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Saturday, November 30, 2013

Morning in Manchester

Guess who has sworn off next year's MRR already.
On Thanksgiving Day, Amby Burfoot ran his record-breaking 51st consecutive Manchester Road Race. I ran my not-quite-a-record 2nd consecutive MRR, which means if Burfoot retires (he isn't) and I run every MRR until I'm 86 (unlikely), I'll still be a participation short of the record. It's looking increasingly unlikely that I'll be writing my name in the history books for this one; nevertheless, it's a fun way to spend Thanksgiving morning. Except for the painfully cold conditions for this year's race. Temperatures were in the low to mid-20s at the start, and dipped into the single digits with the wind chill. Thankfully, the downpours from Wednesday had passed though. Although at these temperatures, it would have snowed, which might have been more realistic for the folks dressed up as Santa's reindeer.

In its 77th edition, the MRR is steeped in history. It started out as a competition for high school cross-country runners, and remains popular with local students today. Although running technology certainly has advanced since the first race in 1927, there are always those who refuse to adopt good ideas. While waiting in the starting corral, I watched a high schooler, who had shown up over a half an hour early in shorts and a singlet, shiver ingon the brink of hypothermia. No arm warmers, no gloves, no disposable sweat shirt, no hat and his socks stopped at the ankle. I was freezing in my ski hat, wool socks, compression sleeves, thermal tights, triple layer of long sleeve tops and sacrificial gray sweatshirt. On another day, I might have been overdressed, but the stiff headwind over the last 1 - 1 1/2 miles of the run were sufficient to prevent overheating.

It was cold and brutally windy on street level, so this guy
must have drawn the shortest straw when security 
details were being assigned.
Unlike last year, this year's MRR (capped at 15,000) sold out early, although only ~12,900 finished the race (down by ~500 compared to 2012). The drop in finishers was probably due to the coldest race temperatures in 15 years. At 15,000 participants, the MRR is one of the largest and oldest Turkey Trots in the country. It's hard to track down good statistics, but here it's listed as the 4th largest in 2012; however, wikipedia lists at least two larger races. No doubt some of the uptick in interest was due to the Boston Marathon bombing, and the impact of April's tragic events were ever-present in this year's race. Trash cans near the starting /finishing line were sealed and there was greater security everywhere. Actually, the people in the SWAT gear had the most realistic looking costumes I saw. I wonder why they weren't running?

Runners lined up in the main pack on Main Street for the
MRR.

Condensing 15,000 runners and >30,000 spectators on a (less than) 5 mile circuit makes for quite a spectacle, even without the Avengers, the Minions and the Hanson brothers (the ones from Slap Shot not of MMMBop fame) making appearances. I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be Superman, not Supermans. I saw at least 5 impostors Thursday. Glaringly obvious doppelgängers since the real Son of Krypton probably wouldn't be that winded after running 4.748 miles. Yes, the MRR is 4.748 miles. As the legend goes, it was originally branded as a 5 mile race, but was later discovered to be short by just over 1/4 mile. It always seems strange to me that this was not discovered a lot sooner. If every Thanksgiving my 5-mile race time improved by nearly 2 min, I might start getting suspicious that the course measurement was a little off. Even without a Garmin.

Masses of runners coming down Main Street to the finish 
shortly after the wives crossed the finish line.
Both years that I've run the MRR, I qualified to start in the under 35 min corral. I also managed to secure my spot for next year by finishing in 31:43. Last year, I went to the MRR solo, but this year I convinced my wife and another couple to join the fun. The wives were relegated into the unseeded main pack behind the under 40 min corral. Hearing about their experience made me appreciate earning my seed card even more. Before the start they heard someone exclaim: "I haven't run 5 miles since last year's race!" Apparently running in the main pack requires its own set of special skills. The ability to stop on a dime when the person in front of you quits running without warning is essential, as is keeping your head on a swivel trying to avoid the guy running with a glass Sierra Nevada bottle. The ability to throw elbows in the scrum doesn't hurt either. As my wife said: "We didn't even break a sweat for the first 3 miles!" It can easily take over 10 min to reach the starting line if you start in the back. With race winner Sam Chelanga crossing the finish line at 21:32, the gap between the last runner/walker leaving and the first finishers arriving is quite small.
Don't blink or you might miss me

The race is broadcast on the local Fox affiliate, so it's interesting to see the elite runners. We recorded the race and watched when we got home. Particularly noteworthy was the scramble for information on the women's race winner, Alice Kamunya. Kamunya was not on anyone's list of pre-race favorites, and the broadcasters were left fumbling on live TV for several minutes after she finished before someone could track down her name. The MRR appears to be Kamunya's biggest win to date, but she's an accomplished runner who trained with a Kenyan talent development program. The real highlight of the broadcast, however, was a 2 second shot of me cresting Porter Street, a 0.8 mile climb at 3.6%. The MRR isn't flat. After 1 relatively flat mile, it's uphill to the halfway point, and then mostly downhill to the finish. If you can't win the race, I suppose this is the best way to get on TV if you're not prepared to run in a Speedo.

Monday, November 18, 2013

That thing by that guy who doesn't like running stickers

The Oatmeal's 0.0 Blerch sticker
Last week "He Who Should Not Be Named" published an opinion piece in the newspaper with the highest circulation in the country. Keep in mind that this media dinosaur is viewed daily by 400,000 fewer eyeballs (or 200,000 people without eyepatches) than reside in the entire state of Nevada. HWSNBN framed his contempt toward car decals, running stores and actual runners with the all-too-common meme that society is decaying into a morass of self-entitled narcissists. Many of the gripes are not so different from the (probably satirical) 7 Ways to Be Insufferable on Facebook from Wait But Why. Certainly there are too may pictures tweeted detailing Thursday's lunch, but humans have always sought to connect with others who have common interests. Runners' cars are no different from those vehicles with a '3', 'Click and Clack for President' or 'I   My Dachshund' decals on the bumper.

Not too surprisingly, the running world and blogosphere exploded with well-though-out and clever rebuttals including from the likes of Runners World. My personal favorite is Matthew Inman's 0.0 Blerch. I have reserved a spot on my bumper for when the Oatmeal inevitably offers this sticker for sale. The running world doesn't need another blog offering a witty dismantling of HWSNBN's drivel. What might be worth considering, however, is the amount of attention we direct toward these kinds of stories. As Mark Remy from Runner's World points out, 15.5 million people finished races in the United States last year. That's over 6 times the daily circulation of HWSNBN's website/newspaper. That's thousands, if not millions, of click-throughs from people who otherwise wouldn't bother reading an opinion piece from HWSNBN.

Increasingly social media is driving web traffic using enticing (and often misleading) headlines, provocative images and inflammatory opinion pieces. I don't think HWSNBN's piece was designed to corner the market on enraged runners (at least not in the same way that the Huffington Post uses youtube dog videos to specifically target me and make sure I visit their site every day), but the outcome is the same. Click-through data doesn't track content quality, just web traffic. I intentionally did not provide a link to the original piece. I did not, and will not mention the author or newspaper by name. Neither deserve the traffic, advertisement or publicity they received from this story. I liken this to my policy about a group that likes to picket funerals as a means to get news organizations to publicly disseminate their nonsense. If we stop paying attention, a lot of the attention seekers will disappear.

Read the hard news and stay informed, but beyond that I propose a simple policy when it comes to internet media. This policy could be applied to running or broadly. Unless it's informative or makes you happy, don't click on the link.

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Welcome to the Running for Racers blog!

Since I've been running for 20 years, this first post detailing my entire career mile-by-mile is going to be quite a doozy. On second thought, the Chiefs/Broncos games kicks off shortly and I do have to work in the morning, so that's probably not the best plan. I'd probably lose steam before I started documenting all the excitement from 1998 anyway. In lieu of a complete history, I'll kick this blog off with an abbreviated background, some recent history and my plans for the 2014 running season.

Although I've run recreationally since college, I had only ran 3 5Ks and one sprint triathlon through 2009. In 2010 that changed significantly for reasons that will be the subject of a future post. In 2011, after a decade or so of cajoling from my girlfriend/fiancé/wife, I registered for and ran my first marathon in Hartford. The longest distance I'd raced before Hartford was a 10K, but that first marathon started an exciting (occasionally expensive and painful) journey. 

My philosophy on running races is to use them as a springboard to visit interesting and/or favorite places. Having lived in Berkeley between 2003-2005, the San Francisco Marathon has been on my radar for a while. Finally my wife and I decided 2014 would be a good time to visit the Bay Area again, and running the marathon would be as good an excuse as any to make the journey. On a bit of a whim, I submitted an application to the San Francisco Marathon Ambassadors after registering for the race and receiving an email notification about the program. I mostly forgot about applying and assumed my services were not needed until a couple weeks ago when I received the invitation to join the team. So here I am. For good or ill. Which, has yet to be determined.

I'm still in the process of learning about what SFMAs do, but I thought a blog would be a good way to start contributing. Along the way, I want to include some stories about my experiences running - why I do it, personal philosophy, interesting races I've run, training "tips" and whatever else seems relevant. Maybe this will be interesting and useful to other people. Or maybe not. We'll have to see.

2013 has been my busiest racing year so far, and I can feel it in my legs. I have completed 26 races already and have 3 more on the calendar. This schedule included 3 marathons and my first half ironman. Despite occasionally planning to the contrary, I always end up racing hard whenever I toe the starting line of a race. Since I always fail miserably at casual race participation, I'm planning to ratchet back on racing in 2014 (sort of). In addition to the San Francisco Marathon in July, I'll be looking to complete the LA/SF Challenge by running the LA Marathon in March. I've already registered for the Pumpkinman Half Ironman in September. The Willi-Whammer Half Marathon (April) and Soapstaone 24K Trail Race (May) are also in the mix. If my legs are still attached to my torso in the fall, I want to make my trail marathon debut in October's Nipmuck Trail Marathon. Pepper in a few local shorter races and I'll almost certainly fail in my goal to race less.

And away we go.....