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Jason’s 2010

I actually started writing this post out a few days before tonight. There’s a lot to cover in a year and I wanted to make sure that I spent more than a bit of time getting my thoughts together. Yeah, without thinking about it too much, my first response is to call 2010 a banner year. Yes, there were hardships along the way, and a lot of hard work was needed just to continue moving forward. All the same, I wouldn’t take any of it back. There’s so much that I wouldn’t have even dreamt of in 2009. It was that kind of year.

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Racing from the golf course

You know, looking back on this race, there really isn’t much to report. Usually there’s a lot to mention in terms of places where I was experiencing a bit of emotional turmoil, or moments where my body seemed to not want to cooperate. No, I’d say this time around everything was rather average. I suppose in terms of storytelling that’s not all that interesting, but in terms of racing that’s pretty much what I wanted. I suppose the marathon training regime really helped out with how I was feeling all throughout the half. Sure, it wasn’t enough to allow me to churn out an overall personal best, but I did manage to chop off about 11 minutes from the last time I did this course. And this was despite the fact that I haven’t been training properly since the second marathon. Good news overall if you ask me.

So the weather on Sunday morning was rather cold. I figured it was colder than in previous years when I had done the race, so in lieu of shorts I decided to go for long pants, and opted for the long sleeve tee instead of the shorter sleeve options. I kept the gloves. I was debating whether to do the toque instead of the baseball cap, and ultimately decided to go with the former because all of the photographs from other races have me with a cap on. So that was my getup. Right off I told myself to just stick to my game plan: ten minutes running followed by one minute walk breaks. No matter what, even if I was feeling awesome, I wanted to keep that pattern. Everything was set.

So, from all of the times I’ve mentioned this race, you probably know that this course is a hilly one. Certainly, I felt like I was attacking each one with a nice and steady pace. Last year, I was aiming for a 6:45/km pace but fell short. This year, I was actually able to hold that with little difficulty. I was able to hustle faster than I expected. No word of a lie, this was probably one of the most consistent races I’ve ever run in spite of the hilliness of the course. It makes me feel good. So what if it didn’t turn out to be a personal best? I came out of that thing feeling like I must be doing something right, you know?

I guess there are two final thoughts I want to share about this event. First, the post-race buffet continued to impress me. I think I tried a little bit of everything that was in the spread: chicken salad, tuna salad, potato salad, egg salad, macaroni salad, roast beef, ham, baguette, fruit, cookies. Needless to say, I got the slightest bit carried away. I was seated on the floor next to the chain separating the food line from everyone. The chain was hung between a couple of potted trees. At one point an excited toddler ran around, and leaned on the chain. That caused a potted tree to actually fall on me, drawing a small amount of blood. I was a little bit shocked, but hey, he was just a kid–he didn’t know better.

So yes, that was my experience. Perhaps on a nicer course and with a fair amount of proper training behind me I can set a new record. We’ll see by March. That’s when my next race is scheduled. It’ll be great!

How am I still on my feet?

So, serious question: how am I still able to function? This morning I participated in a hilly half marathon up north. I didn’t get a personal best, but I did beat my previous time for the course, and I felt strong. When I got home I took a 3 hour nap. It really should have been longer, but I had to drag myself out of bed to shower and get myself prepped for our end of class improv show. I’m sure my classmates appreciated the fact that I was washed. It was a high energy set, and we all put in a lot of extra pep. The audience sure did give us a lot of love.

So, between both events, I’m in awe over the fact that I’m still conscious at this point. How am I not passed out in the middle of the street? I’ll admit that all throughout the show I was really battling a heavy headache. I’m sure it was a result of not drinking enough water earlier in the day. Anyway, I really want to write about the race and the improv show but I need some time to rest and recharge. In time, yes?

As big as your face

No, seriously, have you seen the medal they gave to the people who completed the marathon on Sunday? It’s freaking huge! The darn thing is as big as your face. Totally not exaggerating. We were joking that after having completed the race they put this thing on you and you’ll have to drag it along the ground because you’re so tired. That’s some serious hardware.

Even if I have to crawl

I’ve just come back from my parents’ place. They made it a point to ensure that I was well-fed. It’s a good call, because if I was left to myself I probably would have been content just sleeping from this afternoon right until morning. Anyway, here I am, feeling a little worse for wear. Today’s marathon wasn’t really the marathon I wanted, but it’s the one I got. All things considered, I’m proud to have finished. For someone of my level of fitness, who completes two marathons with only three weeks in between? It’s not exactly widespread, so this is a badge of honour, you know?

The starting line for the race is far from the finish line. In the end, even though I really didn’t want to I ended up driving over. I kind of wanted to just go directly home post-race since I was close to the subway lines, but logistics just didn’t allow it to happen. I went there wearing just my running shirt and shorts. It’s a 15 minute walk from where I parked to the race site. Man, it was nippy this morning. As I strolled along, I pressed my middle finger and thumb together to try to focus. It was my way of trying to maintain some focus and not worry so much about the cold. As I strolled leisurely along, many people with a bit more urgency passed by, wearing jackets and sweat pants. In my mind I just scoffed.

The starting line wasn’t that crowded. The half-marathoners were sent out an hour before us, so the crowd wasn’t as packed. Right from the gun, I felt a little bit off. Unlike the last race my level of preparation for this race was lacking. I wasn’t confident, but I decided early on that no matter what the result I would enjoy the race. Oh, and I did. I mean, the race took me through neighbourhoods that I wouldn’t have seen otherwise. For example, what reason would I have to go running through Forest Hill or Rosedale? I saw a sign for a condo stating a price “starting at $900,000.” Like, what the hell? Rosedale valley is certainly a beautiful region to be in.

The race was progressing nicely, but early on I started sensing that I would have issues. Somewhere along the lake shore my left knee started acting weird. It felt like if I just made one wrong move I’d dislocate something. I did my best to keep things going straightforward. By the time 28K rolled around my left ankle was really aching. That was a sign for me that my body still hadn’t recovered properly from the marathon three weeks ago, and that I was trying to do too much too soon. Well, 28K into a race, there’s no choice but to continue onward, right? Getting a DNF wasn’t an option. Mind you, the thought did cross my mind. I told myself though that I wouldn’t forgive myself if I just gave up. In strong terms, I told myself: “Even if I have to crawl, I will cross the finish line.” And that’s how it was.

From the time my ankle started aching, my race sort of fell apart. I honestly just could not hold on to a run for more than a minute. I often ended up slowing back down to a walk. Many people managed to pass me in this period. You’d think that this would be demoralizing, but I stayed positive. I was still happy about running the damn thing. I just knew that it would take longer than expected. A couple of course volunteers made sure to check in on me. They helped to make sure my head was on straight. Despite the positivity, let me tell you, when the final kilometres take so long to pass by, it’s very easy to lose hope.

After a long slog, the 39K mark rolled around. From that point, it’s a long uphill climb to the Ontario legislature. That 3K seemed to drag on forever. I admit to getting a little emotional on that stretch. There are a lot of people along the way: a good mix of spectators and people who’d finished the race. They were all doing their best to encourage me and keep me going. That’s an odd feeling, but it feels so good. No tears were shed, but I was on the verge. I eventually got to Queen’s Park Circle. From that point, all that’s needed is to run around the damn thing. Too bad it’s a large circle. I knew that if there was any time to push, that would be it. There’s no point in holding something back at that point. So, despite the pain and discomfort I just went for it. Having the energy to do so just put a huge smile on my face. I ended up finishing with a time of 5:31:33.1. It’s definitely far from what I wanted to hit, but hell, I still completed, and that’s what’s important. No one can take that away from me.

Patiently waiting

The days leading up to a running event are always tough, you know? Though, I suppose this could be extended to any type of activity where there’s a long period of training leading up to a big event. As much as I want time to be rushed, time will pass in the same way it always does; all I can do is wait patiently. I know that the days will just fly by, and it’ll be race day before I know it. All the same, I just want to get it done and over with. Screw the worrying that I’m not trained enough. I’ve had it with worrying that my legs are just going to stop at the 32 kilometre point. I’m done with second guessing whether I’m running for myself and not because everyone seems to want me to run this damn thing. No, no, no. That’s it!

An idle mind is one that comes up with worst case scenarios. No more.

What the inner voices say

It’s only been two weeks since I completed my first marathon. Finishing that thing was a huge accomplishment. I’m still in shock over the whole thing. Ever since then I’ve been taking it easy. My next scheduled race was the Angus Glen Half Marathon taking place in early November. I did that race last year and enjoyed it a great deal. Shortly after that race I’m starting the whole cycle of coaching once again. So yeah, everything was planned out. The period between the two races was meant to be my down time. I need rest! I need to not have any expectations for a while, right? Well, post race, a seed was planted in my mind. The seed grew and became something that merited a lot of thought before any decision could be made. You see, there’s another marathon in Toronto right in the middle of this period. Uh oh.

So, the event is the Goodlife Fitness Toronto Marathon. So what’s the deal? This will be the last year that there will be two autumn marathon running events in Toronto. The Goodlife Marathon will be bumped to May. So, a lot of people in my Running Room have made it a point to run this event. Some friends have suggested that I participate. I wasn’t sure that I should. All things considered, I wanted to see how I would do in the Scotiabank Toronto Waterfront Marathon. As soon as I finished that one successfully, I started weighing my options, debating whether or not to tackle this one.

I posted the question on Facebook seeing what people thought of the idea of running two in such a short period of time. Everyone that replied supportive and basically told me to “go for it.” I asked the same question at work, and the two people in my team basically told me that I’d likely ruin my body permanently and that I shouldn’t do it. Such a big contrast, eh? I was struggling so much to figure out what to do.

My mind tells me that I can do it. My body is trained well enough to manage. Sure, the race would probably be painful, but heck, the last race was painful as well. In the worst case scenario, the pain would just arrive sooner rather than later. I know what the psychological toll is. I think I can manage it better having experienced it first hand. I think the biggest fear is just the idea of my body totally breaking down and hating me for putting it through so much in such a short period. Is three weeks enough time? Part of me is afraid that I haven’t trained enough for this event. See, ever since the last race I only managed to get a single 8K run in. Well, I suppose I can’t have it both ways. If the period of three weeks is too short, then it’s not like I can say too much time has elapsed since then such that my training is gone.

With so much support, I left it up to my inner voice to tell me what to do. I’ve been waiting for it to tell me what to do. It’s been silent for a long time. Well, tonight it finally spoke up. Just about an hour ago I signed up for the race. So yeah, I now have 6 days until race day. I have no expectations. This race will be done for fun. If I don’t beat my old time I refuse to beat myself up for it.

Bring on the pain!

I am a marathoner

I think part of what was making me doubt myself heavily the other day was the idea that I could be held up as someone that’s inspirational. Post-race, I still can’t claim something like that for myself because it’s not really in my position to do so, know what I mean? All the same, I know that my story is an example of someone so filled with determination to reach an end result. Just three-and-a-half years ago I was hardly able to run straight for 2 minutes. Years ahead, I have completed a marathon, which is physically demanding for just about anyone. Sure, my story isn’t unique. I’m not the only one that’s had to struggle. Also, I’m not blind, or otherwise disabled. In the grand scheme of things, there are people utterly deserving of a pedestal. I’m content staying here on the ground, minding my own business, I guess.

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