<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003655530366267261</id><updated>2012-02-18T07:08:44.000-05:00</updated><category term='2010 BR 100'/><title type='text'>milesrunner</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome
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I had everything laid out the night before so I could sleep in late.  The alarm woke me at 3:30am.  Perfect!  Heating water for my oatmeal took longer than anticipated so I departed a couple minutes late at 3:47am.  I ate my oatmeal while driving to where I work, Progressive Insurance Campus II.  My office is just a few miles from the start, so my plan was to leave my car in the parking garage at work all weekend and have co worker and fellow Brecksvillian Brett Bartolet give me a ride into work on Monday.  My brother Dale was working at one of the early aid stations for the race and he would be giving me a ride from Progressive to the race start.  I was 2 minutes late and Dale was 15 minutes early.  Dale thanks for waiting!

At the start area, Squires Castle I talked with Suzanne Pokrny, Marie Bartoletti and Mike Kazar while in the "line" before the start.  I was shocked to learn that Marie and Mike had both completed The Lake Placid Iron Man Triathlon last weekend.

The first five miles are on Chagrin River Road south from Squires Castle to Gates Mills, where we cross the river on an old (1922) Iron Bridge.  I met and ran with Northfield resident Mark Chaloupka.  It's a little strange Mark and I live so close to each other and have this unique passion, yet we are only now meeting for the first time in the initial miles of a 100 mile race.  John Quinn was at his usual post doing safety patrol at the Mayfield Road intersection.  At the first aid station I knew every volunteer, Rich and Steve Novak, and Jerry Tomko.

Miles 6 to 10 are also south on Chagrin River Road.  The sun was coming up just before we hit Fairmont Bvld.  I ran with and got to know Mel Terwilliger.  She has a fascinating job with Lake Metro Parks Wildlife Center and works to help rehabilitate injured animals.  She also filled me in on her Grand Canyon Rim2Rim2Rim run that she shared with Melissa Cairns.  Progressive co worker Sara Curran was at the road crossing just before the Polo Field Aid Station.  I was pleased to see my brothers Rick and Dale working behind the tables keeping food bins full.  We had someone take a photo of us.  Someday I may get to see that picture!  I don't know the woman who took it, but she said she would put it on the internet.  This is a funny comment, kind of like saying, "you can find me in the United States!"

Miles 10 to 18 are the first trail miles, all on bridle trails.  I met and ran with Dustin Burkholder who was also working on a four time Burning River 100 finish (which he did).  I ran a little with Frank Duchossois and got my left foot wet in Wiley Creek, one of the few stream crossings.  I ran with John Buehrle through south Chagrin Metro Park all the way to Route 91 crossing.  Celeste Wagner was at the Harper Ridge Aid Station.  Just after crossing over Ohio 422, we went past the Stouffer food processing plant and smelled some kind of Italian sauce spice.  At Shadow Lake Aid Station I picked up my Nathan two bottle water belt, hat, sun glasses and i-pod.

Miles 18 to 28 are still on mostly bridle trails.  I ran with Ron Ross and Brad Polman.  I talked to a woman and her husband along Tinkers Creek multi-use path while they were out for a Saturday morning 3 mile jog.  She was amazed to hear what the race was all about.  In Bedford we caught up with the barefoot runner Jason Robillard and he was having a heck of a time with the gravel bridle trails on this section.  It looked incredibly painful to me.  He was also running in a kilt.  I saw my track coach Glen Alexander and Barb Broad at the Alexander Road Aid Station.  I also remember seeing Celeste Wagner there as well.  I didn't ask her about her husband Bill, but I knew she was there for him, and also helping other runners.

Mile 28 to 33 has some single track followed by 2.5 miles on tow path.  I talked with Judy on the phone while running along the Sagamore Run canyon.  I got to Station Road Bridge before she could meet me.  Dave Janasko helped me at the aid station.  I changed sox and put on trail shoes.  I left my sun glasses there since it was mostly overcast and there is a lot of shade in the trails.  I saw Celeste again and noticed she had a boot on her injured foot.

Miles 33 to 39 are all in Brecksville, where I live.  I departed Station Road running a few hundred yards with another Progressive co worker Darryl Mika.  Judy, Angie and Miriam met me at the Overlook by Hinens Grocery Store.  I ran more with Brad Polman Cody Knepp and John Hnat.  Kevin Landis and his family were at Ottawa Point Aid Station.

Miles 39 to 44 are also in Brecksville on the Buckeye Trail.  I was starting to get upset stomach and had to take an e-cap to feel better.  I was passed by Kinga Miklos just after Bridle Valley Trail at the base of the BIG hill.  She was just stung by a wasp.  I was passed by Yosuke Murase on the flat field 10 minutes before Snowville Road Aid Station.  He is Japanese and speaks very little English.

Miles 44 to 49 continue south on the Buckeye trail and we cross into Summit County.  We also pass through Columbia Run canyon on this trail and the hemlock grove makes for a scenic section of trail.  I ran the access road all the way from the towers view to the first stream crossing.   This is a slight up hill and I am almost never able to run this even when I am just doing the BT50K.

At mile 49, Judy Angie and Miriam were at Boston Store.  I made sure they met Elizabeth Hanson.  I wasted some time in the bathroom.  My son Spencer called me on the Brandywine loop after the falls and I was able to tell him about my tracking device.  I passed Frank Duchossois just before Stanford Hostel.  He was walking and really down.  He talked about being finished at Boston Store II.

At mile 55, Judy and the girls were still at Boston Store when I came through the second time.  I wasted time in the bathroom AGAIN!  I stopped taking vanilla gu since it was making my stomach upset and forced me to take some e-caps.  Which I hate doing.

Miles 55 to 59 cross under I-271 and over I-80 (The Ohio Turnpike.)  As I crossed the turnpike I gave the horn signal to a trucker and he responded!  I ran a little with Mark Elderbrock just before Pine Lane Aid Station.  There was major cowbell at Pine Lane Aid Station!  It was nice to see Debi Glinsek and Cindy Antenucci.

Miles 59 to 64 are mostly on paved surface.  I did a lot of fast running on Akron Peninsula road and the bike-n-hike.  My cell phone was off and I was only able to check one voice mail before it died altogether.  The message was from Spencer and he found the tracking web site so he could see my progress.  Just north of Camp Ledgewood there is a nicely kept home and there is always a Semi tractor parked in the drive.  This time the truck driver was out in his yard.  I told him he had a nice place!

Miles 64 to 71 go through a large outcropping of limestone with a great view over the Cuyahoga valley, where we were able to see the beginnings of a great sunset.  I met Maria Cala the Aid Station captain at Happy Days.  My pacer, Joe Novicky started running with me.  I was SO GLAD to go around the limestone ledges and not through the middle of them.  There were two dope smokers in the parking lot next to their parked motorcycles at Virginia Kendal.  Joe and I made some loud (friendly) comments about the smell.  I used the bathroom at the chalet and forgot to refill water bottles in the bathroom.  I ran out of water about 20 minutes before Pine Hollow I and I had to walk due to dehydration concerns.  Roy Heger passed me at the base of Sound of Music Hill.

Miles 71 to 74 is a shot loop section on the Sault Run trail.  I wasted some time as I sat at Pine Hollow and drank 20 oz water along with some soup.  It got dark and had to start with the head lamp.  I ran way too slow on the Sault run loop.

Miles 74 to 81 is the longest segment between aid stations.  It was real dark and the trail was rough in spots from heavy horse use and poor drainage so I ran slowly.  I felt a hot spot on my left heel as we went by a field with goats.  The goats were not out.  I stopped on Bolanz Road before the bridge over the river and sat on the guard rail to apply body glide to my heel.

Miles 81 to 85 are technically among the most challenging miles on the course.  The Perkins loop was not bad with the addition of the riding run section.  I was slow on the first part of the loop.  I stopped at a stream crossing to sit on a big rock and apply more body glide to the ball of my right foot.  I was able to run fairly fast on the riding run section and passed Kinga Miklos.  She was tired so I gave here a bunch of chocolate covered espresso beans.  We talked a bit and I found out she is from Romania and currently lived near Toronto.

Miles 85 to 89 start with two miles of road followed by two miles of single track trail.  I changed sox and put on road shoes at Covered Bridge II.  Added more body glide to both my feet.  Joe was not able to stay with me on the road.  I was about 11 minute per mile pace for those two miles.  He caught me on the trail in O'Neil Woods.  I passed about 4 runners on the road.

Miles 89 to 93 start with about a mile of single track followed by a short road section and then about four miles on tow path.  We run right past the Akron Sewage Treatment plant compost facility.  Yucky smell!  I was slow going out of O'Neil Woods Aid Station down the big Hill.  One of my favorite places on the late part of this race is where the trail runs along side Yellow Creek.  On my first BR 100 I was at a very low point going through here and the sun was coming up.  I'll paraphrase what Joe Novicky told me right then and his words pulled me out of the funk, "Mike, get your head out of your ass and look at how beautiful this place is, where else in the world would you rather be?"  Again, I was able to run fast on the road and tow path after O'Neil Woods.  I passed more runners.

Miles 93 to 96 are all tow path.  I was about five minutes ahead of Joe Novicky at the Merriman Aid Station.  I used the five minutes to dump my pack and pull out the hand held bottle carrier.  This was a mistake as my two backup lights were in the pack.  And it was still real dark.  My primary light failed about five minutes out of Merriman and I could not get it to go back on.  My light batteries were good, the light housing was not seating properly.  I ran the next two and a half miles by the small light of the moon.  It was all on tow path and my night vision is good, so I pressed on ahead of Joe.  I passed more runners.

Mile 96 to the Finish are mostly on road, with about a mile of  single track and another mile of wide flat trail.  Maria Cala was also captain at this aid station.  I jokingly asked how far to the next aid station – I have a strange sense of humor.  I did some adjustments to the flash light head lamp at the Memorial Road Aid Station and moved out before Joe Novicky got there.  I was starting to worry about the two miles of Chuckery trail that was a head of me.   I was ok on road and tow path in the dark, but trail would be impossible this time of night with out a light.  I could get mine to work but it would go out after just a few steps and I'd have to readjust it to work again and after a while I was afraid it would stop working altogether like it did just out of the Merriman Aid Station.  I walked and walked and walked.  There was another runner a couple hundred yards in front of me.  They kept getting further and further away until I lost sight.  Joe caught me just before the Chuckery trail.  He had a spare hand held light.  We ran the trail super slow.  At the top of the stone stairs there is a one mile flat and wide trail where I was able to run fast again.  Joe was unable to keep up.  Dusky dawn was starting.  I passed Yosuke Murase.  A runner was coming toward me with a flash light.  It was Steve Godale.  He ran in with me and let me know how all the fast runners finished.  We talked about being a vegan and bacon.  I could smell it cooking at the Sheraton Inn restaurant.  I finished just after sun rise.

At the finish, Race Director Joe Jurczyk was there to shake my hand and hand me my buckle.  I sat in a chair next to John Hnat.  He finished about 50 minutes before me.  My finish line gear was not there.  I looked through all the bags and it never made it there.  Melissa Liebling heped me look with no success.  So I had no cloths, sandals, etc.  I found a long sleeve shirt and put that on over my race singlet.  I took my shoes and sox off to let my feet air out and found that the blister on my left heal was big and it was full of blood.  The next shift of podiatry students was just setting up and I was their first customer.  I used Joe Novickys cell phone to call Judy.  By the time she came to get me I had eaten a couple of egg and cheese wraps and gathered all my gear from all the aid stations.  I was still not able to find my finish area gear which I found out later was stored in the Vertical Runner Store trailer and I did not get it back till Monday which was ok since I didn't need anything.

I am grateful that God has allowed me another BR 100 finish. His willing, there will be more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003655530366267261-2023515769676290270?l=milesrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2023515769676290270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003655530366267261&amp;postID=2023515769676290270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/2023515769676290270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/2023515769676290270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/2010/08/2010-br-100.html' title='2010 BR 100'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11707941387904101838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rtrseu9Ui9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J3CQZa4kB1k/s320/Captured+2007-08-05+00000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003655530366267261.post-2582396891152743763</id><published>2008-07-06T15:33:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T16:04:57.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update - Doing Much Better</title><content type='html'>I have not posted in a while. Why? Because I am too busy running. YES, I AM RUNNING AGAIN?





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About 5 weeks ago I was with the PT (Lorie) going over hand exercises and I lamented that while I would be able to run in August, (I am registered for &lt;a href="http://www.burningriver100.org/"&gt;BR100&lt;/a&gt;), I would be unable to TRAIN for it, therefore I would not be running it. After a brief discussion with her, where I explained how relaxing the longer training runs would be, she left me alone to consult with the Surgeon, Dr. Drew Engles. After a few minutes, she returned saying, "Mike you better not mess up, I went to bat for you and Dr. Engles, who is strictly by-the-book, would allow me to run ONLY if I wrapped my hand in a protective "tendon-relaxed" position. So for the next 4 weeks I had gradually increased my miles and included some LONG runs.
















Two weeks ago I did 50 at &lt;a href="http://www.mohican100.org/"&gt;Mohican&lt;/a&gt;. It was slow, but I completed with out major problems.

Here I am at Lyons Falls about 28 miles into the race -





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Last night I ran from 7pm to about 4am with some friends through &lt;a href="http://www.burningriver100.org/"&gt;BR100&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.verticalrunner.com/"&gt;Vertical Runner&lt;/a&gt;. A week ago Dr. Engles allowed me to start running with out the splint and wrap.





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Now, the REAL good news. At my last appointment with the PT and Dr Engles, BOTH were astounded at my recovery progress. Dr Engles told me that my hand use is way advanced. He said, "you are better then the average patient at &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;12 weeks&lt;/span&gt; post surgery." The real cool thing is that I was just &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8 weeks&lt;/span&gt; post surgery when he told me that!







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A recap of my running since the hand injury -
May Miles - 12
June Miles - 200&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003655530366267261-2582396891152743763?l=milesrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2582396891152743763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003655530366267261&amp;postID=2582396891152743763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/2582396891152743763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/2582396891152743763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/2008/07/update-doing-much-better.html' title='Update - Doing Much Better'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11707941387904101838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rtrseu9Ui9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J3CQZa4kB1k/s320/Captured+2007-08-05+00000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/SHEkrZLwvYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uY153fcfmlQ/s72-c/lyonfalls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003655530366267261.post-5609180735532132495</id><published>2008-05-03T20:37:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:38:36.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult</title><content type='html'>This is real difficult. We are packing this week for the trip to Czech Republic. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is not the correct word to use - (Judy's not getting much help from me or the 3-yr old).  &lt;/span&gt;I am still &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; running the marathon. I have almost no use of my right hand. No physical pain. Just some discomfort with the current splint, and discomfort when I do the two physical therapy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exercises&lt;/span&gt; I go through EVERY hour. I am avoiding the pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as much as possible. Only taking 1/2 dose in the evenings the past couple of days. Here are two photos. CAUTION - the second one is a close up of the surgeons art work.










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&lt;div&gt;Tendon repaired. Call me lefty. Typing difficult. Starting to feel better about my condition. Hope to have full recovery. Dr says all went well in surgery. Only one tendon (of 3) was severed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003655530366267261-3137640376369451216?l=milesrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3137640376369451216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003655530366267261&amp;postID=3137640376369451216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/3137640376369451216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/3137640376369451216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/2008/04/post-surgery.html' title='Post Surgery'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11707941387904101838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rtrseu9Ui9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J3CQZa4kB1k/s320/Captured+2007-08-05+00000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/SBfGP_SGEFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Hcgh10BcRvo/s72-c/IMG000005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003655530366267261.post-6580629734315338163</id><published>2008-04-28T20:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T20:59:59.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/SBZzAPSGEEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/d6LnkVAiVoM/s1600-h/IMG000004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194465668158066754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/SBZzAPSGEEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/d6LnkVAiVoM/s320/IMG000004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I am now on a forced 8 week rest from training (running). This really hurts since I am registered for the Prague International Marathon on May 11, and also for the Burning River 100 the first weekend of August.

I hurt my hand on Saturday, April 26, and it involved a severed tendon. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;orthopedic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surgeon&lt;/span&gt; that will repair the tendon tomorrow has told me, "NO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;STRENUOUS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EXERCISE&lt;/span&gt; FOR AT LEAST 8 WEEKS, MAYBE MORE!"

No Marathon in Prague. Technically, I could run Burning River 100, I just can't train for it.





I am sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003655530366267261-6580629734315338163?l=milesrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6580629734315338163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003655530366267261&amp;postID=6580629734315338163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/6580629734315338163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/6580629734315338163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/2008/04/bad-news.html' title='Bad News'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11707941387904101838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rtrseu9Ui9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J3CQZa4kB1k/s320/Captured+2007-08-05+00000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/SBZzAPSGEEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/d6LnkVAiVoM/s72-c/IMG000004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003655530366267261.post-2901582937969495629</id><published>2008-01-20T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T21:48:59.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I ran the Disney Marathon one week ago today. I did what I expected but not what I wanted. No excuses; I just did not prepare as I should have. I expected something just under 3:30 and I finished with 3:27:55. I felt great up to about 18. The next 4 miles were tough but I kept my pace about 7:40 per mile and pushed through the pain. The last 4 miles were not much fun and my pace dropped-off significantly. My last 2 miles were 9:46 and 9:55. Not great but I didn't walk!





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About 19 miles into the race we were running on the parkway between Animal Kingdom and the MGM Disney Park, I caught view of a runner in FULL Minnie Mouse costume. I was gaining on Minnie and was planning something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quippy&lt;/span&gt; to say to her. As I passed her, I realized it was a HIM! I kept my mouth shut. It was a welcome diversion from my pain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My wife Judy got a photo of HIM in the finish area.
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L to R: Back Row, Mother-in-Law (Dolly), Wife (Judy), Donald, Daisy, Me; Front Row, Daughter (Angie)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003655530366267261-2901582937969495629?l=milesrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2901582937969495629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003655530366267261&amp;postID=2901582937969495629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/2901582937969495629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/2901582937969495629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/2008/01/disney.html' title='Disney'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11707941387904101838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rtrseu9Ui9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J3CQZa4kB1k/s320/Captured+2007-08-05+00000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/R5Orig6XTJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5JwlC5cPWes/s72-c/25142-1601-016f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003655530366267261.post-5203722927476625051</id><published>2007-11-28T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T23:06:12.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 1973</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/R046ZLN2dMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V7l3HzyjsT4/s1600-h/XCDesc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138108429058340034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/R046ZLN2dMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V7l3HzyjsT4/s320/XCDesc.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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One of the things I love about this race is that 100% of the proceeds go to a great cause - Gennesaret, which is a soup kitchen/homeless shelter in Akron. Everything for the race is donated. No shirts, like I need another. Socks to the early registered, which are technical socks, and I always need more of those. Age group awards are first - turkey, second- pumpkin pie, and third-Smuckers jelly. I think the only costs are for police, and even that is low since 1/2 of the race is in the Glendale Cemetery.


I had no idea how I would feel running this race just 5 days after JFK 50. I felt good. Recovery seemed complete. I did recovery runs of 3-8-5 miles on Mon., Tue. and Wed respectively. The quick recovery may be due to the ice-cold shower I took just minutes after I finished the 50. That hurt, at the time it was amongst the most uncomfortable minutes of my life. I was filthy, I stank, and there was NO hot water. What was I to do? - Ice-cold shower!


The race started just a few minutes late. There were over 2000 runners, as announced by the RD. I think he included the one-mile runners in this count. As in previous years, Butch Reynolds was the official starter. I positioned myself in the middle of the road with about 2-3 hundred runners in front of me. The start is slightly down hill with a &gt;90 degree left turn after 100 yards. I go slow, with the crowd through the turn. Most of the first mile is slightly down hill and I start weaving through runners after the turn. I make notice of all the little kids, joggers with full sweats, plodders wearing i-pods, etc, and since I see this at all the big races, it's not bothering me that these folks who are destined to finish in the last 20% have decided to start in the front 20%.

Just before the first mile mark, there is a slight up-hill and I charged past dozens of other runners. Since I am old, it takes a few minutes for my heart to catch up to my legs. This blessing almost always results in even splits through the first 1/2 of a race, and my last mile is typically my fastest. I get to pass runners the entire race! I'm thankful for that. Mile 1 is 6:15. I am surprised at my speed and that I feel as well as I do.

A little after mile one, we head into the cemetery. Just by the entrance I come up on some young men. High school or college aged - they are friends/teammates and they are running in a pack. "&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; sense your fear" was emblazoned on the back of one runners shirt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'm not all that quick-witted, but I just felt a comment was needed here. I have this ability to speak clearly even though I'm running near top-end. A few steps behind the young-man, loud enough to be heard by all his friends I said, "That sounds schizophrenic - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sense your fear?" Then as I was next to him I looked him in the eye and said, "who ya got in there with ya buddy?" We all kind of chuckled a little, maybe me more than others. Admittedly, my sense of humor is a little strange.


Back in the race, most of mile two and three are in the Glendale Cemetery - and there is very little flat. I held my own on the up hills and kept passing other runners in the downs and flats. Mile 2 was also 6:15. Just prior to mile 3 mark is a big hill that is steep and then keeps going gradual up for a couple hundred yards. I was 6:19 at 3, and with some mental difficulty I figured I needed slightly under 6:10 to finish under 25 minutes. My expected time was between 25:30 and 26, that's what I told my son Spencer who was waiting for me at the finish. Over the last mile, I used other runners to increase my pace. I passed lots, and was targeting older men that might be in my age group. "Heck with the women and children!" Which is a funny punch-line from and old joke - but in this case I actually eased back the last 50 yards and let a woman and young man come in before me. In retrospect, It's a shame I didn't work a little bit harder. Just 9 seconds in front of me was my age group winner. Dag!


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This is a photo of me with Butch Reynolds - from 3 years ago when I won &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Smuckers&lt;/span&gt; Jelly! I got Strawberry.


No turkey for me just a pumpkin pie. Hey, it's better than jelly, or nothing at all. There's always next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003655530366267261-2354347190875506560?l=milesrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2354347190875506560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003655530366267261&amp;postID=2354347190875506560' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/2354347190875506560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/2354347190875506560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-day-akron-home-run-for.html' title='Thanksgiving Day - Akron Home Run for the Homeless'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11707941387904101838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rtrseu9Ui9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J3CQZa4kB1k/s320/Captured+2007-08-05+00000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/R0tmXLN2dKI/AAAAAAAAADA/QeA8-7tKhB4/s72-c/DSC01355a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003655530366267261.post-3924940927717049032</id><published>2007-11-18T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T08:48:13.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JFK 50 Mile Run</title><content type='html'>What a great weekend! I had great travel companions, Dan Horvath, Steve Hawthorn and Brandon Russell. We left on Friday morning, departing Hudson a little before 10am. Shortly prior to crossing over into PA, someone mentioned race gear, and water bottle, and I suddenly realized that I forgot to pack my hand held bottle and gu packs. Ughhh! This was bad! I had nothing! Brandon offered one of his bottles and his hand holder, as he had a belt with capacity for two bottles, and he though he could make due with one bottle. This weighed heavy on my mind until it was resolved later in the day. I could NOT take one of Brandon’s bottles. That idea just would not set in my mind as a solution.

I suggested to the group that we take a lunch-time side trip off of the PA turnpike to visit the 9/11 Flight 93 crash site memorial. Since I was driving, my vote automatically trumped any disagreement. My thought was the side trip would not take a lot of time, but due to snowy weather, slow traffic, winding country highway and an unfortunate (for someone else) accident we were delayed by more than 2 hours. The side trip did result in two cool stops. First the somber visit to the crash site. It was blustery cold. The mood for me was similar to a first visit to a fresh grave site of a loved one.

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We snapped a few photos, and were off to find lunch at a “non – chain” restaurant. My desire is always to eat at local establishments, as the price and quality is almost always a notch above Denny’s or Bob Evans. We found “Ed’s” near the Turnpike interchange town of Bedford Pa. I labeled the area “mini Breezewood” and it was. Lunch at Ed’s was great. All four of us ate the “second” helping fish lunch and we all had desert. Dan and I indulged in pumpkin pie. Brandon had the blueberry pie, and Boston Cream for Steve. Oh, I am hungry right now!

Two years ago I ran JFK 50 mile for the first time. None of my other travel companions has run JFK before.

It was such an enjoyable experience the first time; I knew I would be back. I was unable to run last year due to several employment issues. My life is much more settled now, so this year I was able to execute a better training plan focused on this race. Here is what I did to prepare:

The past three weeks I did most of my runs on trails in the dark. This helped me focus on foot placement and being agile so that uneven foot landings would not cause me to roll or twist an ankle. Three weeks ago I ran a 37-mile trail run. The week prior to that, I did 3 runs that were up steep and long mountain trails. Five weeks out I did the Cleveland Towpath Marathon. Six weeks out I did the Akron Marathon. Akron and Towpath marathons were the core of my preparation. Akron, with its hills, and then just 8 days later the HOT Towpath marathon, combined together, these two races helped build my endurance.

Back to the trip, after lunch the travel time flew by, and we quickly arrived in Hagerstown. The first stop was race headquarters for packet pick up. I splurged by purchasing a $5 polo shirt off of the discount rack. And I scored a free fluid flask from another vendor. The flask has some adverts on it, and also the slogan: “Run like a Girl” Primary colors on the flask are pink and purple. It worked, and I began to believe this would be my solution. Brandon insisted that I use his hand-held bottle holder as he was only going to use his belt and the hand-bottle holder was destined to stay in the hotel room unless I decided to use it. BTW, I have a belt and have not used it the last couple years. I always use a hand-held flask. I was ok with the thought of no gu packets since I planned to get most of my race day calories from the aid station. My race shorts have pockets and I always have a few gu packets in each pocket. Also, race day temps were forecast as cold and so my plan was to wear a jacket for the first part of the race and maybe (if I can find someone to take it) discard after the sun comes out. The jacket has pockets as well, with more room for my race essentials - gu, baby wipes and a plastic baggie with Aleve.
After packet pickup, I drove out to the start area in Boonsboro. My plan was to use the remaining daylight to show a few of the early course locations to my friends. We drove the initial 3-mile road section into the first trailhead. Here we are race eve:

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We also drove to the Reno memorial. WARNING - Dull history lesson in the following paragraph:
The JFK 50 mile course runs through many significantly important historic sites. At about 4 miles into the run we cross Reno Memorial road and right past the Reno Monument. Major General Jesse Reno served under the Commander of the Potomac General McClellen. In September 1862, he was a casualty at the memorial site in a battle where his Union Troops were attempting to stop troops under General Lee. Lee had plans in place to advance on Harpers Ferry which was location of a large Union armory. All the generals and other officers that served under him dearly loved General Reno. In 1868 one of those officers suggested naming a small Nevada town after his beloved General.

Here is a photo of me at the Reno Monument:
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Ok now to the race. My goal was to stay with Terry Hawk for the first three miles since I knew his strategy is always to jog the first part and save the walking for later on the trail where it is sometimes impossible to run. This was TJ’s 10th time at JFK, so I knew I was in good hands. My pre-race goal was sub 9. I had done 9:35 two years ago, and I knew I was in better condition this go around. The night before our group made a quick stop at a Target store. I got a couple of Cherry Almond cliff bars and some baby wipes. My pre race meal was a banana and one cliff bar washed down with about 10 oz of diet energy drink and 440 mg (2 caps) of Aleve. I carried my flask which was full of Gatorade, 4 cliff bars, a small pack of baby wipes and two more Aleve caps and one chocolate gu that another runner, a total stranger gave me just prior to the start. He offered as this was something extra and he could not fit in his pack.

I was fearful of the first couple of miles; I didn’t think I could run the entire way up the hill. But I did. And I felt great. The weather was great; high for the day was just below 50. Temp at the start was low 30's. There was a slight breeze. No rain, sleet or snow. I ran hard the first couple of miles on road and stayed with and just a few steps a head of TJ. Miles 4 through 16 are on the Appalachian Trail, which is technical single track and it's difficult to pass other runners. I was passed by a few, and also passed a dozen or so on the single track. About mile 13 I pulled out a cliff bar and ate ½. Another hour later I ate the other half. Near the end of the single-track trail I passed Joe Trask and Sue Demming. Joe is 72. If he completes the run today it will be 20th. The amazing thing about Joe is that he had hip replacement surgery in 1995. And just over a year ago he had a partial knee replacement. This is one tough dude! A little later I passed Leo Lightner and then after the Weverton Cliffs I passed Art Moore. All these folks applied for and were accepted into the 5am start.
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At mile 16 the trail descends on multiple switchbacks down the side of the mountain to the Potomac River. I came out on the towpath in about 2:35. Right when the course comes off the trail, on a small section of road in the hamlet called Weverton, there are hundreds of spectators. I saw and acknowledged Donna Hawk, Steve Godale and Lloyd Thomas. These three were here specifically to support runners they had come to help with the race. I had no plans for assistance at that time, but shortly after I was hopeful I could hand my jacket and hat to someone I knew and retrieve it at the finish area.

The next 26+ miles are on towpath, similar to the one we run here in the Cuyahoga Valley, including mileposts. First milepost is 60 and the last is 86. I stayed consistent there doing just under 9's most of the way. Aid stations are setup between 3 and 4 miles apart. At each station I would eat a couple handfuls of potato chips and drink 3 cups of coke. This would replace my salt and sugars and it tastes better than an electrolyte capsule. I carried a hand-held bottle and about every other aid station I would get that refilled with Gatorade. I never spent more than 2 minutes at the stations. Once I had to stop to get some rocks out of my left shoe.

After just a couple of miles on the Towpath, I was getting real warm. First I took off my hat and then I had thoughts of dropping my jacket with Steve Godale. The next crew access point is where Antietam Creek flows into the Potomac. Steve was there to crew for Dawn Malone and I was running near her. I thought of him since he is easy to pick out in a crowd. I figured that I may also see Lloyd or Donna, and they were my backup plan. Prior to Antietam, I arranged all my stuff so that anything I didn’t want, I put into jacket pockets. I had unzipped the jacket so that it would be easy to strip off. It all worked out as planned, and just as I was departing the aid area, Steve was running toward me. Thanks a bunch Steve, you made the last 20+ miles much more pleasant.

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The last 7 miles of towpath I was slowing to just less than 10 minutes per mile. I was consistently passing runners and occasionally I would be passed. There was always pleasant conversation exchanged. I did several miles with two runners from Alabama, and a couple miles with another runner from Dayton, Ohio. We were all in good spirits. I love to run! For several miles I was deep into meditation. Eyes were slits; peace everywhere, every single physical movement was fluid. Being next to the beautiful Potomac helped. Leaves on the trail, water over rocks, slight breeze - these were the only sensory invasions, and they aided my trance.

There is a large low head dam, (Dam #4) on the Potomac near where the course leaves the trail for the last 8.2 miles of road. You can see and hear it on the river about ½ mile before you get there. I was coming up on another runner as the dam came into view and I informed her that seeing Dam 4 means we are departing the towpath and the finish is close. I also asker her, “what’d the fish say when he ran into a wall? Damn!” I got a laugh and a thank you out of her.

All good things come to an end, and the 42-mile mark ended the towpath. I had run that marathon in about 4:05. Race time at 42 was about 6:40. The final 8.2 miles are on rolling country road through the Maryland countryside. Even with the hills I kept all of them under 10's. I was passed by a couple of runners and I was lucky enough to pass a handful. The last three aid stations I blew through like I was in a 10k. Hand me a cup of water or coke and I kept moving right on through. Little squeezes of the cup and made it like a funnel to pour it into my mouth. Drop the empty cup into a garbage can, or as close to the can as possible. Of course I had to sprint the last mile. 8 minutes and 40 seconds.


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It was fun to run. It was great to stop.

Something cool happened when I was in the finish area waiting for Steve Hawthorn to come in. Voice on the loud speaker, "Here comes Michael George, from Richmond Virginia" It was cool to meet another ultra runner with my name. Of course, Michael George is a cool dude.

The most difficult part of the day lies ahead. Unbeknownst to me, there was NO hot water in the showers at the middle school where we finish. I had no choice but to take a cold shower. It was horrible at the time, but now I believe that ice-cold shower may have provided for an extremely quick recovery from the 50-mile run.

Later in the evening a bunch of the folks from NE Ohio celebrated at El Paso, a Tex-Mex Restaurant on Dual Highway, just a mile or two closer to Hagerstown from the race registration Hotel. This Photo was provided by Dan Horvath.

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L to R: Brandon Russell, Steve Hawthorne, Melissa (don't know last name), Elizabeth Hansen, Steve Godale, Dawn Malone, Dan Fox, Rita Barnes, Dan Horvath, me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003655530366267261-3924940927717049032?l=milesrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3924940927717049032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003655530366267261&amp;postID=3924940927717049032' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/3924940927717049032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/3924940927717049032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/2007/11/jfk-50-mile-run.html' title='JFK 50 Mile Run'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11707941387904101838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rtrseu9Ui9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J3CQZa4kB1k/s320/Captured+2007-08-05+00000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/R0jknLN2dCI/AAAAAAAAACA/ip_IarIMKfY/s72-c/PICT0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003655530366267261.post-3595731815932698228</id><published>2007-10-26T00:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T01:51:57.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>San Jose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/RyFqnrT6YcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/k_i189up0IQ/s1600-h/CastleRock+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125495080798020034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/RyFqnrT6YcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/k_i189up0IQ/s320/CastleRock+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I've been here in the bay area the last five days. On Sunday I did a 7-8 mile run on the west side of the valley. This is the Santa Cruz Mountains. I went west on Rt9 from the San Jose suburban town of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saratoga&lt;/span&gt; up to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saratoga&lt;/span&gt; pass, where Rt9 crosses Rt 35 (Skyline Drive). I ran most of the &lt;a href="http://www.redwoodtrails.com/final/castle.html"&gt;Castle Rock&lt;/a&gt; 10 mile race course. At my turn, I was at this over look where I could see the Pacific Ocean as the sun was going down.&lt;/div&gt;

The trails were similar to what I am used to in the Cleveland area &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;metroparks&lt;/span&gt;, but with occasional great views that reminded me I was not running hills around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cuyahoga&lt;/span&gt; valley, but that I was about 3500 feet, amongst some mountains.



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On Tuesday and Wednesday I ran some trails in Mission Peak regional park. These trails are on the other side (east) of San Jose. Both runs started at low elevation, so I was running up hill for first 1/2 of the run. Then serious down hill back to the car.


Last night I was running 6:15 to 7:45pm. Shortly after sun set, I was running a switch-back and heading away from the peaks behind me, when I saw something large (size of a very large ground hog) and very close to the ground in front of me, running away from me at what appeared to be similar to my running pace. It scared the CRAP out of me! Seconds later I &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/RyFxDrT6YgI/AAAAAAAAABY/nNQHPX9DIhI/s1600-h/Mission+Peak+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125502158904123906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/RyFxDrT6YgI/AAAAAAAAABY/nNQHPX9DIhI/s320/Mission+Peak+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;realized I was running out of the (moon) shadows of the mountain peaks behind me, and the moon was up there casting a shadow - My Shadow, on the ground in front of me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I have to admit, I was (for a second) afraid - VERY afraid of my own shadow. What a wimp.

Here are some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;phots&lt;/span&gt; of me running trails near Mission Peak.


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This evening I needed something flat! So I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Milpitas&lt;/span&gt; High School track. Again, it was near and just after sunset. Surprisingly, there were a bunch of people at the track. Most were jogging, and a few were kicking soccer balls up and down the field.

Non-running content - I am staying in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Milpitas&lt;/span&gt;. Most folks here are oriental. One evening I went to a grocery store - 99 Ranch Market. It was packed. Only after I was in the store did I realize this place had lots of products from China, with packaging/writing in Chinese characters. Hundreds of families were shopping. I was the only non-oriental. I cannot describe in words what I was feeling. I noticed all the little ones. The children with their moms and dads. Melancholy. That's about the only word that comes to mind now - several days later. At that time I was looking deeply at the beauty of each child and thinking of my own daughter. And the pain that her natural parents must have/are still suffering. Pain - balanced with our families joy having such a great treasure.


Here is a short video clip of our Angie!

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&lt;div&gt;I found this photo a couple of weeks ago and it took me a few days to figure out when, what and where the photo was from. The shoes, shirt and shorts gave me the first clues that this was my FIRST marathon. The street signs in the background confirmed my suspicions. I was 25 years old. It was the 1985 Columbus marathon. And, like this past weekend, it was 80+ degrees. Many runners were hospitalized. I did have some troubles in the finish area. I searched for a long time trying to find water and all I could find was Gatorade. My stomach was upset and I didn’t think I could keep anything but water down. After a few minutes of looking, I just grabbed a cup of light green stuff and sat by a tent. It cam up as quickly as it went down. The tent I was sitting next to just happened to be a medical tent and a nurse heard my heaving. Next thing I know I’m in a bed and they are getting ready to put in an IV. I quickly convinced the nurse that all I needed was a little water. I avoided an IV by sipping water and holding it down. Whew. Anyway this was a cool photo from my past that I wanted to share.
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&lt;div&gt;- Mike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003655530366267261-6278134951264082575?l=milesrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6278134951264082575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003655530366267261&amp;postID=6278134951264082575' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/6278134951264082575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/6278134951264082575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/2007/10/old-photo.html' title='Old Photo'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11707941387904101838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rtrseu9Ui9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J3CQZa4kB1k/s320/Captured+2007-08-05+00000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rw7cEHrPvFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iNjQ5K2I6kM/s72-c/Marathon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003655530366267261.post-2074047899782522729</id><published>2007-10-07T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:06:35.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Running a lot lately</title><content type='html'>Bad news – I have been way too busy to put anything new up here on my blog.  Good news – I have been doing a lot of running and also putting time into home projects.

Eight days ago I ran the Akron Roadrunner Marathon.  Five days ago I ran a six mile trail race.  Today I ran the Tow Path Marathon. 

&lt;a href="http://www.akronmarathon.org/"&gt;Akron Roadrunner Marathon &lt;/a&gt;– 26.2 consistent miles.  I ran 23.2 miles no faster than 7:35 and no slower than 7:50.  I ran three of the up hill miles between 8 and 8:15.  Oh, I’m not counting a 90 second potty break I took at mile 17.  My goal – I would be thrilled with anything under 3:30.  I expected slower as I was NOT focused on this as a race.  The race fits into my JFK50 training plan.  For those who don’t know, JFK is always the Saturday before Thanksgiving.  About a month ago, I decided that back-to-back marathons would be good training for a 50-mile race.  Anyway, I was impressed with the Akron Roadrunner Marathon organization and the attention to every little detail that the race organizers put out.  I will try not to miss this race in the future.  My finish time was 3:26.

&lt;a href="http://www.cvnpa.org/special-events-cuyahoga-valley-national-park-association.php"&gt;CVNPA Fall Running Series  &lt;/a&gt;-Oct 2 2007 Station Bridge – Six mile trail race.  I heard about these races last year and put them in my calendar for this year.  Guy Gadomski  organizes these “fun” races.  They remain a secret until the evening of the race.  This past Tuesday, Guy assigned each runner to one of three teams.  Then he informed us that there would be three race distances.  Thunder – 3 mile; wind – 4.5 mile; and lightning – 6 mile.  Every one started at the same time and made the decision on which distance to run during the race.  At two turnaround points there were posted a bunch of tags.  Runners just picked a tag and ran back to the finish line.   The six mile option also had a place for picking a tag.  I did six miles in 43 and ½  minutes.  It was hilly.  I finished second in my age group and 4th in the six mile race.

&lt;a href="http://www.towpathmarathon.net/"&gt;Towpath Marathon &lt;/a&gt;– This morning.  It was HOT.  I ran slowly the first 4 miles – each a little over 8.  Then 14 miles of about 7:45.  Then the heat got to me and I struggled to keep under 9:30 for the last 7 miles.  I felt bad that I was running so slow, but hey – I was passing other runners.  Just a few passed me, and some of those I caught in the last 2 miles.  My goal was to run consistent with last weeks Akron Roadrunner Marathon.  I was 11 minutes slower with a 3:37.  All 11 minutes were in the last 7 miles.  This was HARD.  The winning time was 2:59.  Yikes, every one had slow times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003655530366267261-2074047899782522729?l=milesrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2074047899782522729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003655530366267261&amp;postID=2074047899782522729' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/2074047899782522729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/2074047899782522729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/2007/10/running-lot-lately.html' title='Running a lot lately'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11707941387904101838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rtrseu9Ui9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J3CQZa4kB1k/s320/Captured+2007-08-05+00000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003655530366267261.post-476252915776346457</id><published>2007-09-20T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T22:34:56.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 9/20</title><content type='html'>I am feeling much better today. I did a “special” exercise this morning and it improved my life outlook tremendously. The exercise – I created a list of my greatest treasures. I am a wealthy man. For each treasure, I spent several minutes contemplating its meaning to me, and how life would be if that treasure were not mine. My list is simple – health, relationship with God, wife, daughter &amp;amp; son, running, my job which provides all of us with food &amp;amp; warmth &amp;amp; shelter, physical comforts that go beyond need and further even way far beyond my want. I could go into detail, but I will just echo the ancient words of that famous dude David – “my cup over flows.”

My running has been going ok. Not tremendously great, but ok is fine with me. Early in the week, I still struggled in the dull drums. On Monday I signed up for a bench and run contest that’s scheduled for October 17th. I have rarely done free weight bench workouts. I think I’m in trouble. Since I am an old guy, my bench weight is set at 90% of my body weight. I hope this will be 165lbs at most.

On Tuesday there was another middle school XC meet that canceled my track session. After a 24 minute warm-up, I did 2m on the tread mill, and could not keep with a steady tempo run. So I did 4 quarters at about 6:15 sandwiched between 7:30 pace quarters. I did 4x25 sets of push ups and 2x15 bench press of 95lbs before, during and after my runs. I wonder if I could do even one rep of 165lbs.

Wednesday I did a spin class. On a scale of 1-10 I put about 8.5 effort into this class which is pretty good for me. I had sweat dripping from my brow by the first 10 minutes. In ½ hour, every stitch of cloths I had on was wet. I had planned a short recover run after the class, but lacked motivation, so I bagged it.

During the first part of today’s run, I did the “special” exercise. My run was a loop on mostly bridle trails through North Chagrin park. – Here is a (guesstimated) map:

&lt;a href="http://www.runningmap.com/?id=23994"&gt;http://www.runningmap.com/?id=23994&lt;/a&gt;

I ran fairly hard and it felt good. About ½ way through the run, I went past the front of Squires Castle. This will forever be know in my mind as the “start of BR 100.” I abstained from ibuprofen today, which is unusual for a scheduled hard day. I limit my ibuprofen intake to 3x a week at most, so that my body won’t build a tolerance to it. Sometimes I run with pain. For a non ibuprofen day, the pain was minimal. There was a little tenderness on the bottom of my heels for the first 15 minutes, (plantar fasciitis), and then no pain for the remainder of the run. I have done this loop before, today was my fastest time. I feel happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003655530366267261-476252915776346457?l=milesrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/476252915776346457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003655530366267261&amp;postID=476252915776346457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/476252915776346457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/476252915776346457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/2007/09/thursday-9202007.html' title='Thursday 9/20'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11707941387904101838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rtrseu9Ui9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J3CQZa4kB1k/s320/Captured+2007-08-05+00000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003655530366267261.post-5373591861126794134</id><published>2007-09-17T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T22:50:49.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday 9/17</title><content type='html'>Last week my mood was low all week.  I didn’t want to do the Tuesday tempo run.  I almost didn’t.  My typical Tuesday after work consists of a 14 minute warm up run from our Campus I fitness center to the nearby Mayfield HS track.  Here is a map route &lt;a href="http://www.usatf.org/routes/view.asp?rID=164424"&gt;www.usatf.org/routes/view.asp?rID=164424&lt;/a&gt;
When I got to the track, there was a middle school cross county meet in progress with the finish line on the track.  My track session was CANCELED.  I had limited time for my work out, but decided to spend a few minutes watching the kids run.  It was a big meet and there were a lot of parents/grandparents.  I knew NO ONE.   Yet I used this time to enjoy watching the effort these kids put out.  Almost all of them were really throwing themselves into the race.  I was inspired to the point of encouraging some of the kids as they ran by – heck – I’ll admit it - I was yelling at the top of my lungs as though my kid was out there fighting off an opponent.  With my mood improved, I jogged back to the fitness center, and en route I decided that I had at least 15 extra minutes.  So I planned to do a 2m tempo on tread mill.  I HATE tread mills.

I was in the same funk on Thursday at lunch time when I had a 3x1200 interval scheduled.  I just did not want to go.  It took everything I had in me to get out of my work chair and go to the track.  My first interval was dismal.  Second a little better.  I finally got into the groove with the last.  And doing 4:20 was a huge boost to my mood.

Yesterday I picked up new shoes from &lt;a href="http://www.verticalrunner.com/"&gt;Vertical Runner&lt;/a&gt;.  Buying new shoes always helps improve my mood.  The next two weeks I will break them in, and then use them to complete Akron Marathon and Towpath Marathon.  I have not yet registered for Towpath.  I plan to do that this evening.  My track sessions will be less intimidating the next two weeks, since I will be using them to set my marathon pace.  I’d like to keep at least 7:30 for both races so I have my track pace set a little faster.  I view these two marathon events as training/preparation for JFK 50.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003655530366267261-5373591861126794134?l=milesrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5373591861126794134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003655530366267261&amp;postID=5373591861126794134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/5373591861126794134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/5373591861126794134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/2007/09/monday-917.html' title='Monday 9/17'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11707941387904101838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rtrseu9Ui9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J3CQZa4kB1k/s320/Captured+2007-08-05+00000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003655530366267261.post-4082088862183578264</id><published>2007-09-17T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T22:49:38.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week - This Week</title><content type='html'>Last week 9/9 through 9/16
Sunday – Buckeye ½ Marathon – 1:35:57
Monday – 3m - Easy - North Chagrin Trails (NCT)
Tuesday – 2 mile tempo.  3 mile warm up.  tread mill – 12:57
Wednesday – 8m – Easy – NCT. Spin at lunch time.
Thursday – 6m – Track – 3x1200 w/400 rest – 4:46;4:35 and 4:20.
Friday – 10m - Easy NCT with Brandon Russell– Noon Boot Camp
Saturday – 14m on Buckeye Trail with Brandon Russell.
Week totals – 60 miles – 1 spin class – Friday Boot Camp.

This week 9/17 through 9/23 – Akron M. Preparation
Sunday – Rest
Monday – Easy
Tuesday – Track – 6m Tempo at 7:30 m/m pace
Wednesday – Easy run – Spin
Thursday – Track – 3m Tempo at 7:30 m/m pace
Friday – Easy run - Spin – Boot Camp –
Saturday – 8m Trails – Easy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003655530366267261-4082088862183578264?l=milesrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4082088862183578264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003655530366267261&amp;postID=4082088862183578264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/4082088862183578264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/4082088862183578264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-week-this-week_17.html' title='Last Week - This Week'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11707941387904101838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rtrseu9Ui9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J3CQZa4kB1k/s320/Captured+2007-08-05+00000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003655530366267261.post-7970906485458750783</id><published>2007-09-10T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:49:57.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buckeye ½ Marathon</title><content type='html'>I was not mentally ready for this race. The rain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t help. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t want to run. I got there early. As I was in the registration tent getting my number, I was bit at least 3 times by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mosquitos&lt;/span&gt;. I waited in my truck – reading – for about 40 minutes. About 30 minutes prior to the race start I went out for a 10-15 minute warm up. I ran about ½ mile down the road to a remote trail-head for the towpath to use a bathroom that I knew would be deserted. During &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thr&lt;/span&gt; warm up I realized two things – I forgot to put body glide in ALL the places I need, and I had on an old pair of shoes that would be disaster in a 13 mile run. With just 5 minutes to spare, I was back at my truck, applied the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BG&lt;/span&gt; to where I needed, and put on my race shoes. I got to the start with only a few minutes to socialize with some of the runners there – Steve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Godale&lt;/span&gt;, Joe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Salwan&lt;/span&gt;, and Vince &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rucci&lt;/span&gt;. I asked Vince about his Colorado trail Marathon, and then it was time to run. Later I found out he did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Punxatuny&lt;/span&gt; 50k on Saturday - in 4:04 – second place.   Incredible running Vince, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;congratulations&lt;/span&gt;!

The first 3 miles went well in just 21 minutes. I was passing a steady stream of runners. I felt a little tired but I thought the 7m/m pace was well within my limits. The next 5 mines were about 36 minutes – a little slower just over 7:10 pace per mile. And I was no longer passing anyone.

Mile 9 has a few hills. And this is where the steady light rain changed into a heavy downpour. And it knocked the wind out of me. I was passed by 5 runners. Mile time was just over 8 minutes. The remaining 4 miles is on rolling hills, none of which are large, but enough to keep me just over 7:40 mile pace. The last of the hills was just before mile 13. I was passed by at least 10 more runners over the last 4 miles and 3 of those runners past me in the last ½ mile of the race. Not at all how I want to finish a race. Finish time – 1:35:54.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003655530366267261-7970906485458750783?l=milesrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/7970906485458750783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003655530366267261&amp;postID=7970906485458750783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/7970906485458750783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/7970906485458750783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/2007/09/buckeye-marathon.html' title='Buckeye ½ Marathon'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11707941387904101838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rtrseu9Ui9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J3CQZa4kB1k/s320/Captured+2007-08-05+00000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003655530366267261.post-2978295604308312891</id><published>2007-09-10T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:42:47.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week - This Week</title><content type='html'>Last week 9/2 through 9/8
Sunday - Rest
Monday – 5miles(m)  race – Labor of Love - 33:28 – 5m easy
Tuesday – 10m - Easy – North Chagrin Trails (NCT) with my brother Dale
Wednesday – 4m – Easy – NCT with Dave Nonno.  Spin immediately after run.
Thursday – 6m – Track – 3x1200 w/400 rest – 4:34;4:30 and 4:22.
Friday – 6:00a.m. Spin – Noon Boot Camp – 6m – Easy
Saturday – Rest
Week totals – 38 miles – 2 spin class – Friday Boot Camp.

This week 9/9 through 9/15
Sunday – Buckeye ½ Marathon
Monday – Easy
Tuesday – Track – 3m Tempo
Wednesday – Easy run – Spin
Thursday – Track – 3x1200
Friday – Spin – Boot Camp – Rest
Saturday – 15m Trails – Easy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003655530366267261-2978295604308312891?l=milesrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2978295604308312891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003655530366267261&amp;postID=2978295604308312891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/2978295604308312891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/2978295604308312891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-week-this-week.html' title='Last Week - This Week'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11707941387904101838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rtrseu9Ui9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J3CQZa4kB1k/s320/Captured+2007-08-05+00000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003655530366267261.post-5876024903824454914</id><published>2007-09-04T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:48:29.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor of Love 5 mile</title><content type='html'>I was planning to run this in about 32 minutes. I base that on the track session I did last Thursday – a 2 mile tempo run. I forgot to figure in the 20 mile training run I did on Saturday and the fact that Labor of Love is not a flat course. I was about a minute slower than planned.

The day before the race I fantasized a 2.5 mile warm-up jog, followed by the 5 mile race and then another 2.5 cool down. I thought it would be nice to get a 10 mile into my running log. I doubted I would have the motivation complete that.

Some things I like about this race – First, the benefit organization, Akron Pregnancy Services helps people in desperate need. Second, the sponsor organization, The Chapel in Akron puts on a great spread of food after the race. Church ladies know how to bake! I like the out and back type course because you get to see where you are in the field of runners and you can “check-in” with your friends as you pass each other opposite directions.

Some things I don’t like about this race – The running surface is mainly cement, tough on the bones. This is a double loop of 2.5 miles NEAR the down town Akron area. There’s not much going on here, it is dull scenery. And there is a hairpin turn in the course that really slows you down. We do that twice.

As I arrive to get my race number, I met Joe Salwan. First thing asks me, “want to do a 2.5 mile warm-up?” This fits my plan perfectly.

I did a quick, passing hi and greeting with Mike Keller between warm-up run and pre-race potty stop. In the start area I met Greg Dykes. And I pointed out my wife, daughter and mother-in-law to Greg. The family came down to wait and wait and wait for me as I raced. Not too much fun for them, but there was a twist-up balloon guy that my daughter appreciated. I think she got a balloon puppy or something.

It was a typical race for me. I started with about 60 people in front of me for the first ¼ mile. Then I moved through the crowd as they slowed down and my heart started to catch up on the demands of my legs and lungs. At 1.25 miles there is the first hairpin turn, I counted 39 runners in front of me. Over the next mile I passed 12 of them. At 2.5 miles we went through the starting area. Someone yelled out to me, “Mike – 2 miles down, just 98 more to go.” Someone was reminding me of the 100 mile run I did just 4 weeks ago, as though I needed reminding! I think this was Jim Chaney, but I’m not sure. I did not see him there, Mike Keller mentioned him in his blog entry and that’s why I deduce it to have been Jim.

They have a 2 person relay race along with the 5 mile. Just past the exchange point, two young men pass me and I can tell they are fresh relay runners. Over the next 2.5 miles I catch and pass another 2 runners, so I think my final place was high 20’s. I’ll know for sure when the results are published. I believe there were at least 5 relay teams in front of me, so I know my place was low 20’s. I was fairly pleased with my 33:28 time, expecting faster, but knowing that my expectations were probably slightly unrealistic.

After the run, I met Paul Organ, one of Joe’s friends. The three of us did another 2.5 mile cool down. During the cool down, I discovered Paul is also 47 and he finished the 5 mile race about 90 seconds in front of me.

The remainder of the afternoon was spent touring Holmes County. We got some Amish baked cookies, cheese, fresh corn, squash, peppers, etc. Also we go to a winery near Sugarcreek called &lt;a href="http://www.breitenbachwine.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Breitenbach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. This is the only place we can find currant wine. Home made currant wine is popular in the Moravian region of the Czech Republic. My wife’s family is from the town of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ivan%C4%8Dice"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ivancice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (pronounced e-von-chit-sa), and the official town seal/emblem of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ivan%C4%8Dice"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ivancice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is composed of three wine flasks. If you’ve never had currant wine, I suggest you give it a try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003655530366267261-5876024903824454914?l=milesrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5876024903824454914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003655530366267261&amp;postID=5876024903824454914' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/5876024903824454914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/5876024903824454914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/2007/09/labor-of-love-5-mile.html' title='Labor of Love 5 mile'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11707941387904101838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rtrseu9Ui9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J3CQZa4kB1k/s320/Captured+2007-08-05+00000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003655530366267261.post-2574537012654037725</id><published>2007-09-02T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T12:36:26.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday - Double Workout</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a double workout. I ran 20 miles on the Akron Road Runner Marathon course with the Vertical Runner training group. And I did two dance performances at he Cleveland Octoberfest in the Cuyahoga County Fairgrounds, Berea.

There were at least 45 runners. We met at 6:30am in front of the Akron Aeros baseball stadium, the starting line for the marathon. I only knew maybe 6 of the runners there. Bill Bailey, Greg Dykes, Jamie Carr, Joe Salwan, Mike Keller and Don Holtzapple.

This was my first &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt; run since BR100, four weeks ago. I have done a couple of 50+ minute runs at slower pace. Yesterday we, (Greg, Jamie and I) ran a little better than 8:30 per mile. I took a couple of potty breaks and had to run catch up, which great interval training. Unintentional intervals, but it forced me to push harder than I wanted. I did struggle for the last mile and a half. Thanks Jamie and Greg for pulling me along.

Our dance group, The Sokol Greater Cleveland Czech Folk Dancers performed at 2:30pm and again at 4:30 before a sparse gathering of Octoberfest revelers. We do six different dances for each performance.  It was fun and we danced fairly well. We do mainly polkas and waltz style dances, that are self choreographed with authentic Czech folk music. My partners were Julie, Angela and Barb. At the end of the final dance, I throw my wife Judy up on my shoulder. She waves a small USA and Czech flag as the other dancers move in two circles around us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003655530366267261-2574537012654037725?l=milesrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2574537012654037725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003655530366267261&amp;postID=2574537012654037725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/2574537012654037725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/2574537012654037725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/2007/09/yesterday-was-double-workout.html' title='Yesterday - Double Workout'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11707941387904101838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rtrseu9Ui9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J3CQZa4kB1k/s320/Captured+2007-08-05+00000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003655530366267261.post-8675353749933925785</id><published>2007-09-02T12:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T12:34:37.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rtrseu9Ui9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J3CQZa4kB1k/s1600-h/Captured+2007-08-05+00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105653140323339218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rtrseu9Ui9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J3CQZa4kB1k/s320/Captured+2007-08-05+00000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;My name is Mike. I have been married to Judy since May 1997. My wife and I have a daughter that we adopted from China in 2005. I have a son from a previous marriage, and he will graduate from high school in 2008.

I intend to focus the posts here on running. I have a passion for long distance running. I will try to make an entry at least once a week. I plan to track my training and future running plans and also include race reports, and an occasional photo.

Judy took this photo of me just a few hours after finishing Burning River 100.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to my blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003655530366267261-8675353749933925785?l=milesrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8675353749933925785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003655530366267261&amp;postID=8675353749933925785' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/8675353749933925785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003655530366267261/posts/default/8675353749933925785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milesrunner.blogspot.com/2007/09/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11707941387904101838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rtrseu9Ui9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J3CQZa4kB1k/s320/Captured+2007-08-05+00000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rtrseu9Ui9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J3CQZa4kB1k/s72-c/Captured+2007-08-05+00000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003655530366267261.post-3624818249754978365</id><published>2007-08-10T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T10:47:29.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning River 100 Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;
A couple of years ago some of the ultra runners in this area began discussing the possibility of a 100 mile race that would start somewhere up north of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brecksville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and follow the Buckeye Trail through Station Road Bridge and continue south along the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;50K (www.bt50k.org) course and then further south to a finish somewhere in Summit County. My initial reaction was, “That’s in my backyard, and I have got to do that!” Months later, when that race vision became a reality, Joe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Novicky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; approached and asked me to volunteer and work an aid station with him. I told him, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t want to commit, since I was considering running the race. Well, I never got a training plan put together, and when registration opened, I was fearful to commit money since I considered my training future questionable. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t seriously consider this race until mid June while I was working an aid station for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mohican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 100 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mohican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;100.org). During that weekend I did a couple of runs with Vince &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rucci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, owner of Vertical Runner store in Hudson and one of the BR100 race organizers. I also met Mike Keller, one of the BR100 entrants, and did a short run with Joe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jurczyk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the BR100 race director. I came home from that weekend with the 100 mile bug. I sent in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;50K race application and thought about doing one 40+ mile training run. I was hopeful these two long runs would be enough prep to complete 100 miles.

Then the offer came in. It was the proverbial straw. Near the end of June, my co-worker, Brandon Russell had a chance conversation with another Progressive Insurance employee Joe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Vasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Joe had registered for BR100 and would not be able to run due to an injury. He offered to have his race entry transferred to another runner for a minimal fee. Brandon hooked me in. I called Joe, and we exchanged some e-mails. On June 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I mailed in the transfer fee, and became an official BR 100 entrant. My longest run this year was 19 miles back in March. I had been doing a bunch of trail running, but nothing longer than 16. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Guuuulp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.

On July 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was at 7 Ranges scout camp in Carroll County. I did 10 laps of what I thought to be a 4 mile loop. That run went really well. Later I found out the loop was closer to 4.2 miles.

I ran my best-ever 50k (5:12) on July 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, 2007 at the Buckeye Trail 50k. And I felt great afterward, like I could have kept running.

Race weekend - I had a fitful sleep Friday night/Saturday morning. Less than 1 hour total. It amounted to 3 or 4 fifteen-minute naps.

I took the 45-minute bus ride from the finish area in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Cuyahoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Falls to the start in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Willoughby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hills. No one on either bus (except for me) knew how to get to Squires Castle. We started in the grassy field in front of the castle. In that field, one Saturday summer afternoon back in the late ‘60s during a family reunion picnic, a bird pooped right square on the top of my head. Also in that field, back in the late summer of 1977 is where I lost my front tooth playing touch football. Now I was starting a 100 mile run from that same field, where I tossed hundreds of Frisbees as a child, and young man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to insert here a special thanks to Tyler Peek who gave me some water as we waited for the bus at 3am. Also thanks to Tanya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Cady&lt;/span&gt; for a small breakfast that gave me the initial calories I needed to get started. And thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Chihping&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt; for keeping me company late Friday and early Saturday. We did some of the first part of the race together and he took a few photos of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;
The first 9.4 miles were on Chagrin River road. Dave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Peterman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Ron Ross and I ran that whole way together. Ron had race bib #1. I had #2. Dave had #12. I wore my Northeast Running Club race shirt for the first 30 miles. That club hosted the first aid station. It was nice to see club President Jerry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Tomko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Rich, and Steve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Novak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Tanya and Walt. We walked up the three largest hills on the road section. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t feel like walking, but we did so knowing this was a 100-mile race. Someone made a comment about getting more miles in before the heat of the sun and the hilly trails. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t think that sounded good to me when I heard it. I also knew all the volunteers at aid station #2. Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Corrigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Mike Mayher, Dan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Manery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Dave Coffee, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Donna Hawk, Sue Deming, Gwen Goss and Joe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Trask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are the friends I recall seeing.

My first problem came up (or I should say down) just prior to the third aid station. This was Harper Ridge shelter, mile 15.1. I had to use the toilet. I was prepared for this problem. I had a small packet of baby wipes. This is when I discovered the start of my second problem. The seams on my boxer-sport briefs were unraveling about an inch or so just on the inseam. My inner thighs were beginning to chafe. This was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for now since I had liberally applied body glide prior to getting dressed. Harper ridge is at the highest elevation for the race. It’s where we cross over from the Chagrin watershed and into Tinkers Creek watershed, which flows into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Cuyahoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. From that Ridge, we could see Solon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Bedford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Maple Heights, Valley View, Independence, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Parma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This was the first of MANY awesome views.

I recall crossing over Route 422 and then about 10 minutes later crossing on a bridge over railroad tracks. This is very close to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Stouffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Food processing plant in Solon. We were down wind of the plant, and I could smell some mixture of Italian sauce. It was a pleasant odor.

At the Shadow lake aid station I drank some coke and noticed it was not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-fizzed. I mentioned this to the woman volunteer and suggested they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-fizz it since ALL the runners would like it that way. Another volunteer, a grizzled older, shorter man with a pot belly and a full gray beard, loudly pointed out that I was WRONG, and that HE was an ultra runner and had even run in 100 mile events and HE liked his coke with fizz in it. I kept my mouth shut. This bothered me a little. I analyzed my comments and realized I should have kept my comments to what I preferred and NOT tell the volunteers HOW and WHAT to do for other runners. But it still bothered me. This man who pointed out my wrong was also a volunteer at covered bridge. In retrospect, I am really glad he was out there helping. EACH and EVERY volunteer is greatly appreciated by ALL (or at least this) runner(s).

Just after we crossed under I-480 I had to GO again. Fortunately there was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; potty in a small parking area off the side of Hawthorn parkway. I still had a couple baby wipes. It was about 20 miles. No more wipes. No need to worry, I had more wipes in my aid-station bags. Soon after the potty break I had a great view of a goldfinch to my right. It perched, and flitted, then perched and flitted next to me for about 30 seconds. I wanted badly to point it out to someone, but there was no one nearby.

About mile 24, I had to GO again! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Agrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! This small problem was becoming a major PAIN IN THE BUTT! There were some long parts here where I was forced to walk or have an accident. I approached another runner from behind and I was anticipating asking him for some toilet paper so that I could find a secluded place along the trail. I knew we had at least another mile (15 minutes) to the next aid station. He was young, under 30. As I came up on him, he started to violently heave. At that instant I knew his problems were MUCH worse than mine. I stopped and checked him out. He told me that he had emptied his stomach earlier and presently was dry-heaving. I told him we were close to the next station and gave him some advice about what to consume and what to avoid that would help settle his stomach.

The majority of miles up to this point - through South Chagrin, along Hawthorn Parkway and through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Bedford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Reservation, was on bridle trail. I was really getting sick of bridle trail.

My first question to the aid workers at Alexander road was, “do you have any baby-wipes?” The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; potty was at the end of the parking lot. This time I was forced to use toilet paper. After finishing business, I ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Fritos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, drank coke and told the aid workers about the young man in stomach distress that would be arriving soon. I also recognized one the volunteers - I only know him as “iron-dude.” His name is Matt, and I made sure to introduce myself to him. I see him several times a week in the fitness center at Progressive. He’s got the Iron Man logo tattoo on the side of his leg. He has the air of an incredible athlete.

About 28 miles, on a single-track trail, a snake came across left to right just in front of me. It was cool!

I think it was about noon when I arrived at the first section of towpath, next to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Frazee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; House. There was almost NO shade for those 2.5 miles. All the runners I saw were struggling here in the heat. I did a few miles with Rita Barnes here. She is one tough ultra runner!

AT 30.3 miles, Station Road Bridge was my first support bag where I had a second hand-held water bottle, fresh socks, shoes and shirts. Also, more baby wipes, anti bacterial, and body glide. I made sure to apply a liberal amount of body glide on my chafing thighs. I also decided that I should carry the body glide and anti bacterial with me. I would apply the body glide on my chafing thighs about every 40 minutes for the remainder of the run.

I made two big mistakes here. First, as I changed shoes and socks, I did not apply enough body glide between toes. Second mistake was only taking one bottle on the next segment (the carriage trail), knowing it was 6 miles and it was HOT and a good part of those 6 miles would be on the sunny towpath. I had a second bottle, and I chose not to take it. I ran out of fluid a little over ½ way through that segment. I ran almost 3 miles with nothing to drink during one of the hottest parts of the day. Stupid mistake, but it was not cause for failure. I just slowed down a little more. The only positive part of the towpath was seeing great blue herons and turtles.

The second time through Station Road Bridge, I only stayed a minute to get my second bottle, drink some coke and eat some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Fritos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was looking forward to this section because I live here. Just after I crossed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Riverview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; road, I looked up to see the three evergreen trees in my backyard. They are the three tallest trees on the ridge to the right across the big field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just after I crossed Chippewa Creek on the small foot bridge, I had to go again. This was almost a race ending situation, I just barely, made it to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; potty at the Chippewa Picnic area. Yikes, there were a lot of things causing me to slow down. I was kind of on a high as I went around the kiosk at Route 82. One of the race volunteers put several water jugs there. As I refilled my bottles, I exchanged some words with some teenage boys walking from the parking lot toward the kiosk. I silently wondered if they knew my son Spencer. About 10 minutes later I was running past the Meadows Picnic area. Spencer’s Boy Scout troop camps here several times a year. When the bridle trail started up a large hill, I stated my first long section of walking. I was tired, and I HATED bridle trail at that point. I walked for almost a mile - from just before Oak Grove to just past Ottawa Point stables, where we started again on a short bit of single track to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Parkview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Road aid station. It was dinnertime and I was hungry. Kathy Ross made me some egg salad sandwiches and pasta salad.

I rocked the next section, which was almost all single-track trails on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;BT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;50K course. Through here I had a second smaller snake cross in front of me. During that run I called my wife Judy several times and made arrangements to have her meet me at the Boston Store after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Brandywine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; loop, about 55 miles. And I asked her to have replacement technical underwear for me. It was great to see her and my daughter Angie. I took a longer break to change shirt and underwear, and clean up a little in the Boston Store bathrooms. I continued to run hard from Boston Store down to Pine Lane. About 15 minutes before Pine Lane, I had to go again. Badly. Imodium is now on the TOP of my shopping list prior to my next ultra race. One more bathroom comment, and I promise no more - I needed ALL of my baby wipes in ALL of my support bags - there were three more stops during this run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106901408143412194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rt9bxe9Ui-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/9xooI-Q6MW4/s320/Captured+2007-08-04+00005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second time through Boston Store - about 55 miles.&lt;/strong&gt;


I went easy for the last 45 miles. Time was no concern to me, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;mearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; enjoying where I was and what I was doing - living in the moment - keep moving forward. Trying hard to manage my calorie, salt, and fluid intake. And making sure to take care of my feet and chafing thighs. At one point I discovered a blister between my toes. As soon as I recognized the sensation, I stopped and sat in the middle of the trail to add more body glide. Too late, the blister was already there. I was at 62 miles when it became dark and I had NO flashlight. I could hear the fireworks from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Twinsburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Twins-day festival. I was walking on the rail-to-trial just north of Route 303. My first flashlight was in my support bag at the 65 mile aid station. A short part of the trail was pitch black and I had to navigate by repeatedly opening and closing my cell phone and use the display to light the trail at my feet. I met my first pacer, Brandon Russell at Happy Days Visitor Center, 65 miles. He ran/walked with me for 15 miles. At 75 miles we were at the Kendall Lake aid station, and it was midnight. I saw Steve Hawthorn and Dave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Peterman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, both in chairs with blanket wraps. Neither looked well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106903602871700482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rt9dxO9UjAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Fz4RmeJRrUs/s320/Copy+of+Captured+2007-08-04+00006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boston Store about 55 miles - after a change of cloths&lt;/strong&gt;

A little after midnight we were near the Summit county animal shelter and we could hear the dogs. Shortly after that I stumbled. My only fall. Just after "the fall" we climbed up a hill in a large field going up to the next aid station - Pine Hollow. The trail was lined with glow sticks placed at even intervals. It looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;psychedelic&lt;/span&gt;! Then I heard a familiar voice call out my name. It was Dave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Nonno&lt;/span&gt;, another coworker from Progressive, and he was waiting for me. He had volunteered to work the race just a few days before and was assigned this aid station on race weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About 2am, we hear several coyotes calling out to each other. At mile 80, the covered bridge near Hale Farm, Brandon went home, and I had my second pacer Joe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Novicky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; join me. The covered bridge aid station resembled a war zone. Bodies everywhere. I am sure this was drop point for a lot of runners. The Perkins trail was TOUGH! Several STEEP hills. The sun was coming up as I was on a short road section through Hale Farm. The aid station at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;O'Neal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; woods was great. Bill Wagner and Leo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Lightner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gave me a fried egg and cheese sandwich that perked me up a little. Also the beauty of the park, a trail along Yellow Creek, put me in a better mood.

I dreaded the last section of Towpath. This went right next to the compost facility of the Akron Sewage Treatment plant. Human waste composting is about the most noxious order I have ever experienced. I think I walked about 5 of those 8 towpath miles. Joe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Novicky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gave me a couple of gel packs, one with caffeine, that got me moving again. The last 4.8 miles flew by. I was all of a sudden running hard again. I passed at least 4 runners through Cascade and Gorge parks. The finish on red carpet was first class! 28:34. Slow time, and a very hard run. I kept track of all my rest breaks - time. A couple breaks were close to 20 minutes. Total break time was close to 3 hours! I did use "the chair" several times to rest. "beware the chair!" many experienced ultra runners have advised - but I had only fleeting thoughts of quitting just during one chair rest break at 85 miles. Most rest breaks were between 5 and 10 minutes, depending on if a bathroom stop was needed. There was no point during that run where I was in agony. I really did enjoy at least a part of every section of this race.

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106905316563651602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J3AW_GcXpj0/Rt9fU-9UjBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NEYCi_H8gbQ/s320/Captured+2007-08-05+00000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A couple of hours after my finish.&lt;/strong&gt;

Sign me up for next year!

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