Training for the 2012 Houston Chevron Marathon

The Finish Line January 30, 2011

2011-08-03T21:17:00.000-07:00

Crossing the finish line of a major race is an event that you imagine and play in your mind many times. Often the imagined finish does not match reality. Before the race our Fort Bend Fit coaches tell us not to look at our watches to check our finish times, since the chip will record that. To smile, raise our arms in triumph, and take our sunglasses off so that the cameras can see our eyes. Some people have a friend or family member near the finish line with a comb or brush to fix their hair and to make sure nothing is missing from their clothing. After all, you only cross the finish line of your first marathon one time in your lifetime. It is an event that will be remembered for the rest of your life and you want to give it your best shot.

This is me nearly across the finish line at the Chevron Houston Marathon on January 30th, 2011. It was my first full marathon and I finished in 6 hr 1 min 25 sec, just 1 min 25 sec over the cutoff for an official finish. Although I got a medal, finish line photo, finisher's shirt and beer mug (BEER MUG!), I did not get an official finisher's certificate to frame and hang on my wall. That pissed me off! You can see that I am a little sweaty; it was in the low or mid '70s that day (January in Houston!) and quite humid due to rainfall during the night and at the start of the race. After mile 21 or so I was downing Gatorade, dissolving Nuun tablets in my drinking water and pouring cold water over my head as much as possible. At the finish line, the last 50 yards or so (distance seemed to expand near the finish line; I could hear it for miles but it seemed to take me a very long time to turn the last turn to actually see the finish), I had family and friends encouraging me to finish the race, to run, yelling "go Dustinator". I saw some work friends cheering me on as I turned and Z ran up to the fence to tell me I had 60 seconds to get in under the official finishing time (turns out the announcer was wrong). It was unreal; it was the longest 30 sec of my life because it seemed to take so long to get to the finish mat, yet it went by very quickly and it was difficult to stay in the moment and experience the joy of finishing.

I had imagined myself crossing the finish line thousands of times during my training. FBF coaches say that imagining it in your head helps you achieve your goal in real life. I don't think I had imagined it as it happened. I had imagined myself crying with joy as I finished; instead I had a goofy grin, was pretty calm, and was dripping with sweat rather than tears. I had imagined myself finishing in 5 hr 45 min; I did not accomplish that. I had imagined pain or blood or utter failure. None of those happened; I was just very tired (some pain later as my muscles cooled). I greeted my family and friends behind the fence after finishing, getting my medal, and posing for a photo, then I went into the George R. Brown Convention Center to get my shirt and beer mug (BEER MUG!). It takes about 30 min to get through all that. The free HEB food was all gone but I knew better than to eat (based on prior experience in several half marathons). I did get some vanilla ice cream that was very refreshing and didn't bother my stomach at all. I had some Coke Zero in my runner's bag along with some energy bars that tasted good. By the time I got through the GRB and headed outside, ~30 min later, there were still people running or walking across the finish line, God bless them!

I have a copy of this photo and another from along the route that I will frame and hang on my office wall to remind me of my accomplishment. I have the medal (BLING!), finisher's shirt and beer mug (BEER MUG!) that I can trot out from time-to-time to relive the glory. Most of all, I have the memories that will last as long as I do.

Runner's Destiny

2011-07-31T17:15:00.000-07:00

I was recently in a city I had never visited before, completing my 4 mile training run for the Chevron Houston Marathon. I was diligently following the mileage schedule for my orange pace group and had magically awoken at about 5:30 am to beat the heat and humidity even though the day before had been a full day of work. While running, I had seen several well-dressed people obviously headed for their wait-staff jobs at downtown restaurants. At about 3.6 miles I asked one of them where I could get a good breakfast, as my hotel only had a continental breakfast and I wanted eggs, bacon and toast before I headed home later that morning. The very friendly gentleman said that I could come and have breakfast at the 4 star hotel where he worked; I nodded in agreement since I knew it would probably be good, but maybe my face said to him "that sounds expensive", which is what I was thinking. Then he said "but the locals usually eat at the Sweetwater Cafe just around the corner on the other side of the hotel." I again nodded in agreement and thanked him for his help. He said "just remember, it's the Sweetwater Cafe." I told him "I live in a town called Sugar Land and there is a street named 'Sweetwater' there, I won't have any trouble remembering the name." The gentleman said "it's destiny then."

Cool Pool at the End of the Run

2011-07-31T16:41:00.000-07:00

I'm lucky to have a cool pool in my back yard to jump into after a run in the warm, muggy morning air of Sugar Land. There is something quite physical about being engulfed in cooling water when I am sweat-soaked, tired and sore. It's not the same as jumping in a shower; that takes too long. This is immediate gratification, just take off my shoes and socks, empty my pockets of anything that might be damaged by water (I sometimes carry a pocket LED flashlight for imaging those sidewalk cracks and settled-segment steps that are prevalent in some parts of our city), and walk in or jump off the diving board. Since I usually do the pool cool after a workday morning run, I don't linger to enjoy the moment or stare into the brightening morning sky. The cats are usually out and surveying their domain for prey or a cool spot to sleep. I can hear the traffic on the local highway beyond the commercial building behind our house. People already headed off to, or coming home from, work or running errands before the day gets too hot. I plan the day ahead, grateful that I have been able to complete another training run, whatever the time or pace. I get out of the pool and water drips from my body and soaks into my towel. It's no longer sweat but pool water and it feels different.

Runner's Ghosts

2011-07-27T21:03:00.000-07:00

When I run I see ghosts. Most of my routes I've run many times. I don't run with headphones on so my mind wanders where it wants to go. Running the parking garage at Sugar Land Town Square, as I puff up the inclines at 5:15 a.m., I remember the ghosts of past hill runs. I remember getting to the top of the garage and running to the wall to touch it before I start down. It was winter time, almost Christmas, and my breath puffed clouds as I looked down on the street decorated with trees, lights and cheery red and green ornaments, swinging in the pre-dawn darkness, waiting for someone to notice. Or it was early fall as I touched the wall nearest the Southwest Freeway and I could see the cars speeding their drivers to work and home, hear the trucks speed breaking on the downward side of the overpass and glimpse the tops of buildings, stores and restaurants just awakening to the day. If I was at home in bed, asleep, this would still be happening, away from my sight and hearing. But I was at the parking garage, both here in the now and there in the past. I round the corner on the last leg into the parking garage from the street and smell putrid odors from the garbage cans at the back of the restaurants, see the early morning wait staff arriving in their white starched uniforms, say "hi" as I run past. In the now and in the past, runner's ghosts.

When I drive around the city, I see runner's ghosts from past runs, we've criss-crossed the city. I've seen almost every corner in the light of the street lamps accompanied by the beep of the timing watch, the breaths of the runners past me, their bodies in rhythm with their footfalls, the smell of wet grass and dewy leaves. Groups of ghosts gathered around the traffic signal pole, waiting for the light to change before we cross Highway 6 at Lexington, Williams Trace at Lexington, Settler's Way and Lexington. So many cars during the day breaking the spell of quietness that had enveloped me that morning at as we had waited, stretching, grabbing a goo, drinking some water, "how many miles to go?", "wait, our turn will come", "cross at the light, with the light". I want to tell my wife and children what it's like to run through the city in the early morning, explain the feeling of freedom and accomplishment, of pain "damnit, my knee hurts" "my foot is blistering" "shit I'm tired", of breathing in and out, of talking about stupid stuff, important things, hopes and dreams we somehow tell a friend but not a loved one. It seems important then but not now. How to put my experiences and feelings into words? I do it now and in the past but the feeble attempts at communication seem not enough and yet too much. Running is simple, why make it hard? Runner's ghosts.

My first full marathon, January 2011. Many tell me that when they cross the finish line they cried tears of joy. In my imagination I see future runner's ghosts, crossing the finish line, falling to the ground, crying elated tears of pain and accomplishment. But in the actual past I wanted to cry at mile 14 "why did I do this?" "if I had stayed with the half marathon, I'd be done by now" "it hurts!" And yet I kept trotting on with my running partners, up the Westpark overpass, pumping my arms but barely inching along, down under the freeway, eating goos and throwing the empty packets on the ground, littering (does a ghost litter?), around the feeder street and onto Richmond then Post Oak Blvd, past Rice Epicurean and down San Felipe, through neighborhoods I'd never seen, a few people still out watching stragglers like me. Or were they watching runner's ghosts?

Being a running ghost, gliding along a sidewalk sweat dripping from my body and glancing ahead to see a wall of fog flowing over the wooden fence onto the street in front of me. Runners emerge from the fog "runners up!" "good morning" "Fort Bend Fit" "Who Ya!". The fog shifts and cools, flows then stops, marks the edge of night and morning, no camera to record it but in my mind I see fog and runner's ghosts.

Spin Class this Morning

2011-07-11T20:51:00.000-07:00

Nothing like spin class with Hilary at 24 Hour Fitness to get your day going. I'll be doing spin class on Mondays for a couple more weeks until the training mileage increases.
Later,
Dustinator

Training Starts for the January 2012 Chevron Houston Maraton

2011-07-10T21:15:00.000-07:00

I finished the January 2011 Chevron Houston Marathon in 6 hr 1 min 25 sec (an unofficial finish since I did not finish in under 6 hr). A YouTube video is posted here. In training for the marathon I ran the Mother Road Half Marathon in Joplin, MI, on October 10, 2010 (10-10-10). The Mother Road Half Marathon started in Baxter Spring, Kansas, and ended in Joplin. Great experience with my friend Z. The YouTube is posted here. The hotel we stayed in was very close to or inside the part of the city that was devastated by the April 2011 tornado. My training was completed with the Houston 25K in November and the Sugar Land 30K in December. This year I joined the Houston Area Road Runners Association and got into the Chevron Marathon through the HARRA 500, bypassing the lottery. I am looking forward to setting a PR.
Later,
The Dustinator

Training for the Houston Chevron Full Marathon

2011-01-04T09:47:00.000-08:00

Welcome to my once-every-other year update. I have now run four half-marathons, PR 2:48:12, and am in training for the Houston Chevron Marathon, a full 26.2 miles, on January 30, 2011. Who ya!

Got Some 'Splainin' to Do

2008-07-19T11:32:00.000-07:00

So, I posted a photo of "The Dustinator" to the left. I'm sure you have lots of questions. Like "where did you get the name 'Dustinator'?" Well, a fraternity brother of mine, Kevin, started off an e-mail to me about a year ago with "Dustinator" and I decided it would be good as my nom de plume for Fort Bend Fit. You figure out the base word.

"What about that Longhorns gimme hat?" It was given to me by Fred, a very dear friend who goes a long way back. Fred and I were neighbors growing up. We started "JJ Labs" together. He was best man at my wedding. We both attended the University of Texas at Austin. A couple of years ago he gave me that hat. Now, anyone can buy their own hats, but when a friend gives you one, it is something special. Another friend and former co-worker, Jack, introduced me to the importance of "gimme" hats. Jack is an avid fisherman, and was very pleased that I had given him an Owls hat as a leaving-the-job gift, because he had lost his previous lucky hat and he believed that only hats that were gifted could be lucky. You can't buy luck, it has to be given to you. So I wear my Longhorns hat in that spirit.

"What about the dark glasses, where'd you get those sexy things?" I bought those dark glasses on a trip to Port Aransas several years ago with my wife. We had a lot of fun staying at a condo on the beach, relaxing and being with each other. Those dark glasses cost $10 but they have lots of memories behind them.

"OK, smart guy, what about that shirt, where'd you get that?" I bought it from Fort Bend Fit you idiot. Ahem, I mean, inquisitive person. And I had my wife write "Dustinator" on the front and back before the half-marathon in 2008. It's a "technical" shirt. Technical clothing is intended to wick sweat away from your body and enable it to quickly evaporate to lead to better cooling and lower weight clothing that is not full of sweat. It can be very important during long distance running. Wet skin blisters and abrades easier. This is all stuff you learn at the after-run seminars at Fort Bend Fit.

See ya on the road,
The Dustinator

Been Busy!

2008-07-19T11:05:00.000-07:00

Saturday, 12 July

For our first training session at Velocity, we did three miles. Route to Cartwright, then left at Southminster Presbyterian Church, through the parking lot, and on about 1/3 of the way up Brightwater. Then turn around and come back. I started off at 3:1 (run 3 minutes, walk 1 minute), then slowed to 1:1 after the second mile. I am carrying a water bottle with me, the type that has a strap to help you hold it. The strap has a little storage pocket for your cell phone, money or bourbon, whatever you might need at a moment's notice. I had put on sunscreen before I left the house, and noted that sweat, in combination with the sunscreen, made for a really slick hold on the bottle. Running produces a lot more sweat than walking ever did. I was soaked by the end of the run, and missed having a beach towel to dry of with and sit on during the presentation. 38 min total, so about 13 min/mile.

Monday, 14 July

6:00 a.m. Spin class at 24 Hr Fitness with a substitute for Alison (who has gotten married and is on her honeymoon). About 1 hour, good instructor, interested mix of music. Lots of out-of-the-saddle riding. I wore some new bike shorts that I bought at Academy--$27. Didn't like them too much. A bargain is not always a bargain.

Wednesday 16 July

6:00 a.m. Spin Class with Kat at 24 Hr Fitness. Always a good ride with Kat. About 1 hr. Had started to wear another new set of bike shorts I got at REI, they were more expensive than Academy's, $40 I think (on sale) but they were even more uncomfortable than the ones from Academy. More expensive is not necessarily good. I wore my old shorts instead, which I need to replace because they are getting worn out after 5 years of use.

Saturday, 19 July

Four miles today, route from Velocity north on Dulles to the Oyster Creek Park entrance, then up and around the loop at the main part of the park (where the tent and the pond is) and back out to Dulles and back to Velocity. Started at 3:1, then dropped to 2:1 after about the 2nd mile, then 1.5:1, and maybe even some 1:1s, but who's counting? Ha, ha! I mean "Hoo Yah!" (the Fort Bend Fit official yell, which you use to greet all those FBF members you see on the trail (not "Boo Yah", or "Who Ya", or anything else, but "Hoo Yah"). Sweating buckets, really glad I have the hydration bottle with me. 51 min 34 sec, about 13 min/mile

see ya on the road,
The Dustinator

Another Marathon Training Season Starts!

2008-07-10T18:58:00.000-07:00

Hello! As the title shows, I am training for the Houston Half-Marathon that will take place on 18 January 2009. I'd like this blog to be really witty and informative while at the same time being entertaining. Ha! Funny!

I train with Fort Bend Fit (who yah, or is it boo-ya, I can't ever understand what the heck we're yelling, but it sounds good). Every Saturday morning I'll be trudging out of bed at dark-o-clock while the sane people are sleeping in their cozy beds or just arriving back from Vegas on the Southwest red-eye.

I did the half-marathon last year. I walked it. 13.1 miles. A long way. A way long way. A really, really long way. This year I am going to run it. Next year, 26.2 miles maybe. Or maybe not.

See you on the road.

The Dustinator