Whew . . .

Posted on November 19, 2011 by runJase

The yearlong quest is over. I ran as much and as fast as I could. It looks like I may keep going, but for now, I’m lookimg back. Here’s the year by the numbers . . .

Races Registered For: 25 / Races Run: 24 (5ks: 15; 8ks: 6; 5 mile: 1; 10ks: 2) / Distance Raced: 141k

Shirts Acquired: 23 / Goodie Bags Aquired: 11 – 4 backpack style / 4 reusable grocery bag style / 2 plastic / 1 paper / 2 with actual race name / 4 with athletic store sponsor name / 3 with other sponsors’ names / 2 plain; the contents of which included: 7 pens / 2 lip balms / 5 first aid kits / 12 packets of gummi vitamins / 3 reusable plastic water bottles / 2 magazines / 5 powdered vitamin drinks / 5 topical pain treatment products / a mesh bag of Redken hair and skincare products / a toothpaste tube squeezer / misc. lotions and hand sanitizers / from the PAWS run: a doggie bone shaped bag dispenser with belt clip for dog walking and a paw shaped dog food bag clip / a blue clear plastic piggy bank / 2 sets of Mardi Gras beads with promotional medallions – one Miller Lite, one US Cellular / a dozen or so energy bars / two temporary tattoos / a tall stack of brochures, coupons, and gift cards / a notepad / an Illinois road map / a 1.25 ounce bag of Stewarts coffee / a 4 ounce bag of jasmine rice / 2 pairs of green shoelaces / 3 silver jingle bells and 100 safety pins

Fastest 5k: 26:17 / 8:27 – Earthday 5k, Humbolt Park  / Slowest 5k: 29:53 / 9:37 – Sampson Stomp 5k, Milwaukee Zoo / Fastest 8k: 43:52 / 8:49 – PAWS Run for Their Lives, Montrose Harbor / Slowest 8k: 59:10 / 11:54 – Crazylegs, Madison, Wisconsin / Finishes in the Money: 7 Firsts / 2 Seconds / 2 Thirds

Medals Awarded: 1 5k First Place / 1 5k Second Place / 1 8k Third Place

Biggest Race: Madison’s Crazylegs – 20,000 runners / Smallest Race: Northwestern Spring 5k for Special Olympics – 44 runners

Best Organized Race: Al’s Run, Milwaukee / Race with Room for Improvement: Lifetime Fitness Run, Brookfield Zoo – as Erin put it, and I quote, “Registration is a zoo!”

Best Weather: Jim Gibbons 5K Traffic Jam – a warm yet cool late spring evening / Worst Weather: New Years Day 5k – negative 4 degree windchill

Best Post-Party: Paint Edgebrook Pink Fun Run – Beer, burgers and cotton candy at 10am – yum!

Farthest Traveled: Stevens Point, Wisconsin – 460 miles round trip, give or take / Closest to Home: Northwestern Spring 5k for Special Olympics – literally in the neighborhood

Best in Show: Impossible to choose. It’s like comparing 5ks and 10ks – they all had their moments

Most Valuable Lesson Learned: Yes I can!

Best Sport and Trooper Throughout: Jim. This was his idea, you know. And without him, I might not have gone the distance. He sacrificed weekend mornings, he drove me to and from, he parked, he waited, he froze, he cheered, he got some terrific photos, and all with his usual good heart and spirit. A giant thanks to him for not thinking this was dumb – or at least not saying so out loud – and for wanting me to, as he always says, have my dream.

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It gives you PAWS . . .

Posted on October 8, 2011 by runJase

Yes, I ran in the PAWS Run for Their Lives 8k; and yes, I had my best 8k time ever with an unprecedented pace of under nine minutes; and yes, it was a dark and stormy night. But the Walk was the story. No contest. The dogs win . . .

                       

Thanks to Jim for going lense to nose and getting some great photos! That last one is of me crossing the finish, by the way.

Official Time / Pace: 43:52 / 8:50 (still no medal, but another personal best!)

Next up: The Paggy Notebaert Go Go Green 5k / Saturday, October 22nd / Diversey Harbor

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2011 minus 1987 equals zero recall . . .

Posted on October 8, 2011 by runJase

The only proof

Ah, Milwaukee. Wonderland of my childhood. City of my first Braves game, geodesic domed gardens, iconic gorilla, annual department store Santa visit, and my first (and last for a very long time) organized run. Al’s Run 1987. I was 31 and wore a sleek black spandex running unitard. Everywhere you looked, it was the 80s. Or so I’m guessing. I don’t exactly recall. Back in Milwaukee for Al’s Run 2011, I couldn’t remember a thing. Jim asked, is this where you started last time? Don’t remember. Is it the same course?Hmmm, gee. Were these buses always part of it?No idea. I remember running on some vague city street down some vague hill. That’s it. Odd. I flawlessly remember Santa and Gimbels department store where he set up shop. I remember the diner with the broasted chicken and fries that I can still conjure the delicious nostalgic aroma of without even trying. I have the clearest memories of playing make-believe around the gazebos and fountains of the botanic garden, and making eye contact with Samson until he banged on the thick glass of his cage with nightmare-inducing force.

Me and Charles finally at the bus

But as for my first significant running event? Nothing. It may have something to do with the 80s being a decade I’d prefer to forget. But, on this warm autumn Saturday, that my memory failed mattered not at all. It was one of the great races of this year. There were rock bands and folk singers and Irish dancers and kilted bagpipers all along the route, and a company of US Navy recruits doing cadences as they ran. I fell in step with them for awhile. Aint no use in lookin’ down. . . very cool. So even though twenty-four years is too long a time to facilitate a valid comparison, with the Lake and the Calatrava, and microbreweries afterward – not to mention a pretty fast 8k time – it was still my wonderland.

Here’s what I discovered . . .

1) People who’ve been staging an event for nearly thirty-five years know what they’re doing. Many of the logistics seemed impossible, but they nailed it. So don’t question the buses. They moved nearly 3,000 people from the finish to the start on school bus after school bus after school bus and on time.

2) If you get the chance, run with the Navy guys.

3) Between visits I forget that while Milwaukee looks big-ish on the map, it’s not. Don’t over think the navigation or the parking. Both are way easier than you expect.

Charles enjoying a post-race draft at Water Street Brewery

4) Milwaukee is still THE place to drink beer and eat sausage. We recommend Water Street Brewery for both.

5) Try the Lakefront Brewery if you must, but be sure to be part of the tour group – they get the best glasses and service.

6) Don’t try too hard to draw comparisons to the past – especially your own. Things change. Sometimes for the better.

Official Time / Pace: 45:42 / 9:11 (no medal, but an 8k personal best)

Next Up: PAWS Run for Their Lives 8k / Sunday, September 25th / Montrose Harbor

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A Running Cliché . . .

Posted on September 10, 2011 by runJase

Cole and The Medal - FINALLY!!!

Well, the year is nearly over. That in itself is startling. Where does the time go? I mean, really, where does it go? When you’re a kid, stuff takes forever to get here – holidays, family vacations, the last day of school – and now Jim and I are always saying stuff like, do you believe that was a whole year (or 15) ago? What a cliché. Asking such rhetorical questions only invites comparisons to our parents’ ancient friends whom we once thought were completely beyond hope. But, nevertheless, the year is nearly over.

I just signed up for the 2011 Peggy Notebaert Go Go Green 5k Run/Walk in October; and that closes the circle. I went back and read that first post today. I was green on so many levels. In addition to the not insignificant price tag and a teetering stack of shirts, the past year brought things I wouldn’t have predicted: an 8:11 mile, medals, Erin, knowing how to spell Notebaert, a number on the scale I haven’t seen since high school, and – most unpredictably – a genuine love of running. A lot of shoes and playlists and travel went into this quest, and it’s not over yet. There are at least three races to go and a couple more under consideration before the retrospective can be written. Today I just felt like taking stock.

For anyone wondering how Erin is doing now that she’s back home in Florida, she ran the Tunnel to Towers 5k this weekend. We were supposed to run it together – her there and me here – but the here never materialized so she was on her own. She finished third out of 126 in her category in 25:31 (with a 7.3 minute mile figured in) and won her first medal! I knew I was right about her!

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Onion rings and gratitude . . .

Posted on August 28, 2011 by runJase

The last race

What Erin and I didn’t realize when we ran our last race together, was that we’d run our last race together. It’s good that we didn’t know. It would have been sad and we might not have had that mind-blowing finish. We did have a shot at a 5k a few days before she moved back to Florida after her year-long odyssey of a completely different kind. But we all decided to go to Hackney’s for onion rings instead. Exactly the right call. A week later, in commemoration of the year we spent running and sharing cocktails and commiserating, I ran the Juvenile Protection Association 5k in a very Lollapalooza-torn Grant Park. To be fair, it was on her birthday, so, even if she’d been in town, she probably wouldn’t have come out with me. But it was bittersweet all the same. On the sweeter side, I got my first first-place medal. Even though it wasn’t part of the awards ceremony, getting to take it home from the race rather than waiting for it to come in the mail was pretty great. On the slightly scarier side, there were no names on the list for Jim’s division. Zero. He realized that he could have entered and finished (at ANY speed) and medaled. Uh oh. Anyway, at least for now, I’m a solo runner again. And Erin gets a year’s worth of my gratitude for . . .

the Point Bock

1. showing up in rain and snow and everything in between

2. going along with the weeknight races even though it was a long drive in bad traffic, and she was much more ready for a glass of wine than a 5k

3. arriving prepared with talking points appropriate to the length of any race

4. getting Cole, and eventually Bill, psyched to come along

Brookfield Zoo

5. cheering my success even though she consistently finished just out of the money in her own division because she was, essentially, running in mine

6. saying, “got anything left?” and pushing me beyond where I ever thought I could go

7. making the best of a year in Chicago when Florida is so much more her style

8. being my friend

and, by the way, I win!!

 

Official Time / Pace:      26:52 / 8:39

Next up: Al’s Run / Saturday, September 17th / Milwaukee 

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Enter whining . . .

Posted on August 27, 2011 by runJase

On the concourse

This was my 20th race and it wasn’t the celebration I’d anticipated. It was full of whining, actually. I was late; I was hungry; I was agitated by work; Soldier Field was hard to get to; I didn’t get a good start; there were too many people; I was in the 10 minute rather than the 9 minute mile group; and on and on and on . . .

And, no doubt from all the whining, I ran like a terrapin (a southern swamp turtle, as it turns out). Granted, there was a big field – almost 3,000 finishers – but a 6th place finish is not my style, especially in a 5k. By this time, I should have the mechanics down: Eat something; show up on time; run fast. When I did finally stop whining, I was still hungry, but I noticed I was in new surroundings, which is where I’ve been headed since vowing to give Lincoln Park a rest.

We ran south through the McCormick Place tunnel, in almost total darkness, complete with a thousand potholes. Then out in to the blinding sunlight and back along the lake. The night was glorious and warm with an east breeze and long angular sunlight. With the skyline and Soldier Field looming, we drank beer and ate pizza and started the long trek home.

In the shadow of some controversial architecture

 Jim got some great photos and I learned a few new things . . .

1) Leave when you need to leave. The race is starting with or without you.

2) Eat whatever it is you usually eat; however long before the race you usually eat it. In the absence of fuel there’s just whining.

3) If you’re inclined toward timidity and think, well, I’m probably not really a nine-minute-mile runner, I’ll just stay back here with the ten-minute milers, fight it. With an average pace in the nine minute range, I might have finished a little faster with a little faster start.

4) In any race, but especially one with thousands of people, saying, “I’ll see you after the race,” is, at the very least, insufficient. I was pretty sure I would never see Jim again. It took about 20 minutes for us to finally run into each other. Have a plan. Be specific.

5) If you find yourself at Soldier Field and the Concourse is open, make the climb. You’ll see the stadium from an angle usually reserved for lucky Bears’ ticket holders, and the skyline views are stunning.

6) If you have the luxury of pursuing a year-long, non-income-bearing running odyssey, don’t whine.

Terrapins probably don't whine

Official Time / Pace: 27:57 / 9:01

Next Up: Juvenile Protection Association 5k / Thursday, August 18th / Grant Park

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It could be the heat . . .

Posted on August 5, 2011 by runJase

It’s come to this. I’m three posts behind. I’d like to say that I have three great posts in me more than three weeks out, but it’s hot and I‘m doubtful. So I’m invoking literary license and calling it a single 15k divided into three legs on three widely divergent Chicago summer days. Ok? Ok . . .

First Leg: Chinatown 5k & Youth Run / Saturday, July 9th / 8 a.m.

One lion of two in the pas de deux

It started with a Lion Dance and now I have no doubt that all races should start with a Lion Dance. See http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iQfprUuZQkM&feature=related if you doubt me. It was rousing. But let me backtrack for a second. We had some trouble getting to Chinatown. Jim, who is literally the human GPS for Chicago, wasn’t quite sure of the route. Possibly a first. I, on the other hand, could get turned around in my own driveway if I had one. No help there. As a non-native Chicagoan, I was sure we could just go south and turn right at Chinatown. (Jim rolls his eyes). Eventually after some mild sniping and one jaw dropping maneuver involving high speed backing up in front of a police station to salvage the turn we missed, we arrived at streets barricaded for the race. Far as we went. Jim spotted what looked like the starting line six or seven blocks down (a possible exaggeration), hit the brakes and yelled, “Get out, get out – there it is!” “Are you sure?” I asked, nervously. “Absolutely.” “You’re really sure?” “What else would it be?” he said, pushing me out of the car, uniformed officers looking on. “I’ll park and see you later.” And he was gone.

NOT the finish line!

 Of course he was right, and he did see me later. But I’m not altogether comfortable with spontaneous vehicular ejection – even if it’s done with love. But back to the race and that Lion Dance . . . We ran, we finished, we drank some very strange beverages and watched the youth run in the Youth Run – every one of them got a medal. That’s how life works, right?! And even though we stayed ‘til the absolute end of the raffle, we didn’t win the iPad. Although no grown-up division medals were awarded, I was the fastest female (an important distinction) in my category. I was outclassed only by Don and James who were listed first and second. I didn’t see them. Maybe they are F55-59 – who am I to say? Erin came in 4th in her apparently all F45-49 division. Official Time/Pace: Erin – 27:21 / 8:50; Me – 27:20 / 8:49; Don – 21:22 / 6:54; James – 21:44 / 7:01

 Second Leg: Les Turner Strike Out ALS 5k / Thursday, July 12th / 6:30 p.m.

Photo by Jim who's lying on the field

Of all the races we’ve done to date, this one will forever stand alone by virtue of including STAIRS!!! Just when you think you’ve seen all possible course variations, you stumble upon stairs. Up stairs and down stairs. Stairs with deep treads and short risers. Stairs that are awkward to walk, let alone run. But if you must have stairs, these were the stairs to have. These stairs took us from the concourse to the warning track of Comiskey Park (oh, sorry) Cellular Field, where the Chicago White Sox play (and self destruct, even as I write). But I’m jumping ahead. The race started at home plate of the old Comiskey, just outside the new field. Lou Gehrig stood there. It’s a moving realization; very event specific and a great idea. From there, though, I have to say that the first part of the course was, for lack of a better word, funny. Some might feel that running through the neighborhood around the Cell would be slightly enhanced with tightly choreographed traffic direction, i.e. security. But, we speculated, security cuts deep into a fundraiser’s funds.

Feet of clay

So it was perhaps for that reason that the neighborhood was shunned in favor of running around (and around) the property. Once around the small parking lot; twice around the large. A funny thing to do. It actually feels funny when you’re doing it. But there was a payoff. The prize for circumnavigating the blacktop was the shoes dusted with red clay from the ground where Ozzie and A.J. and Quentin and Buehrle walk (among other things). We ran up the ramps, past the concession stands, down . . . the . . . stairs and onto the field. Past the boopen, past the dugouts, a full 360 around the warning track and under the lights. Thrilling. But with fastball speed, it was over. We were back in the parking lot. Funny. With a hundred yards or so to go, Erin said something like, got anything left? I know a gauntlet when

STAIRS?!!

I hear one. Together we executed the very finest mind-blowing sprint to the finish of our short running partnership, both of us taking our divisions, stairs, ramps and parking lots notwithstanding. Official Time/Pace: Both – 28:56 / 9:20

Third Leg: Judicata 5k / Thursday, July 21st / 6:30 p.m.

This would have been my 20thrace. I say would have been because it didn’t happen. At least not for us. We were stopped by the heat that covered Chicago for a couple of weeks like a wet electric blanket turned up high – all humidity and lightning. We asked about contingencies. They told us lots of water and lots of well-being checks available en route. Then, the day before the race, the notice came – the 5k race was now officially a 5k fun run and walk. Erin voted no, pointing out that there’s nothing fun about a walk in a kiln – even if, as she put it, the well-being check guys were cute. I was on the fence. The fallback was this: Jim would take Erin’s number and walk with me. The forecast held a bit of hope for evening lake cooling. We waited. No cooling. Not even a slightly non-furnacy breeze. I was putting on sunscreen and we were playing a game of I’ll-risk-it-if-you-will chicken when Jim pulled the plug. Some points aren’t worth proving. Of course it made the news, and there we weren’t. Bragging rights lost; character un-built. The chance for the 20th race will come again and it will be cool.

Next up: Terrapin 5k / Thursday, August 4th / Soldier Field

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8k max, and Proud . . .

Posted on July 4, 2011 by runJase

One of the few costumes we saw.

Last December my brother, Jan, started bugging me about the Devils Lake Half-Marathon in Wisconsin. I told him absolutely not, citing the whole 10k max thing, yadda, yadda, yadda. But he kept it up, even loaning me his copy of Born to Run with a note that read, “You’re gonna wanna do it!” Even Jim thought I’d eventually chase the running bug to increasingly greater distances. But, as it turns out, the only thing I want to do less than long distance running, is to read about long distance running. I returned the book and shelved the whole 13.1 discussion. On the other hand, I conceded, I never thought I’d run an 8k – or even a 5k – before I did it. So maybe the 8k would naturally become a 10, then a 15, then logically, a half-marathon. Easy. But I know my limits, or to take a more positive tack, I know my strengths. And the 10k race is not one of them. I said so after the Byrdsong 10k, and six days later the Proud to Run 10k closed the book on it. I think there might be a couple more on the calendar before my year is up, but I’ll be choosing carefully if at all. At the very least, I won’t be choosing the Devils Lake Half-Marathon. Sorry, Jan.

Possibly my last 10k finish ever.

Here’s what I learned . . .

1) The Proud to Run run is less tied to the Pride Weekend festivities than I’d assumed. It had the potential for amazing costumes and pageantry. A couple of twenty-something girls in tutus and rainbow knee socks were the extent.

2) This race drew some of the most beautiful participants and spectators I’ve ever seen – even the dogs were great looking.

3) That being said, the animals and spectators were the ones to watch. There were lots of lovely collars and leashes (on the dogs – get your mind out of the gutter, please) hats and bandanas. The best spectator award goes to the not even two-year-old girl standing near the course wearing an impassive expression and not a stitch of clothing, and holding an American flag. If I’d seen her toward the end, when I was pretty sure I was hallucinating, I might not have believed it.

4) I’d do this race again for the class of  Port-a-potties alone – water, soap and towels!

Jim spent the hour shooting Montrose Harbor

5) This was not a Females 55-59 race. I may have medaled (it’s unclear whether there will be medals), but second out of six (and 15+ minutes behind first) is not that impressive. How jaded am I?!

6) Still, I finished in under an hour and confirmed, unequivocally, that I’m proud to be 8k Max.

Official time: 59:07 / Pace: 9:31

Next up: Chinatown 5k (yea) / Saturday, July 9th –Erin, just off the DL, is joining me!

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Hated it! (Well, didn’t love it, anyway.)

Posted on July 2, 2011 by runJase

Pace yourselves! Do you know how far this is?!

I admit it: The 10k is not my event. I suspected it when I tried an informal 6.2 miles back in March just to see if I could. I could, and I can. But here’s the catch – I don’t want to. I thought I would feel differently in an actual race situation, so I signed up for the Ricky Byrdsong Race Against Hate, and when the day came. I didn’t want to. But, as Jim always says, “You don’t have to want to.” So irritating. I could have taken the 5k option, but my people don’t wimp out. And, after all, it was right in the neighborhood. I felt not bad at the start and settled into a deliberate pace. I can keep this up indefinitely, I thought. I’ll just focus on the music and the scenery and I’ll be fine, I thought. And I was fine – for awhile. Then I got to mile marker three and I thought, OMG! I have to do that again, plus a quarter mile give or take. Psych! The 10k is not my event. I finished. That’s all I can say.

Here’s what I learned . . .

The elusive finish. Close and getting further away.

1) Once a sprinter . . . I ran a tiny bit of track in high school and was NOT a distance runner. As I recall, I was working on improving my 100 yard dash time when I got distracted by the Glee Club and ran a different way.

2) I’ve kind of gotten used to finishing near the top. But a sprinter isn’t going to place anywhere near the top in a 6 mile race. Still, for a first try, I could have done worse: Eighth of twenty-one in my category which, by the way, seemed to be largely made up of women with zero body fat.

3) I nailed the water thing this time. It didn’t hurt at all to slow down and walk a bit while rehydrating. No drowning and a little rest.

4) The finish line is often hidden around the final turn so you don’t see it until you’re almost there. In the past I’ve found this frustrating. I’ve changed my mind. When we made the final loop and headed north up Sheridan Road (right up the middle! It was so cool! But I digress), the overhead banner was visible in the distance. Great! Good to know where that is and where I stand. I’m sure you’ve seen the scene in The Graduate where Dustin Hoffman’s car is out of gas and he’s running up the street to stop the wedding? Shot, as Jim explained to me, with a super long lens, the effect is that he’s running his legs off and getting nowhere. With the finish line in view from a long, long, long, long way away, I felt like I was being shot with that same lens.

5) Don’t park on the “wrong” side of the race. We were lured by the siren of Jim’s knowledge of free and abundant campus parking and wound up trapped between the lake and the run. Luckily, he also has knowledge of the campus police who graciously got us out.

6) Later that day I wandered around the perennial local art fair for a few hours, we met for a beer at the Goose Island Draft Beer Tent, and we walked home. So it must not have been all that bad. That doesn’t mean I want to do it again, but of course, I don’t have to want to.

Official Time: 57:29 / Pace: 9:15

Next up: Proud To Run / Saturday, June 25th - another 10K!!!!

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Leave the phone, take the cannoli . . .

Posted on June 29, 2011 by runJase

An evening draft is good, but there's just something about morning beer.

We were on live TV! This was the most exciting thing since our mention on the Time Out blog! On possibly the loveliest evening of the year, the Jim Gibbons Traffic Jam 5k was started by airhorn – deftly blown by a popular local on-air personality – and shown live in the last three minutes of the channel 7 evening news. Here’s the clip: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DLPSL7dp8Lc. Pretty cool. If you look quick, you can actually see me go by. Jim was on assignment, so not there for the start, but came later for free beer. I did ok, but not great – 4th place in my group – but I loved the evening running!

Here’s what I learned . . . 

1) Leave your phone anywhere else. This is the first time I’d ever had it with me, and it resulted in two bad things. First, the holder worked its way around to the side during the run, so for a terrifying second, I thought the phone had fallen out somewhere on the course. Second, once I discovered that it wasn’t lost, I started adrenalin texting everyone I know about the run and the TV coverage and god knows what all. Don’t do that.

 2) A phone doesn’t even do that much good in helping you find someone in a crowded park – especially if you think the big wire structure behind home plate is called a batting cage. (Roll eyes here and say, “Girls.”)

3) If you’re tired of the same location, try a different time of day. Everything was the same but different. The skyline was backlit and there was no morning grass steaminess. Way to shake it up.

4) Port-a-potties become less of a focus as the weather gets warmer. I’m sure there are both physiological and psychological reasons for that. Don’t care. Just glad it’s true.

5) Speaking of warmer weather, it’s important to stay hydrated. For some reason, I was thirsty right from the start. I rarely grab the cups held out to me during a run, and with good reason (see: Suddenly not just cold, but also wet, Rudolph Ramble, 12.13.10). But I really needed water. Experience had taught me nothing. I tried to drink while still running. I took a long drink and a deep breath simultaneously. Coughing and sputtering simultaneously, I tried not to let on that I was drowning.

6) Post-race beer (especially free post race beer) is great in the evening But it’s so conventional; so legitimate. Give me a cold illicit 9am draft any day.

Official Time: 27:34 / Pace: 8:53

Next up: Ricky Byrdsong Race Against Hate / Sunday, June 19th - my first 10K!!!!

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