Monday morning marks week number 6 of our training plan with the Boston Marathon now just 11 weeks away. In 76 days or 1,845 hours (who’s counting) with ESPN Cameras rolling, news outlets from around the world on hand, one million spectators watching and the finest international marathon runners in the world on hand – Run for Dom takes to the streets of Boston.
A friend this past week was asking me how much time I spent training and whether or not I felt that the time spent was truly worth it. Now, in my particular situation the question was answered quite easily. Any “sacrifices” I have made to this point and will be making in the coming weeks and months are nothing compared to the fight that my close friend Dom is in. To compare the two situations is simply ludicrous. My friend’s question however was more to the point of distance running in general, it had nothing to do with raising money and awareness to help my friend’s cancer battle.
Thoughts of this conversation returned during my Sunday long-run this weekend. Why is it such an easy decision for me to hop out of bed on a Sunday, bundle up and cover 9-miles in 28 degree temperatures? What is it about the sport of distance running that has such a powerful draw for me?

Garmin Miles
Over the next 11 weeks I will spend approximately 102 hours training for the Boston and Pittsburgh Marathons 13 days apart. 43 hours will be spent covering the remaining 343 running miles, 26 hours spent cycing 424 miles with 33 1-hour strength training sessions mixed in.
Those 102 hours will represent roughly 9% of the time I am awake between now and April 19th. Is it “worth it”? My answer remains – “absolutely”.
The reason being is that just last week I learned an important lesson about myself.
I am a rocket ship.
Now, I did not learn this lesson on my own – I owe this bit of wisdom to my friend Heather’s 3-year old toddler. Heather is the very talented author of one of my favorite blogs – “Run Faster Mommy” – (you can read Heather’s post here): http://www.runfastermommy.com/2010/01/infectious.html
She writes about the amazing energy level that her three-year old displays and the excitement with which he takes on all adventures. How he can run with unbridled enthusiasm while yelling out “I am a rocket ship!”
In preparing for last week’s 3M Half Marathon this post of Heather’s really hit home. At one point we all loved to run. In our childhoods running was FUN – 100% fun with a capital F.U.N. – so what happened? How did something that we all enjoyed so thoroughly become something that we view as “work” and question its worth? How did it become a sacrifice instead of a celebration?
I thanked Heather for helping remind me of this fact last week before the half-marathon and told her that I would find a time during the race when my body started to feel the rigors of the event and my legs started to feel heavy and proclaim aloud on the course that I too was a rocket ship.
At mile 11 last Sunday as I passed the water station heading down toward the University of Texas campus I proclaimed aloud that I too was a rocket ship. I will admit – I did receive a strange look from a runner on my right and a raised eyebrow from one of the race volunteers – but it put me exactly back in the state of mind I was seeking.
I was able to smile and realize that I was doing something I absolutely loved to do. That given the choice there was really no place I would rather be at that point and time – I had in the words of Heather “found my inner toddler”. I honestly believe that it is there lying dormant inside all of us waiting for a rediscovery. It is a lesson that I learned at the tender young age of 42. Shame on me for having forgotten.
Come Heartbreak Hill in Boston, or the Forbes climb at Pittsburgh – steep hills, strong winds, falling rain or cold temperatures that lie ahead – none of those obstacles stand a chance. You see they are simply unaware of the fact that I have a secret weapon to lean on when the 26.2 mile distance becomes unforgiving.
You see … I am a rocket ship.








Under race conditions last weekend at the 3M half Marathon (race report here link)
One of the major questions I had leading up to the Half-Marathon was whether or not my right shin injury had in fact been fully resolved. Was I now to the point where I could run a considerable distance, (13.1 miles) and run pain-free after a period of physical therapy and a slow return to training. Over the past two weeks my nightly stretching exercises and ice routine had dramatically reduced any discomfort in my shin area (tibia). I did however have a lingering doubt in the back of my mind that I was truly recovered from shin splints.
I recently ordered a shin splint sleeve from Zensah that was advertised to support the recovering muscles surrounding the tibia as well as promote increased blood circulation to the injured area. As anyone who has experienced shin splints – the pain which at times is quite severe – I was ready to try just about anything and everything to resume my normal training schedule. The results on Sunday were nothing short of tremendous. I was able to really push the pace throughout the race and finish strong – bettering my goal of 1:37:00 +/- by almost 5 full minutes at 1:32:13. My final full mile at 6:48 was well below my overall pace of 7:02, leaving me with the feeling that I did not leave my best “Boston effort” on the race course in Austin. I feel as if I could have actually pushed the pace a bit more this past week and perhaps threatened the 1:30:00 mark. You can read a full race report here:
As good as my physical performance was on Sunday, there is one test however that I feel I failed rather spectacularly which was keeping my emotions in check and not falling into the “race” trap. As the miles ticked by on Sunday and I knew I was doing a terrible job of slowing my pace and staying within my race plan (7:30 +/- pace) I simply could not shut my competitive juices down and race “my race”. Whether it was the crowds, the downhill course, the competitors around me or the number pinned to my chest – I simply needed to do better.
For me a great source of inspiration when I am training for a race or pushing through a punishing hill is one Steve Roland Prefontaine. A framed copy of his Sports Illustrated cover from June 15, 1970 sits on my desk at work under my Pittsburgh Marathon Bib and finshers medal where I posted my Boston time last May.
Legendary coach Bill Bowerman of the University of Oregon took notice of Pre’s talent and recruited him heavily. Pre arrived on Oregon’s campus in the fall of 1969 and began running with the cross-country team. By the time he finished his career at Oregon he won an impressive seven NCAA national titles: three in cross-country, 1970, 1971, and 1973 and four in track at the 3-mile distance in ‘70, ‘71 ‘72 and ‘73. Pre was the first athlete to win four consecutive NCAA track titles in the same event. He also held eight collegiate records including the 3 mile and 6 mile races which to this day have not been broken. In fact Pre was never beaten in a single race at the University of Oregon’s famed Hayward Field.
For me it was not Pre’s accomplishments that got me interested in distance running as let’s face it – I’m a regular guy with regular abilities who trains hard and does “O.K.” at a sport that I am more than a decade too old for. I was drawn more to the sport by the way Pre raced rather than how well he finished. Pre’s most famous effort is probably the 5,000 meter race at the 1972 Olympic games in Munich. At the age of 22 he took on the world’s top runners with far more international race experience leading most of the final lap before finishing in 4th place literally less than one second away from medaling.











Best of all was the news I got regarding our hero Dom. As many of you know from reading the blog or following me on Twitter – Run for Dom is my way of honoring a close friend who is battling cancer. The “Run” is actually two marathons, Boston and Pittsburgh this spring just 13 days apart to raise awareness and support for Dom and his family – you can read more about the effort here:
Today’s workout was a mid-week 6-miler to be run at/near race pace for this weekend’s 3M Half Marathon. Now, normally I would have taken this week easy with a race looming on Sunday. Had this been a marathon weekend we would actually be in the final week of a 2-3 week taper. I will be writing about the strategy of “tapering” prior to the Boston Marathon in April.
I trained myself to know what a “7:30” felt like – so that when your body starts to betray you a bit you don’t have to fixate on your GPS and chart quarter mile to quarter mile how fast you are going, how fast you need to be going, are you losing time, gaining time etc. This is all just added pressure and mental gymnastics to perform when you should be focusing on positive imagery, encouragement coming at you from the spectators on the course, your next water break and simple things such as “running tall” or “lifting your knees”. The last thing you want to be doing is to find yourself dividing 73:27 into 9 miles and determining if you are on pace or not …. Mathematics should be the last thing on your mind at that point.


A step-back week is a key part of marathon training as it allows for your body to adjust to increases in your weekly mileage by taking a “step-back” on your Sunday long run by running a shorter distance at an easier pace. This helps your muscles recover and come back not only stronger but also better prepared for the added mileage and intensity that follows. 

