portion of the race as the bridge. It is over a mile long and seems to go forever.  Personally, I didn’t feel that way.  Maybe because we ran on the lower portion of the bridge and it sheltered us a little from the cold and the huge welcome we received in Queens as we ran out of it.  The area was packed with spectators cheering their lungs out.  I couldn’t help but let a smile creep on my face.  My pace quickened and the adrenaline started to kick in.

Running on First Avenue toward the Bronx held areas with different densities of spectators.  It was reasonably flat until we reached the Willis Ave Bridge crossing over into the Bronx.  It was not even close to being like the Queensboro or the Verzanno bridge, but it did change the elevation. Since it was at mile 20, my legs were shouting at me to stop.  Honestly, I did end up walking a bit over the Madison Ave bridge.  My quadriceps and hamstrings were getting extremely tight, so I ended up falling into a walk/run pattern.  Nothing specific, but things were starting to hurt.  NYC Marathon - Race Face

THE FINISH

At mile 22, along 5th Ave I was just trying to run more than walk.  By mile 24, as we entered Central Park, my adrenaline kicked in for the last time. No matter how much it hurt I was running until I crossed the finish line.

I started to counting down the tenths of miles and just kept running.  It was not a surprise when my watch said 26.2 miles that the finish line wasn’t even in site.  After 4 hours and 6 minutes of running I finally crossed the NYC Marathon finish line and received my medal.  It was not my finest or fastest marathon, but I will never forget the experience.NYC Marathon - Finish line

AFTER THE FINISH

Unfortunately, my NYC Marathon journey was not over.  Volunteers were quickly ushering me out of the finish area.  I grabbed water,chocolate milk, a banana, swag and headed to retrieve my gear bag.  It was ONLY another, what felt like, 2 miles until I found the UPS truck where my gear was stowed.   This was north of the finish line and I had to go south to get back to my hotel.   I was freezing. My legs were completely wrecked and though other runners were putting on warm clothes, volunteers kept ushering me out.   I changed into a dry shirt and jacket before leaving the park around 86th street, only to find transportation was not readily available.

Every taxi was full, and the only way to get back downtown from the park was by rickshaw.  At a cost $40 + $3 a mile? No way.  I kept walking but the pain was getting really bad and I could barely bend my legs.  Finally, I reached Broadway and 59th and jumped on a subway.  Before I knew it I was back at the hotel and ready to take a shower.

EPILOGUE

Yet, the adventure continues.  I paid $50 for an extra couple of hours in the hotel to get a shower and pack up. Unfortunately, I had already exceeded.  Now my key didn’t work and I had to fight to get them to let me into the room.

Obviously, I was slow, because, well, I just ran a marathon. It wasn’t even 5 minutes, that I was back in my room, that the phone rang. It was housekeeping asking when I was going to be leaving.  Even after I mentioned I paid for the extra time and received permission by the manager, I kept getting harassed.  Not the finest moment for Hilton.

After 45 years of of the NYC Marathon, shouldn’t the hotels have packages for people leaving on race day?  They must know the race doesn’t even start until 9:30am with the average participant taking 4 hours and 17 minutes.  Lesson learned – stay until Monday.  It is worth the extra money.

It was definitely, a worthwhile experience.  I was happy with my performance. I met some really awesome people. Most of all, I was finally was able to run the NYC Marathon after 4 years of waiting.

Carpe Vitam!

NYC Marathon - Medal