One foot in front of the other.
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San Diego, Calif. – The Challenged Athletes Foundation® (CAF), a world leader in helping challenged athletes get involved – and stay involved – in sports announces the launch of two of their premier fundraising events: CAF Million Dollar Challenge, Presented by Qualcomm – a 7-day, 620-mile fully supported cycling adventure down the California Coastline from October 16-22, 2010 and the 17th Anniversary Aspen Medical Products San Diego Triathlon Challenge – a 1.2 mile swim, 56 mile bike and 13.1 mile run distance triathlon and festival in La Jolla, CA on Sunday, October 24, 2010. Both events raise more than $1 million each for CAF and help physically challenged individuals get off the side-lines and into the game.
CAF MILLION DOLLAR CHALLENGE, Presented by Qualcomm – October 16-22
***CELEBRITY GUEST PARTICIPANTS***
• Former UCLA and pro basketball star Bill Walton.
• Top pro riders from Garmin-Transitions professional cycling team.
Register here: www.mdc2010.kintera.org
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For the fifth consecutive year, the Challenged Athletes Foundation’s Million Dollar Challenge (MDC), Presented by Qualcomm, will take-on the rugged California Coastline during a 7-day, 620-mile unforgettable charity ride, which has earned a reputation as one of the premier cycling events in the country. The ride combines a challenging personal journey for participants with the satisfaction of making a difference in the lives of others. MDC combines world-class service from a team of ride support professionals with premier accommodations, fabulous meals and amenities.
This year will be filled with stand-out special guests including top pros from the Garmin-Transitions pro cycling team and former UCLA and pro basketball star Bill Walton, who after 36 surgeries himself, understands the importance of good health and the role of fitness and sport in enhancing peoples’ lives. He shares the following sentiments when asked about the value of CAF’s mission: “I support the cause because it’s about dreams and sports for everybody.”
When Bill says “everybody,” he means everybody – size, ability or physical disability shouldn’t impede an individuals opportunity to be active. This includes his new friend and current UCLA student Scout Bassett. The two athletes – Bill towering at 6’11” and Scout standing tall at 4’8” – share the same love for the UCLA Bruins, both have custom made bikes from Holland (due to their size), share a passion for cycling and will lead out one day of the ride. Together they are proof that athletes come in all shapes and sizes. (See the attached images for the dramatic effect)
Aspen Medical Products SAN DIEGO TRIATHLON CHALLENGE – October 24
***LIMITED-TIME SPECIAL OFFER***
10% OFF the San Diego Triathlon Challenge Entry Fee (Extension)
Register before 3pm (PST) on Friday, March 12 to receive the discount.
Register here: www.sdtc10.kintera.org
Learn more: www.challengedathletes.org/compete/SDTC_Intro.htm
CAF’s Aspen Medical Products San Diego Triathlon Challenge, a half-distance triathlon and festival, began almost two decades ago as a fundraiser to help a fellow injured triathlete and has grown into a celebration of life and sport that is making a difference in the lives of physically challenged athletes around the world. It is an event unlike any other in the world. Inspiration, perspiration and determination are the words of the day, as more than 125 of the world’s top physically challenged athletes take on this grueling yet rewarding course alongside 550 able-bodied triathletes, celebrities and pros.
“The CAF event in San Diego is the greatest day in our sport” said 2009 SDTC participant, professional triathlete and 2007 Ford Ironman World Champion, Chris McCormack. “What I experienced in San Diego with CAF was the most inspiring day of my life. To be a part of what this amazing Foundation does and how they change lives for people was so motivating; it gave me a purpose. I was inspired, and wanted to do more.”
Don’t miss your chance to participate, sponsor, donate to an athlete or volunteer for one of these life-changing events.
For me, there are three types of “ists”. They are: realists, optimists and pessimists. I know that there are probably many other “ists” that you may be able to come up with, but in general and for the sake of this article, these are the main three. Of course, there are many derivations of these “ists” such as, optimistic realists, realistic pessimists and pessimistic realists.
I do realize that those last two seem to just have the words flipped around and at first glance that may not make such a difference to you. However, look at it like this; in an example where a first time marathoner says to someone, “I plan to run a 3:20 marathon”, the difference in reactions might be something like:
Realistic pessimist: “That’s a pretty ambitious time. You’d be better off just getting across the finish line.”
Pessimistic realist: “Yeah right. Maybe you should just focus on finishing strong.”
You still may not see much of a difference in those two, but to me, the message that is sent with those subtle differences means a lot. First though, I would like to give my definitions of the three main categories.
Realist: Someone who see things as very black and white. This can sometimes be mistaken for pessimism, but I believe that the intent is not to cut down, but rather just to not build unacceptable expectations.
Optimist: Someone who always looks at only the bright side of things. In it’s purest form I think that optimism often even ignores the true details of things so as to not let in anything negative to their own detriment.
Pessimist: Someone who is always trying to find the worst case scenario and point it out constantly to themselves and others. AKA “Debbie Downer”.
There have been some things that I have seen and read recently in the running/triathlon blogosphere that have brought me to the point of writing this article. In particular, there are a few people who are extremely accomplished and studious athletes, but their attitude, while I’m sure is founded in realism, has crossed the line into outright pessimism. From what I have seen this reaction comes as a direct result of other peoples unbridled optimism. What makes this incredibly frustrating to the point of making me angry, is that there seems to be an inability of our pessimistic friends to let others be happy.
But what separates the pessimists from the realists? The line between the two is often very hazy and I think changes depending upon perception. I have a very hard time distinguishing between the two myself and as as result, I have had to force myself to step back and try to place myself inside the head of some so that I can see that they truly are not trying to bring me or others down, but rather are just trying not to let us fly too high only to be brought crashing back down to reality.
I understand being in a realist mindset and in fact, I would actually define myself as an optimistic realist. I believe that the first thing someone should do is encourage others. After that, I feel it is very important to make sure that people know that they should not be disappointed if the outcome of whatever training or race they’re preparing for is less than they expected. I feel like people should have goals that are beyond their current selves, but not so far out that they’re constantly met with disappointment.
Then there are our buddies the optimists. I think it is so wonderful to see the world in all sunshine and rainbows but I just think that if that’s the case, when disappointment does in fact rear it’s head, the appearance the world crashing down is that much greater. There’s not too much I can say about unabashed optimism that wouldn’t take me back to talking about being realistic, so I’ll just leave this alone and move on.
I believe that most people are a mixture of two or all of these things. But, what is the use in being pessimistic? As I said before, I think pessimists believe they are being realistic and that they know better due to their experience or erudite view of others. I think this group should really exercise the on saying, “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.” far more often.
Every now and then I’ll get an email from a listener that gets me so excited for them. Usually it is from someone who is about to go run their first marathon or something and they have an extremely lofty goal time. The first thing I do I to say, “that’s awesome!”. I say that not out of some obligation to be nice or polite, but I say it because I really do think it’s wonderful. As soon as I am done saying that though, I will usually let them know to make sure they have a contingency plan laid out in their mind. I refuse to be negative to any of my listeners/readers like that because I know from first hand experience that when you get into a race and something goes wrong, your mind is capable of throwing more negativity at you than you can handle. I believe that any goal, no matter how high, is one worth going after.
So, now that I have rambled along about my “ists”, what kind of “ist” are you?
“If you shoot for the stars and hit the moon, it’s OK… A lot of people don’t even shoot.”
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In 2009, The Fresh Air Fund’s Volunteer Host Family program, called Friendly Town, gave close to 5,000 New York City boys and girls, ages six to 18, free summer experiences in the country and the suburbs. Volunteer host families shared their friendship and homes up to two weeks or more in 13 Northeastern states from Virginia to Maine and Canada.
The Fresh Air Fund relies on donations to provide memorable summers to NYC children.
The Fresh Air Fund needs hosts for the summer of 2010.
More than 65% of all Fresh Air children are reinvited to stay with their host family, year after year.
Thanks to host families who open up their homes for a few weeks each summer, children growing up in New York City’s toughest neighborhoods have experienced the joys of Fresh Air experiences.
“It is rewarding to see the smile on our Fresh Air child’s face as she enjoys the simple things we take for granted…”
Friendly Town host families are volunteers who live in the suburbs or small town communities. Host families range in size, ethnicity and background, but share the desire to open their hearts and homes to give city children an experience they will never forget. Hosts say the Fresh Air experience is as enriching for their own families, as it is for the inner-city children. There are no financial requirements for hosting a child. Volunteers may request the age-group and gender of the Fresh Air youngster they would like to host. Stories about real Fresh Air host families and their New York City visitors are just a click away!
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EMAIL THE LAMINATOR ANY QUESTIONS FOR ME!
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Date: 2/8/09
Consecutive Days Run: 39
Runner: Brandon Wood
Shoes: Newton AW Trainers
Location: New York, NY
Type of Run: Quick
Time of Day: 6:48 PM EST
Distance Run: 2.03 miles
Time Run: 00:14:29
Average Pace: 7:08 per mile
Weather Conditions: Cold (31 degrees Fahrenheit), Windy
Disposition: Good
Link to Run Detail: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/24293254
About the Run: When I was a kid, my brother and I would come out of movies like The Karate Kid and do our best imitations of the people on the screen. If we were lucky, no property or bones were broken in the process. A similar thing still happens to me these days. This evening I had an interview with the one and only Pip Taylor. Pip is an absolutely amazing professional triathlete and, as it happens, a nutritionist! After I got off the phone with her, I was so inspired and honored to speak with her that I got totally amped up to go for my run.
I left my building feel fresh legged, which was nice considering my long run yesterday, and took off. I began at a pace that was quick but comfortable and felt more like gliding than running. I hit my one mile turn around feeling good and looking forward to pushing it a bit on the return trip. I held my pace at about 7 minutes flat and for the last third of a mile, I pushed it down to around 5:40. I felt good and winded, in that really cool, “Hey, I just did that!” way.
04-Feb-2010: Gord Pauls of Hamilton, Ontario is an Ironman athlete and Cervélo customer who will be undertaking a truly remarkable feat in an effort to raise money for the people of Haiti. Pauls has been an advocate for Haiti for many years, organizing charitable initiatives through his store, The Runner’s Den, to support initiatives to bring improved nutrition and education to the children of Haiti. This year, the need in Haiti is far greater, and Pauls has challenged himself to raise $250,000 by completing 3 Ironman distance challenges on 3 consecutive days. On Friday, August 27 and Saturday, August 28, Pauls will complete a 3.8 km swim, a 180 km bike, and 42.2 km run (2.4 miles, 112 miles and 26.2 miles, respectively). He will follow those up by competing in Ironman Canada on Sunday, August 29.
We wish Gord all the best in his training and fundraising, and look forward to reporting on his successful completion of the challenge. For more information on Gord Pauls, the triple Ironman, and his fundraising, please visit www.gordpauls.com.
As you may know, I have been coaching recently with Jeff from PRS Fit and I have never been faster or stronger and I exceed myself almost daily. Well, for those of you who were didn’t think you could ever afford a coach, now you don’t have to! Jeff has given me the following announcement:
After a lot of thought and soul searching I have decided to release all my beginner training plans to the public for free. I get so many questions from first time runners and triathletes doing plans from books and magazines, that don’t answer critical training questions at critical times. It has always been my practice to stand behind my plans just like I stand behind my one on one clients. If you have a plan from PRS FIT, I will be there for you from start to finish. You can email me, the coach and plan designer with any question you may have, and you will receive an answer the same day.
To contact Jeff, please visit his website HERE. To see some of Jeff’s video insights into different aspects of training, click HERE!
I was chatting with Laminator last night and I realized that my site, as well as my show are both about to turn two years old! I began writing about my life as a wannabe athlete on February 13, 2008, recorded my first podcast on March 9, 2008 and I cannot believe how far this thing has come!
So, as Lam and I were talking about that and other things, he made a VERY cool suggestion to me and I want to run (excuse the pun) with it! So, here it is:
So that’s it! Lam did this same thing on his site a while back and it is a great read!
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Newton Running’s Take on Barefoot Running
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Today was the New York Road Runners Manhattan Half-Marathon, part of the NYRR Half-Marathon Series presented by Continental Airlines. If you’ve 
been following my posts, you know that my goal time was 1:35:00. Well, I am happy and proud to say that I ran a PR of 1:35:19! My previous PR was set in the first half of the 2009 Philadelphia Marathon in a time of 1:44:38. That makes today’s half-marathon a PR for me by OVER NINE (9) MINUTES!!
First and foremost, I must give massive thanks to my support team. My coach, Jeff, who kicked me into gear in relatively little time. And also an enormous thank you to the one and only Laminator who paced me the entire way, keeping me going the entire time.
The race course was roughly two and a half loops of Central Park. For those that have run the full loop of Central Park before, you know that to call it a challenging course is somewhat of an understatement. This particular race began at roughly West 63rd Street on West Drive heading in a counter clockwise direction. This means that the runners got to feel the full fury of Cat Hill as well as Harlem Hill, and ALL the little bastard hills in between.
The goal for the race was to maintain a consistent effort for the entirety of the race. I honestly don’t have too much to say for the first half of the race. Cat and Harlem Hills seemed to cruise by, though the smaller hills just after them definitely reminded me to be humble. Lam maintained such a poised, relaxed posture that it really rubbed off on me, keeping me calm.
Once we got into the second loop, Cat Hill came up fairly quick. The weather held together nicely and was nice and cool, but by the second loop, I was definitely feeling hotter than I would have liked. I opened the zipper of my shirt (Sugoi Mid-Zero Zip) to let some air in and felt a lot better. At about mile seven, I took my Gu Roctane as I had planned. I felt decent through Cat Hill, but definitely felt the effort. The hills following the Cat though, ate their way into me. I noticed my breathing becoming much faster than I would have liked and at the same time, while my technique held together well, my stride turnover slowed considerably, thus making my legs work more than usual.
As we dropped down the hill in the Northeast corner of the park, by Lasker Pool, feelings of trepidation and a small touch of dread came over me knowing what lay ahead. As we hit Harlem Hill, I did my best to take deep, full breaths to get my heart rate as calm as possible. The first part of the hill was OK, but as we got to the small plateau-ish area before the next rise, I could feel my heart going into my zone 5 rate and my breathing speeding up accordingly.The next rise was pure agony and I have honestly never come so close to vomiting during a race. The next couple of miles, until we got to about mile 12, I honestly don’t remember much, except keeping my eyes on Lam and just moving forward.
Once we hit mile 12, Lam told me to count my strides to 100 to make it go by easier. I tried this, but my brain wasn’t working so well and I kept losing count after about 20 or so. I guess Lam noticed this and he began counting out loud so I could hear him and it really helped. As we entered the last half mile, he was pushing me to really go for it and, to be honest, I just didn’t have anything left. At some point, even though I refused to look at my watch, I knew I wasn’t going to go sub-1:35:00, but I just kept pushing as much as I could. As we crossed the finish line, I thought I was going to fall over but held on to Lam (Thanks!) and managed to keep myself upright.
I had a great race, and I made (for the most part) my goal time. I truly believe that, had this been a less difficult course, I could have gone much faster and not felt like I was dying late in the race. Lam was an absolutely amazing person to take me to the line and I cannot thank him enough.
Brunch afterward was fantastic, with so many new friends having a great meal together and a great time. Thanks to Michelle for handling the reservations for our get together! So many PR’s were set by so many friends, and all were celebrated, PR or no. What a fantastic race!
Racers Against Childhood Cancer
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Date: 1/15/09
Consecutive Days Run: 15
Runner: Brandon Wood
Shoes: Newton AW Trainers
Location: New York, NY
Type of Run: Intervals
Time of Day: 4:58 PM EST
Distance Run: 1.83 miles (I believe it to be closer to 2.5 miles)
Time Run: 00:24:29 (contrary to what the Garmin data says)
Average Pace: 9:47 per mile
Weather Conditions: Cool (45 degrees Fahrenheit), clear
Disposition: Good
Link to Run Detail: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/22431203
About the Run: Today I decided to take my dog Annie on my run with me. We also have Bubba, a three year old Yorkiepoo whom we rescued from the North
Me and Annie
Shore Animal League, but Annie is the Princess. She is a nine year old mutt and though she is a bit crazy sometimes, she is the sweetest, most gentle dog. Because I got home a bit earlier than usual today, and because it wasn’t as cold as it has been recently, I thought she would love getting out and going for a run with Dad.
In my post yesterday (Day 14: Tight Left Calf) I said that I was going to aim to do in the neighborhood of a 5 mile tempo run, however, Coach Jeff put the smack down on that idea. So instead, we headed out the door for one of my quick two-milers. Annie’s pace was slower than mine, mainly because she wanted to sniff everything we passed, but also because she hasn’t run in a while with my wife as she usually does because of our impending bundle of joy. This was probably a good thing that made me keep my pace in check.
As we got to about the .75 mile mark, I decided to head off my normal route and run up into some of the wonderful paved trails in Inwood Hill Park. I love running these trails, but have not had much opportunity of late to run them. As we made our turn into the park, I stopped to remove Annie’s leash and at the same time paused my Garmin. We went on our way through the wonderful tree-lined hills that make you forget that you’re in one of the biggest cities on the planet. Simply amazing.
As we began our descent, we stopped for a couple of minutes so Annie could answer Nature’s call, and I again pressed the pause button on my Garmin. However, I noticed that rather than saying “Timer Stopped” it said “Timer Started”! CRAP. I had run what I think was about .75 miles with my timer off, and thus my map was not tracking either. This is one problem I have with my Garmin 305. Now, before I get a flurry of people telling me about the Auto-pause feature, I am well aware of that. Last summer, on many a long ride and run, my data fell victim to the inconsistencies of the Auto-pause feature. It would often not pause at all, and other times it would pause while I was in motion. Don’t get me wrong, I adore my Garmin, but I wish that feature worked a bit better.
We wrapped up our run together, a run that I hope will be the first of many. I also would like to bring Bubba along on runs of his own. However, neither of my pups are going to run in the rain or snow, trust me I don’t need that kind of mess in the house!
Racers Against Childhood Cancer
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Article I wrote for the Just Finish newsletter this month:
It’s funny the way New Years resolutions get in your head. In fact, what is it about a new year that is any different than the one just passed? Like most things in life, we like to be given some sort of guidance on what to do and when to do it. In this way, a new cycle of the calendar gives a definitive point in time that we can point to as a new beginning.
For me 2009 marked a year of so many new beginnings and of so many firsts. It was my first marathon (Shamrock Marathon), my first Olympic distance triathlon (NYC Triathlon) and the crown jewel, my first Ironman (Ironman Wisconsin). The thing about all these events is that they had been a long time in coming. My marathon for instance; the Shamrock was my third fallback after not getting into the New York City Marathon and not being able to run in the Richmond Marathon due to a death in our family. So, to say that the Shamrock was part of a resolution wasn’t entirely true, I had originally decided to run a marathon sometime in February of 2008…it just took thirteen months to come around.
2009 also makes me think rather fondly of inspiration and the vital role that it plays in our live as athletes. You see, each and every aspect of whats going on in our lives, good, bad and ugly, affects us physically. The catch to this is that we all have bad days and this can bring us down both mentally and physically. The REALLY vicious cycle is when something goes wrong in your life, so you find yourself in a bad mood, this makes you not want to workout. Being an athlete, this bad mood and consequent lack of working out depletes your body of the endorphins and good feelings that exercise elicits in your body and so you sink even deeper into a funk.
So, where does inspiration play into this? One overarching “good thought” that I like to keep in mind is that I am alive. I know that sounds cheesy and cliche, but think about it. You just got the gift of being able to wake up and take a breath of air knowing that you are alive! On top of that, you’re an athlete! Every day, you get the honor of pushing your body to it’s limits and using our most basic human abilities!
In 2009, I began to take my show, Brandon’s Marathon Podcast, more seriously. I made a point to record my shows on a weekly basis and in somewhat of a regular time frame. When I was unable, I made it a point to get the word out to my listeners explaining why. In those shows, I try to be as positive and uplifting, yet honest, as I am able. This is not so hard, because I have so much fun doing it!
From the letters and comments I get on my show, I have come to learn that I inspire many people from around the world. The incredibly ironic and wonderful part of this is that it is ME who gets the real inspiration. I get the privilege of hearing from people who have done so many “firsts” and who have done things that they never would have ventured to even imagine before! I get to hear how people have lost literally HALF of their body weight and have given themselves the wonderful honor of taking that first breath each morning by changing their diet and exercise habits. I could go on forever about how I have been inspired by those who say that I have inspired them, and THAT is an amazing cycle to be in!
This is what I have to say about resolutions: Of course, you can and should do the traditional goal type resolution. But, think bigger than that. Think to next year and resolve to be inspired by inspiring others. Let your goals and training and PR’s and other achievements be the catalyst for someone else to get moving and make their own impact.
As for me, here are a couple of my resolutions:
-Run at least one mile every day of 2010 (meandtheroad.com)
-Gain control over my nutrition in long distance races (half-iron and up)
-Get an elite time in the New York City Triathlon (2:15:00 for my age group)
-My biggest and most challenging resolution that will go on forever; in March, when my baby girl gets here, I am going to be the best father and husband that I can possibly be
The reason I mentioned that a new year is not that different from the old one, is because I think we should make resolutions constantly. Constantly inspire and be inspired and be persistent of new goals throughout the year, not just once every 365 days!
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Racers Against Childhood Cancer (RACC)
Carved by God, Cursed by the Devil by Ted Archer
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Today is my 32nd birthday. It seems that many people get depressed upon finding themselves older, but I’ve always wondered why. Did their birthdays somehow sneak up on them? So, today I am taking to writing about the future, and how I have learned from my past.
This year I will become a father. That is so exciting to me that I can hardly wait until my baby girl is here. But, this tiny little baby will drop a bomb on my life like nothing ever has before. Over the past year, I have made it a goal to step back and take an objective look at my actions and how they have or will determine my decisions. On or about March 26, 2010, those decisions will affect the course of anothers’ life. I can’t wait!
This year I will compete in my second Ironman. I learned so much from my experience at Ironman Wisconsin this past September and I can’t wait to test my mettle against Ironman Louisville. Yet again, objectivity is shaping the way I am approaching this event and the events surrounding it, both other races and the training required. This time however, I have someone helping me to navigate the stormy waters of endurance and fitness.
This year is one where balancing the above mentioned things must not take precedence over my constant pursuit of my musical career. This is even more important now because of so many arts organizations canceling or postponing gigs and auditions. But, practicing and refining must go on.
The reason I titled this post ‘Another Year Older and Younger’ is because it’s truly the way I feel. I have worked hard on my fitness and health over the past year and as a result have lost twenty-five pounds and have gone farther and faster than I ever thought possible. I have taken the parts of my life that bring me down and put them to the side, no matter how important. I am not shirking adversity, and I am dealing with it as it comes, but I am not dwelling on it either. Why would I? An analogy I like to use is; worry is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do for a while, but when you stand up you’re still in the same place.
As I continue to do all these thing, as well as being married to my best friend, I feel younger every day. I am sure that eventually I will hit a tipping point in terms of feeling my age, but hopefully, my mind will begin to go before then so I won’t even notice! I’ll be the 100 year old guy swimming, biking and running his way aimlessly around the country. Just pass me some water if you see me.
As cheesy as it may sound, I’d like to conjure up a phrase from Maestro Bobby McFerrin:
Don’t worry, be happy!
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This past Sunday, November 22, 2009 I ran the Philadelphia Marathon. My official finish time was 3:59:14. This is how I got there…
I arrived in Philadelphia on Saturday, the day before the race, at about 12:30 PM. Thanks to my friend Mike, I had a great place to stay. Upon arriving, I chatted with Mike for a bit and then headed off to the expo to browse the booths and pick up my race shwag. (Sidenote: When you’re at an expo or something similar, be aware of your surroundings and DON’T CLOG THE AISLES! I felt like I was walking through the Time’s square Subway station at Christmas! KEEP IT MOVING OR MOVE TO THE SIDE PEOPLE!). Picking up my race gear was a breeze and I was quickly on to browsing the incredibly frustrating traffic of the expo.
I wasn’t really in need of too much at the expo, and since I don’t see the point in paying $50 for a pair of running shorts (unless, as I said to Allan later, they have little gnomes inside that keep you cool) I just looked for what I needed. The things I was looking for were GU Roctane (Blueberry pomegranate (there is a reason for that flavor)) and a pair of cheap, throw away gloves. I found both in about five minutes, although wading through the people to and from each booth took about five times as long.
The reason for me being very specific about the flavor of the GU I was looking for is due to my ability to sweat epic amounts. GU makes something called GU Brew in which the Blueberry Pomegranate flavor has double the sodium of their normal GU Brew and more than just about any other product. It also tastes decent. I have been using a bit of that flavor of GU Brew to get used to the taste and such, so I decided to not change things in the flavor of GU I was choosing. Also, GU Roctane has more sodium than most other gels and WAY more amino acids.
After making my purchases and heading back through the throngs, I made my way back to Mike’s place. After a bit, I got in touch with Allan and he, Mike, Andrew (Allan’s partner) and myself went to grad a bite to eat. This meeting marks only the second time that Allan and I have met face to face, but I always feel like I am talking to an old friend, which really helped to take the edge off and pre-race nerves. After eating (Mike had to go catch a flight), Allan, Andrew and I talked for a while about running, nutrition and myriad things in between. We eventually parted ways for the evening, the plan being for me to walk to Allan’s hotel between 5:45 and 6 the next morning and we would walk from there to the start.
On race morning, I woke up at 4:15 AM. I know it seems early, but it gave me time to take a long shower and really wake up.
I was out the door at about 5:45 and en route to get Allan. As luck would have it, when I was only about a block away from Mike’s place, Allan called and asked if I could bring him a packet of Hornet Juice because he had forgotten his. I ran back and got one for him and was on my way again.
I have a tendency to go one of two ways pre-race. Either I am extremely focused and not very talkative at all or I am like Jim Carrey on crack, making jokes and not shutting up. As we walked, Allan pointed out that I was rather like the former, looking straight ahead and rather stoic.
Upon arriving at the start area, Allan and I found what seemed to be the fastest and cleanest bathroom line in all of racing and I quickly found myself changing out of my warm clothes and into my race wear. We also both downed our bottles of Hornet Juice (and also Chia for me).After turning in my gear bag to pick up at the finish line, Allan and I headed into our corral (Gray) and did our best to keep our minds occupied before the actual start.
My goal time for this race was 3:30:00. The plan was to go out at a 7:59 per mile pace for the first 22 miles. Thereafter, Jeff (Coach) had built in a 14 second fade per mile, giving me some breathing room at the end. I had a wristband with my 5K splits written on it to keep me on track. I did not write down mile splits because, at Jeff’s suggestion, I need small goals, but not too small (e.g. 5 K rather than mile by mile). Allan was aiming for a 3:45. The weather was perfect, with temps in what seemed to be the high(ish) 40’s.
I said to Allan, “Let’s do this” and we were off. The first four or five miles were kind of a blur. I was doing a lot of weaving in and out of the people traffic. This was probably largely due to the fact that the goal time I submitted when entering the race was 4:00:00, thus, I was plaed a bit farther back. Unfortunately, this caused my pace to be about thirty seconds per mile faster than I wanted to be.
When I got to the half, I was about 6 minutes ahead of my goal pace, so I took the opportunity to go pee (pardon the details). While standing in the bathroom (I must stop peeing in the middle of marathons, something bad always happens) I began to feel faint, so I put the lid down and sat down. Almost immediately, I needed to throw up (again, sorry for the details), so I did. Now, this was not the kind of, something I ate puking, rather, I do believe that this was some sort of nerve response. In any event, I got worried.
After regaining my composure,I came out of the bathroom and as luck would have it, the 3:30:00 pace group was right there and I jumped in and got back in the groove. At this point, I was right about dead-on my goal time. The pace group, it turns out, was running a much different race than I was. The pace kept dropping to about 7:15-40 per mile and I was still trying to hold 7:59’s. They were actually pushing the pace on some flat sections so they could “take it easy” on an upcoming hill. So, after hanging on for about two miles I dropped out the back of the pack and did my own thing. It was at this point that I felt like my heart rate was spiking. I checked and it kept going to and staying at about 160~170 bpm. This was not good for this point in the race.
I had to assess what my next step would be. I slowed my pace to see if things would regulate and they did not. So, I stopped and simply stood still until my HR got into the 120’s. As I headed out toward the town of Manayunk, I knew that I would eventually be seeing Allan once I turned around and could see the people on their way out. The stretch to Manayunk is a long one and the run from mile 18 to the turn around point at about mile 20 was interminable. ONce I made the turn around, I saw that Allan was only about 5 minutes behind me. Once again, at about mile 21.5, I needed to let my HR come back down and I decided to just wait for Allan.
It was so nice to have company. Not only that, but someone you know, someone you can talk to about lots of things, running or otherwise. The last few miles had some walk breaks (every single one of which pissed me off because my brain and body disagreed) and some good conversation.
When we hit the last mile, we of course bumped up the pace. It’s interesting what happens there. Your body is telling you to go to hell and your heart and mind are so excited your body almost doesn’t matter. Just before mile 26 my calves began to cramp (and oddly, my neck did also) but I did what I had to do to drive to the finish. Allan and I crossed together with a time of 3 hours 59 minutes and 14 seconds. It was awesome!
Nutrition: This actually seemed to be fine mostly. At every aid station, I drank Gatorade Endurance. Admittedly, I should have had two cups at each station instead of just one. I had my GU’s at mile 6 and then again at the half. Once I became concerned about my HR I forgot the other two I had. Oops.
Crowd Support: The crowds were fantastic. They lined probably half of the course and really were so nice and encouraging.
Race Organization: From my perspective, the race semed very well organized. The aid stations were very well staffed and had ample fluids. The volunteers were excellent and helpful. There was nothing overly complicated about the race (which I love) or getting around.
The Course: Overall, I enjoyed the course. I do think that the elevation chart is a bit deceptive. I was not prepared for some of the long rolling inclines (approx. 3100 ft. of elevation gain). But I would indeed do this race again.
My Race: I broke four hours. In nine months, I have gone from never having run a marathon to becoming an Ironman and running a sub-four hour marathon. I am pleased that I broke four hours. I am not pleased that I did not meet my goal. I will eventually crush 3:30:00.
Rest: Now it is time for rest. I have not rested since probably February. It is time now. Time to recharge and let my legs heal. Bring on the tryptophan.
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On roughly March 26, 2010, Danielle and I will be welcoming into the world our first child! It’s going to be a baby girl!
Steven, a listener/reader of mine, sent me THIS LINK this morning via Twitter. As I began to read this mindless drivel, my jaw rapidly fell open at how something so incredibly obtuse could find its way onto what is considered by some to be a reputable news source.
Meb and his family fled his birthplace of Eritrea for Italy, eventually coming to the United States in 1989. In 1998, the same year that Meb graduated from UCLA, he became an American citizen. He did this because he was proud of the country that had embraced he and his family.
The United States of America is a country that not only welcomes legal immigration, but celebrates those who become a part of our citizenry. We are a people who ALL came from somewhere else (yes, even Native Americans originally migrated across what is now the Bering Sea). In recent years there has been a great deal of debate over illegal aliens that reside in our country and use our resources. Meb did not do this. He did it the right way. He paid his dues, worked hard to learn the history and background of a country that he had come to know and love.
Nastia Liukin, the gold medalist in the gymnastics all-around in 2008 was born in Moscow and came to the U.S.A. when she was two. Now, does the gymnastic dominance of Russia in the past have anything to do with her performance?
Darren Rovell’s ridiculous characterization of Meb as a “ringer” is part of an argument that has been going on for years, and will likely stop no time soon. However, I will tell you what it meant to me, personally, to watch Meb in the last .2 miles of this past Sunday’s New York City Marathon.
I was watching the professional women finish from just past the banner for mile 26. When the pace cars came around the bend in the road and Meb came flying behind, it was so thrilling. As he came closer, he looked so incredibly fluid and fast…and happy. A smile from ear to ear was on his face as he ran through the screaming crowd from all over the world. At this point in a race of this magnitude, you might expect an athlete to be pumping his fist into the air, or drilling the pace to the tape, but not so. Meb was pointing to his singlet which was white with large red letters that said: U.S.A.. It was a moving thing to watch and every time I’ve watched a replay of it in the past two days, I continue to get chills.
One more thing; in a tweet just sent to me by Scott Burns he reminded me that many of the soldiers in the United States Armed Forces were not born here, but every single day, they not only claim America as their own, but they defend our freedoms, which unfortunately give Darren Rovell the right to be a jackass.
I am proud to call Meb Keflezighi my countryman. I am disgusted to do the same for Darren Rovell, who I would would happily welcome on my show any time to discuss his ineptitude in what it is to be an American.
[Edit: Meb came to the U.S. in October 21, 1987]
[UPDATE: Click HERE to see the link to Darren Rovell's pitiful attempt at a retraction]
This morning in New York City was one of those autumn days when the crisp air bites just enough to make you feel invigorated. It is the part of the year where the city seems somehow washed clean of the humid grit and grime that the summer brings.
So, it was an incredible canvas upon which to join the team from Newton Running for a clinic and group run in that stalwart of nature stuck squarely in the middle of the city, Central Park. We all met at The Boathouse at about 7 o’clock AM amidst runners getting in their last taper runs before the 40th running of the New York City Marathon on Sunday.
Once the group of about fifteen runners had assembled, Danny (Abshire, co-founder and Chief Technical Officer of Newton Running) bid us all good morning and went on to, first and foremost, discuss exactly what “natural running” is. Among the assembled members of the Newton team were Jennifer Abshire (Danny’s wife), Erin Gehlsen, Pam Simich and Josh Cox (American Record holder in the 50K and super nice guy!).This was followed by a quick demonstration by Danny of proper form and technique. It still strikes me how everything he says is not some huge secret, but is quite simply common sense.
After Danny’s introduction we all set out for a quick three mile run around the bridle path that encircles The Reservoir. I have discovered, twice now, that The Boathouse is a fantastic meeting place, however upon leaving The Boathouse and heading North along East Drive, you immediately come upon what has come to be known to many a runner as the bane of their existence; Cat Hill. Today however, with a group of new friends and runners, the Cat was tamed without a problem. We then entered the bridle path loop at about East 85th Street. Now, when I spoke earlier about the time of year, I neglected to mention the brilliant colors the abound in Central Park. Entering the bridle path was like entering another world. We were surrounded by the brightly colored tree canopy as we all ran effortlessly through the park. The other runners on the path, including the occasional professional who came flying by, made the air ring with fresh excitement. Danny, Jennifer and Josh (the Newton crew accompanying us on the run) were so wonderful, and took the time to speak to everyone in the group, discussing everything from technique to the weather to Broadway shows! The wellspring of running knowledge was unparalleled and the kindness and caring with which it was dispensed was overwhelming.
As we wound our way through the trees and back to The Boathouse, it was the perfect end to a wonderful run. There were lessons learned, friends made and a good run had by all. Among those that came was Ty Garner. Ty was at the Newton clinic in the spring and also became and Ironman in Wisconsin with me in September. The next time Newton does a clinic and group run in your area, I cannot encourage you enough to go. It’s an awesome experience!
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If you have ever listened to any of my shows or read several of my posts, you are probably well aware that I draw from more than my fair share of drive from “inspiration”. For the sake of this write-up, I will use the word “heart”.
I find that, for me, once I am able to get basic techniques worked out and find the way that they work in my body (I believe technique is largely subjective, after all), I can place my “head” on cruise control and begin to run with my “heart”. This is when I am the happiest, when I swim/bike/run the easiest and when I perform my best.
This past summer I spent some time feeling out my lactate threshold and cadence on the bike. I also ailed down exactly where, in the swim, my body found it’s groove and could go forever. Running is a bit trickier, but even there I am more and more able to nail down my “cruise” point. Depending on the hilliness of the first part of my runs, it takes me anywhere from 2~4 miles until I hit my sweet spot. When doing a tempo run, I usually use the first two miles as a warm up and then I throw myself immediately into what feels like riding the edge of my sweet spot the whole time. When I do a run with several fartleks thrown in, I get to my sweet spot and then try to see how far I can ride that feeling while pushing the pace.
Admittedly, I am not a fan of getting into the numbers of training during a workout. I am much more apt to go back later and check the number on my computer and see what I can differently. However, I think to improve myself, I need to get into the numbers a bit more so that I can begin to “feel” the numbers more and not have the need to look at my heart rate monitor or pace.
Upon recommendation of Joe Garland, I have gotten myself a copy of Joe Friel’s Total Heart Rate Training: Customize and Maximize Your Workout Using a Heart Rate Monitor. Joe, Garland that is, is an extremely talented runner who has worked very hard and been very diligent in his pursuit of running. His study of running has led me to want to become more “head” centered on my own running for a while. I tend to approach thing much less intuitively and with what I believe to be a much more “heart” driven approach to training and racing. Thus far, it seems to be what works best in getting me out the door. But now that I’m out the door, it’s time to become better, faster and more efficient.
So, this leads me to my question for you, dear reader! How do you train and/or race? Where does your head stop and your heart begin?
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It is my opinion that events such as Ironman Wisconsin serves to teach us more in what we did NOT accomplish rather than what we accomplish. This is true, I think, for most things in life. If we truly strive to better ourselves in any discipline it is important to focus on correcting the missteps we have taken in the past.
I should note that I am not disappointed in myself or my accomplishment of becoming an Ironman. With these things in mind, I thought it important to go through and make some objective notes on what I will do differently in the future, and some things that I thought I got right this time.
Swim
First Transition
Bike
Second Transition
Run
I have referenced the volunteers from Ironman Wisconsin several times and said “more on that later”. Well, now is later. I cannot possibly say enough about the amazing job done by the people staffing the course and the rest of the event. Not only were they incredibly efficient and knowledgeable, but they were so amazingly kind. When I was breaking down and getting into my own head emotionally, I met a woman on the course named Karen. Karen was a volunteer at one of the turns whose job it was to point the way. Karen is in a wheelchair. At a moment when my body was telling me know and my mind was issuing the same proclamation, Karen was there smiling ear to ear. She was telling me that I looked great and that I looked strong. She read my bib and said to me, “Brandon, you better come here and give me a high-five!”. I was overjoyed to oblige. Later when I passed her again with only about four miles left, I did the same.
The next morning, I went by the lost and found to check for my pump which I lost on the bike course (no dice). Karen was there, having been on the course until the last racer passed and probably well after. Her smile was just as bright, and her demeanor just as kind as ever. I told her thank you for being there the night before when I really needed it the most. To Karen, and to all the volunteers of the 2009 Ironman Wisconsin, thank you. You are all amazing.
Once again, I am not disappointed in myself, I am merely a student. I will be back to Wisconsin to defeat that course one day, and I will smile the whole time. Ironman Wisconsin will always be where I became an Ironman.
The water in Lake Monona was the same temperature that it had been the day before during the practice swim, pleasantly cool/warm. This made getting in the water not terribly unpleasant. This is a good thing because, if you were trying to get close to the first buoy as I was, thus giving yourself the best line, that meant that you would be treading water for about the next twenty to twenty-five minutes. There was quite a bit of bumping and errant legs and arms while we waited, to be sure, but it was soon ten minutes to start, which was the time for the professional start.
The pro’s were wearing pink caps for the women and silver caps for the men. This was a good thing to notice for me because it gave me bait. At exactly 6:50 AM, the pro’s started. It was all I could do not to go with them since my heart was about to beat out of my chest with excitement.
Then, promptly at 7:00 AM the cannon sounded and we were off!
Now, as I explained earlier, the position where I lined up is THE place to be if you’re a fast swimmer. That being said, the intensity in the scrum that follows a starting gun in that position is incredible. There are arms, hands, legs and feet all moving in different directions and all moving very fast and powerfully. One of the tricks to being successful in that environment is to not take anything personally. If you get a black eye, it’s just part of the game, and to be honest, not that uncommon.
So, when the cannon fired, all hell broke loose around me and I was a willing participant, throwing
more than my fair share of arms and legs. My strategy was to take it easy and let the pack work itself out around me while staying up with the faster swimmers. This worked well, and I was soon in more or less open water. I was told by an Ironman Wisconsin veteran that the buoys were spaced 100 meters apart (in case I wanted to watch my splits). This was a huge help when it came to sighting, which is the practice of quickly lifting your head up to see that you are on the right course to the next buoy. Swimmers that had fast starts began to fall off of the leading group, and eventually I was able to stop worrying so much about being run into.
During training, I calculated my warm-up distance to be about 1,800 meters. This was the point at which my shoulders had flushed all the built up lactate and would let go. It was at that point where I could really go on autopilot. This point came right about where it should have, at about 1,500 meters. I should also note the added challenge of the sun. The sun rose in such a way that when we got to the first turn buoy, it was in our eyes. It continued to be in our eyes through the second turn and did not subside until we made the third turn, which was either the home turn or the prelude to the second loop, depending on which lap you were on.
About half way through the second loop, I began to pass slower swimmers. They really didn’t present much of an issue and I got through them easily. A really awesome point came when, just after the second turn in the second loop, I saw a couple of pink caps and a couple of silver caps. These were the professionals that had started ten minutes ahead of the rest of us. It was a small victory, but a morale boosting victory nonetheless.
The swim was fairly uneventful and felt good, though I was being a bit conservative. I came out of the water in a time of 54:46. This breaks down to 1:27/100 m (7 seconds slower than my workout pace, annoying) and put me at fourth place in my division and thirtieth overall.
Swim Exit Helix
Upon exiting the lake, racers were directed to run up one of the helices (plural for helix, I had to look it up too) to get to the transition area. It was pretty amazing running up the helix through the throngs of people that lined the entire thing. This included Danielle and Kevin, whom I almost missed because my brain was a little scrambled and there were so many cheering people! I also had one of the professional women running in front of me, so that gave me a focal point. I was a little dizzy from running up the helix too, so I needed to focus on something.
When I got to the wetsuit strippers, I must admit, it was kind of fun to flop and get de-frocked! I ran into the transition bag room and my bag was already in the hand of a volunteer waiting for me. I grabbed it and headed into the men’s transition room (separate rooms because there tends to be nudity) where I was greeted by another volunteer who dumped out my bag and handed me everything I needed as I asked for it. Simply amazing. I got a little scattered during transition and I believe that next time, I will take more time and sacrifice the few seconds so that I can think things through a bit more.
Bike Transition Area
As racers ran out of transition, there was a row of volunteers, about twenty-five strong, bedecked with latex gloves covered with sunscreen. I ran over to them and suddenly, there were about eight hands coating every exposed part of my body. Kind of surreal, but helpful! I then began the run to my bike along the top of the parking attached to Monona Terrace. Another mistake I made was to put on my cycling shoes in the transition room rather than waiting until I got to my bike. This left me running to my bike on my toes, which is fine, but I would have preferred to be in socks. Again, the volunteers had my bike in my hand when I got to my row, ready and waiting for me!
Then I was on my bike and on my way! Riding down the helix at the opposite end from the swim
Bike Course
exit was cool, but it was a non-aggressive area and any aggressive riding would get you a two minute penalty. The bike course, was basically out of town for (roughly) sixteen miles, followed by two loops of a forty mile course and then the same sixteen miles back into town.
About 2.5 miles into the ride, I was cruising along nicely and feeling good. All of a sudden, my rear wheel hit something in the road and I almost lost control. I immediately knew that I had a flat, and pulled over to change it. Now, as I said earlier, I was riding with Zipp “deep-dish” wheels (clinchers). These wheels require a valve extender, which I had never used before. Fortunately, knowing I would be using these wheels, I watched a detailed video on Zipp’s website showing how to install the valve extenders.
It so happened that I stopped right by some volunteers who immediately made sure I was ok and then told me that they had a floor pump, which would make things far easier than my small hand pump. They also checked the road to clear whatever debris I had hit. I must say that, even though I was very angry and I am sure, cursing up a storm, the volunteers were nothing but helpful. It took me about three minutes to get the tire changed and ready to pump. By that point, the bike tech volunteer was on the scene in case I needed any technical help. She offered to put my wheel back on for me so I could avoid getting my hands greasy on the chain. This is where things began to go not-so-well.
As I got back on the bike and headed off, I wasn’t doing much shifting because I was on a flat portion of the course. However, as soon as I had to shift, my rear derailleur went crazy! Before I go on, I want to be clear that I in no way blame the bike tech who helped me. I think something just simply got bumped out of whack when the tire got changed. So, as I rode the derailleur was skipping gears and jumping back and forth on gears, and I didn’t have my best climbing gear at all. I was forced to stop probably five times to try to fix it by fine tuning. Eventually, after about fifty miles, it was reasonably fine.
The bike course at Ironman Wisconsin is hard. I say that not necessarily because it’s of any steep climbs or anything, but because it simply does not let up. From the time you hit the loop, and a bit before for that matter, the hills begin. there are a few hills that are substantial, and even a couple of great downhills (especially one at Garfoot Road where they have to place hay bales for crashes). There are ninety degree turns at the bottom of downhills that immediately go uphill, and hard turns at the top of climbs that keep climbing. The road conditions are not so fantastic. There is one stretch in particular that does it’s best to beat you to death for about three miles.
I am usually a very salty sweater and as such, when I ride, my sweat often drips onto the lenses of my sunglasses. This is annoying because it blurs my vision and is generally gross. The day was also turning out to be much hotter than I had thought. I heard someone say that it was about 85 F in the sun. As I hit the loop, the sweat began to hit my lenses, and I recall being annoyed. However, after about an hour of that I could all of a sudden see more clearly. I believed that this was because I was settling into a rhythm. In fact, it was my body slowing my sweating to a crawl. This is not good. I think I began to notice this about three or so hours into the bike, right about the time we picked up “Special Foods” bags. The bag pickup is when I noticed that I had not packed ANY ELECTROLYTES OR SALT. There were none in myT1 bag, and none in my bike “Special Needs” bag. So, I went into maintenance mode. I tried getting down as much Gatorade Endurance as possible, to no avail. I could only take in about one bottle every twenty minutes. I was also trying to get down water, but again, my stomach simply didn’t have the room.
At about mile 80 the leg cramps began. It started in such a way that I could simply ride out of the saddle for a bit and they would stop, but after a point, no matter which way I situated myself, my legs simply would not stop cramping. So, rather than get angry, I did my best to remain calm, pulled to the side of the road and sat on the ground with my legs in a neutral position until the cramps subsided. You may be asking why I didn’t stretch, and believe me, I tried that. The problem was, when I tried to stretch my hamstrings, my quadriceps would cramp and when I tried to stretch my quadriceps, my hamstrings would go into knots. So, neutral was the only way to go.
A bit more about the course; as you ride into the town of Verona, and it’s outskirts, there is an amazing, festival-like atmosphere. It is something akin to Alpe d’Huez in the Le Tour de France. There are people lining the climb, cheering you on, patting you on the back and messages of encouragement written in chalk on the road. Upon arriving in Verona, the cheers are deafening as you ride through the barricaded crowds. Again, simply amazing.
The ironic part of my bike leg is that after I bonked (and yes, I did in fact bonk. HARD), I was riding quite well. I think this was due to the act that to avoid complete shutdown of my muscles, I had to be efficient. This paid big dividends in terms of pace. There were more stops scattered throughout the rest of my ride, but again, I stayed calm and did what I had to do.
When we finally made the turn back toward Madison, I was feeling so elated, that I seemed to be ok for the majority of the ride in. Again, riding up the helix this time, was just as amazing. So much cheering from overhead and upon arriving to the dismount line, your bike was taken from you and the crowds went nuts! My bike time was 6:29:47 with an average speed of 17.2 mph. I must say that I added at LEAST 30 minutes to my bike split with all the stopping I did. That said, I am pretty proud of my actual riding. Nutrition, not so much.
As I got into T2, I knew that I needed to take sometime. I had put a Pedialyte in my transition bag specifically to replace electrolytes. I also asked the transition room volunteers if they had any salt. They had electrolyte tablets, which I welcomed. I took my time and kind of just sat there for a few collecting myself. Then I began the marathon.
As I headed out on the run, I was well aware that for me, this was rapidly becoming a race of
attrition. A volunteer was kind enough to point out the insane amount of salt that was coating my jersey and told me to make sure I got some salt in me. About 3 miles into the run, I saw Tory from Newton Running, and it was a much needed boost, not so much in pace or anything, just in morale. Tory ran with me for about a quarter of a mile, asking if I was doing ok and telling me I looked like I was doing well. This meant so much to me.
I decided early on in the run, that I would not run any of the uphills and I stuck to that. This was especially helpful because at about mile 5, I began to overheat. So, when I got to aid stations, which were located every mile, I stopped if I needed to. I just told to volunteers manning the stations that would be sitting down for a few minutes and not to worry, I was fine. After I began taking small breaks, I did a bit of run walk alternating. This seemed to work out ok. however, at about mile ten, I began having a hard time urinating (pardon the gross details). I knew that all I could do was to keep taking in chips and gatorade at the aid stations.
Annie and Bubba
The way the run course is set up, the half way point is right beside the finish line. As I got into the downtown area, near the finish/halfway point, I saw Kevin and Danielle for the first time since that morning. It was awesome! I felt so elated and happy to see them, and one of my dogs, Bubba. A bit further and closer to the finish, I again saw Tory with Tim this time. Tory, once again, made my day by walking with me for a bit and offering words of encouragement. I distinctly remember telling her that I was sorry for having to walk in a shoe that is the epitome of a running shoe!
I continued on to the turn around. On the way back I waved to Tory and Tim and saw Danielle and Kevin again. They informed me that J was about a mile behind me. I figured he’d catch me pretty soon since I was walking a lot. Sure enough, he caught me at about mile 14 or so. He was also having a rough go of it on the run. I would like to take a second to thank J for walking with me and stopping with me and waiting for me. It meant so much to have a friend there to talk to and with whom to commiserate. I can tell him a thousand times and he’ll never know how much that meant.
J and I walked together from about mile 14 until about mile 20. He wanted to see what his legs could do, and I was happy to let him at it. I continued to walk, eventually passing by a woman who asked me how much further we had to go. I told her about 4 miles and kept going. However, I noticed a distinct note of exhaustion in her voice and I told her to come and walk with me. She did, her name was Julie and we walked and talked for about the next two miles. Her husband had finished about the time J had. This too was her first Ironman and she was, like me having a hard time. It was again, so nice to have company to talk to. With about 2 miles to go, we began running. With about a 3/4 of a mile to go, I asked Julie if she wouldn’t mind if I went ahead. She was happy to oblige.
That last bit of the race went by in a flash. I know if was adrenaline and endorphins, but I felt like new. I approached the finish and felt overcome with so many feelings that to begin to describe them here would add another page to this report. Then I heard the words I had been waiting to hear. “Brandon Wood, you are an Ironman!”
Tomorrow I will begin writing the many portions of my race report for the 2009 Ironman Wisconsin. Before I begin, I wanted to take a moment to say thank you to each and every person who sent me an email, a tweet, a Facebook message or a comment. It is truly thanks to you ALL that I was pushed and supported to finish my race.
Thanks to you, I am an Ironman!
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Christopher McDougall, author of Born to Run, appeared on Comedy Central in a great interview with Jon Stewart on The Daily Show. While it is a great interview (for being so brief), I am more than a little biased and much prefer my interview with Chris HERE.
Check out the video of Chris’ Daily Show appearance below!
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Heart Transplant Patient to Run Kona!!
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As endurance athletes, we all have little tricks that keep us moving. This morning, I found a new one for myself. Yesterday I read the passage in Dean Karnazes‘ book, Ultramarathon Man where, in the middle of “The Relay”, (a 199 mile race from Calistoga, California to the beach at Santa Cruz, California usually run by relay teams where each member runs three legs of 5.5 miles (Dean did it alone)) he is worried about the last 65 miles of the race he had left to go. His wife said not to worry about the next 65 miles, but just worry about getting to the next light pole, or the next 65 feet.
As I got up this morning at 4:45 AM, I was greeted, not with a dimly lit sky showing the first beams of the sunrise, but rather with a sky that I imagine looked just the same in the middle of the night. The overcast skies brought along with them a light mist, some wispy fog and about 90% humidity. Nevertheless, out the door I went, ready for an arduous run through air as thick as molasses.
Fortunately, it was not quite as hot as it has been for the last few days in the pre-dawn hours. The temperature was a mild seventy degrees and the mist felt good on my skin. Now, I have noticed recently that it takes me somewhere between two and four miles before I warm up and realy feel good on my runs. Coincidentally, that is also the approximate distance on which I am on a slight uphill.
As I got into the run, the thick air did indeed start to stick in my lungs a little bit, as expected. So, I focused on remaining relaxed with my breathing and inhaling down to my groin. This helped a bit, but I need some more encouragement, and since I was the only one around, it had to come from me. So, I saw a light pole bout one hundred yards ahead. I said (yes, out loud), “Hey light pole! You’re mine!”, and then I went and got that light pole. When I got there, I looked at the incline in front of me and said to the tree at the end, “Hey tree! You’re mine!”
I kept this up for most of my seven miles and it felt so great! I have recently started running, sans Ipod, and I have found that due to this I have the time to become much more introspective about what I’m doing. Contrary to what I initially thought would happen, this has resulted in my runs feeling more easy and they seem to go by much faster. Of course, it helped this morning that I was pushing my pace a bit.
What do you do when you need encouragement and you’re the only one there?
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This past Saturday, August 1, 2009, my best friend, Bobby Cockrill, became an Ironman.
Bobby was a racer in the twentieth annual Vineman, the oldest independant Ironman distance triathlon held in the continental United States in Sonoma, California. If you’ve read or listened to Brandon’s Marathon in the past then you probably know that I started this site simultaneously with Bobby starting (the seldom updated) Bobby’s Marathon. Over the past roughly eighteen months, Bobby and I have seen each other go from running our first marathon, to our first sprint, olympic and half-Ironman distance triathlons to this, the culmination of hours upon hours of Bobby’s hard work and training.
Bobby raced as a member of the Greater Los Angeles chapter of the Lukemia & Lymphoma Society’s Team in Training. Bobby is one of the most gifted and generous people I know and below is a passage from his website that I think captures that:
We are a drop of water in the ocean of life but if you get enough of use together we can make a difference and I want to be apart of that difference! If we can just drown away one persons worries or sorrows than we have succeeded. “A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove…but the world may be different because I was important in the life of a child.”
All that said, I am not only exceedingly proud not just to know Bobby, but to be able to call him my friend.
I’m not sure of the exact date when I discovered Newtons, but thanks to this site, I can tell you the first time I spoke about them on my show. It is BMP #16 at about 29 minutes in. From that point, much of the research I did on the shoes themselves was done away from Brandon’s Marathon. I did however, talk some about the technology of the shoe and how it works. I also encouraged people to go to their website rather than hear the information secondhand from me. I STILL encourage everyone to do this.
The first time I tried Newtons was in October in Richmond, Virginia when I was picking up my race packet for a sprint triathlon I was doing. The store where the pickup was located was also a Newton dealer. I asked and they happily allowed me to take a pair of trainers for a spin around the block. They were exactly what I was looking for and felt amazing. Before anyone suggests that they felt “amazing” because I wanted them to feel “amazing”, I made a promise to myself when I began this website that I would be as transparent with my audience as possible, sharing every feeling that I had (though not necessarily every event). I have kept that promise, and not in the way our government is “transparent”, rather, for real.
Due to the fact that Newtons do cost a bit more than many running, a fact which does not escape me or my wallet, I could not immediately get my hands on a pair. Also, I wanted to wait because at the time, Newton had announced a new, all-weather shoe, that would be more appropriate for running in New York City in the winter, which would not be shipped until the end of the year or early the following year. For my birthday (December 2) my father and stepmother gave me my first pair of Newtons (which wouldn’t be in my hands for a couple of weeks, but what can you do?)!
My Newtons arrived on December 15, 2008. I know it seems excessive that I know when they arrived, but again, thanks to this site I have a record. Before then, I had been slowly transitioning to forefoot for a while and my legs were more than ready. As luck would have it, I had a race about five days after getting my Newtons, however, Mother Nature intervened and dumped a ton of snow on the city and Central Park was a cold, slushy, snowy, icy mess, so I opted for my Vomero’s. With the exception of some extremely snowy or disgusting weather runs, that was the last time I would go Newton-less.
But, WHY did I switch? The answer to that question has a few layers. First, as I said earlier, I was blissfully unaware of what running actually was. For me it was something where I just went out and did it to lose weight or to look better, but now I was doing it because it was fun! Yes some of the long, boring mile remained long and boring, but they were not so laborious as before. Keep in mind that I did not all of a sudden get my Newtons and begin forefoot/midfoot striking, I had been doing it for a while in my existing shoes. Newtons, due to their minimal heel-toe drop (about 1/6 of an inch), allowed me to use a much more “piston-like” (up and down) action with my legs rather than having to force my toes down to overcome the giant wedge of my Nike’s.
Second; I wanted to go farther and longer. This part is less about Newtons, “the shoe” and more about the technique which they use and promote. Over time, I had come to discover, through trial, that forefoot running, with a shorter, more efficient stride, allowed me to go longer with minimal fatigue. It also allowed me to get up hills, where before I had to walk, I could now run up no problem. I know that this, again, may sound like a bit of, “hey mom! look how I can run faster and jump higher in my new shoes!!” syndrome, but again, this is NOT about the shoe, but about the technique that they promote. As I said before, I am not a small, lanky runner type of guy. I am tall and big and can bench-press about 275 lbs. (or could before I began trying to lean out for my Ironman). I have not had a single injury, save for ITBS which was existing, since running in Newtons. Not shinsplints, not plantar fasciitis, not knee pain, nothing.
Third; when you go to Newton’s website, you will notice that, while they are a shoe company, they are less about the shoes themselves and more about running healthy. On their YouTube channel, there are seven videos talking about the shoes themselves but EIGHTEEN videos that are about running technique and testimonials. In my experience this embodies what Newton is all about. They are taking a stake in the general health of the world around them and promoting running healthy, shoes or no shoes. When the guys from Newton came to New York this past June and did a running clinic, about half the people there were wearing Newtons and the other half not. While they definitely told us about their shoes a bit and why they were different, not ONCE did they say, “Now go buy our shoes!”.
I wear Newtons because they work for me. I wear Newtons because they promote a technique that I believe in. I wear Newtons because when I wear them, I’m not “getting through” a run, I’m just running! If you have never tried a pair, try them! What do you have to lose? If your shoes work for you and you have zero problems, don’t try them. But don’t knock it until you try it.
I don’t work for Newton, and everything I’ve said in the parts of this article are how I feel. When I run in my Newtons, or barefoot with the same technique, I feel alive. I feel like I want to run, not like I have to.
If I recall correctly, the first time I heard anything about forefoot/midfoot running was in an article in Men’s Health in 2006 in an article entitled, “The Men Who Live Forever”, by Christopher McDougall. Thus, it was quite something, when three years later Christopher McDougall became the first interview on my podcast for his book, Born to Run. The paragraphs in the article that caught my eye were:
One of Hartmann’s star clients, marathon world-record holder Paula Radcliffe, has been training in the Nike Free, a new, minimalist slipper designed to mimic the range of motion of a naked foot. Alan Webb, America’s best miler, also works out in the Free. Webb had been hobbled by foot injuries early in his career, but after he started barefoot exercises, his injuries disappeared, and his shoe size shrank, from a 12 to a 9. “My foot muscles became so strong, they pulled my arches up,” says Webb. “Wearing too much shoe prevents you from tapping into the natural gait you have when landing on the ground.”
Perhaps this was what I had witnessed while trying to keep up with Alejandro. Watching him run, I was surprised to find that instead of the long, galloping stride I’d expected, he never stretched out his legs at all. He kept his knees bent and his forefeet padding down directly under his body, as if he were riding an invisible unicycle.
“Exactly!” says Ken Mierke, an exercise physiologist and the creator of the barefoot-modeled Evolution Running technique. “That’s why they don’t get hurt.” Mierke believes there is a perfect, Tarahumara-like footstrike that can guarantee you will run longer and faster, and drastically reduce your chances of injury. The key is to stay off your heel and to use your leg as a pistonlike shock absorber.
“You wouldn’t jump off a ladder and land on your heels, right?” Mierke asks. “Same with running. If you land on your heel, your leg is straight, and the impact is smashing into one joint after the other. If you land on your forefoot, however, with the leg bent, it absorbs shock using elastic tissues instead of bone.”
A while later, I stumbled across an article in the New York Times from 2005 entitled, “Kick Off Your Shoes and Run Awhile”, funnily enough, also by Christopher McDougall. By that time, I was a few month into Brandon’s Marathon (both the site and podcast) and was sharing my trials and tribulations with an online audience. With both of McDougall’s articles fueling my curiosity, I took to the treadmill.
At first, I was landing much too far forward, literally on my toes. I was also attempting this new form of running in shoes that had all but taken away my ability to strike the ground with my forefoot due to the heel-toe drop (again, the difference in height between the heel and the toe). Even my first ungainly attempts at forefoot running, with my toes taking a beating and my feet WAY too far out in front of me, I could already feel what I was looking for, or rather didn’t feel. This was in September of 2008. You can hear me talk about all these discoveries in Brandon’s Marathon Podcast, Episode 16.
I was hooked.
I discovered, the hard way, that to change to a forefoot/midfoot technique takes time. Newton says this very clearly on their website. I had very sore calves and even a touch of achilles tendinitis. So, I slowed down and began to take my time, doing a little bit of forefoot running mixed in with my runs…which kept getting longer.
As soon as I heard about forefoot running for the second time, I began to Google it (as is the custom it seems). and THAT is when I found Newton Running.
Thanks so much for visiting my site! My name is Brandon Wood and I am an opera singer living and trying to make it in New York City. This site and podcast follow my adventures on the way to competing in and training for all kinds of endurance events, especially triathlon and running. Click the "About Me" tab for more info!
