Seattle Marathon

Another Thanksgiving weekend ends with the Seattle Marathon for me. This was a most wonderful Thanksgiving weekend, certainly my favorite ever, having gone through a very hard few months recently, only to be able to spend a very happy time with Deborah and family. In addition to the Thanksgiving dinner, Deb and I got a hold of one of the grandkids and made our way down to the Seattle Marathon Expo, followed by Pike Place and Seattle Art Museum's Peacock in the Desert Exhibit (art from India). Priceless.

The marathon had a new course and start time. The start time was 7:30 AM, which means I had to leave Mount Vernon at 5:30 AM, which wasn't so bad, albeit a little early. The weather was a chipper 40 degrees--I wore gloves and a vest over a long sleeve shirt, which was about right.

The course still starts at the Experience Music Project, just east of the Space Needle. The first four miles wind through downtown and then onto I-5's express lanes. It is a bit hilly to start out. The course dumps out into the U-District on the 42nd Ave exit around Mile 4. This was kind of cool for me, as I lived for three years near here back in the 1990s, during the school years. A picture below of my old place, which so far hasn't been torn down. Cranes everywhere in Seattle.

I ran the first 13 or so with Rob from MV, who was great company.  We probably could've stuck together the whole way, but I kind of entered my pain place after that, and would not have been good company as I figured each step. I usually run events alone, but Rob really kept my pace good for the first half. He said we did the first half in 2:15, which would be quicker than my half times this year so far.

The last thirteen miles were a bit painful, though mostly flat on the world famous Burke Gilman Trail, until Mile 23. I saw many familiar faces along the way. Half exhausted, seeing Matt H. cheering folks on at Mile 23+ was really great. Also good to see Jenny and her crew volunteering.  The last mile or so is a fast downhill on Highway 99 into Queen Anne and Memorial Stadium. I finished around 4:54, which I'm happy with for today. That represents a steady pace with some walking, but no serious cramps and I don't feel too bad after the fact. A half hour faster than NY too. Little improvements.

I'd like to see the Seattle Marathon work on things a bit. I've been running this race since 1997. I'll continue to show up for the full and half, as I am able. The volunteers were terrific. That said, I feel like the Expo gets smaller each year, while the prices continue to rise. Little things bother me. Last year I registered at the Expo, and they took 3 or 4 months to cash the check and register me, which was annoying. The half marathon point on the marathon was not marked, and there was no timer there which there really should be. The after race food was lacking--long gone are the days when they served Ivars chowder after the cold run. Nothing against Dole Pineapple cups, but they should be able to do better for what we pay. Also, the medal is pretty much an ad for Amica, the title sponsor, with their slogan featured prominently on one side. It's very plain. I joked that maybe they should add a crane or two to the obligatory Needle.

The new course is ok, but I had to stop at a few points, to be waved across the street after traffic was once again stopped. Lots of gels, but the aid stations dropped off towards the end--one ran out of cups, etc.  I think Amica should demand more of the organization, as should the City of Seattle. Having just done the New York City marathon, I have a real feel for what a marvelous community event a marathon can be. Seattle can do better.

Despite that unload, I had a great day out there, and there was a lot of good cheer from volunteers, police officers, and spectators. Clear skies help a lot.

Fowl Run

Another November first weekend Fowl Run in the books today.  The weather was good running weather, with single layer temps, no rain, and just a little breeze. As always, the Fowl Run--this being the 40th year even--was hosted with great skill by Skagit Runners. Thank you volunteers and friends for always doing such a great job.

I ran the 10k, and finished under an hour (56 minutes0, which was a goal of mine at the start of the year--that is, get my 10k time under an hour again. It's been a while. So, I'm pleased, particularly given I ran a marathon last Sunday in New York. I kind of cramped up though in NYC, and so while I finished that race recently, it was an easy recovery week.

The snow geese are back. There were a couple fields full of them on the run, and I also saw a few swan flying in formation. There were lots of runners this year, and pumpkin pie and apple cider back at the school, among other treats. I didn't stick around to see if I won a turkey, although I saw some little kid walk off with one. 

This is one terrific community race. 

New York City Marathon

I ran the New York City Marathon last weekend, and absolutely loved it.  It will be a highlight of my year, as far as running goes.

As a teenager, back in the 1980s, I watched the New York City Marathon one November Sunday morning on television.  I followed running closely then, as a high school runner and reader of Runner’s World.  I knew all the high performers.  The drama that year was whether Rod Dixon, a 10k specialist from New Zealand, could step up to the marathon distance.  Geoff Smith of England held the lead, in the rain, for many miles, and looked to have the race in hand.  However, Dixon closed the gap over the final miles, and took the lead in the last half mile, with the announcers calling it like a horse race.  It was a great thing to watch live, and I remember clearly thinking that day that I would run a marathon some day.

Running a marathon seemed a huge thing back then. I registered for the Marine Corps Marathon in high school, but had to bail because of shin splints. I was running track and cross-country then, and putting in lots of miles, as a teenager might do. It wasn’t until much later, in 1997, that I actually finally went and took the distance on in Vancouver.

All these years, I continue to watch this race when I can, and follow with interest.  So, to finally have a chance to run the course, which travels through all five boroughs (Staten Island, Brooklyn, Queens, The Bronx, and Manhattan), was absolutely a bucket list item for me. There's only one New York.

And only in New York does getting to a start line become as much a production as running the race itself. I got out the door at 6:30 AM, and took the subway down from Lincoln Center to Battery Park and the Staten Island Ferry, coffee in hand, wearing disposable sweats.  After a bit of a wait for my ferry, I enjoyed views of the Statue of Liberty from the water, along with a bagel, and hundreds of other runners. Another wait on Staten Island to catch a shuttle bus to Fort Wadsworth, which is the starting line. I finally arrived at 10:30 AM, right before my start time at 11:00 AM. 

The race starts by going over the Verrazano Bridge, which seemed to be nearly two miles.  Police and media helicopters are above, and it is just swarms of people. These days, everyone is stopping for a selfie on the bridge.  Once across the bridge, you enter Brooklyn, where crowds await, with signs to cheer runners on.  The next 10 or 11 miles are up through Brooklyn, by restaurants, brownstones, gas stations, street art—all the sights of Brooklyn.  It feels like a parade, with streams of runners, and the streets lined with cheering families and bystanders.

I met my AC, Dave, and Deb right after leaving Brooklyn over 59^th Street.  This was extremely special to me, and we were fortunate to find each other in the crowds.  Cell phones help, I guess.  After that, I started getting a really bad cramp in my lower abdominal region, and I couldn’t run.  The last ten miles were a struggle of walking and running, but the crowds and positive vibes were steady, and I was fine with it.  The slog up through Manhattan and Queens was tough, but somewhere around the Bronx I seemed to be able to shuffle again, though the feet hurt. 

The excitement seemed to pick up all the more once back in Manhattan.  My fastest mile was my last, though it wasn’t all that fast.  The finish line is marked with the flags of the many, many nations, represented by runners.  Banners hang from the light poles, honoring past winners who’s names are well known to me—Joanie, Bill Rodgers, Dixon, Grete, Tergat, Radcliffe, and so on. 

The Finish Line is a production.  You get the medal, and then they give you a bag of recovery items (drinks, apple, protein bar), and then you shuffle for almost a half hour to get a very nice poncho.  Finally, my feet ready to revolt, I found my sweetie in the family reunion area.  For many personal reasons, this was the very best part of the whole event, as we weren’t sure she could make this trip.

The rest of the weekend was filled with great moments.  We went to the Lion King—our first show on Broadway—with my AC, who is high school choregrapher.  Fine eats, including bagels, pizza, pasta at Joe Allen, and so on.  A visit to the Museum of Modern Art, to see Van Gogh, Picasso, Rothko, Warhol and others—an amazing place that deserved more time. 

Loved the race, and loved being able to do this with my wife and family.  A very special weekend.