26.2 in 5

It is a lousy time to get sick. But, it seems that every time I taper my body thinks that it is a good time to fall apart. So, after a fierce allergy attack yesterday afternoon, I found myself spiraling out of control and right into the nasty matrix of sinus infection and bronchitis. I am dosing up and hoping I can kick the bug quickly and sufficiently to run on Saturday. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Despite the nagging head and chest infections, I went out for a nice gentle three-mile run this morning. My legs felt great. Now if I can just get the rest of me to follow suit.

Spectators at the Marathon

The Country Music Marathon is quite a spectacle to watch. Thousands of friends, family members, and fans of road racing turn out along the course to watch and cheer. It is very exciting and lots and lots of fun. But with the crowds, getting around can be a bit of a challenge. I think that the two best places to watch the race are: at the beginning of the race, along Belmont Avenue, where you can see the runners go out and back (and you can get some great coffee at Bongo Java while you wait) and, toward the end of the race, just above downtown alongside the Farmer's Market (8th Avenue north), where you can also watch the runners go out and back. Afterwards, you can walk over the downtown bridges to the Titans stadium and watch the finish. For parking, the best bet is to park on the west side of the river downtown so that you can avoid the stadium traffic snarls. Again, just walk across one or another of the three bridges.

26.2 in 6

Go slow! That needs to be my motto from today until the end of the week. I need to focus on energy and effort conservation at all times; taking everything at as relaxed a pace as possible. I have a fairly full week ahead, so I am going to have to concentrate on keeping stresses to a minimum. I am going to have to try to avoid rushing about and doing everything at top speed--like what I usually do. Slowing everything down will allow me to focus instead of fire-fighting. Throughout this week, I am going to try and observe the maxim; "if I'm standing, I should be sitting; if my feet are down, they should be up." My aim is simply to save all my energy for Saturday's race. By the time I line up at Centennial Park, I want to be like a coiled spring, ready to give it my all and complete the Country Music Marathon with endurance, persistence, and determination!

26.2 in 7

Today, I took my last long run before the Country Music Marathon. I ran my regular ten-mile route--parts of which are quite hilly. Then I did a warm-down three mile walk. It felt great--though my knee and my back are a little achy now, a few hours later. Hopefully, those aches and pains will all vanish before the big day in just a week.

The plan for the coming week is to stay loose with a few short, easy runs, but also to get in some good rest, some carbo-loading, and some mental preparation for the 26.2 challenge ahead. It's still seven days away but already, I can hardly think of anything else.

26.2 in 8

I watched the OLN broadcast of the Boston Marathon on Monday. What an amazing race. Kenyan runners won both the men's and women's races. So, what else is new? Well, what else is new is the fact that eight of the top fifteen finishers were Americans--including third, fourth, fifth and seventh places. That is the best result in more than twenty years!

My friend Peter Pressman finished with a fine 4:13.32 and my cyber-friend Steve Walker soldiered on to a 5:33.41 finish despite serious stomache aches from almost the start. It was both great fun and tremendous inspiration following them in the race.

All this has come at just the right time for me. In just over a week I will be attempting to once again run the Country Music Marathon. Not that I'm really ready for this huge undertaking--at least, not physically. But, after all the great Boston hype, I am so excited to once again participate in something so remarkable.

I will never win a marathon. I will never even win my age group in a marathon. And no one will ever be impressed with my time. But, just to do this, just to compete, just to finish 26.2 miles, is more than enough for me.

This week I began my "taper." My training hasn't really been sufficient for a true taper. But, here I go. On Monday, I did a good ten-miler. On Tuesday, I did an easy six-miler. It was great. Today, I was going to do a long run, but thunderstorms have pushed it back to tomorrow. I am so looking forward to this challenge--and believe me: it is quite the challenge!

Boston Marathon History

Tuesday, March 15, 1887: The Boston Athletic Association was established, and construction began soon after on the B.A.A. Clubhouse at the corner of Exeter and Blagden Streets.

April 14, 1896: The marathon race at the first modern Olympic Games in Athens in 1896 served as the inspiration for the B.A.A. Boston Marathon, which was held the following spring.

Monday, April 19, 1897: The B.A.A. Marathon in Boston was originally called the "American Marathon" and was the final event of the B.A.A. Games--inspired by the events in Athens the previous year. The first running of the B.A.A. Road Race commenced at the site of Metcalf's Mill in Ashland and finished at the Irvington Street Oval near Copley Square. John J. McDermott, of New York, emerged from a 15-member starting field to capture the inaugural Boston Marathon.

Tuesday, April 19, 1898: In its second running, the B.A.A. Marathon welcomed its first foreign champion when 22-year-old Boston College student Ronald J. MacDonald, of Antigonish, Nova Scotia, won the race in 2:42:00. MacDonald's accomplishment foreshadowed the international appeal the race would later attract. Today, 19 countries can claim a Boston Marathon champion. The United States leads the list with 41 triumphs.

Wednesday, April 19, 1911: The legendary Clarence H. DeMar of Melrose, Massachusetts won his first of seven Boston Marathon titles. However, on the advice of medical "experts," DeMar initially "retired" from the sport following his first title. He later won six titles between 1922 and 1930, including three consecutive from 1922 through 1924. DeMar was 41 years old when he won his final title in 1930.

Friday, April 19, 1918: Due to American involvement in World War I, the traditional Patriots' Day race underwent a change of format. A 10-man military relay race was contested on the course, and the team from Camp Devens in Ayer, Massachusetts, bested the field in 2:24:53.

Saturday, April 19, 1924: The course was lengthened to 26 miles, 385 yards to conform to the Olympic standard, and the starting line was moved west from Ashland to Hopkinton.

Thursday, April 19, 1928: John A. "The Elder" Kelley made his Boston Marathon debut. Kelley, who won the race in 1935 and again in 1945, has the record for most Boston Marathons started (61) and finished (58). His final race came in 1992 at the age of 84. Meanwhile, Clarence DeMar captured his second straight title (his sixth overall). To date, only nine champions have returned to successfully defend their title. DeMar is the only one to have posted consecutive triumphs on more than one occasion (1922-24 and 1927-28).

Monday, April 20, 1936: The last of Newton's hills was given the nickname "Heartbreak Hill" by Boston Globe reporter Jerry Nason. When John A. Kelley caught eventual champion Ellison "Tarzan" Brown on the Newton hills, Kelley made a friendly gesture of tapping Brown on the shoulder. Brown responded by regaining the lead on the final hill, and as Nason reported, "breaking Kelley's heart."

Saturday, April 19, 1941: Leslie Pawson of Pawtucket, Rhode Island joined Clarence DeMar as the only champion to win the men's open race three times or more. Pawson first won the race in 1933 and added a second title in 1938. The pair has since been joined by Gerard Cote, Bill Rodgers, Eino Oksanen, Ibrahim Hussein, and Cosmas Ndeti.

Saturday, April 19, 1947: For the only time in the history of the men's open race, a world-record was established at the Boston Marathon when Korean Yun Bok Suh turned in a 2:25:39 performance.

Saturday, April 20, 1957: John J. Kelley became the first and currently lone B.A.A. club member to win the Boston Marathon. In addition, from 1946 to 1967, Kelley was the only American to win the race.

Tuesday, April 19, 1966: Although not an official entrant, Roberta "Bobbi" Gibb became the first woman to run the Boston Marathon. Joining the starting field shortly after the gun had been fired, Gibb finished the race in 3:21:40 to place 126th overall. Gibb again claimed the "unofficial" title in 1967 and 1968.

Wednesday, April 19, 1967: By signing her entry form "K. V. Switzer," Kathrine Switzer became the first woman to receive a number in the Boston Marathon. By her own estimate, Switzer finished in 4:20:00.

Monday, April 20, 1970: Qualifying standards were introduced. The official B.A.A. entry form stated, "A runner must submit the certification that he has trained sufficiently to finish the course in less than four hours."

Monday, April 17, 1972: Women were allowed to officially run the Boston Marathon, and Nina Kuscsik emerged from an eight-member starting field to win the race in 3:10:26.

Monday, April 21, 1975: A trio of stories emerged from this race, as Bill Rodgers collected his first of four titles, Bob Hall became the first officially recognized participant to complete the course in a wheelchair, and Liane Winter of West Germany established a women's world-best of 2:42:24. Hall was granted permission to enter the race provided that he covered the distance in under three hours. Hall finished in 2:58:00, signaling the start of the wheelchair division in the race.

Monday, April 19, 1982: Alberto Salazar and Dick Beardsley became the first two runners to break 2:09:00 in the same race after dueling one another for first place over the final nine miles. Salazar emerged victorious from the thrilling final sprint to the finish, with Beardsley just two seconds behind in 2:08:54.

Monday, April 18, 1983: Joan Benoit won her second Boston Marathon in a world-best time of 2:22:43. Benoit, who won the Olympic Marathon the following summer, became the first person to win the Boston and Olympic Marathons. Greg Meyer, a resident of Massachusetts at the time, won the men's race and is the most recent American man to win the Boston Marathon.

Monday, April 21, 1986: Through the generous support of principal sponsor John Hancock Financial Services, prize money was awarded for the first time, and Rob de Castella of Australia earned $60,000 and a Mercedes-Benz for finishing first in a course-record time of 2:07:51. On the women's side, Ingrid Kristiansen of Norway captured her first of two Boston Marathon titles in 2:24:55 (she won her second title in 1989).

Monday, April 18, 1988: Kenya's Ibrahim Hussein finished one second ahead of Tanzania's Juma Ikangaa, and became the first African to win Boston or any other major marathon. Hussein, who also won in 1991 and 1992, established a trend in which African runners won 14 of 16 races.

Monday, April 15, 1996: The historic 100th running of the Boston Marathon attracted 38,708 official entrants (36,748 starters; 35,868 finishers), which stands as the largest field of finishers in history. Uta Pippig overcame a huge time deficit and severe dehydration in the final miles, among other difficulties, to become the first woman of the official era to win the race in three consecutive years.

Monday, April 20, 1998: The performances of Moses Tanui (2:07:34), Joseph Chebet (2:07:37), and Gert Thys (2:07:52) marked the first time in the history of the sport that three runners finished in under 2:08:00.

Monday, April 17, 2000: After seven consecutive victories (1990-1996) followed by three years as runner-up (1997-1999), Jean Driscoll won an unprecedented eighth title in the wheelchair division, moving her past legendary Hall of Famer Clarence DeMar for most all-time victories at Boston.

Monday, April 16, 2001: After an unprecedented ten consecutive victories by Kenyans in the men's race, Lee Bong-Ju of Korea halted the streak with his 2:09:43 win. The last Korean winner at Boston prior to Lee was Kee Yong Ham, who was the men's race champion in 1950.

Marathon Madness

The Boston Marathon is an extraordinary spectacle. Between 500,000 and a million spectators line the 26.2-mile course annually, making the marathon one of the world's most widely viewed one-day sporting events, according to estimates by police and public safety officials from the eight cities and towns along the route. And as if that were not enough, in terms of on-site media coverage, the Boston Marathon ranks behind only the Super Bowl as the largest single day sporting event in the world. More than a thousand media members, representing more than 250 outlets, have requested media credentials for the 110th running of the race this coming Monday. That's a big deal.

The Long and Short of It

I awoke this morning with a sore throat, no voice, and the sure signs of a springtime cold. Not a good thing for a day when I really needed to go long. I went through the motions, but by mile six, I was laboring terribly. My plan was to try to get in between twenty and twenty-two miles. I finally gave up the ghost at eighteen. That leaves me still uncertain about whether I can go the full distance at the Country Music Marathon in two weeks. I really should be ready to taper at this point rather than still trying to get in a good long run. Nevertheless, I am hoping I will be able to do one more long run before I start racheting down the weekly milage.

Boston Marathon

The Boston Marathon is the world's oldest annual marathon and one of the world's most prestigious road races. This year, the 110th running of the event--which is annually held on the Patriots Day holiday--will be contested this coming Monday, April 17. A maximum field of 20,000 qualifying participants (with qualifying times that are incredibly tough) will run the historic point-to-point route from Hopkinton to Boston. An estimated 500,000-1,000,000 spectators will line the 26.2-mile route, making the Boston Marathon one of the most popular, accesible, and exciting sporting events in America.

This year, the marathon will be broadcast live on OLN (the same Outdoor Life Network that broadcasts the Tour de France every summer) from 10:30 AM-1:30 PM CST. There will also be a broadcast rerun beginning at 4 PM CST. I can hardly wait. I'm actually taking the day off just to make sure I am able to see it all, from start to finish.

One of these days I'd love to run Boston--but I may have to move up several more age groups before I can reach the qualifying standards. Until then, I'll be content with OLN's coverage.

This Week

I've taken it pretty easy this week. On Monday, I ran five good miles on my hill route. Tuesday, I did three miles on the same route. Then today, I ran with my grandson in a jogging stroller--just three miles, but it felt like ten! Tomorrow, I will do my last really long run before the Country Music Marathon in two weeks. I am going to try to do between twenty and twenty-two miles in the morning--it will be a real test of how ready I am. If I struggle, if my knee starts acting up again, or if I just really don't have the conditioning to do it, I will settle for the half marathon on April 29. But obviously, I am still hoping that despite my on-again-off-again training schedule, I'll somehow be able to do the whole thing.

Going 19

How is it possible to run a twisting and curving, up and down, out and back route with the wind constantly in my face? Doesn't make a bit of sense. But, that is pretty much what my long run felt like today. I did my regular hill route and then made my way into Franklin, turned around, and came back to the hills. It was slow going because of the gusting winds. But, long runs are supposed to be slow going. I wanted to try to get in 22 miles or so but finally gave up the ghost at 19 and a half. Interestingly, when I got back home my Country Music Marathon confirmation packet was waiting for me in the mail. I'm still not entirely convinced I should run the full marathon. But, going 19 today sure helps.

Stormy Weather

Fierce thunderstorms, hail, and high winds pounded Middle Tennessee yesterday. While most of us in Franklin suffered only very superficial damage, tornadoes struck just to the north of us inflicting devastating damage. A cool front has now settled in across the region--the prevailing winds are still strong and the rain comes and goes. Not exactly the best weather for a long run. Nevertheless, I have to get one in today. So, I am going to bundle up and trundle out.

Dodging Thunderstorms

My run plans were interrupted today by severe thunderstorms, hail, and rumors of a tornado. Despite these difficulties, I was able to do just about three miles of good hill work. Hopefully by tomorrow, the bad weather will be past us and I can log my long run.

Tom King Photos

Hill and Tempo Work

Yesterday, I went out for a quick recovery run of two miles. It felt awful--I was still stiff from the half marathon debacle this weekend. Today was better. I got in three good miles of hill work. Another mile of flat tempo runs. And then, Karen and I walked three miles. So, I had a good balanced work out. Now what I need is a really good long run late in the week--maybe a twenty or twenty-two miler.

Jackson Marathon

This past Friday night I spoke in Memphis at the wonderful 10th anniversary celebration of Westminster Academy--a fabulous classical Christian school in Germantown. As I drove out of the parking lot of the church that evening, I made a last minute decision to run in Jackson the next morning. If I was going to do that then I knew I would have to drive a little more than an hour, find a hotel somewhere nearby the race, get settled in, and then be up early the next morning ready to run. I was feeling great, so I thought I'd give it a go.

Big mistake. I didn't get into my hotel until after 11 PM. Then, I had a hard time sleeping. I was just too exhausted. Ever have that happen? Too tired to sleep?

Well, the next morning, I awoke to discover that the temperatures had not cooled significantly over night. I knew it was going to be a hot one! And was it ever! Then, I found out that the course was hilly throughout. Oh boy! Everything was conspiring to make this more difficult than 13.1 miles really need to be.

But, even though it was just about the most painful and slowest half marathon ever, I did finish. On that particular day, that was more than enough for me!

It did reinforce the fact that I am still a long, long way from being ready for a full marathon! And I've got a full one to run in just three weeks!

Long Run and Hills

Yesterday, I went for my long run. My goal was to go as far and as long as I could possibly go. It was to be a key test of where I am in my on-again, off-again preparations for the Country Music Marathon this next month. The course I chose had drop off points at six, ten, twelve, fifteen, and twenty miles. I really didn't think I could make it all the way to twenty--and I was right. I made it to fifteen. Even though that is not where I need to be right now, it is the most I've been able to get in since December. So, I was pleased.

Earlier in the week, I'd only done two recovery runs of five and three miles. Then this morning, I braved the breezy cold weather to get in an additional five--this time over hills. And, I was actually able to completely conquer one of my nemesis hills for the first time.

Halfway There

The Tom King Classic couldn't have been run under better conditions. Blue skies and sunshine greeted the three thousand participants first thing this morning--with temperatures in the thirties and forties. The mostly flat course through the Shelby Bottoms in East Nashville was beautiful and the finish in the Titans Stadium was spectacular. I was able to keep a good 9-9:30 pace until mile ten. Then I started to fall apart. That really wasn't a surprise given the amount of training time I've been able to log--but, I was disappointed when I realized that I wouldn't be able to keep that pace all the way to the end.

That said, I had a blast. And it was a good guage of where I am in my preparation for the Country Music Marathon at the end of April. I've got lots of work to do. But, I think it is within reach--I'm at least halfway there.

Tom King Half

I picked up my race packet for the Tom King Half Marathon today. It is a big and well-organized race with both the start and the finish at the Titans stadium. The out-and-back course runs through the Shelby Bottoms along the east bank of the Columbia River across from downtown (following the last six and a half miles of the Country Music Marathon route).

The 5K starts at 7 tomorrow morning. Then the Half Marathon starts an hour later. I was initially thinking about doing both races, but decided that would probably be just a bit much for me given my sporadic training the last few months.

The forecast for the start calls for partly-cloudy skies with temps in the mid-thirties. But, by the time I finish a couple of hours later, it will have warmed up considerably--into the upper-forties. Perfect race conditions!

I had a great ten-mile tune up run on Monday and then a quick little five-miler on Thursday. Other than that, I haven't really had a chance to get out on the roads this week due to travel and busyness. But, I think I am actually more ready for this than I was the Austin Marathon a month ago--if for no other reason than the fact that I am just doing it for fun. I am planning to run well below my usual target times--just so I can stroll along and enjoy the people, the atmosphere, and the wonderful East-Nashville-Saturday-Morning-in-Springtime ethos.

Great Run Days

The last couple of days have been great for running. The temperatures have been perfect, the skies have been blue, and I had a few open blocks of time in my schedule. Yesterday, I went for a great seven-mile run through my favorite hilly neighborhood. This morning, I added five miles of more serious hill work. And tonight, after spending the day at the SEC basketball tourney, I added four more miles of easy running. Now, if I can just get in a good long run on Monday, I think I'll be ready for the Tom King half marathon this next weekend.

Wind Chill

I can run in the cold. I can run in the heat. Humidity is tough, but I can handle it. I have run in the pouring rain before (during the summer) and it was actually kinda fun (except for the drips on my glasses). I can run in the early morning, during the day, or into the evening. Running by moonlight? I've done it. And, I've loved it.

There is one thing that does put a damper on my training though: wind. Wind in the winter, just cuts right through me. Wind in the spring or fall dispirits me and slows me way, way down. And of course, there is never any wind in the summer--not even a cooling breeze--so, the only time it might be welcome, it is non-existent.

This month it has been inordinately windy. I went out for a five-miler three different times this week. Each time, I wound up cutting the runs down to four miles. Just because of the wind.

I am supposed to be preparing for a half marathon a week from Saturday. I'm going to need some windless days--and soon--if I am ever going to get in that one last long run.

The Rubber Chicken Circuit

I travel. A lot. I speak at banquets, conferences, meetings, and conventions. Lots of them. Both the travel and the banquets, conferences, meetings, and conventions can wreck havoc on training. I'm not sure there is a lot that can be done about some of the things that road warriors have to face--but, I've learned to take at least a few precautions. First, I try never to actually eat the rubber chickens--I'll eat the salad, the veggies, and pick at everything else. Next, I always try to take advantage of the hotel workout rooms--even if they are really poorly equpped. Finally, I try my best to steer clear of the snacking, late night TV, and the lack of rest that life on the road seems to foist upon us at every turn.

So tonight, I ran three miles on the really shoddy treadmill in the hotel before I went out to speak at the banquet. I only poked around at the dinner. And then got back to the hotel as soon as I could to get a full night's sleep.

It is not exactly the sort of regimen that Deana Kastor or Alan Culpepper would approve of--but it is at least doable. So, it is what I'm gonna continue to do. Rubber chickens or no.

Consistency

Consistency, consistency, consistency. According to running guru Jeff Galloway, consistency is the most critical element in marathon training. Day after day, week after week, and month after month, it is essential that a runner remain consistent in his or her training--getting in the four or five miles at least four times during the week in addition to one long run.

Well, if that is the case, then my inconsistency over the past three months is not a good sign. My work schedule has been very intense. This week for instance, I was able to get a quick four-miler in on Tuesday afternoon and a three-miler in yesterday afternoon. Today, I am hoping I can log some treadmill time--I am in a hotel in Knoxville preparing to speak at a fundraising banquet tonight.

Obviously, that is hardly the kind of consistency I need to do maintain my running fitness but it is particularly woeful in light of the fact that my next half marathon is in two weeks and my next full marathon is just eight weeks away. Yikes. I've got to find a way to get some road work in. Some serious road work. Some serious and consistent road work.

Back in the Saddle

I only had once chance to get in a long run this weekend--during the afternoon yesterday. I am speaking all weekend long, so I knew I would really need it. This was my first run since the Austin trip so I decided to take it a little easy. I got in five good miles of tempo pacing and then walked an additional four afterward. It was great to get back in the saddle.

Meanwhile, the weirdness of the Austin Marathon continues: I got an e-mail from the company that took the official photos for the race saying that none of mine turned out. There were photographers at three different stages of the race in addition to the finish line . None of the photos turned out. Par for the course, I guess.

Continuing Weirdness

RunFAR Racing Services was responsible for the timing and scoring of the 2006 Freescale Marathon and Half Marathon. I just received an e-mail informing me that all the weirdness we experienced with the race organization, the course routing, and the weather also somehow affected the timing: "At the start of the race, we misdiagnosed an interference problem and failed to review how our staff set up the digital antenna controllers. As a result, we missed half of the participants at the start line. We regret to inform you of this mistake and we are truly apologetic for the mishap." Oy veh!

Austin Weirdness

"Keep Austin Weird" is the unofficial motto of the Texas capital. This past weekend, the city lived up to its name--or at least, its weather did. In town for the Freescale Austin Marathon and Half Marathon, I had packed for the predicted weather: moderate temperatures ranging between the high-forties and the low-sixties. When I arrived at the airport, it was downright hot: in the mid-eighties. By the next morning a cold front had pushed temperatures down into the thirties--and they just kept on falling. The morning of the race we were faced with temperatures in the twenties with sleet and freezing rain.

And that was just the beginning of the weirdness. The race organizers decided to delay the start by almost forty-five minutes because there were more than a hundred wrecks on the freeways involving participants of the 10,000-member race field. Needless to say, everything was terribly confused and messy. So, those of us who had arrived on time got to stand around in the cold, wet pre-dawn conditions waiting for the start. In the end, I didn't actually cross the start-line until almost an hour after the advertised time.

I've raced in colder conditions. But, I've never felt more frozen. I couldn't even feel my feet until around mile-three. And my hands didn't start to tingle with warmth until mile-five. Alas, it was only a momentary thaw: at mile-eleven the race route was hit with a bitter crosswind that chilled me to my bones. Two years ago at the Army-Navy game, I came about as close as I'd even been to really being amongst the "frozen chosen." This weekend in Austin, I made it all the way.

And as if all that were not enough, the Texas Department of Safety spread gravel all along the roads to keep us from slipping and sliding--but much of that gravel wound up in my shoes rather than just on the asphalt. I had to stop three times just to empty them.

So, did all this weirdness make the trip miserable? Not in the least. From the moment Karen and I arrived we were thrilled to be back home--if only for a weekend. We ate TexMex, BBQ, a little more TexMex, a little more BBQ, and just to top it all off, we had yet more TexMex and BBQ. We hit all our favorite spots: Rudy's, Run Tex, Book People, Salt Lick, Serano's, Redeemer Pres, and Z-Tejas. We even got a chance to enjoy long visits over great meals with dear friends.

Oh yeah, and then there was the half-marathon race itself. Well, my chip time was really, really lousy--averaging just under ten-minute miles. But, I knew it was going to be a zombie-lunge given my terribly inconsistent training over the last two months. I hadn't even had a good long run since the first week of December. But, I finished.

Today I am a tiny bit sore. But, satisfied and as close to de-stressed as I have been since the St. Jude's Marathon last year. Now that really is weird.

The Last of the Snow

Snow usually does not last long here in Tennessee. So, I was happy to still see a good ground cover this morning when I set out for another quick three-miler before a long, long day (and week) of meetings. There were only a few slippery spots where I had to step gingerly. But, the sight of the pristine whiteness all along my regular run route was fabulous. I wish I could do this more often.

I haven't had any substantial long runs since early December. Most of my workouts have been caught in snatches. Despite this, I am going to attempt to run in the Austin Marathon this next weekend. I am under no illusions or about my current state of fitness. So, I am going to deliberately go very, very slowly and just enjoy the crowds, the atmostphere, the expo, and the experience. I am going to pay no attention whatsoever to the time, the pace, or anything else the least bit competitive--lest I injure myself right royally.

I have several upcoming races and a couple of months to try to prepare myself for the Country Music Marathon. I'll run the Tom King Half, the Andrew Jackson Half, and several 5K races to see if I can't get somewhere close to the fitness I need to shoot for a Sub-4 run in April. But, in order to do that, I am going to have to free up more time in my schedule. We'll see.

Snow Run

My dear New England friends will probably scoff at the notion, but I found it thrilling to run in the snow this morning--a first for me. Admittedly, it wasn't exactly a Nor'easter. But, it was steady snowfall the likes of which we rarely get here in Tennessee. I am in Tullahoma, about an hour or so south of Franklin. I will speak three times later this morning so I wanted to make sure I got in at least three miles. It may be just about the last time I am able to run before I head off to Austin next weekend. My three miles in the midst of a winter wonderland were delightful.

No SES. But, No SOS.

No speed. No endurance. No stamina. But, that's OK. Really. I'm still going.

After my last longish run before I head off to Austin for next weekend's Austin Freescale Marathon, I have settled into the comfortable realization that I am going to have to forget about time and just enjoy the weekend. I'm just not in shape and nothing is going to change that now.

So, I'll go to the expo. I'll hit all my favorite Austin haunts (mostly bookstores and restaurants). I'll catch up with a few friends. I'll revel with the crowds at Barton Springs and the Town Lake trails. I'll make a couple of trips to RunTex. I'll run for fun, taking it easy all that way from start to finish. And all that taken together will be very, very good.

So, my slow and sluggish seven-miler this morning was plenty sufficient--despite the lack of speed, endurance, or stamina.

Afternoon Run

Even when it is cold and windy, sunshine makes a run bearable. So once again, I waited until the afternoon to do a quick three-mile tempo run. I am hoping that I'll be able to do a good final long run on Friday before I go out of town to speak at a conference this weekend. It'll probably be my last chance for a long one before the Austin Marathon the next weekend. I am not even close to being in shape--I had originally planned on a really solid warm-up for the Tom King and Andrew Jackson races in March. Now, I am just hoping to finish.

Wimped Out

OK. So, I wimped out. It was cold, dark, and windy when I had planned to run this morning. So, I waited until this afternoon when it was cold, light, and windy before I trotted out my easy tempo three-miler.

Super Bowl Warm-Ups

After church but before the big game, I got in a quick five miles. It was cold and windy, but the sun was shining and I was really ready for a good workout. I am nowhere near where I need to be for the Austin Marathon in two weeks, but I am at least getting in a few more miles than what I had been getting during the last month or so.

Tomorrow morning it is supposed to be really, really cold. But, I've got to do some tempo runs this week, so I am just going to have to bundle up and grind out a few miles.

Brutish and Short

For the first time in weeks, I was able to set aside sufficient time for a long run this afternoon. I decided to try to tackle my "hills course." Big mistake. Out of shape, tired from the hectic pace of the past month or so, and stressed from a long morning of meetings, I just about died on the first major incline. I stuck with it for almost two hours--but was only able to go about ten brutish miles.

I do get a chance to squeeze in a 5K race in the morning. It is actually the Team Nashville Ten-Miler, but because I have a big budget meeting later in the morning, I am going to try to just run the first three or so and then dash back across town to make it to my meeting. Not ideal, but at least I'll have a chance to catch up a bit with the Nashville running community.

Cold and Dark

At the beginning of the week it didn't look like I would get a chance to do any training until maybe Friday--and then only maybe. My schedule is just wall-to-wall-to-wall commitments--I generally leave home long before sunrise and I don't get back until well after nightfall. I do love what I am called to do. But, the very thought of missing all my training opportunities was starting to make me really miserable--to say nothing of what it was doing to everyone else around me!

So, I decided to do something drastic. I got up at 4:30 AM, bundled up, and headed out for a short run. It was cold and dark--but, I felt so much better afterward. I don't want to make a habit of this sort of thing, but I was starting to get desperate. I'll do just about anything, I guess, to get in my five miles.

World Marathon Majors

The world's five premier international marathons--the Boston Marathon, the London Marathon, the Berlin Marathon, the Chicago Marathon, and the New York City Marathon--have joined forces to collectively represent the top echelon in the sport of marathon running. These five events will now be known as the World Marathon Majors.

The directors of the five races will launch the World Marathon Majors Series this spring at the 110th Boston Marathon on Monday, April 17. The series will culminate at the 2007 New York City Marathon on November 4 with the award of a total $1 million prize purse split evenly between the top male and female series finishers.

In addition, over the two-year scoring period, the world's best marathoners will earn points when they finish among the top five places at the individual WMM races, the IAAF World Marathon Championships, and the Olympic Marathon.

"This is one of the most significant changes in the history of our sport," said Dave Bedford, race director of the London Marathon. "The World Marathon Majors Series marks the start of a new era of growth and excitement for our sport."

"The World Marathon Majors marks the first time in the sport's history that the world's top five races have joined together for the common good and promotion of the sport by creating a unified global circuit of the sport's best and most prestigious 26.2-mile championships," said Guy Morse, executive director of the Boston Marathon.

The announcement of the WMM Series was made in joint news conferences in Boston and London and included the endorsement and backing of many of the world's best athletes, including world record-holder Paul Tergat of Kenya and Olympic marathon silver medalist Meb Keflezighi of the United States.

"Our races are to our sport what Wimbledon and the Australian, U.S., and French Opens are to tennis, and what the Masters, U.S., and British Opens and PGA Champions hip are to golf," said Mary Wittenberg, race director of the New York City Marathon. "Each race has the history, the tradition, the honor roll of legendary champions, and a special place in the eyes of all to make them stand apart from the other events."

After the WMM Series commences this spring at Boston and at the London Marathon on April 23, the competition will continue in the autumn at the Berlin-Marathon on September 24, the Chicago Marathon on October 22, and the New York City Marathon on November 5.

Sunday Stroll

Today after church the beautiful blue skies and the moderate temeratures were just too alluring so Karen and I went out for a nice three-mile walk.

Afterward, I started planning the workouts I'll need to get in before I run the Country Music Marathon in April. They will include:

Foundation Runs: Steady runs at a comfortable, moderate aerobic pace

Strides: 20-second relaxed sprints with 40-second jogging recoveries.

Long Runs: Twelve to twenty mile runs done at the same pace as the foundation runs.

Hill Repetitions: Uphill running intervals done at near maximum intensity with two-minute jogging recoveries.

Fartlek Runs: Foundation runs with scattered 30-second bursts at one-mile race pace.

Tempo Runs: Steady runs at a 10K race pace sandwiched between a long warm-up and cool-down.

Speed Intervals: One-minute running intervals done at one-mile race pace with three-minute active recoveries.

Lactate Intervals: One to three-minute running intervals done at VO2 max pace with jogging recoveries of equal duration.

Hopefully, my schedule will cooperate and I'll actually get the time to prepare like I really need to in order to finish well.

Context Is Everything

If it weren't for the fact that I am supposed to be training for a marathon in three weeks, I'd be happy with my eight mile run total today (one this morning and seven this afternoon). And my six-day total of thirty-four miles would ordinarily have made for a very good week. Context is everything.

Short Long Run

The plan was to get in a good long run today. But, because of meetings and other scheduling conflicts, there just wasn't enough time for an honest-to-goodness long run. So, I settled for a sort-of long run, a short long run of just seven miles. But, it looks like I'll have some extra time tomorrow between obligations so I am going to try to squeeze in a few more then.

My Austin Marathon training has turned into a fiasco--I'm just three weeks away and I have not done any serious long runs, tempo training runs, or speed work since late November. Nevertheless, I am going to give this a go and see what happens. Pray for me!

Junk Again

OK. The plan is to try to get in a real training run tomorrow morning early--despite the forcast for cold, overcast skies. But, I wanted to warm up a bit and see how my legs felt following the two longish runs earlier this week. So, I sloughed through three more junk miles.

A Bit More Junk

Two days in a row! This is a record! For the past two months--since the St. Jude Marathon--my schedule has prohibited me from stringing together two training days in a row. Until today. They were still junk miles, but those seven junk miles convinced me that I can probably still do the Austin Marathon in three weeks--albeit slowly and with much decrepitude. I am encouraged.

Junk Miles

All the training guides warn against trying to get in "junk miles." In other words, they aren't real keen on mileage undertaken just for the sake of mileage. Part of the reason is that junk miles increase the risk of injury. In addition, junk miles tend to be unplanned and serendipitous--and thus, they are not a part of a balance training plan.

The thing is, when no balanced training plan is actually possible due to persistent scheduling conflicts, junk miles are better than no miles at all. So today, I cobbled together nine junk miles--which was glorious indeed.

Another Three

After a long and tiring weekend meeting, I was able to get in a quick three miles. Nothing special, just trudging through.

Four Essentials

According to most experts, there are four essential elements for marathon training: endurance, strength, speed, and stamina. Endurance is the training base of distance, distance, and more distance. Strength is the added dimension of anaerobic athleticism. Speed is, of course, the rapidity of stride turnover. Stamina is the ability to maintain that stride turnover for extended periods of time.

Good form in preparing for a marathon demands different types of workouts for each of these essential elements. In other words, it is not enough to simply "run a lot."

The problem is that busy schedules tend to mitigate against anything and everything except sporadic road work. And that makes for bad marathoning.

Unable to focus on any of the four essentials, at least I got in three lackadaisical miles today.

Catch As Catch Can

I've very nearly given up hope of getting back on track with my training plan for the Austin Marathon in February. So now, I just squeeze in any kind of run whenever and wherever I possibly can. Today, I snatched a few minutes out of the crowded hours of my day to get in a treadmill five-miler at the YMCA. Tomorrow is fully scheduled with wall-to-wall appointments so I know I won't get to run then. Friday is just as bad. I am going to see what I can do about possibly getting in another quick jaunt on a treadmill Thursday and then maybe have a short morning run on Saturday before launching into a very busy meeting schedule for the rest of the weekend. Whew! Maybe, just maybe, next week can be a little better.

Cold Catch Up

With my training plan really on the ropes, I knew that if I got a chance today, I'd need to get in a little catch up running. The day dawned cold, snowy, and windy. Not good. But, by this afternoon the sun was out and the sky was blue. It was still cold and windy, but I bundled up and got in a good five-miler. I didn't exactly catch up. But, it certainly was better than nothing.

I'll Take What I Can Get

For some rather inexplicable reason, my run yesterday left me a little sore. So, I took it really easy today with a "Gallowayed" three-miler. We're supposed to have cold, windy, and wet weather tomorrow, so I knew I had to get in something today because it may be a while before I can run again.

I'm supposed to be training for a half marathon in a month. Because of my schedule and the peculiar providences of life, the training plan I'd set up weeks ago is pretty well shot, so if and whenever I can get in a few miles, I'll just take what I can--with gratitude.

Road Therapy

When the vicissitudes of life intrude on the best laid plans of mice and men (as is wont to be the case on an almost daily basis) I have found that I can either fret, fume, and fulminate or I can run.

Today, laboring under a great weight, I chose to run. Twice. Nine miles total.

The running doesn't alter the circumstances of our sundry adversities. But, it does alter us. It does alter me. And it has altered me.

I'm better now. At least, I think so. Until tomorrow.

Group Run

I've never been terribly inclined to do group runs. I do enjoy the atmosphere and camaraderie of races. But, when I am grinding out the miles in training, I have always preferred to run alone.

Until today.

Admittedly, the group run I went on today was not exactly typical. But, it sure was fun. For the first time, I ran with my grandson (well, OK; he was in a stroller). And the dogs came along too just to make the comic scene complete.

I only made it three miles--running with a stroller is not as easy as it looks (even a not-so-cheap stroller that is sort-of-designed for running). But, hey; they were three quite glorious miles punctuated with giggles, laughs, and a good deal of nonsense. What more could you ask for?

Trail Runs

Trail running is so much easier on the knees and legs than road running. This morning I was able to get in another three miles. And this despite the nine-miler yesterday. This evening I hit the trails again for three more. Amazingly, my legs still feel fresh--I just got out too late to get in much more than that. Tomorrow, I'll know better and go longer.

Florida Running

I am in the Flordia panhandle for a few days. The weather this morning was rainy and stormy--I was afraid that I might not be able to get in a run. But, by late this afternoon, the skies cleared and the sun shone. So, I got out to the trails and ran and ran and ran. At first, my legs felt tired and unresponsive. But, after about three miles, I really started to feel great. Finally, the sun began to slip below the horizon and I had to call it quits--after nine miles. It was a great way to start the week.

Resolution Run

This year the first falls on a Sunday. As a result, I was hoping that Nashville's annual Resolution 5K might be scheduled for a time designed to accomodate church-goers. Nothing doing. As a result, since I knew I wouldn't be running in it for the first time in three years, I decided to have my own little resolution run today.

My private New Year's Eve jaunt was a five-miler and was blessed by great sunshine, pleasant temperatures, and a fresh breeze from the south. Indeed, it was so perfect that I concluded it with an actual resolution: sub-four. That's right. I'm going to take a shot at trying to do a marathon sometime during 2006 with a time somewhere, anywhere below four hours.

Just three days ago I was wavering on whether I would ever even attempt another marathon. And now, here I am proposing to not only do one more, but to do it faster than I've ever gone before! Yikes!

It's Always Something

It seems that the weather changes these days faster than fads and fashions on a college campus. First it is sunny, bright, and almost warm. Then suddenly, it is cool, dreary, and blustery. It is hard to plan a run for optimim conditions when you can't predict the conditions. I waited a little too late today to get in my run. The wind was howling from the north bringing in a fresh cold front. I battled it for three miles before finally giving in and turning back toward home. My head cold and my IT Band were starting to cooperate--even my schedule was allowing some rare flexibility. But the weather did me in. It's always something.

Unintended Long Run

I decided first thing this morning to take it easy. The weather was dreary, cold, blustery, and wet. My head cold was worsening. And my IT Band was still bothering me. So, I went in to the Y for a quick three mile run and a short circuit around the weight room.

But then, the weather cleared. The temperatures soared into the sixties. The sun was shining. The birds were singing. And just then, I got several stressful, difficult phone calls in a row. There was nothing for it: I had to go run.

I thought I might just destress and pray in the sunshine for a mile or two. The next thing I knew, five miles had slipped by. I was still going strong. When the sun finally sunk below the clouds and a chill returned to the air, I decided that it was the better part of reason to stop--but I really didn't want to. I'd run eight and was still feeling good.

My head cold and the difficult situations are still there--but now with my unintended long run under my belt, I'm in a much better humor to deal with them.

Y Cross-Training

Like most Americans, I really over-did-it over the Christmas weekend. Pies, cakes, candies--to say nothing of the traditional Christmas tamales! I ate too much and got too little exercise. I paid for it today at the Y with a good, intense cross-training session. I ran three miles, biked for thirty minutes, and made two circuits around the weight room.

Going Long

I probably waited too late to get my long run in for the week--by this morning, the weather was blustery and threatening rain. Still, I had a hard time dragging myself out. But, once I finally got out there, the miles just melted away and I remembered all over again why I run: yes, it is healthy; but even more than that, it is the best stress-reliever I have ever discovered. I listened to the wonderful choral Christmas music of Greg Wilbur and set my heart on the joys of Christmastide. Eight miles had flown by before I knew it. Merry Christmas, indeed.

On a Wing and a Prayer

When I run, I try not to just let my mind wander. Sometimes that is easier said than done. My first priority is to pray. But, I will also allow myself to think through the various subjects I am teaching or writing about. This morning as I put in a quick three miles, I thought of and prayed for my students, past and present. The miles slipped by quickly and my heart was warmed--despite the wind and the brisk temperatures.

Ghost Town YMCA

I arrived at the Y for my workout a little later than usual this morning. I was fearful that the normal crowd would mean long waits for the machines. Not a bit of it. The place was practically deserted. It was like a ghost town. I guess everyone was getting ready for a day of shopping at the mall (shudder)!

Not me. I have all my shopping done--and as per usual I never came within spitting distance of one of those architectural and civic abominations (of which most Americans seem to be so inexplicably fond). I loathe malls for a host of sociological and aesthetic reasons--but, that's probably a subject more suited for my other blog.

At any rate, this morning I was able to focus on a good, thorough workout unencumbered by the typical teeming throngs. I ran three miles. Then I biked for twenty minutes. I made a single circuit around the weight room. And then I finished off with another three mile run. After that, I was ready for my day--giving thanks for an empty gym and all the folks who were even then queing up at the big box store tills instead of at the treadmills.

Cold Weather Running

It was really, really cold early this morning when I stepped out to run--according to the Weather Widget on my Mac, just about 15 degrees! There was no snow on the ground. But, the hoary frost on all the trees and fields made for a magnificent sight as the brilliant, piercing sunrise scattered a glistening splendor across the whole landscape--for a high contrast, black and white panorama. It was wonderful.

These days, technical fabrics and specialty running gear make it possible to run in much more adverse conditions that what I faced this morning. I used every layering trick in the book. Even so, it was still really, really cold. No amount of nifty Polartech or Goretex can ameliorate that! So, despite the stunning beauty all around me, I was only able to withstand three very chilly miles. Then it was back inside for a cup of steaming Peets Java.

Cross Training

This morning I was able to get in some solid base miles and cross training--three miles on the treadmill followed by a quick trip around the weight machines followed by another three miles. I am convinced that I am going to have to get a much better foundation and do some serious core and speed training if I am going to reach my goal of qualifying for Boston. I'll probably have to lose another ten or fifteen pounds too!

My plan is to use the holidays to establish that distance foundational base that is so essential to building a strong core. And then, I'll use cross training to up my overall strength. And finally, I'll start adding speed work once the holidays have come to an end and I start aiming toward the Austin Freescale Marathon in February.

Saturday Morning

I had great plans. First a really good, really long run, then a lingering cup of coffee in the library, and finally lunch at the new BBQ place in town. The problem was the cold. And the inevitable early morning procrastination.

So in the end, I got out on the road a little too late for a really long run. I was able to get in just five miles before I had to call it quits to get ready to meet everyone at the BBQ place.

Priorities are priorities, after all. The long run might get shortened or even displaced, but not the BBQ.

Saturday Mornings

I had great plans. First a really good, really long run, then a lingering cup of coffee in the library, and finally lunch at the new BBQ place in town. The problem was the cold. And the inevitable early morning procrastination.

So in the end, I got out on the road a little too late for a really long run. I was able to get in just five miles before I had to call it quits to get ready to meet everyone at the BBQ place.

Priorities are priorities, after all. The long run might get shortened or even displaced, but not the BBQ.

Cross-Training

Today, I went to the YMCA to lift weights, do the machine circuit, and ride a stationary bike. It was the first time I'd done any cross-training in quite some time. I didn't want to run because I am going for a long training run tomorrow morning. But, judging from how sore I am already feeling, I probably need to spend a lot more time in the gym if I am going to get into the shape I need to be in for the Country Music Marathon in April.

Running in the Dark

Early this morning, before dawn, I logged a really good run. I love running in those ethereal hours before anyone else is awake. Since Wednesdays are generally my big meeting days, I really need to get in a run to de-stress well ahead of time. This morning's 5-miler was just what the doctor ordered. The dogs pretty much just thought I was crazy. But, with Kemper Crabb's Medieval Christmas CD loaded onto my iPod and my Brooks running mittens and REI technical jacket shielding me from the cold, I was altogether in the zone.

Jingle Bell

At the start of the Jingle Bell 5K this morning, the temperature had not yet risen above 20 degrees. Despite such frigid conditions, the sun was shining and more than 150 daring runners turned out for what was a delightful dash through the park. Not yet fully recovered from my marathon this past weekend, I decided to really take it easy. I had a great time and was once again reminded of the joys of running. Besides, it is not every day that I get to run alongside Maresa Hensley dressed as Santa--full beard and all!

St. Jude Marathon Photos

What's Next

Most runners experience a bit of a let down following a really big race. We often find it difficult to get motivated to do just about anything for a couple of weeks--or even for a few months. I have decided to take a few precautions to avoid this kind of post-marathon funk. So, I've set some pretty tough goals for myself--including doing a triathalon this summer and qualifying for the Boston Marathon sometime within the next two years.

My next big races will be the Team Nashville 10 Miler in early February and the Austin Freescale Half Marathon at the end of that month. In March, I will run the Tom King Half Marathon. And then in April, I will tackle the really big one: the Country Music Marathon. After that, it will be time to begin training for a triathalon--I think I will try to do the one in Chattanooga.

But, I am not going to wait for these headliner races to get myself back into the swing of things. Instead, I am going to pick right up where I left off. So, this weekend, I will run in the Jingle Bell 5K in Nashville's Centennial Park. And after that I'll run as many 5K and 10K races as I can squeeze into my schedule through the winter and spring.

Qualifying for Boston and doing a triathalon are no mean feats. I am going to have to stay really focused and work really hard. But, even with my haphazard and ill-structured training up to this point, I've come reasonably close to the Boston cut off. So, if I can discipline my training, strengthen my core, get in more long runs, add the swim and bike cross-training, and develop some basic speed techniques over the course of the next few months, I might actually have a chance.

At the very least, I should be able to beat the blues.

Post-Race, Post-Haste

I've begun to recover pretty well from the marathon this past Saturday. Obviously, I didn't run for the first few days. But, by this afternoon, I was itching to get out there on the roads again. Even though it was bitterly cold outside, my schedule was more than a little crazy already, and my legs were still pretty sore, I was ready to kick some asphalt. So, I laced up my trusty Brooks GTS 6 trainers, bundled up as best I could, and ran a nice, easy 5K. It felt great.

Time Correction

The official times have been posted at the St. Jude Marathon site. My official chip time was more than 14 minutes faster than what I originally thought (see: I really am a klutz with my fancy-smancy runner's watch). Somehow, instead of running the race in 4 hours and 18 minutes, I actually ran it in 4 hours and 4 minutes--coming in 617th place overall. So, it appears that my goal of attempting to qualify for the Boston Marathon in the next year or two is not as far out of reach as I had thought! That's good news indeed!

Mission Accomplished

Well, I did it. With lots of help from my intercessors, supporters, Der Chasers, and my dear wife, I was able to complete the St. Jude Marathon. It was really, really hard. I knew that I wasn't in good enough shape to tackle 26.2 miles this time. But, just remembering who I was running for--the St. Jude kids, Mrs. B, Joe, Josh, Zach, Kaitlin, Deb, Tricia, Wes, and Lisa--drove me on when I just didn't think I could take another step.

When I checked in at the expo, I had a little trouble with race numbers and timing chips. I ended up having to change my number once and my chips twice. I am not sure they never quite got the bugs worked out. As a result, they warned me that I might need to keep track of my own split times. Alas, I am such a klutz with my pace watch that I completely missed several of them along the way. But, I got into a pretty good zone--sticking to what I think was close to 10:00-10:30 splits through the first half and 8:30-9:00 through most of the second half until about mile 22 or 23. That's when I totally fell apart. From there on I was just doing a zombie-lunge to the end.

I finished at 4:04.25.

The weather was perfect. It was cool, breezy, and overcast most of the day. In addition, the race was incredibly well-run. There were water stops, PowerAde tables, pace clocks, and porta-potties every single mile. And there were great crowds and cheer stations all along the way.

I don't know that I've ever hurt so much! Everywhere! Even my skin hurts! But, I am so gratified to have finished it. I have so much to be thankful for. I am so grateful to all who contributed to St. Jude and to all who prayed me to the finish.

The next challenge: to see if I can walk to Rendezvous! I've got some BBQ to eat.

Marathon Countdown: 1

Tomorrow is it. I've gone over the race route, plotted my pacing plan, and begun hydrating. Today I will visit the expo and the hospital briefly and spend the rest of my time resting and reading.

Running a marathon is certainly a physical challenge. But as Brianna Bleymaier, one of my former students, reminded me with an e-mail full of great quotes recently, it is much, much more than just a physical challenge. Indeed, according to George Sheehan, "It's very hard in the beginning to understand that the whole idea is not to beat the other runners. Eventually you learn that the competition is against the little voice inside you that wants you to quit."

Likewise, according to Jessica Propst, "Games require skill. Running requires endurance, character, pride, physical strength, and mental toughness. Running is a test, not a game. A test of faith, belief, will, and trust in oneself; so hardcore that it needs a category all to itself to define the pain... Running is more than a sport; it's a lifestyle."

For as long as I can remember I have been either in or around sports. My father was and is a life-long sportsman--to this day, he plays tennis or golf or both nearly every week. The sports page was and is the most coveted and the most carefully read section of the newspaper. We got involved--both when I was a kid and when my kids were kids--in Little League, swimming, soccer, football, and basketball. My son, Joel, actually started the sports program at Franklin Classical School when he was a student there. Three generations of Grants have competed in team sports at the college and university level. Clearly, it is in our blood. We can't seem to help but want to go to the games, climb the rock walls, compete beyond all reason and exhaustion, and memorize every stat in the books.

But, there is something about running a marathon that is more profoundly life altering than any sporting event or activity that I have ever particiapated in before. It is such a monumental challenge; it is such a test of will; it is such an intellectual puzzle; it is such a solo effort yet rooted in such a throng of community support; I find it almost in a category all unto itself. I've never done a triathalon (although, that's next), but I'm guessing that there is something similar at work there too. But, this business of running for hours and hours and hours on end really is a remarkable experience of deep soulfulness.

I am ready to do it again.

William Shakespeare wrote, "Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible." Amen and amen.

Marathon Countdown: 2

I am in Memphis. I've picked up my race number. I did a quick round at the expo. I'm ready to go.

Tomorrow, I'll have a chance to visit St. Jude Children's Hospital--the charity I've been raising money to help fulfill its vital work. I'll be able to deliver several final contributions--including more than $200 collected by my students in Franklin. What a blessing.

Now, it is time for some serious hydration and carb loading.

Marathon Countdown: 3

Today was another day of meetings. I was able to do some core exercises but that was about it. I stayed off of my feet as much as possible, hoping that my IT band would start to heal up. So far, no go. I'm still taking anti-inflammatories. Hopefully, it will be better before I have to hit the road on Saturday.

The weather report for the weekend in Memphis does not look too promising at this juncture. The Weather Channel keeps revising its predictions--warmer and warmer, wetter and wetter. I was really hoping that we might have cool dry conditions. Oh well. After the first couple of miles, I don't suppose any of it will matter any more.

After my lecture in the morning, I will drive to Memphis, pick up my race number and chip, and begin the pre-race ritual of obsessing over the little details, hydrating madly, and eating lots and lots of carbs. I can hardly wait!

And as for my fundraising efforts: thanks to Len and Ben (as well as all the dear encouragers who donated in previous days), I am now over 100% of my goal. Thank you. Thank you all.

Marathon Countdown: 4

Ready or not, here I come. I took a good rest day today--not from activity, but from running. Tuesdays are busy for me--filled with meetings, lectures, meetings, administrative tasks, and of course, meetings.

My IT band is still inflamed. But, I am dosing it with anti-inflammatories and will rest it most of tomorrow--which promises, among other things, lots of meetings!

After a late evening meeting tonight (what else?) I've been poring over the marathon race course map and all the materials in my travel packet. I think everything is in order. Now, it is just a matter of getting out there and doing it.

Even my fundraising efforts are drawing close to the end--I crossed the 98% threshold thanks to David, Bob, Nancy, and Jessica!

Marathon Countdown: 5

It is a stormy, blustery day here in Middle Tennessee, so I decided I'd best do my maintenance run early this morning indoors at the YMCA. I did a slow, easy 5K. Then I lazily worked my way around the weight circuit once. I finished up with another slow, easy 5K.

My IT band is still pretty inflamed--which could begin to be worrying if it doesn't get better soon. But, I will do almost nothing physical tomorrow, a single 5K pacing run on Wednesday, and nothing more than a good long walk on Thursday. On Friday, I'll go into full-tilt rest and hydration mode in preparation for the marathon the next morning. Hopefully that will be sufficient to heal up whatever it is that is ailing me.

My plan right now is to attempt to come in at just under 5:00.00 in the Memphis--if at all possible. I know I am not in nearly the shape I was in last spring for the Country Music Marathon. My schedule simply has not allowed it. Nevertheless, I am going to make the most of this opportunity.

St. Jude Fundraising

I have now crossed over the 95% mark in my fundraising effort. On Saturday, I will run in the St. Jude Marathon with the support of lots and lots of dear friends cheering me on--if not in person, certainly in spirit.

You too can join this noble throng. Just go to my st. jude sponsor site and help me raise funds necessary for the vital life-saving work of St. Jude Children's Hospital.

Marathon Countdown: 6

It is a great day to rest--it is the Lord's Day, it is cool and rainy, and it is less than a week to go before the marathon. As if all that weren't good enough, the Titans actually won! A providential sign from the heavenlies, maybe?

Marathon Countdown: 7

Karen's home, so we had our family Saturday ritual to uphold--Judge Bean's BBQ for lunch. So, that meant I had to get my first taper run in early. Alas, I got a late start. I was procrastinating in the hopes that the temperatures would warm up. They did finally, and I got out on the road at about 9 AM. I used a nifty pacing function on my Garmin 201 for my first 10K or so. It worked great and my legs were in much better shape than yesterday--everything but the IT band inflamation cleared up overnight. I had to cut the run a few miles short to get ready for lunch, but all in all, I was pleased. I'm still not convinced I am in shape to go 26.2. But at this stage, that's just tough.

Tonight, I will go out for a couple miles of walking, just to keep my muscles from tightening up. Tomorrow is the Lord's Day. So, after church we'll enjoy a great Sabbath rest as a family--and my body will relish the recovery time. By Monday, I'll be in full taper. I'm really getting close!

Thanks to the generosity of Wes, Bill and Robin, Scott, David, and Robbie, I have crossed over the 90% threshold for my fundraising goal. I'm getting so close on that front too! It is not too late to sponsor me. Just go to my st. jude sponsor site and help me raise funds necessary for the vital life-saving work of St. Jude Children's Hospital.

Marathon Countdown: 8

This afternoon I did a little 5K assessment run. Since I was going so slow I was able to fiddle with different timing options on my watch. My plan is to try to run the marathon next weekend using the Galloway method--run for 9:30 and then walk for 30 seconds through each water stop. That means that I will have to pace myself at just under ten minutes a mile. If I am able to maintain that fairly consistently throughout, I will do about a 2:10 half marathon and a 4:30 marathon. My ultimate goal of course, is simply to finish the 26.2 mile distance. And anything under 5:00.00 will be just fine by me. We'll see.

The problem is that my assessment run turned up several potential problems: my right ankle is showing the strain of over-training, my left knee is achy as per usual, and most ominously, my right IT band is badly inflamed. I am hoping that the taper this week will enable me to recover fully.

Regardless, I am going for it. I have gone over the 85% mark for my fundraising goal. I want to make every mile and every cent really count. So, please do pray for me. Or sponsor me at my st. jude sponsor site! Or better yet, pray for me and sponsor me!

Habitrot 5K

Some might want to accuse me of running on Thanksgiving morning only as a cover for otherwise gluttonous behavior for the rest of the day. It is not true. I promise. It just sort of looks like that. OK. Well, it really, really looks like that. But, I promise, that's not the only reason. I've got proof.

First, there is the cause. I run on Thanksgiving morning because the Habitrot 5K is a benefit for the local chapter of Habitat for Humanity, a great community development organization.

Second, there is the fellowship. I got a chance to visit with all kinds of folks at the race. And that is one of the things I love most about running: the incredibly encouraging running community that overlaps with the wonderfully gracious covenant community. I paced with my good friend John every step of the way--until he broke free of my lamentably slow pace in the final two-tenths of a mile. His daughter-in-law, Kelly, a former student of mine, finished just behind us. His son Eric (Kelly's husband), yet another of my former students, finished way, way, way ahead of us (and like the Marine that he is, he had the gall to complain about going so slow). Grant and Maresa were there with their beautiful daughter Taylor. Todd, Mark, Lesley, Tom, Mike, Susan, and a host of others were there too. So, it was almost like a Sunday School picnic--only with a lot more huffing, puffing, and sweating. I looked everywhere for my running conscience, barometer, and provocateur, Dave, but I think he may have run the bigger Boulevard Bolt across town (his race attracted about 7,000 intrepid souls while ours had around 1,000).

Finally, there is the sheer joy of running (or jogging, or trotting, or limping, or whatever it was that I was doing) on a beautiful sun-shiny day--even if it was a bit cool and blustery at times.

So see, I didn't just run so that I could have two helpings of fried turkey, three helpings of dressing and gravy, two of homemade cranberry sauce, and obscene piles of all the other fixings--to say nothing of the two slices of pie (one of pecan and one of pumpkin). No, really.

Easy Day

Today, I'm going to take it a little easier. My plan is to do a little 3-miler later this morning, just to continue acclimatizing to cold-weather running and to keep practicing a really slow running rhythm (I am going to attempt to negative split the marathon next week by going much slower at the beginning than I think I need to). Then this afternoon, I'll go pick up my Habitrot 5K packet for the race tomorrow morning.

Long Run

I got in my final long run--finally! It was another blustery day, though not nearly as cold as I thought it might be when I set out at 6 AM. I ran my "hill route" for about 5 miles and then retreated to the Y to finish out with another 15 miles on a treadmill (I listened to the Narnia tale A Horse and His Boy on my iPod).

The hills just about did me in and almost immediately I started having IT band problems. But, I pressed on and got it done. I am really, really sore, but very satisfied. I am not nearly in the shape I was in for the Country Music Marathon this past April. But, all I really care about is getting to the finish line in a semi-upright position. Pray for me! Or sponsor me at my st. jude sponsor site! Or better yet, pray for me and sponsor me!

Over 80%

Yahoo! I have just passed the 80% threshold for my St. Jude Children's Hospital fundraising goal! I am so grateful to all of you who have already donated: Ken and Bonnie, Phil and Sally, Dave and Sue, Dave and Lisa, John and Linda, Doug and Lynn, Fred and Sharon, Ray and Sue, Keith and Leslie, Jeff and Karla, David and Diane, Jim, Susan, Ed, Jack, Leesa, and all my students. Thank you. This means so much to me.

Anyone else who may want to support my marathon run can visit the st. jude sponsor site where you can donate right online.

Best of Intentions

I tried. First, it was the wind and the rain. Then, it was the wind, the rain, and the cold. Then, it was all the appointments I had to keep through the middle of the day. Then, it was the dark. I tried to get in a long run all day today. But, all these rude intrustions kept me from it. Tomorrow, more cold, wind, rain (and maybe even snow) are forecast. So, my long run may actually have to be run on a treadmill at the Y. I'll have to be sure to load a book onto my iPod tonight!

I did get in a halting 5K run in--but if I am going to be ready for the marathon in ten days, that is hardly sufficient.

Marathon Countdown

Just 11 more days until the St. Jude Marathon in Memphis. I'm starting to get excited. I've got all my gear--with all the necessary contingency gloves, shells, hats, and layers just in case race day turns out to be really cold. And I've poured over the race route. I just need one more really good long run to convince me that I'm ready.

You still have time to sponsor the run. Visit my st. jude sponsor site and pledge right online.

Great Day

It was just 28 degrees yesterday morning when the fourth annual Gingerbread Run began in Nashville's Centennial Park. But, the sun was shining brightly, the event was well-organized, and I was ready for a PR. I probably saved way, way, way too much--knowing that in the afternoon I was going to attempt to do a mid-range long run. I had tons left at the finish. But I got the PR. I had to do some serious calculating since it turned out this was a three-mile race rather than a 5K--but, I smashed my previous PR, so there was no room for doubt.

So far, so good.

After a luxurious hour reading the New York Times at Starbucks, I stopped by Team Nashville's West End store to pick up some PowerStep inserts and Mizuno gloves before heading over to my regular Saturday lunch haunt, Judge Bean's. Then it was back to Franklin to do a bit of grocery shopping.

Things were looking awesome.

Finally, I got home and caught a little football (how 'bout those Vandy 'Dores beating UT) before I hit the road for another ten miles of slow steady pacing.

I was starting to feel pretty wonderful

And then, to top it all off, my parents stopped in for the evening--on their way from their home in St. Louis to Florida for a Thanksgiving holiday family gathering. After some quick catching up we had a delightful dinner at my son's restaurant. The food was fabulous, the company was better, and we got home at a decent hour.

What a great day.

Gingerbread 5K

It is cold. Tomorrow morning at 7:30 it is going to be even colder. Nevertheless, I am running in Nashville's Gingerbread 5K, a fundraiser for the American Stroke Association and the Vanderbilt Hospital Rehabilitation Center. On Thanksgiving morning, I'll also run in the Habitrot 5K, a benefit for our local Habitat for Humanity. In both cases, I am really just trying to do a little speed work to supplement my final few long runs in preparation for the St. Jude Marathon two weekends from now. Good causes and good training runs.

If you've not yet had the chance, you can still lend support to my running efforts. Visit my st. jude sponsor site and pledge right online. I'm getting close to my goal of $2,500 for cancer research and patient care at the remarkable St. Jude Children's Hospital.

Diagnosis

Just this week two dear friends and a distance-learning student have been diagnosed with cancer. Another dear friend has biopsy results pending. I confess, I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed. Cancer is a dread disease. At the same time, these turns of events, these hard providences reinforce my determination to make my St. Jude Marathon run in two weeks really count for something.

Since it was founded in the sixties, St. Jude Children's Research Hospital in Memphis has increased the survival rate of the most common forms of childhood cancer from less than twenty percent to more than eighty percent! The discoveries and breakthroughs made at St. Jude are immediately and freely shared with the international medical community. Thus, the few dollars I can raise for their vital work can literally have an impact all around the world.

Won't you help me stand with my dear friends and with the good folks at St. Jude in finding more and better treatments, more and better therapies, more and better certainties for men, women, and children everywhere? Please support my run on December 3, 2005. Visit my st. jude sponsor site and pledge right online. Thank you so much.

Lots of Fun

It was cool and misty as I tried to get in another semi-long run first this morning. Maybe it's the little boy in me, but I just love running in the rain. I was able to get almost 10 miles under my belt--so, I am starting to believe that with a little more work, I will be able to finish the St. Jude in Memphis two weeks from now. My pace is still awful and my IT band is giving me trouble. But, I think I can do it.

Between here and there though I have a few warm-up 5K fun runs: this weekend I'm going to attempt to do either the Gingerbread 5K or the Hoover Run for Hope 5K. Then on Thanksgiving Day, I'll do the Habitrot 5K as well. Fun, fun, fun.

Cold!

OK. It is officially cold now. At least in the mornings. Yesterday, I went for a long run--or at least what I had hoped might be a long run. It wasn't really all that long and one might be tempted to call it something other than an actual run--a staggering lope, maybe. I went eight miles and tried to tackle some of the hills just to the west and north of where I normally run. At any rate, when I started it was just below freezing. This morning, I am going to try to match that eight, but I am going to stick to my flat course. I'll bundle up again despite the fact that it has warmed up considerably--it is still just 39 degrees out there and that's cold to a Southern boy!

St. Jude Marathon

I have just three more weeks to get ready. Spur me on by supporting my effort to raise funds for the vital cancer research and treatment programs at St. Jude Children's Hospital. Won't you? Donate online today and come back to visit my st. jude sponsor site often. And then, please do tell others about what I'm trying to do!

Got Rhythm

This morning I finally felt as if I had gotten back into a good running rhythm. Taking my little four-mile jaunt nice and easy--and very, very, very slowly--I just decided to really enjoy the brisk fall morning, the brilliant foliage, and the quiet rustlings of wind in the un-raked maple leaves scattered across the pastures. It was marvelous. It invigorated me for the rest of the day.

I have meetings most of the day tomorrow, so the next time I will be able to run looks to be early Wednesday morning. I can hardly wait.

Fall Running

Fall is my favorite season. Spring is always delightful--the flowers, the budding trees, the fresh smells. But really, I just love everything about autumn. The brilliant, primary colors of the foliage, the crystaline, filtered light, and the crisp, cool temperatures of fall are all just so spectacular here in Tennessee. So tonight after church, I got out late and ran until after dark. I got in seven miles--and every step along the way was a delight.

New York Finishers

Although at this writing there are still thousands of runners still out on the course, the winners are already back in their hotel rooms icing down and enjoying their spoils. And enjoy them, they should. It was after all a great race with a great finish--the closest in history. The winner, the world record holder, edged the defending champion by less than a third of a second.

Kenya's Paul Tergat held off Hendrick Ramaala of South Africa and American Meb Keflezighi in a final burst of speed to win the ING New York City Marathon. The final mile was an all-guts-out sprint. Yep. A sprint. That really tells you everything, doesn't it? A sprint? After running twenty-six five-minute miles! Oy veh! That's insane. After this last spring's Country Music Marathon, I was happy just to limp pitifully in the final mile. The thought of sprinting hurts even as I type these words, safe and comfortable as I am in my library.

Women's winner Jelena Prokopcuka of Latvia had a slightly easier time, pulling away from struggling Kenyan Susan Chepkemei as they re-entered Central Park and winning by 14 seconds to earn a marathon-record prize of $130,000. The top American woman was Marie Davenport--finishing 16th in 2:33:59. Jen Rhines was 18th in 2:37:07.

The New York Marathon is an extraordinary spectacle--as might be expected given the fact that New York is an extraordinary city. To run this race is one of my life goals. Indeed, the thought of running through all five boroughs while pushing myself to the very limit of human endurance along with thousands of others, well, it is just one of those "gotta do this at least once" kind of things.

The New York City Marathon

While most of us are just getting out of bed or trundling off to church this morning, more than a million people will flood onto the streets of New York City for the thirty-sixth running of the ING New York Marathon. About 37,000 of them will actually be participants in this remarkable human drama of sport, will, determination, tragedy, and triumph. It will be the world's largest field on the world's largest stage for one of the world's toughest accomplishments: running 26.2 miles from the Fort Wadsworth staging area on Staten Island, across the Verrazano Bridge into Brooklyn, up through Queens, across the Queensboro Bridge into Manhattan, along the East Side into the Bronx, back down the West Side to Central Park, and finally to the finish in front of Tavern on the Green.

Yesterday's New York Times had a great op-ed piece by Alan Zwibel, the former Saturday Night Live writer. His brand new novel, The Other Shulman is about a man who runs the New York Marathon in an effort to save his family, his business, and his life. His observations are worth noting:

"Today, I am sorry to say, I will not be running in the New York City Marathon because I've been out promoting my novel about a man who is running in the New York City Marathon and I didn't have time to train. I didn't run in last year's marathon either because I was busy writing my novel about a man who is running in the New York City Marathon and I didn't have time to train. I did, however, run in the 2003 New York City Marathon. I trained hard for that one. I joined a running group, did stretching exercises, watched my diet and finished in 33,517th place. A half-hour slower than the time of my previous marathon, for which I didn't train as hard.

I harbor not even the slightest embarrassment that while I was running, a person could have gotten a full night's sleep. Or have consecutively boiled 130 three-minute eggs. Or that while I was still hauling my 53-year-old carcass through Brooklyn, the winner had not only crossed the finish line at Tavern on the Green but was probably already on a plane back to Kenya.

None of those things bother me because my goal was modest. All I wanted was to finish. To allow the cheers of the crowds carry me through the five boroughs and allow me to revisit some neighborhoods I hadn't seen since childhood. In effect, a tour. I knew my limitations and had no illusions that by dint of a good night's sleep I would miraculously get a burst of energy and become the new winged symbol for FTD.

So at the start of the race, I lined up toward the back of the pack for pretty much the same reason that cowboys, if given the choice, would prefer to be behind the horses during a stampede. And after the gun sounded, it was thrilling being a part of a 35,000-strong throng moving en masse across the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge on a beautiful November morning.

I also appreciated the wit displayed by my fellow marathoners who had shunned the traditional running shorts and T-shirt and were dressed, oh, let's call it unconventionally, for the 26.2-mile journey. Among them was a bride, a man wrapped in an American flag bouncing red, white and blue basketballs, a one-legged waiter carrying a bar tray with a mug of beer attached to it, Abraham Lincoln, a surgeon and what I believe was a deli clerk. It supplied added color to an already colorful event, and I didn't even mind when they all passed me--figuring that they were either better runners than me or might eventually drop out of the race when they felt their joke was over.

The polar bear did bother me, however. A lot. Whether it was a thin person wearing 200 pounds of white fur or a very fat person wearing a tight furry sweater, I'm not sure, but I first noticed him when he scampered past me in Williamsburg where he was given high fives by Hasidic families who ignored me when I eventually came upon them. Was it possible that, as they were snubbing me, he turned back in my direction and waved at me before turning around and disappearing into the masses ahead? No, I figured. He was probably waving to an amused child who had called out to him or to another tundra-dwelling mammal that was also running that day. So I proceeded along and figured I had seen the last of him because there was no sighting in all of Queens.

Manhattan was another story. For when I came across the Queensboro Bridge, panting and carb-depleted, I turned up First Avenue and spotted him again. Leaning against one of the refreshment tables that are stationed at every mile marker and eating a bagel. The thought that there were still 10 miles to go until the race ended in Central Park was, indeed, a daunting one under normal circumstances. But after a polar bear makes eye contact with you a second time, gestures as if offering you a bite of his sesame bagel, folds his paws in front onto his chest and does an Arctic jig before turning around and heading uptown, you can't help but feel stupid. And unathletic. So I grabbed a bagel of my own and took off. For the sake of accuracy, when I say "took off," I mean that I trudged along in the same direction determined to catch up--which I almost did when he waved to me after he drank some Gatorade in the Bronx, after he had stopped to play the harmonica with a street band in Harlem and after he crossed the finish line about 50 yards ahead of me in Central Park.

To this day it is hard for me to believe that someone dressed as a polar bear actually beat me in the New York City Marathon. Yes, I know I said that just completing the race was victory enough and it was. Still, once this book tour is over, I plan to start training for next year's marathon with another goal in mind--to finish ahead of anyone dressed similarly so my children will stop laughing at me."

My sentiments exactly!

DNF

This morning the inaugural Team Nashville Half Marathon was run in unseasonably warm temperatures and under overcast skies. I knew though that I really was unprepared for the race regardless of what the weather might prove to be. I even confided to my good friend Dave Minnigan (who is running through the fall and into the spring to raise support for his family's upcoming summer mission trip to Ecuador) that I was probably just going to run the first half of the race and use it as a training run.

I did go so far as to pick up my bib number. Somehow, I got #2 (very cool). I also picked up the goodie bag which had a great long sleeve tech-tee, a very serviceable water bottle, and assorted other fiddly-bits in a nifty mesh tote bag. But I just left my timing chip in the tray. Why even get a chip if I was sure that I would only go half the distance?

The first three miles wound through a delightful park with a few gently rolling hills along a sandy footpath. I went out very, very conservatively--just under 10 minute miles. I was feeling far better than I'd expected given my dismal training regimen leading up to the race. Even after we left the park and took to surrounding roads, I was surprised that I was still keeping a fairly decent, albeit slow, pace in the middle of the pack. At the five-mile marker, I was beginning to flag but I still thought that I probably had enough in me to shoot for my goal: the halfway point.

But then, I got to the six-mile marker and I was really only hurting a little here and there. And amazingly, I had still only slowed a bit--just over 10 minute pace. So, I decided that I might just press on a little further. It was just after that fateful decision that it all hit me like a load of bricks. My legs just died out on me. I started to have shooting pains from my left knee down to my ankle and from my right hip up into my lower back. It was not a pretty sight.

I started to look for a good place to stop--but then I realized that had no idea where I was in relation to the welcome center where my truck was parked. I wound up limping along to the ten-mile marker at which point I pretty much just fell apart.

Dave on the other hand, did great. He finished with a sizzling 2:03.53 keeping his pace below 9:30 for the entire 13.1 miles. And this was just a training run! He didn't even decide to do it until earlier this week! Awesome! Way to go, Dave!

In the face of his success, my only consolation in my own rather wimpy performance is that I was not the only one who did not finish--and, I wasn't even slowest or last! Besides, there is always tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after that.

Flagging Faster

As we age, it is astonishing how quickly we can lose conditioning. I just did a very easy 10K and found myself laboring early on. My training has been inconsistent (at best) over the past several months due to the intensity of my schedule. As a result, what should have been a happy, little jaunt, was transformed into a serious workout. According to the sage observer, "the bigger they are the harder they fall," but in my case I think it might be more accurate to say, "the older they are the quicker they flag." Ouch!