I'm doing it again

Last year many of you helped us raise over $3000 for Parent Project Muscular Dystrophy via Run For Our Sons as I ran the Boston Marathon in RFOS green. Together we made a difference! This year I'm asking for your support to do it once again, but I'm changing it up. Rather than one event, I'm doing three. Go here to learn more and to help make a difference.

FYI ... I may or may not resume this blog for 2012. I may or may not launch a new one. Stay tuned.

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I used to have a running blog but, considering that I haven't been able to run since May, I'm probably not very behind in my updates.

In a nutshell I wasn't able to reboot after Boston. I took a week off and ran two easy 45 mile weeks, one 5K, then struggled through two 20 mile weeks and crashed hard. It's been 8 weeks since my first symptoms and six weeks since I stopped running and time off hasn't helped. I'm dead in my tracks looking for a diagnosis which hopefully might show the path towards recovery.

I was looking forward to this stretch of late spring and early summer as a time to run races for fun and focus on not having much focus. I had already signed up for three races which have all gone by unraced. To make maters worse I tried to compensate for my running volume on my bike and got a secondary injury by most likely ramping up too quickly. Fortunately that one was clear cut and I'll be fully recovered from that soon. I'm already back on the bike.

But that running injury? It's still undiagnosed. I've seen my doctor twice, an orthopedist twice, and had an x-ray and a bone scan. Nothing. Last weekend I saw a sports medicine specialist who has ordered a compartment syndrome test next week. They advised me to go ahead and take some Tylenol an hour before the test. Great! I guess that's a kind way of saying it's uncomfortable. If that's negative my next move is an MRI.

I've run a couple easy one mile test runs and they didn't go well. In the meantime I've discovered I'm a much better swimmer than I ever knew. I've been swimming every other day and average more than a mile per swim. I can comfortably knock out a mile is less than 40 minutes. Those YMCA swimming lessons back in the early 80s are paying off big time right now.

That's my update. I still owe a report on my second half of Boston but the cliff notes version is that I faded in Newton due to having trashed my quads in the first half but held steady in Brookline and had a very strong finish from Kenmore easily passing more than 100 runners down Boylston.

I'm keeping my focus on overcoming this injury and am still registered for New York, which I hope to run. I don't expect to set any PRs this year but think I might like to try my hand at this local race April 16, 2012 once again. I'm a glutton for punishment.

The Healthy Melrose "5"K

Two weekends ago I toed the line at the Healthy Melrose "5"K. This was to be the season opener for racing with William. Unfortunately the race director decided last year's route wasn't hilly enough and made this year's edition downright brutal. After a recon earlier in the week I decided it wouldn't be safe to race it with William. Just like last year the course seemed at least .1 mile long so, considering the steep hills, there was no reason to run for time, rather, I was running for place. Also, I decided that I'd wear the GPS but not bother using it for pacing. Data collection only!

The race went off with a bang. Since the lead runner went off like a jackrabbit I felt obligated to go with him. It was obvious that we were on a torrid pace so I decided it was time for a chat to gauge if I should be running with him. Unfortunately our chat was completely unintelligible with the exception of me learning that he didn't know the course. At that point I took my only peek at my GPS and saw we had run .35 miles at a 5:05 pace. Since it was unlikely I was going to run a sub 16 5k, especially while still recovering from Boston, I wished him luck and let him go. Interestingly he only went 15-20 seconds ahead where he would remain for the rest of the race.

The first hill was steep but runable. At the top I hit the first mile at 5:56 and was starting to feel the effort. Recovery was short since there were still a couple inclines to ascend. It was my plan to put it into high gear down the long hill in the middle of the race but a decent side stitch set in and forced me begin some healthy suffering instead. I didn't put it into high gear as my second mile split (6:15) indicates.

The final hill was rough but when I realized I wasn't ceding any ground I hung on and suffered some more, just in case. The stitch eased in the last half mile but it was still apparent I wasn't going to make up any lost time. Glancing back down Melrose Street as I made my final turn I could see no runners behind me so I hatched a plan. Since I had second placed locked and wasn't running for time I decided to find William and finish the race with him. I was still bummed not to have run with him due to the course.

I pulled into the final straight about 15-20 seconds behind the lead runner but, as I approached the finish, I jumped in the crowd and grabbed William in his wheelchair and began pushing him towards the finish. The woman who was managing the finishing chute kept waving as to say "no, over here!" As we neared the line the photographer from the local paper was scrambling to get a picture so we stopped and waited for him before crossing the line. My shenanigans cost me about 15-20 seconds but William seemed to enjoy it. He likes to finish up front in these little 5Ks and this was the best I could offer.

Despite this I still finished the hilly and long 5k in 19:32, over a minute ahead of the third placed runner. For a 5K it was pretty sloppy and my Boston effort from just 12 days prior was still lingering in my legs. If I made it look easy I'm a good actor.

Another highlight of the race was that I ran representing the Roosevelt PTO (William's school) and won $250 in gift certificates for them to auction off. I'm guessing this was the grand prize. How often can you get beat in a race and walk away with the biggest prize?

Notes from a Boston Marathon Rookie: The First 20K

First off, I’d like to once again thank everyone who supported me in making my run in the 115th Boston Marathon a personal Run For our Sons race. The only way to end Duchenne is to all chip in and work together. I’m proud to have played a small part in brining many of us together in this task. This may be the conclusion of my build up and run in this year’s Boston Marathon but I’m not done Running for our Sons. In November I’ll run the New York City Marathon and will continue to post here. What follows is part one of my best attempt at a race report. I’ll be posting it in parts over the next several days. Participating in the Boston Marathon is unbelievably experiential. It’s still settling in, more than I expected.

The Road to Hopkinton

I have to imagine, for a runner, going to the Boston Marathon is analogous to a child going to Disney. Unlike going to Disney, you don’t just get on a plane, go and enjoy yourself. You have to work hard, sometimes for years. You have to suffer, sometimes tremendously. You have to be persistent, sometimes tenaciously. You must also be ready to have it taken away from you, sometimes at the last minute when you least expect it. If you overcome all of this and find yourself corralled at the starting line of the Boston Marathon in Hopkinton on Patriots day with 24,000 others you’ll know an unspoken camaraderie shared with the runners huddled all around you. This is not unlike the unspoken understanding I find among other parents of sons with Duchenne. These can only be truly understood through experience, yet the two are polar opposites.

I find running a marathon to be reward and validation for hard work. Most of us have it within ourselves to run a marathon if we’re willing to commit to it and do the necessary preparation. If you find yourself prepared to run a marathon you will understand that it’s a positive celebration of what we should all be capable of.

As you can read in my earlier posts, my lead in went very well. I could quibble about training through the worst winter in recent memory, or not lining up workouts or miles exactly as I wanted to but that would be petty. Monday morning, April 18th, I took my place in the sixth corral of the first wave of the 115th Boston Marathon as prepared, rested, and injury free as I could have hoped. Not only was I physically prepared I had sorted out every detail from logistics, to gear, and reconnaissance runs. There was nothing more I could have done with the time I had. Still, this was to be only my third marathon and my first Boston. I was a total rookie.

Despite my rookie status I gave myself a very ambitious goal of running under three hours and finishing in the top 1500 runners. My previous marathon best was 3:12 just six months ago. Knocking off another 12 minutes, or two minutes per month of training, on Boston’s course would be a coup. Over the winter I read, researched, and picked experienced runner’s minds about the course. One thing was consistent. Go out too fast and you’ll pay for it dearly over the last 10 miles. But what was too fast for me? There was only one way to find out.

At Boston your bib number is assigned based upon your qualifying time. This also determines your start order. The 24,000 runners are organized into three waves containing eight corrals in each and each corral contains a thousand runners. My bib was 5461 so I was in the sixth corral starting with over 5000 runners ahead. Most runners do not run Boston faster than the time that got them there. With that in mind I knew I could be in for a possible log jam considering I planed to average at least 30 seconds per mile faster than most runners, not only in my corral, but in the two ahead.

The race started easy and quickly and my fears of being boxed in at the start were soon eased and I ran down the left of the road as if I had my own express lane. Never once did I weave as I easily passed more than two thousand runners in the first 5K. This was mostly heavy pounding downhill but, due to the crowds and adrenalin, you could hardly feel it. I had decided in the 30 minutes prior to the start to forget about my elaborate pacing strategy and run this by feel using my GPS only as a gauge to track my splits and overall pace. I wanted to keep my run on the easy side of hard but if a particular pace felt right that’s what I was going to run.

First 5K Split 21:01

After the first 5K passed by the race was still shoulder-to-shoulder. Despite this I had no problem running my own pace and continued to pass more runners. As I looked around I soon noticed I was wearing the only bib that started with 5 or higher. I would use this look around test at different points in the race to determine my position in the field. In this second 5K I spotted Brian Denger’s green Run for our Sons shirt ahead. He started two corrals before me so I knew I was covering ground quickly. I reeled him in slowly over the next mile but couldn’t help but to give a little surge as I got closer. We chatted briefly as I let my mile split drop back to where it was before continuing on through the field. Like me, Brian also seemed to be running easily as should be expected so early in the race.

Second 5K Split 21:03 (Total Time 10K 42:03)

After the first 10K was past I got to the point in the race where the road is straight and flat through Framingham and Natick. I was really looking forward to this 10K stretch of the race as I intended to put it in cruise control and focus on staying fluid and fresh. That’s just what I did. At one point in Framingham the crowds subsided for a moment and I could hear the familiar sound of footfalls from the runners around me. I enjoyed that brief moment of solitude and never heard it again.

Near the end of this stretch I passed Dick and Rick Hoyt. Dick had stopped to attend to Rick as runners were being directed around them. Soon after passing the Hoyts I approached Wellesley College. You could hear the Wellesley girls screaming for half a mile before you got to them. They are known to offer runners kisses and various antics often ensue. I didn’t see any guys doing pushups or too many kisses. By this time many of the bibs I was running with started with 3s and I have to assume most of them were focused like I was. I had my game face on and, as I planned, pulled to the opposite side of the road and cruised right past the screams.

Third and fourth 5K Splits 21:04 & 21:08 (Total Time for 20K 1:24:15)

Next up: Wellesley, the half Marathon, and the start of the Newton Hills.

Goal!

This week I met the modest fundraising goal I set for my run in Boston. Of course, that doesn't mean I'm done or will stop raising money for this cause. Every drop in the bucket counts and I am happy to help fill this bucket. Every single dollar is needed and will be used to help beat Duchenne. If you have donated "Thank You," your generosity continues PPMD's mission to improve "the treatment, quality of life, and long-term outlook for all individuals affected by Duchenne through research, advocacy, education and compassion." If you are thinking about supporting us the time is now. Here's the link, and Thank You!

Fundraising wasn't my only goal. I also hoped to further awareness about Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. Results for this goal are not as easily measured. This week I was featured in the Melrose Patch and the article turned out to be the top story of the week. Judging by the number of Facebook shares for the article I think people are paying attention. Via a few other channels the word has gotten out and I've watched the traffic to this blog grow. I hope this continues.

It may not have been obvious but I also hoped to inspire those of you who can run, to run for those who can't...Run!

Run for our Sons is signing up runners for races of all sizes and distances. If a marathon's been on your "bucket list" or you want to give greater meaning to your running, the time is now. If you've been running, consider joining us at the New York City Marathon in November. Not only is it important, it can be rewarding.

Finally, my sporting goal... That comes tomorrow. At the right you'll see my "pace band." I've got no idea if it makes sense or how much I'll use it. At the minimum it will help me know if I'm on pace or not. As I write this I see the weather conditions are shaping up to be near perfect. I'm confident in my training, I'm rested, and injury free. There's just one thing left to do.

Run!

Expo Day

Today William and I went to the Boston Marathon Expo. Our first order of business was to head up to the main expo floor and get my bib and packet. On the way there, we bumped into Rick Hoyt on the elevators. Sometimes it's funny who you meet on the elevator. Of course, William's primary interest was THE elevator. Those of you who know William will know what I mean by that. We grabbed my number and race packet. That process was smooth and easy which was the opposite of the expo. That was a bit of a mob scene. No worries, we made the most of it and checked out products and food. William and I ate a lunch worth of samples and drinks.

Our final stop at the expo was the New York Road Runners booth to say "hi" to Anne's high school friend Sean Haubert, their man in charge of Social Media. William was a good sport as we chatted a bit. I'll be running their big race, the New York City Marathon, in November and I'm already looking forward to it.

The whole time we were chatting with Sean, Bill Rodgers was right next to us. I tried to explain to William how many times Bill won the Boston Marathon but he just isn't the kind of kid to be star struck.

No trip to Back Bay would be complete without a visit to Mecca (a.k.a. the Apple store) so that's where we went next. William enjoyed checking out shiny new tech and for the Nth time reminded me just how much he likes the new MacBook Air (the 11 inch one)!

Finally we headed back to our car via a closed Boylston and across the finish line. I took special notice of the gentle downhill along that stretch of Boylston. No doubt I'll appreciate it Monday.

Hills

Not only do you have to charge up them, you have to keep going strongly over the other side.

Runners are happy to give advice and tips and I'm usually eager to listen. One of the most common bits of advice I've been given, more than any other in my preparation for Boston, is to run hills. Practice not only running up them, but down them. The Boston Marathon is well known for the Newton Hills that rise to a crescendo at Heartbreak Hill but what many don't realize is the reason these hills hurt so bad is because the first 16 miles are run mostly down hill! That can be tough on the quads!

One of my favorite loops takes me up Farm Street in Wakefield then down Main Street in Saugus, about a mile up and a mile down each side. If you hit it with a few miles in your legs, and run it strongly, you can really feel a good burn in your legs and lungs.

Down the backside I usually fly by the Elks Lodge in Saugus but, Saturday May 7th, it's going to be a destination. Friends we've met through the Jett Foundation will be hosting Beat Duchenne, an evening of music and fun featuring Acme Music Trio right along side a hill that has led me to Boston. Check out their website and consider going or supporting them.

I've often said running is the easy part but, really, it's easier to climb the hill together while rocking it out.