Day 42: PEI Half Marathon Preview

My training is in the tank. I did my last fast workout today (just 3 sets of 4min VO2 pace, 2min rest) – it’s all easy running and rest from now until Sunday. I feel good. I feel fit – even though I drank and ate way too much over the weekend. I think I’ve got a decent shot at a PB... might even snag a top-3 placing (depending on who shows up). I’m hungry for this one.

When I think of PEI, (when I’m not thinking of that incorrigible Anne of Green Gables or that delightful Bud the Spud) I think of fairly flat countryside – but that’s a misconception of mine. There may not be any mountains on the island, but the land rolls like a swelling sea. The half marathon route is far from flat. It’s not the Blue Nose, but the course is inclined towards...well... inclines. Folks I’ve talked to who’ve run the course before have warned me about the three hills on the back half of the course (10m, 14m, 17m) – those are worrisome, but what really has me a bit nervous is the fact that the section on the rail trail leading out of Charlottetown climbs close to 50m. That’s far from crazy, but it’ll take a bite.

Hills be damned, though. This is the race I’ve chosen to cap my season, and I’m going to go at it aggressively. I feel like I have a good shot at 1:17 – but I’m going to lay it out for a 1:16. If I blow up... I blow up. No need to be conservative. I’ll just establish that 3:38/k pace and see how long I can hold it.

I’m not the only Vincent running in PEI – J-A is suiting up for her first 10k! I’m so excited for her. She’s done a few runs over 10k, so she knows she can do the distance, but she’s been so busy over the past few weeks that she hasn’t put in the volume or the quality she’d hoped for. As she puts it – she really committed to her taper (whereas I snuck in a few harder runs when I might’ve been better off going easy). So she’s keeping her goal simple – finish the race. Well, that’s not her only goal – she also wants to make sure she crosses the line before I do. The 10k and the Half start at the same time and place and finish in the same place, so I’ll be looking for her as I come screaming down the road over the last couple of k.

Okay, PEI – just give me some good weather and I’ll run my little heart out!

Day 35: Where Am I in My Virtual Cross-Canada Run?

Like many runners, I keep track of my mileage. Well, to be honest, the Running Ahead website keeps a running tally (literally!) for me. Back in June, I hit upon the notion of making that number meaningful by seeing how far my total yearly mileage to date would get me if I’d been running each day from my home in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia west towards where I grew up in Kingston, Ontario. To my surprise, my total in June put me well past Kingston to a spot near Barrie. Since then, I’ve tracked my mileage to Thessalon, Lake Superior Provincial Park, and Marathon, Ontario.

 One thing I’m learning is that Ontario is huge. My total mileage as of yesterday was 3,103.5km – and I’m still in Ontario – still well inside Ontario – with no end in sight. Turns out that I’m just outside Thunder Bay, near where the road to Sleeping Giant Provincial Park meets the Trans-Canada Highway (or the TCH as we called ‘er when I lived in Newfoundland).

The Sleeping Giant

 

I’ve been to Thunder Bay in real life a few times. J-A’s folks are originally from there – and most of her extended family lives there. I also had great friends from there back in undergrad.

For any runner on the outskirts of Thunder Bay, though, the place to go is the Terry Fox Memorial. This is the area where, in 1980, the physical part of Terry’s Marathon of Hope, his run across Canada, ended – considering how his legacy has endured, however, it would be hard to say that his Marathon of Hope has actually ended. Every September, thousands of people across the world still take part in Terry Fox runs to raise money for cancer research – and they’ve raised over $500 million since 1980.

Silhouette of the Terry Fox Memorial in T-Bay

 

 I’ve seen the memorial in person. The place and the statue are beautiful tributes to his courage and determination. It still boggles my mind to think of how much he achieved, even just in terms of running – he ran 42km every day. And all of it was motivated by compassion for those he saw suffering (like he did) through months of chemo – and for those (like him) who eventually died from the disease. His thinking for the marathon was clear: medical research had prolonged his life – but there was so little money being spent on research (this was 1980) – so he wanted to raise money for research that would save and prolong lives.

What the hell else is money for?

Of course, there was more than this going on. Here’s an excerpt from his letter to the Canadian Cancer Society when he was asking for support for his run:

“[...] as I went through the 16 months of the physically and emotionally draining ordeal of chemotherapy, I was rudely awakened by the feelings that surrounded and coursed through the cancer clinic. There were faces with the brave smiles, and the ones who had given up smiling. There were feelings of hopeful denial, and the feelings of despair. My quest would not be a selfish one. I could not leave knowing these faces and feelings would still exist, even though I would be set free from mine. Somewhere the hurting must stop....and I was determined to take myself to the limit for this cause.”

Somewhere the hurting must stop.

And he was pure about the whole thing – he was no McRunner. He approached lots of companies for support, but he refused any company that asked him to endorse products. The Marathon of Hope was not about profit – nobody was going to gain financially from the hurting; instead, the run was about easing suffering and saving lives.

Here’s something you may not have known about Terry. After his leg was amputated, Rick Hansen approached him to see if he was interested in playing wheelchair basketball. Within months, he was good enough for Hansen’s team, and they went on to win three national titles – and he was named an all-star by the North American Wheelchair Basketball Association in 1980.

The guy had skills.

And the run continues...

Day 30: Easy Runnin'

How long have I been running? Let’s see – over 6 years. And in that period how many times have I read or been told that you need to run your recovery days slowly? Countless. So why is it coming as a shock to me that when I run my recoveries easy – like 5:00/k or slower – I feel great the day after?

It’s like that famous Issa haiku:

Snail!

  Climb Mt. Fuji,

    But slowly, slowly.

(It’s the only haiku I’ve sort of memorized, so I pull it out whenever I can – even when it doesn’t really make sense – and when I’m probably misquoting the translation... oh well... you still think I’m s-m-r-t, right?)

Here’s how my runs have been going: did the 17k race on Sat – felt beat up, so did easy 8k recovery on Sun instead of a long run – felt good enough to do a 25k long run on Mon – got a bit beat up by the run – did easy 8k recovery on Tues – was amazed that I felt good enough to do a VO2 workout on Wed – felt beat up after – did easy 8k recovery today – feel great. Now I can do something easy Friday – and then I’ll be ready for some threshold running on Sat. In the past, I would’ve blown everything by running 4:15s on my recovery days. I would’ve driven the fatigue deeper into my legs instead of coaxing it out with slow running.

So this is my Coach’s Corner moment: kids! even if you feel okay the day after a workout and even if you feel uncomfortable running as slow as your grandma – do your recoveries right! Otherwise, all the other kids will grind you into the corner... and you’ll cry.

Who knew wisdom could be so manly?