Rocket City Marathon and Recover from the Holidays 50K

It's a Twofer!
RCM & RFH 50K

This is a tale of two races.  Both are part of the Huntsville Track Club's Grand Slam. With the Dizzy 50K in the books, it was time to take on two more of the four races -- the Rocket City Marathon on December 9th, and later, the Recover from the Holidays 50K, on December 31st. 

Rocket City Marathon

A cold snap hit Huntsville the week of the marathon, and starting temperatures were in the upper 20's.  I knew from past experience that if you dress like an Eskimo at the start of a cold race, you will wind up melting as the temperatures begin to rise.  So, I opted to wear a toboggan and gloves. (Yes, my northern friends, the thing on your head is a toboggan and the thing you ride in the snow is a sled. A sled is not a toboggan.)

As the race progressed, I was feeling pretty good.  I was hoping to break 4 hours and I was hanging with the 3:58 pace group.    

Around mile 18, a bit of a controversy ensued.  As you can see from the picture below, I was clearly by myself, in the lead of the 3:58 pacing group.  Running fast, as the Saturn V was about to launch.  However.....

As you see here Kathy Youngren, superimposed her picture into this frame to give the appearance that she was ahead of me.  So sad, so unnecessary.  Kathy has ran in several 10Ks, marathons, and other races -- there's no need to list them, we'll just call them, "other races."  So, she has nothing to prove, and yet this.  Anyway, out of the goodness of my heart, I let her cross the finish line ahead of me, by a few minutes.  Did I mention that it was out of the goodness of my heart? Well, it was. I didn't break 4 hours.  I finished in 4:00:18. :/

(Kathy wrote her name on her bib)

Recover from the Holidays 50K

Well, time marched on, and as the end of 2017 approached, I once again toed the line at the Recover from the Holidays 50K.  Christy Scott is the race director.  Along with her husband Tony, they've made RFH a truly great event.

(An artist rendering of Christy. She's my friend.)

 It was the coldest start of the RFH that any of us could remember.  I think it was around 21 degrees and it never got above 27.  Also, there was a strong north wind that kept one wide awake during the race. 

(Starting the race, with my Alabama Crimson Tide gloves. The next day we beat Clemson. Also, I have to say, #nuunhydration kept me going.  Love the grape flavor.)

RFH is a loop course, and on every loop we get to run up and down this little hill.  As the day wears on, the hill gets steeper and longer. Go figure.

 The eventual winner of RFH was Josh Whitehead, pictured here.  Josh is super fast and a really nice guy.  Each time he lapped me - which he did frequently, he offered a word of encouragement, to an old broken down trail runner. Josh finished in 3:59:49.  I finished in 6:20:15.  My life coach, Stephen Hawking, assured me that in the overall space time continuum, that really wasn't much of a difference. -- practically inconsequential.

A couple other people I need mention:  Lindsey "Slim Shady" Hardesty tracked me down like a wounded animal.  Every lap I could see her chipping away into my lead.  Eventually the inevitable happened; she passed me and said, Eat my dust old man, and she tripped me, and threw a rock at me.  No respect for her elders.

On the flip side, Brad Ryder finished ahead of me, but shouted words of support when he saw me. I appreciated that Brad.

I can't say enough about the volunteers who weathered the extremely cold temperatures to work the aid station, and the timing table, and all the other behind the scenes work that went into the race. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

So the final race of the Grand Slam is Mountain Mist, at the end of January.  I'll let you know how it goes. I'll probably fall and lose some teeth. Karma. 

Hobbs Island 10K! Always a Good Time.

Hobbs Island 10K 

The Hobbs Island 10K is quickly becoming one of my favorite races.  It's wedged between the Turkey Trot 5K on Thanksgiving morning, and the Rocket City Marathon, two weeks later.  It seems the 10K distance is becoming an endangered species in the running community, giving way to a plethora of 5Ks.  That's why this race is all the more special.  My friend Martin Schneekloth is the Race Director; he transformed the Huntsville Track Club's (HTC) scholarship fundraiser into a new distance. I recall, in the past, it was an 8K.  The race also has a new location. It's been moved from Downtown Huntsville, to Ditto Landing, on the Tennessee River. Martin may have had some help with the distance and location from the Track Club, but nonetheless, the outcome is one great race.  It's going on its 3rd year.  

I've ran each of the three years.  The course changed after the first year, due to some conflicts with the Huntsville Police Department.  I think it was a public safety issue. Sections of the race were run on roads that were not closed off, this caused the HPD to have understandable concerns. Also, I recall there was a staffing issue.  Given that the race falls on a Holiday weekend, I think it was straining HPD resources.   

Anyway, it all worked out for the best.  While the HPD still supports the race, it doesn't require as much manpower and the new course is flat and fast.  However, I can't explain how my course PR was set on the old course which had a sizable climb about halfway through.  I'll chalk it up to younger legs.

(Early into the race.)

It's a incredibly scenic race, taking you down and back on the Aldridge Creek Greenway and then circling by the Tennessee River.  I couldn't appreciate all of the views, because I was sucking wind for most of the race.

Somewhere around mile 4, I got my second wind and had negative splits for miles 5 and 6. Although it was a cold start, I'm glad I ditched my jacket before the start of the race.  Many runners dressed for the cold start, and I think they started melting around mile 3. I've learned the hard way that it's better to freeze at the start of a race, rather than overdressing and turning your clothes into a mini sauna.

(Crossing the finish line, with this nice couple.  They kind of made me feel bad because they were racing with hydration packs on, and I still could not seem to pass them. :/ )

One great aspect of  Hobbs Island is to be able to hang out at the finish line and congratulate runners as they cross the line.  If you haven't given this race a shot, I would highly recommend it.  It's well organized and the door prizes are over the top.

I've never received one. Hint, Hint.


My Times

2015: 48:16:00
2016: 51:16:67 (too much Thanksgiving leftovers)
2017: 48:46:07 (30 seconds off my PR)
                

A Rough Dizzy 50K and My Hopes for Becoming the Hulk are Dashed

The Dizzy Fifties 50K 2017

A New Course

I will get to the Hulk story in a bit, but I will start with my history at the Dizzy 50's.  I've toed the line at this race five times before, and one year I did the 40 mile option, along with Suzanne Erickson.  I was training for something, I guess.  Anyway, over time, things changed and Ryan Chaffin has taken over as Race Director and along with that, he laid out a new course.  I'm going to say it is much more difficult than the old course, simply because I clocked a terrible time on this course - 7:39:37.  

Before the race, I was feeling pretty good about the race, because I had dusted off my old Youngren training plan from the Graveyard 100 in 2015, and re-purposed it for the Lake Martin 100, which I'm going to be running in March.  I was well into training, putting up a 60 mile week before Dizzy, and running another 60 mile week with the inclusion of Dizzy.  

However, my mistake was that I had run most of the miles on the road, with very little trail running at this point.

Once again, as part of my overall training for Lake Martin, I had signed up for the Huntsville Track Club's Grand Slam.  The Grand Slam consists of completing the Dizzy 50K, the Rocket City Marathon, Recover from the Holidays 50K, and a little ol' run on Monte Sano called the Mountain Mist 50K.  All of these races take place in roughly a 10 week span of time.

 (A picture of this year's Grand Slammers, before the start of Dizzy)

(Tim Pitt getting dialed in before the race.)

Let's Start the Race

Ryan Chaffin gave a few pre-race announcements, pointing out the layout of the course, which only served to confuse me.  Anyway the race started with a shout of go, followed by a late air horn blast, by James Hurley, which was pretty funny and good for a laugh as things got rolling. 

The course consists of a north loop, which is pretty technical, followed by a south loop which is less technical, but it's where I like to fall - a lot, just to spring me back into the moment. There's nothing like falling on a gravel road to make you feel like a true trail runner. 

(This is a picture coming up a climb on the South Loop.  I look deranged.)

 (A couple more pics.)

The Loops Keep Coming 

The Dizzy consists of three full loops that are approximately 10.5 miles.  As I came through my second loop, I see my friend, Cary Long sitting down in the pavilion.  He said two loops were all he was doing today.  Cary had come off the Barkley Fall Classic, and had not been doing a lot of running since.  I felt his pain, but I decided to keep pushing for the finish, even if it would mainly consist of the "Shar Shuffle" - a horrible name that has been given to me due to a few slow finishes, when I fake running by simply swinging my arms, and kind of shuffling.

However, I think we will have to call two loops at the Dizzy -- the Fun Run.  

(Cary Long before his Fun Run) 

Now the Story of the Incredible Hulk

I was on my last loop at Dizzy when I see Collen Wilson-Hodge catching up with me.  Her husband Andy had already witnessed at least two of my spectacular falls -- but I digress.  With Collen closing in on me, I knew I had a great opportunity to find out if I could get hit with enough gamma rays, could I become the Incredible Hulk -- which would be really cool.

Collen is a NASA scientist, and the Principal Investigator (or PI as those of us in the community call it), on the Fermi Gamma Burst Monitor.

Here's an excerpt from an interview with Collen: 

"When we built GBM and launched it on Fermi in 2008, we designed it to detect gamma-ray bursts well," said Wilson-Hodge. "Back then, it was only slated to fly for five years. Today, GBM is at the forefront of an entirely new type of science, ushering in this new era of multi-messenger astronomy."

Gamma-ray bursts are the most powerful explosions in the cosmos. Since beginning operations, GBM has triggered on over 2,000 gamma-ray bursts. With 14 detectors pointed in different directions, GBM sees the entire sky not blocked by Earth. It's sensitive to X-rays and gamma rays with energies between 8,000 and 40 million electron volts (eV). For comparison, the energy of visible light ranges between about 2 and 3 eV."

So, I asked Collen, if I could get hit with that level of Gamma radiation, could I become the Hulk?!?

As, she passed me, she said, "No, you would die."

(A picture of Collen on the course, before she dashed my dreams)

Well, I regrouped from the sad news, and managed to finish the race.  All in all, it was a good day on the trails with a bunch of good runners.

(Crossing the finishing line, with Melissa Hopper on my heels.)

  

Barkley Fall Classic 2017

The Barkley Fall Classic

Embracing an Epic Fail

"It is difficult to free fools from the chains they revere." -- Voltaire

Base Camp Wartburg

(The smile of a man who has no idea for what awaits.)

 

I arrived in Wartburg, TN and made my way to the American Legion building for packet pickup, feeling confident in my training for this adventure. After all, I had run over Green Mountain, logged many miles, and had several runs over Cecil Ashburn.  Surely that would serve me well for this race.  Right? Wrong.

 

Nothing in my experience prepared me for Frozen Head.  Nothing.  I remember talking to DeWayne Satterfield after the Firecracker 5K on July 4th.  When he found out I was running the BFC, he laughed and said, "I can't wait to hear what you think of Rat Jaw." I laughed and said, "I'll let you know."

The Start

I arrived at the starting line and quickly several Huntsville (and vicinity) runners started to gather.  As I recall, we were talking about everything other than the race.  Cary Long was enthralled with
Dr. Robert Youngren's short sleeve shirt.  It looked like something that came off of the set of Sanford and Son; however Dr. Youngren said he liked the ability to unbutton his shirt to stay cool.  The thought of this made Cary swoon.

When Laz lit his cigarette the race started, and we were off.  The first stretch was down a paved road, past the yellow gate and then we veered off onto Old Mac, or Mac something.  Anyway it was a trail much like you would find on Monte Sano, so I was right at home.  The sun had yet to rise, but there was  enough light to run on the trail.  However, the race soon became like another Tennessee 50K -- Stump Jump.  Conga lines were forming.  I didn't get too concerned because I figured we were all in the same situation. 

Now you're going to have to forgive me, because I didn't know where the hell I was most of the time during this race, but the next thing I recall I was running down this really pristine trail that had shards of sunlight streaming through the trees.  David Nast caught up with me and said I had a really good pace going.  So, I had that going for me. 

 



Then, the next thing I know, I was running/sliding/falling down Testicle Spectacle towards a little white church. At some point, I did a slow motion tumble over a log, and of course David Nast was there to laugh at me.  That's what runners do. It was along this stretch that I saw Dr. Robert Youngren approaching me in the opposite direction, coming back from the church.  Now, Dr. Youngren and his wife Kathy are the new parents of a beautiful baby girl.  So as Rob approached, I yelled, "Hey Pop!"  At that moment, Rob laughed (I guess), took his eyes off the trail and fell ass backwards into a stream -- which I'm sure was chock full of raccoon fecal matter.  With a smile on his face, I heard him blame me for his fall, and as any good trail runner would do, I just kept running (or crawling). Also, I saw Dana Overton, Martin Schneekloth, DeWayne Satterfield and others coming up. 

So after getting my bib punched at the church, I started the climb back up Testicle. Actually, the ascent was a lot better than the descent and I was feeling pretty good about my prospects. 

 (making my way up a kinder section of testicle spectacle)

 

(Topping out on TS)

 

 

One's reward for making it to the top of TS, is to descend down Meth Lab Hill.  It is a sharp descent and most of my time was either crab walking, sliding on my butt, or occasionally being able to stand upright.

 



 

 (Saying a prayer and checking my hose before descending Meth Lab.  She was checking her hose too.)

 

After getting down to the bottom of Meth Lab, we hit a nice and welcomed runnable trail that emptied out on a road that took us over to the Brushy Mountain State prison.  We ran through some Walking Dead like cell blocks, out into the prison yard, climbed a ladder up and over a wall, then went under the prison to a dark tunnel with running water under our feet. (You're more than welcome to diagram that last sentence.)  I had my headlamp in my pocket, and held it in my hand as this other dude and I made our way out.  He thanked me.

 

 



(Escaping Brushy Mountain Prison)

 

As we approached Rat Jaw, I heard some guy say we had 30 minutes to get to the top, climb the Fire Tower and get our bib punched.  That sounded doable.

 

The first several yards of Rat Jaw were not bad at all.  I was thinking this thing is overrated.  Testicle was tougher than this.  That mirage soon disappeared into a god awful slog up the side of this mountain.  I made it to a small clearing and there was this guy who was talking to a volunteer and he said he couldn't go back down, and couldn't go up. The volunteer told him the Park Rangers could get him off from this point, but they might not be happy.  I decided at that point, that my Barkley "win" would just be to make to the top of Rat Jaw. 

 

To appreciate Rat Jaw is to understand there are no switchbacks, just a straight up climb.  At times you are reduced to crawling.  While Sword, an electrolyte drink, had served me well to this point, it had gone warm in my hydration pack.  Every sip simply came back up.  I threw up three times and laid down a couple of times to cool down and regroup.  For those that finished this thing, I know this sounds sad. 

 

Long story short, I finally made it to the top of Rat Jaw.  Later I took a count of my yellow jacket stings. I had 24.  I knew I was getting stung, but after a while I just didn't seem to care.  In fact at one point a yellow jacket sat down on my knee, and said, "Hey friend, since you are moving so slow, and are pretty much a sitting duck, do you mind if me and a few of my buds sting the hell out of you?"  I was feeling pretty generous, so I said, "Have at it."

 



 (An anonymous young lady doing a good job of summing up Rat Jaw - stock photo)

 

The Park Rangers at the top of Rat Jaw were great.  They let me lay down in their John Deere Gator while we waited on a couple of other runners to crest the top of Rat Jaw. 

 

I heard them talking about the Tennessee / Florida game.  I confessed that I was an Alabama fan, and if the they wanted to dig a hole and bury me here, that would be fine.  They laughed and said they didn't want to pollute their park with an Alabama fan.  We all laughed at that one.  But I noticed they were packing Glocks, so I didn't revisit the offer.

After we started down the hill, in the ride of shame, we picked up a young lady from Australia at an aid station. She said her quads locked up and she was done.  We had a nice conversation going down. She was from Sydney, and said to get any kind of elevation training, she and her friends had to drive (on the wrong side of the road) over an hour to get to some hills.  She said, they just ran them up and down.  The Park Ranger that was driving us down, said he wanted to run the BFC next year.  My Australian friend replied that he will gain a whole new perspective of his park -- mostly on his hands and knees, and butt. He laughed.

We continued chatting after we got dropped off, and I found out she was staying in Oak Ridge.  I suggested she try Outback Steakhouse for dinner. 

Conclusion

I'm not going back.  I'm in awe of finishers like Liz Canty, Dana Overton, Martin Schneekloth, Dr. Rob "Pop" Youngren, Jay Crosby, Jeff Deaton and David Thurman -- getting the Croix de Barque on his third attempt.

The marathon finishers deserve a lot of praise as well.  That's a hell of an accomplishment in its own right.

Laz described the Barkley Fall Classic as a wilderness run, and it surely is.

 

    

 



 

  

 

 



 

 

 

 



St. Jude Rock n Roll Nashville Marathon 2017

30,000 Runners, Heat, Humidity and Hills - What could go wrong?

  

 

The End is Near

 

As I crossed the finish line, I made my way to a guard rail that separated the runners from the finish line spectators.  I grabbed the rail leaned over and threw up, and then once more for good measure.  The heat had beat me down.  I collected myself long enough to make it to the nice volunteers who were handing out finisher medals. Generally, the medal is placed around your neck, but in this case I just asked them to hand it to me.  I didn't want to run the risk of throwing up on an unsuspecting volunteer. 

 

I told Rose that I would meet her at the Beer Garden after the race, so I walked a few hundred yards and made it to the entrance.  I was in no shape to go into the "garden," but since they were only serving Michelob Ultra, it wasn't a huge loss.

 

I laid down under a tree, threw up again, which prompted Rose to seek out a couple of EMT's from the nearby medical tent.  This whole scene takes place in the parking lot of Nissan Stadium, home of the Tennessee Titans.  The EMT's helped me over to the medical tent, and sat me down in a chair, got some ice on me, checked my blood pressure, took my pulse and listened to my heart rate.  Apparently, they did not like what they were hearing. My heart rate was erratic.  They said it could be caused by an electrolyte imbalance, but to be safe they wanted to get me to an ER to get checked out.   So, here comes an ambulance.  I get loaded up, and the first IV of the day gets started.

 

On my way to the ER, I had a chance to reflect on how it all ended up this way.

 

Race Day Morning

As I made my way from my hotel to the race start, I could tell the forecast was accurate.  It was already in the 60's and the high was expected to reach the high 80's, with the humidity hovering around 70%.

There were 40 corrals, with full and half marathoners placed in the same corrals. Although I was placed in corral 15 with an anticipated finish time of 4:05, I wasn't too concerned. I knew this was not going to be a PR kind of day, but I wanted to get into an even pace and work through the miles.

Due to the anticipated heat, the race officials decided, rightfully so, to move the start time back to 6:45 am.  Once the gun sounded, my corral made it to the start line by 7:03.  Less than a mile into the race, many runners had started to walk, as the race moved from a four lane boulevard to neighborhood streets, people were now walking 3 and 4 abreast in the middle of the street.

As I picked and weaved my way through corrals that were ahead of me, I knew I was expending energy, just trying to get a clear lane, and set a decent pace. 

The half marathoners split off at 11 miles, and that really opened things up.

The Course

The course is scenic and provides a great tour of Nashville.  It takes you by the bars and honky tonks on Broadway, downtown Nashville, Music Row, and at mile 17 you even get to run around the Nashville Sounds ballpark -- you swing down onto the outfield track, run past third base, around home plate, past first base and then back to the outfield, and then you exit the park -- pretty cool.  The Rock and Roll part of the race really plays a motivating factor.  Every couple of miles there is a band playing.  Also, through the neighborhoods, people would have their own sound systems cranking.  I heard everything from Devo's Whip It, to the theme from Rocky. 

Once I factored in the heat, and the fact that this was as much an event, as it was a marathon, it was just easy to go with the flow.  The medical tents were great, they would hand out Gatorade, with salt already mixed into it. They were usually stationed about a half, to a quarter of mile from an aid station, so you could quickly get the salt taste out of your mouth with a cup of water.  Also, there was one aid station that offered ice cold pickle juice, to help with cramps.  I love ice cold pickle juice.  It really helps.   

Around mile 22, I was reduced to the old marathon shuffle.  I was just trying to grind it out. The heat and humidity started taking a toll.  Did I mention that there are a bunch of small, rolling hills?  If I didn't, I'll just say, there are a bunch of small, rolling hills. By the time, I reached mile 24, the occasional dry heave had started.

I got across the finish line, and you know the rest of the story.  I will just say the ER doctor and nurses at Saint Thomas were great. I got two more IVs, they ran an EKG -- my heart is in good shape, and they took some blood. I wasn't crazy about them taking my "core" temperature. Let's just say it's the opposite of opening your mouth and saying, "ahhh."

As I walked out of my room, I heard a nurse call from down the hall, "Do you need a wheelchair?"  I looked around, because I was sure she was talking to someone else.  I said, "Who, me?"  I told her I could walk out.  We skipped the cab, and walked five blocks back to the hotel.

Everything turned out okay.  I got a medal with lights, a finisher's jacket, and a nice tech shirt.  And more than anything, I was able, with the help of friends, to raise money for St. Jude Children's Research Hospital.  It's a great cause, but a tough race.

 



(Managing a smile after upchuck 1 & 2. #Nuunbassador2017 #NuunLove)

 

 





HTC Rocket Run 10 Miler

The 43rd Annual Rocket Run 10 miler
I'm just getting around to it.

 

 

New Stuff

 

Every year I try to enter a new race, or at least new to me.  For years, I've seen the Rocket Run 10 miler pop up, but I never registered for it.  I guess I couldn't appreciate the distance.  Because it's not a 10K or half marathon, just something in between, it didn't resonate with me.  My outlook on this distance changed last year when on a whim, I signed up at the last minute for the Firecracker Chase 10.2 mile race in Fayetteville, TN.  I realized this is a great distance for a race.  It really allows you to push yourself.  There's not a lot of managing a race at this distance.  It's all about how much you can pour yourself into it.

 

A Historic Little Town

 

The race takes place in the historic little town of Mooresville, AL.  The town is about the size of a postage stamp.  It's small, but consists of beautiful old homes, and the race starts at the "Old Brick Church."  This race is free to members of the Huntsville Track Club, so I was surprised to see that Martin Schneekloth was not at this race.  Apparently, he chose to run the Savage Gulf Marathon, which requires an entry fee. I will leave it to the reader to discern what I'm implying.   

 

 

The Race Begins

I went out at a pretty good clip.  At one point I looked at my watch and realized I was running below a 7 minute pace.  I knew I had to slow down or I would blow up at some point.  As I passed the 1 mile mark, I was running about 7:45.  I maintained an 8:00 minute pace as I ran up a long frontage road that ran parallel to I-565. From miles 3 to 4, the gradual climb and rolling nature of the road began to take its toll, and my pace fell off to around 8:19.

The Middle and the push to the Finish line!

At mile 5, I clocked an 8:29 pace, and by mile 6, I was at 8:44.  As I reached an aid station on the other side of 6 miles, I saw Graham Gallamore working the station.  Graham gave me a shout out and that was a much needed lift.  Graham is a ten time Mountain Mist 50K finisher -- a proud group who has an awesome jacket to prove their accomplishment.  If I'm not mistaken, Graham is also the visionary who created the Dizzy Monkey.  This is a challenge that requires one to finish the Dizzy 50K on Monte Sano Mountain in Huntsville, AL, on Saturday and then make the trek up to Nashville, TN to run the Flying Monkey Marathon on Sunday.  Thus, the Dizzy Monkey.

Somewhere between mile 7 and 8, I see Carol Phelps doing a walk/run thing.  I knew something was up. Carol is a really good runner, with a super smooth gait (and she consistently beats me.) Carol and I ran together to the 8 mile aid station, and she said she was still exhausted from a fast run earlier in the week.  It can happen.  Fatigue can catch up with you at all of the wrong times.  I told Carol to hang in there.  She's the real deal and she wound up finishing strong. 

I knew I needed to pick it up and between mile 9 and 10, I posted a negative split -- from 8:41 to 8:22.

I almost beat Kathy Youngren

Kathy and I have a running joke (see what I did there) that goes back to the 2016 Delano Park 12 Hour run.  A well meaning and kind runner, sincerely told Kathy that she almost beat her. 

I needed someone to pace me for the last few miles, if I had any chance of getting a PR.  Kathy was sitting down with a bunch of friends and it looked like she had called it a day, but I convinced her to get back in the race, to help a brother out.  This very nice young woman was convinced she would have posted more miles than Kathy, if she had not reentered the race.  I don't think that was necessarily true, and may have been a case of alternate facts, but needless to say, she didn't beat Kathy.  However, since then it gives me great joy to tell Kathy that I almost beat her.  In fact my life coach, Dr. Stephen Hawking assures me that in the overall space time continuum, that the difference between my finishing times, in any given race, and Kathy's are infinitesimal.

So, back to the race.  As I was about a half a mile from the finish line, Michael Smith comes blazing by me.  Michael is the wrangler for the Thursday morning Fleet Feet Breakfast Club runs. This group meets at 5:30 am.  Those early morning runs must have paid off, because he shot by me and there was no catching up to him.

In any event, I finished the race in 1:23:58, with an 8:24 overall pace. OA: 57/230 AG: 7/21 - Meh.

There were some great performances out there.  Brandon York won with a mind blowing time of 54:09, and a pace of 5:25. My daughter still gets a laugh thinking about the time we ran the Cookie Dash 5K together and Brandon ran and won the race dressed in a rabbit suit. 

Lauren Mitchell won with a time of 1:06:12.

Rob Youngren was in the mix with a 4th place finish followed by, in his words, a 24 mile cool down run.  Me thinks Rob has his eyes focused on the Barkley.

Dink Taylor, Chad Ayers, and Todd Parsons all had top 20 finishes.

Eric Fritz, who's been dealing with a nagging injury, finished in 1:17:35. Way to go Fritz.  You nailed it.

Brad Ryder just keeps getting faster.  He passed me.

On the women's side, Anya Gluzek, Aleisha Chaffin, and Kathy Youngren all had a great day. They're fast.

 It's always good to see my friend Donna Palumbo.  Donna is one of the nicest people in the world and she keeps knocking down those distances -- from 5Ks to marathons.
 



Ainsley's Angels

 

The Huntsville Track Club is working with a great organization, Ainsley's Angels, which gives people with special needs the ability to experience an endurance event with the help of Ainsley Angel volunteers.  This year, Shannon Green experienced the Rocket Run 10 miler with several Ainsley Angel runners assisting her throughout the race.

 



 (Shannon Green approaching the Finish Line!)

 

 

Many thanks to Race Director Valerie Connaughton, all the volunteers, and race sponsor OTBX (the Old Town Beer Exchange)!  The beer at the finish line was much appreciated.  It was a fantastic event and I look forward to making up for lost time and running this race for years to come. 

 

Finally, I will leave you with this quote. 

 

"I want my time running to serve as a reward." -- Frank Shorter

 

 Races are the icing on the cake.  It's the everyday run that will make all the difference in your life.

 

 

 

 

 

 





1 Wedding, 2 Runs and no Funeral

Enjoying the Sites of Mobile, AL

A Trip South

This past weekend, I traveled to Mobile to attend my niece, Amelia's wedding. My Mom came along with me.  At 85, Mom is still sharp as a tack, but her body has started to turn on her.  After several back surgeries and a partial hip replacement, Mom uses a walker to get around.  So, we took our time, but had a nice trip as we made our way from the top of Alabama all the way down I-65 to the Azalea City, of Mobile.

After we checked into our hotel and I got my Mom over to the rehearsal, I took the opportunity to go for a run through town.  I knew the route from our hotel to the church, where the wedding would take place, so I headed in that direction.  The route took me down historic Dauphin, Street, where there are a variety of restaurants and bars.  There were still signs of the Mardi Gras parade that had taken place earlier in the week -- strands of beads could still be seen scattered along the sidewalk and street.

When I reached the church, Dauphin Way United Methodist, I crossed the street and headed back. The sun was going down and various lights of the city were beginning to shine.  As I made my way up Dauphin St., I decided to swing through Bienville Square and see the fountain, that by this time was all in lights.  The Square was named in honor of the founder of Mobile, Jean-Baptiste Le Moyne, Sieur de Bienville.

So, it will come as no surprise to those that know me that the inevitable was about to happen.  As I exited the Square, I got turned around and after running up and down several streets trying to find my way back to my hotel, I finally had to walk into the downtown Police Station, and ask directions back to the Hampton Suites.  My 4 mile run turned into a 6 mile run.  But hey, it was a beautiful night, in a beautiful city.

(Stock photo of Bienville Square Fountain)

After I got back to the hotel, I showered and decided to go out for a bite.  My Mom was at the rehearsal dinner, and so I had some time on my hands.  I asked the lady at the desk for a recommendation for the best place for a burger and a beer in walking distance.  She said the LoDa Biergarten had the best burgers in town and had over 40 beers on tap and 100 plus beers in bottles. Now, I don't eat red meat often, but when I do, it has to count.  This place did not disappoint.  I highly recommend it.

When I arrived I sat at the bar, ordered a Good People IPA, and struck up a conversation with a guy from Virginia, who traveled all over the East Coast repairing Coast Guard helicopters. When I worked in Washington, DC, I knew a couple of guys that flew MH-65 Dolphins for the Coast Guard, so we had a lot to talk about.

I was also sitting in front of a sign that highlighted their Moon Pie Burger. Although very tempting, I had to pass on it.

(I took a picture of the LoDa Biergarten the next day.)

(I had to throw in a picture of an MH-65 Dolphin because I think they're cool.)

The morning of the wedding, I headed out on a short run.  I ran down to Fort Conde.  It's a partial replica of the old French Fort.  When I was high school, the state Key Club convention was in Mobile. One of the Key Club "sweethearts" and I slipped out of the convention and walked down to Fort Conde. We held hands.  It was a tender moment.  Years later, I ran into her in a grocery store. The snow was falling; it was Christmas Eve.  I stood behind her in the frozen foods and I touched her on the sleeve.  She didn't recognize the face at first, but then her eyes flew open wide.  She went to hug me and she spilled her purse and we laughed until we cried.

(Fort Conde, complete with 1700's fire hydrant)



I ran back down Dauphin St. and passed the original Wintzell's Oyster House.  No offense to the other locations, but nothing beats the original.

 The Wedding

The wedding took place at 5:30, Saturday evening, and it was a lovely ceremony.  Amelia wed Josh Rabbit.  A young man who has just completed dental school, and as I understand it, will be going into pediatric dentistry.  I think the future will be bright for this wonderful couple, and a pediatric dentist named Dr. Rabbit will surely be a hit with little kids.

The reception was held at the Carnival Museum. It highlighted Mobile's rich Mardi Gras history.  The band consisted of a bunch of guys dressed in Elvis jumpsuits, wearing afro wigs.  Great look.  Good band.

It was a great weekend, and if you have a chance to run through the streets of downtown Mobile, I'm sure you will really enjoy it.  Again, it is a beautiful city, with very nice people -- and if you get lost, the police will point you in the right direction. :)