Sunday, April 28, 2013

The Boston Marathon: A True Test

I had made it.  Qualification was done.  The hard part over.  Time to soak it all in and enjoy the run.  I told myself I would take pictures, tweet, look around at faces, check out the scene, make a friend, high-five some kids, and run a race. I probably should have planed a little better.

The trip had all gone as planned.  No major hiccups or setbacks.  Our hotel, The Boston Park Plaza, was just a few blocks from all the happening spots.  Boston Common, The Charles River, The Boston Marathon Finish Line, and The Health and Fitness Expo. 

We arrived Saturday in time for check in and a walk to the North Side for Dinner at Ernestos Pizza.  It was a blast walking around and seeing all types of people visiting and just being Boston.

Sunday was our day to visit The Expo and pickup my race bib and bag.  We could have spent all day at the Expo as there was so much to see, do, taste, and buy.  We also had dinner later with our Golden Adventures Group at Magianos.  We called it a short night and headed to bed to be ready for Marathon Monday. 

After a good night sleep, I woke up and tweeted this:

Curt Metzger 15 Apr
This is it! I just can't explain my feelings this morning. Something special is about to happen.


video


Speaking of Monday, it sure was weird not running on a Sunday.  That long wait through the weekend was a different feeling.  As was waiting till past 10am to start the race.

In retrospect, the only thing I forgot Monday was the two Advil I wanted to take that morning.  Other than that, everything was spot on.  As I stated in my Remembering Boston BLOG, I will wear a long pant if I do Boston again as the wait in Hopkinton was a tad chilly.  Time did fly in Athlete Village and soon it was my time.

At 10:21am, I started The Boston Marathon.  I had been told on many different occasions to NOT try and run past and zig-zag through the crowd the first several miles.  The downhill start coupled with the cool temps and MASSIVE ENERGY would make it hard to resist this, but I did.

Mile 1  8:00
Mile 2  7:45
Mile 3  7:44

My race plan, if you could say I had one, was to run relaxed and see what happened. I guess in thinking back I saw this, but did you know there are water stations EVERY MILE?  This may have been part of my undoing.  I say undoing, but I am happy with my time, just not the way I felt during some of the race.

Mile 4  7:29
Mile 5  7:41
Mile 6  7:29

I was taking either Water or Gatorade at every stop.  I did stick to my PowerBar Gel plan of every 4 miles and at those stops chased it with H2O, but I probably drank too much through the first 2/3's of the race.  I think I felt it most in miles 8-12 or so. 

Mile 7  7:30
Mile 8  7:36
Mile 9  7:42

Temperatures started at the mid to upper 40's and they seemed to be climbing.  The sun was out and there was just a hint of a breeze coming across the West to East course.  I was definitely comfortable with the singlet, shorts, beanie, and MySleev.  I soon took the beanie off and used it as a cool rag to sponge off.

Mile 10  7:38
Mile 11  7:41
Mile 12  7:41

I had my phone with me for any photo/ tweeting moments and knew there was one upcoming.  As I removed the phone from my running pouch, I could hear the girls from Wellesley.  I wanted a video of this.  I had no plans of saliva exchange, but I did want a video.  FAIL!  I guess my true guy roots came out and yes, I can not operate a phone video camera and run a marathon at the same time.  I though I was capturing awesome footage for what seemed to be a 3/4ths of a mile.  After the race, I find all I got was a small one-second clip.  You must believe me.  It was loud, uplifting, rambunctious, and like nothing I have ever seen.

It led to this tweet which I was able to perform while running a marathon....

Curt Metzger 15 Apr
Wow. Wellsley. .


Mile 13  7:53
Mile 14  7:38
Mile 15  7:54

My training always includes Hills and/ or Hill Repeats.  I felt ready for The Newton Hills.  There had been some small hills in the first 15 miles that were obviously affecting some runners.  I felt OK.  What did affect me was the massive downhill runs.  I believe there must be adequate training for downhills if I ever want to run Boston FAST.

Mile 16  7:49
Mile 17  8:19
Mile 18  7:52

I remember stopping at the Mile 16 water station to get a PowerBar Gel down really good and take a good drink of water.  I really wanted to give my best for the Newton Hills.  The next 5 Miles were tough.  The series of 4 hills grows to a final smack in your face with Heartbreak Hill for most of mile 21.  Boston is the best from around the world and many were walking the hills. A steady drum beat is one thing that helped guide me over Heartbreak and to the final miles home.

Mile 19  7:54
Mile 20  8:12
Mile 21  8:21

I saw no indication I was done with the hills.  I knew from studying the elevation map, it was all downhill from here, but somehow I did not believe it.  The breeze was picking up and soon got cooler as we approached the finish.  I wanted to find a good, tall, strong runner to sneak in behind and draft the rest of the way home.  I chatted with one guy who seemed at my pace.  He was helping a gal PR.  She was not running with him, but was positioned back some 10-15 yards, but was gathering much support from the crazy crowds. 

The crowds were insane.  Many families were there together and I am sure made the day of this event. Kids lines the course waiting for a high-five from a marathon runner.  I tried to oblige as many as I could.  Some were being instructed by mom and dad of how to hold the orange slice so runners could grab as they ran past.  I also snacked on these energy treats.  Thank you Boston for such giving spirit. 

The college kids turn out as well.  They obviously were trained well by their parents and high-five, shout your name ("Go SPROUTS"), and drink mighty heavily all day while lining the course.  OK, maybe two out of three.

Mile 22  7:55
Mile 23  8:03
Mile 24  8:09

I don't know how I missed it, but I do not remember passing The Fenway Park area.  OUCH!  Oh, I recall the Citgo Sign beckoning me home from about 5 Miles out, but I must have been distracted as I ran by the Hallowed Fenway Grounds.  Next Time I Will NOT!

The excitement grew as we got closer to the finish.  I ran with what seemed to me a father/ daughter team for a while.  He was tall, so I kind of ducked into his draft and kept soaking in the moment.  I think she was helping him PR since she would swing out to the water stops and bring him cool refreshment back.  She even asked if I wanted one.  I did without those last few miles and lived on adrenaline alone.  What a feeling.  What a scene.  I felt like I was with so many other first-timers.  I felt like everyone respected the course and the traditions of Boston.  I felt honored to be there in that moment and everyone around me seemed to have that same sense.

As we ran down Commonwealth Avenue, all I could think about was "Get this right!  Right on Hereford!  Left on Boylston!"

The place was electric.  The final stretch was so cool.  And then....I hear...."Hey Curt!"  It was Blackie.  Chris Blackman, a co-worker with Kathy, was finishing too.  We raised our hands in triumph as we cruised down Boylston. 

Mile 25  7:47
Mile 26  7:40
Final 0.2  7:02                        
3:26:30

Curt Metzger 15 Apr
3:26:30! All I can say is WOW.


I never saw Kathy.  She took this picture and was screaming my name, but I never saw her there on Boylston. 

You get a sense for the size of the crowds there in Copley Square.  It now brings a lot of things into perspective.  I am so glad she saw me and knew I finished.  I am glad we had a plan of where to meet and she got away from the spot she was watching from.  I am glad I had my phone and was able to call her right after my finish and confirm those plans. 

Yep, lots to me thankful for and lots to plan for next year.

I do hope to run Boston 2014.  I do hope to run it with Chris Medley who helped me qualify for this year.  The road to 2014 starts now.  Proper diet.  Proper strength training.  Proper mileage.  Proper hill training.

I do hope Kathy is able to and wants to come with me.  I do hope for a safe and fun race in 2014.  We should still #PrayForBoston and be #BostonStrong.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Remembering Boston

My new boss called me on Monday evening to make sure I was OK.  After I told him Kathy and I were not harmed or immediately affected by the blasts, he left me with a final statement/ directive that really took a while to sink in.  He said, "Be sure to look after the Mrs.  She was there.  She was close.  She may be a little upset and freaked out.  Just keep an eye on her."

Anticipation was growing since late September 2012 and I thought the day would never come.  Boston is the pinnacle of road racing and getting there was important.  The hard part of qualifying was over.  The best part of running and soaking in the moment was drawing near.  Boston was finally here.

Can you tell I love flying?  Thank you Xanax!


 Kathy chose Golden Adventures to plan our stay and some activities.  Boston Park Plaza Hotel would be our Mother Ship for 4 days and 3 nights.  This fine building has been welcoming tired souls since 1927 and is beautiful.  Our room was 1134 which was pretty close (kinda) to my Bib #11032.  The staff there was wonderful.  If you ever stay there, REMEMBER to visit the 15th floor for breakfast (inside tip) and check out the artifacts from their past.


Beautiful Lobby of Boston Park Plaza, the Official Hotel of The Red Sox!
We were about a half mile from the Boylston Street, Copley Square, Boston Marathon Finish Line.  Absolutely PERFECT, right?  Just a hop, skip, and jump from Boston Common and another 7-Iron to The Charles River.  I love that Dirty Water!  This was a dream vacation and my wife was here to share it with me.


The Prudential Building saying hello Sunday morning during a walk down Boylston.


Sunday morning was amazing.  Kathy let me wake early and head out for a Shakeout Run with Bart Yasso and other runners from around the World.  I met Bart, Kenneth (@Marathon Koach), Matthew (@RunningAmick), and a fellow marathoner from Poland.  We ran to The Charles River, chatted along the way, and after 2.75 easy miles returned to The Sheraton.  Koach bought us all Coffee and said, "$50 on Sunday Morning gets you way more than $50 on Saturday Night."

L-R  Kenneth, Bart, and 2 dudes I need to get names for....
 The Boston Marathon Expo was HUGE.  Sunday was the final day for the Expo and Packet Pickup.  I was amazed how organized it was with so many people.  The Expo was FREE to whoever wanted to visit, so you can imagine the mass of humanity.  Runners are patient people.  This truism will permeate the entire trip.  mark my words, RUNNERS are sharing patient loving people.  Picked up my Bib, Bag, and made sure to get my Boston Jacket.  I never saw the posters....................but did see Meb Keflezighi(@RunMeb)!
Meb signs copies of his book at Elliptigo Booth.
Sunday Night was fun.  We had dinner with all Golden Adventures Marathon Runners and their loved ones at Magianos.  Plenty of Bread, Pasta, and all the good foods to LOAD UP ON before race day.  The thing that really is strange is that the Boston Marathon start time is after 10am.  Most marathons are NOT on Monday and start at 7am.  Diet plan is VERY important.

Dinner at Magianos with Kathy.
Monday Morning went great.  Golden Adventures offers a private bus ride to Hopkinton that leave the Hotel at 7:30am.  This is awesome because it allows for ONE MORE HOUR OF SLEEP as Official Marathon Buses leave at 6:30am.


Ready to leave for Hopkinton. Me, Diana, and Chris!
 On the ride, I met Ginger from Memphis.  She had deferred from last year and was running her FIRST BOSTON MARATHON just like me and Diana, and Chris.  The ride to Hopkinton seemed long...way more than 26.2 miles.  This must be why people say, "Do Not Drive the Course or pay attention to how long it takes to get to the start!"

In Hopkinton, it is just HURRY and WAIT.  Next time, I am wearing jeans or sweat pants.  Yes, it was cold in the shade.  I was not uncomfortable, but pants would have been much smarter.  The police presence was big in Hopkinton and they made sure all runners used ONLY "Approved Rest Rooms" and wrote tickets to those "Wall Waterers".

The walk to The Start Line is NOT short.  There is NO DOUBT which way to go and when to go.  Remember, RUNNERS are patient people.  RUNNERS are giving people.  The one booth I remember seeing in front of a simple home said ALL FREE: Sharpies, Band aids, Water, Bananas, Oranges, Tissues, Gloves......WOW.  Note to self, "Next Time, write your name on your arms with FREE Sharpie."


Her Story...Doctor said nothing faster than 4:30...she talked him down to 4:00!
The Starting Corals were so organized and well marked.  Again, police presence everywhere made it mandatory to go where you were marked to go.  I made my way to Coral 3, tossed a kid watching my unused Cliff Bar, did my first shot of PowerBar Gel and they started the countdown.

 

Starting Line at Hopkinton.  You would not believe the bags of clothes collected from runners!  I gave my gloves.
At the start, I remember one runner behind me say, "This is #20 for me and I still get a charge out of this!"  The mass of runners moving downhill from the start is SUCH A RUSH!  I can not wait to do this again.

My memories of the run are this:
  • EVERY TOWN turns out to cheer! LOUD!
  • Never felt alone.
  • Water and Gatorade EVERY MILE!
  • Plenty of food from the PEOPLE of Hopkinton, Ashland, Framingham, Natick, Wellesley, Newton, Brookline, and Boston.  Oranges, Bananas, Water, Beer....you get the idea!
  • Wellesley....WOW.
  • Newton Hills.....WOW!
  • The turn down BOYLSTON.....just WOW!
  • I have chills now thinking about it.
As I ran the final yards down Boylston, I looked for Kathy.  Why was I looking on my right?  Little did I know, she was on the LEFT!  She chose the left side!  

The wind and cool breeze was really picking up at the finish!

My finish was 3:26:30...about 1:48pm according to AT&T Athlete Alert.  I slowly made my way down Boylston to get water, food, blanket, my clothes bag, and meet Kathy.  I called her and made sure she knew the plan to meet at the family area and we talked.  I am so happy we got to talk.

I finally met up with Kathy, by the "M" Family Area and behind a bus....so funny as we were standing right beside each other just looking around.  SO MANY PEOPLE.

It was while she was waiting for me that she heard "Thunder" and looked to the sky.  She thought nothing of it......

We made our way back to the hotel and our phones went wild.
 

#PrayForBoston

I started to get texts like crazy.  I posted to Facebook and Twitter "Kathy and I are fine. We were not by the marathon explosions."  I then hopped into the shower, still not knowing the magnitude of what had happened.

Kathy was fielding calls, when the phone service came back up, and many texts and posts did not go through on first, second, or tenth tries.

We tried to contact our kids, families, and friends but some still were missed and had looking questions.

We watched TV and connected with some NEWS agencies from DFW. 

Before we knew it, it was 6pm and time to get dinner.  Was it safe?  We decided to just cross the street and eat at Flemming's Steak House with Blackie and Diana.  It was good to get our minds off of what was happening. 

While we ate, there were sirens and passing emergency vehicles.  The SWAT TEAM van sped by with armed servicemen hanging from the back. 

I ordered a Sam Adams.

The next day, after not much sleep, we got up not knowing what to do.  Originally, we would have done a little more sight seeing, but now we felt like we better get to Logan early.

We did take time to #RunForBoston at The Charles River.  This is what we saw:

The leering press gathered at Boylston and Arlington.
 
A look down Boylston toward the finish line.
 
Just a street away from all the carnage...beautiful!

Arthur Fiedler Bridge to get to The Charles!

The trail around The Esplanade and The Charles River.
 
General George in the Garden.


Weeping Willow and Flag!



Park Plaza paying respects.

Our walk/ run together was good.  It was healing.  It gave Kathy and I time together.  It helped me think about how I see things.

We had been asked many questions by family, friends, and news agencies.  We told them our story and I felt like it was not much of a story.  I had not heard the blast.  I did not know it happened until TV and Texts.  I never felt in danger during the event.  My story was not one of a close call or a rescue.  It was not exciting and news worthy.  Then it hit me......Then it smacked me square in the jaw.  It is not about you Curt.  Think about others.  You are a runner.  You share.  You are patient.  You need to love more.  What about others?  Remember what your boss told you.  Don't forget about your wife.  Be sure and hold her and make sure she is OK.

Later that night as we boarded our plane at Logan Airport, I got to sit next to the most loving and beautiful person in the world...and she held my hand as we took off. 

Touchdown in DFW!
I will not forget Boston 2013.  It made me think about what it means to be a runner.  It made me think about what it means to be an American.  It made me think about what it means to be a human.  Love the way God loves....unconditionally.  Share.  Be Patient. 

Oh, and by the way.  Those posters they gave away at The BAA Expo....I never got one at The Expo.  BUT, an awesome runner at Logan Airport gave me one of hers and made me smile.

ALL IN FOR BOSTON!


 

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Road to Boston 2013

Originally, I wanted to run Boston in 2012.  OK, I missed by a year.

I have to blame some of this on Chris Medley.  He had the hair-brained scheme of qualifying for the great race together.  He started to jab me at the end of Bible Study Fellowship, around February or March 2012.  We really started looking at timing and dates and possibilities and realized we would need to do this out of state.  We picked Sioux Falls 9-9-2012, right at the wire for 2013 Boston Registration. 

This was just the beginning of "The Going Down To The Wire" thread for this Boston Marathon Saga.

Chris and I did our training diligently and unfortunately, he sustained an injury that kept him from running.  It did NOT keep him from driving us to and from South Dakota, organizing, mapping, coaching, running race course support, and photographing it all in that magical three days last fall.

He helped me finish just "Under The Wire" for my age class 3:24:09...made it by 51 seconds.

I was concerned after entering my Boston Registration later in September.  Would all the deferrals from 2012 hurt my "Just Under The Wire" qualifying time and render me Boston-less?  Then, it came.  That glorious Sunday in late September.....

117th Boston Marathon
Dear Curt G. Metzger,

This is to notify you that your entry into the 117th Boston Marathon on Monday, April 15, 2013 has been accepted, provided that the information you submitted is accurate.

A Confirmation of Acceptance card will soon be mailed to you via US Postal Service mail.

In early April 2013, an official Number Pick-up Card and Welcome Booklet regarding the B.A.A. Boston Marathon and related race week activities will be mailed to you via US Postal Service first class mail. If you do not receive your Number Pick-up Card (required to claim number) and brochure by April 9, please contact our Registration Office at
registration@baa.org. Registration related inquiries may also be directed to 508-435-6905.

Note that bib numbers will not be distributed on Race Day. Your travel arrangements should take into account picking up your number at the Hynes Convention Center, 900 Boylston Street, on Friday, April 12 from 2:00 p.m. to 7:00 p.m., or Saturday, April 13 or Sunday, April 14 from 9:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m.

.......................Personally, this was down to the wire.

Training.  20 weeks or so.  A few of the Local Marathons mixed in.  What do I target for my finishing this Boston Marathon?  Will I ever get to return?  What does the future hold?  We never know.  Put the training in, diet right, get plenty of rest, and just enjoy the run.



Life does go on.  You gotta pay the bills.  You need to bring home the bacon.  Sometimes you have to make tough decisions. 

After 30 years with Kroger, I decide to make the a break and move to Sprouts.  With just six weeks till our trip to Boston, Kathy and I are completely at peace with this life changing decision.  So many questions had to be answered, with fun stuff like time off and weekend getaways to the Northeast buried at the bottom.  Would my new employer be willing to make concessions after just bringing me onboard.  Would I have to wait to run Boston.  Down to the Wire we went.

We had waited to buy airfare since there were questions and really needed to get things finalized or cancelled.  YES! Book the flight plans!  Such sweet words uttered by my new boss.  What a relief and what a freeing statement.  I seemed to have a new lease on life.  Thank you Sprouts.  Down to the wire we went.

March!  WOW.  I have never trained so much.  155 miles.  The training has been put in for sure.  The most miles I have ever trained.

March!  WOW.  A brand new place of employment.  After 30 years.  Starting over is very different.  Learning new ways.  Putting my hands on many new items, machines, and programs.  So very new.  So very exciting.  As the Kroger "Wire" was at it's end, this new Sprouts "Wire" was....well, Sprouting. 

Down To The WIRE we go folks.  What a ride.  From Mansfield to Sioux Falls to Hopkinton to Boston...here we go. 

Monday, February 25, 2013

The Cowtown

When you think you are stuck, just try something different.  If all seems lost, take a chance.  You are never too "anything" to GO FOR IT.  Your circumstances are never too "anything" to GO FOR IT.  Find a way and do it.  Attitude can be and is everything...even in running.

Sunday February 25th turned out to be a great day for running.  The reports looked dreary at times the week before with talk of high winds and possible precipitation.  Circumstances that proved to be "in your head" stuff at best. This just proved again that God takes care of everything and gave some special conditions for a special day in The Town of The Cow.

Kathy, Jessica, and I woke up at 4:45am got our stuff together and headed for Fort Worth.  Traffic in and around the race site was non-existent and we were able to park and relax in The Will Rogers Memorial Center.  The temperatures were cool so being inside was nice for all of us.  There were plenty of portalets for the event which already seemed bigger than last year.

Kathy and Jessica planned on meeting me at mile 14 and 22 or so.  I was glad for that to look forward to.  Chris Medley, my running partner, planned on being support  every 4 miles or so along the course.  That really played into the days events and was so appreciated.  He had LL Gatorade, Powerbar Gel, Water, Candy, and Pickle Juice.  He also brought his camera with a pretty good size lens.

I originally planned on running The Cowtown with Chris, but a cycling accident has sidelined his training.  When I registered, I knew The Cowtown was only 7 weeks before Boston, so I estimated my finish time at 3:45.  Hence, I was placed in Coral 2.  I am sorry Cowtown for breaking a rule and wandering into Coral 1 and starting with Coral 1 runners.  But wow, I am glad I did. 

The race start was brisk.  Lots of fast runners charging down Lancaster and letting all that "taper week" energy creep out.  I am glad I kept my gloves and beanie and under armor on, as it was a bit burr-weenies.  My plan was still to run a fun 3:45 pace run and see what happened as the day unfolded.

Mile 1:    7:22
Mile 2:    7:15
Mile 3:    7:15
Mile 4:    7:10    29:01

I was looking for Chris all through Mile 4 and knew he would be looking for me, but did not know what he was wearing or what side of the course he would be on.  Right near the end of Mile 4, there he was.  Camera out.  Shooting.  Cheering.  Gatorade ready.  Running along with me.  Asking how I was feeling.  And then I fumbled my Gel and kept going.  I had packed Gels, but wanted to conserve those if needed later, so I wondered if i would need to break into my stash this early.  NOPE.  Up the hill at North Side Drive and onto Grand Avenue came Chris with all his gear and blue jeans and catching me to deliver my food.  What fun times. 

Somewhere between Miles 5 and 6, I started looking for someone to "settle in" with and log some cruse miles.  2012 Cowtown Half, I found my buds and ran a fast PR.  I was not really looking to PR today, but why not find a cruising partner and pass the time.

Just about then, Marathon Runner 1597 moved into my area.  We ran next to each other for a mile or so, mixed in a water stop, and melded back in pace together.  Last year, I plugged into a Marathoner and an Ultra Runner, so I was sure to match up this year. 

I was the first to talk and asked him what time he was targeting.  He told me 3:15 and I instantly was intrigued.  He told me he was currently about 1 minute ahead of this pace.  I then told him I would like to run with him for a while. 

Mile 5:   7:14
Mile 6:   7:07
Mile 7:   7:07
Mile 8:   7:16    57:44

With The Hill looming in the distance, Chris met me with Gel and Fluids.  I told him my plan to run with "3:15 Guy" and he approved.  He told me to conserve and not talk.  I think I gave him my gloves here too.  He said he would see me on the other side of Town.

Well "3:15 Guy" has a name, Brian.  He told me he also had support on the course.  His wife would be on her bike and several friends would pace him through different areas of the course.  He also said we were going to "give some time back" on The Main Street Hill and not lose it here.  I found out this was Marathon #20 for Brian, who was a DFW lifer, but his first Cowtown.  He knew a lot about the course as did his wife.  Turns out, they knew a lot about running and cycling and swimming as they were Triathletes.  Yep, there is the tattoo...shoulda seen that.  I felt comfortable and a bit uneasy all at once.

Mile 9:   7:28 (Giving back on The Hill)
Mile 10:  7:45 (The Hill Continued)
Mile 11:  7:37 (Past the Half Turn Off-No Looking Back Now)
Mile 12:  7:24   1:27:57

Brian talked with me and his wife and pacing bud about many things.  The time and miles just whipped past.  He told me about his Kenyan Pal who "ran 10,000 Meters" so he signed him up for The Half.  Such a funny story...He told him to "Just stay with the fast people and run to the end".

I kept my Beanie on as the shade was still a bit cool on my ears, but the weather was shaping up to be perfect. The wind was kind of out of the South and East.  It seemed to hit us all through town and then some, but it was not too strong. 

Kathy and Jessica were somewhere around Mile 12-13.  They had a Cutie all peeled off for me and it really hit the spot.  Chris was also right there with his support, so this was an uplifting stretch.

Mile 13:   7:04   (13.1 1:36:05)
Mile 14:   7:12
Mile 15:   7:17
Mile 16:   7:18   1:56:47

Along in these miles we picked up the 3:10 Marathon Pacer.  I did not talk with him, but I think he was missing his marks and was off pace a bit.  We stayed in single-file for some time in an attempt to cut wind.  There were 6 of us in this group and I could feel my pace weakening to Brian's, but I kept pounding forward.

The sun was strong and my head was really sweating.  I knew I would need to shed the beanie and the under armor really soon.  The beanie would be simple.  The under armor was a photo opp for sure and I did this with very little grace or poise at all...in Overton Park as things FINALLY headed back North.

I finally came unhitched from Brian's Group. It became a bit lonely.  I wondered if I would need to just back off and cruise in at 8:15 pace and take what The Cowtown gives me.  I had come quite far and decided to Go For It.  I could not find a good runner to link up with, but I sucked it up and pounded on.  I knew there would be excitement and tail-wind headed back through Trinity Trails.  Look FORWARD and GO.

Mile 17:   7:24
Mile 18:   7:27
Mile 19:   7:28  (The Turn-Headed North)
Mile 20:   7:33
Mile 21:   7:32
Mile 22:   7:49

I remembered Sioux Falls final 6 Miles.  The struggle and cramps.  I wanted so badly to not cramp this time.  I could feel, what I thought were, the starts of that "Cramp Feel".  Chris kept me fueled with Gatorade.  I made sure to Water at the stops.  Each step I took where I changed levels on a curb or turned to head uphill, I braced for the "Cramp Feel" and it never came. 

It sure would be nice to share these last few crampless miles with somebody.....Enter "Pink Floyd Listening Guy". 

I did not get his Name, Bib Number, and don't think I could pick his photo out, but he was a life saver.  His I-Phone was cranking out The Floyd, we were running a good pace, and boy did it help.  We ran the entire Trinity Trail together chatting and dodging the crazed cyclists bombing past us at unreasonable speeds.  He also knew folks along the way and was a huge help in making the

The final song before he told me to "Go Get It" was Pink Floyd's "Time"

"Time"

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
And shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field, tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
And hear the softly spoken magic spell


Instead of just trying to "Hang on in quiet desperation" I wanted to and decided to RUN.

On Trinity Trails, I told Chris and "Pink Floyd Guy"..."I'm going to PR".  My spirits lifted.  The positive attitude did it.  Saying it, did it.  Sharing it, did it.  Doing it, did it.

Mile 23:   7:54   (my only "stop/ walk" as I wanted to get Gel and Water down)
Mile 24:   8:07
Mile 25:   7:55
Mile 26:   7:51
Mile 27(0.37)  6:43   3:16:17

The finish was cool.  I found Kathy, Jessica, and Chris in the crowd and waved as I headed towards the line.  I was overcome with emotion, but did not cry this time.  Re qualifying for Boston and a PR was cool, but it was really neat that Kathy and Jessica were here. 

Food and after party stuff were better than ever at The Cowtown.  Plenty of good stuff like Hot Soup, Ice Cream, Chocolate Milk, and Popcorn.  I did get the last banana, according to the volunteer who quickly handed it to me. 

The volunteers and organization for The Cowtown were spot on.  Never a need went unmet.  Things moved on schedule.  I will be back.

My race did not go as planned.  My schedule and timing, again, are much different than the one running my life.  I am happy for the way it turned out and know this little part of my life can be a glimpse of the big picture.  Work your butt off.  Trust your training.  Be prepared to change and GO FOR IT.  Don't let your circumstances STOP YOU.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Holly Jolly Jog

Kathy and I just finished a journey we may never take again.  Race Directing!  Wow!  What a journey it was.

I may need to let Kathy write this.  She plugged away at every detail from start to finish.  She laughed and cried.  She screamed and shouted at her computer.  She e-mailed and called people she loved and tried to love.  She had things under control the entire time.  She is an amazing woman.  She is my hot wife.

We were asked to direct the 2nd Annual Holly Jolly Jog benefiting The Mansfield High School Tiger Band because we were "runners and Know what runners like".  We had no idea the things that went into a 5K Fun Race and soon learned.

We had so many little set backs along the way.  The Venue.  The Course.  The Volunteers.  The Food and Drinks.  Through it all, God showed us His hand was on it and He ultimately made things work out.  We learned to trust and keep pushing and working. 

Runners are last minute people.  This was a statement the fine folks at Runtime Racing told us about a week before the race.  They were right.  Runners seemed to flock to register online and in person after that.  Why?  My opinion is the course, venue, and great people involved drew them in.  I think the race could be just as successful next year. 

Success!  How is that measured?  Well, I say success can be GREAT VOLUNTEERS in action.  Wow!  The Band Boosters and Band Members turned out to help, beginning at 5:45am on Saturday!  There was never a need for a person to do a job.  The registration, chip pickup, food, water station, course direction, awards, first aid, bus driver, traffic control, warm up, leading the one-miler, and on and on were covered.  Thank you MHSTBB!!!!

People may measure success with numbers much of the time.  I will not lie, so do I.  Success can also be measured in the way a team is built for the future.  The lives that were touched by runners, helpers, cheering, or just a smile along the way.  That is success that can build for tomorrow.  Holly Jolly Jog was more than a fun 5K to help our band.  It showed me how to trust and work hard.  How to laugh and role with a punch.  And how to love my wife even more. 

Happy Holly Jolly Jog Kathy.  To have and to hold, till all Jog T-Shirts are SOLD!!!


Monday, October 8, 2012

Tyler Rose Marathon

Just four weeks after Sioux Falls Marathon, new PR, Boston Qualifying, and only my second marathon, I want to do it again?  OK.  Have fun with that.

Tyler Rose Marathon is a new smallish marathon.  It is described as "Difficult But Beautiful" and shows what running in East Texas is all about.  There were miles by pastures, the airport, along the highway, and through Azalea Trail.  There is also a small blurb in The Tyler Rose Marathon site that mentions the "Hills making it a challenging course", and this could not be more true.

There is no elevation map from the Website to share and I forgot my Garmin, so you will just have to believe me when I say this was a true test of a marathon runner. 

When Kathy and I got to the Tyler Rose Garden for the start, I soon discovered why I felt something was missing.  We had stayed the night at nearby Chilton House, a bed and breakfast kind of on the course, but my "routine" was interrupted.  You know, a strange place, 100 year old, creaking wood floors, stuffed and painted cats everywhere, enter from the side and come up the long steep stairs, all the stuff that makes a routine go away.  I soon realized my left arm was too light to think of running.  I forgot my Garmin.  I would be running half naked.  Kathy asked that I take my phone so she would know where I was, so I decided to "enjoy this one" and send out some Tweets from the course.

Here it goes....

 Curt Metzger @distance66
Running this one for fun.


Mile 6. Hills are alive and relentless.



Curt Metzger @distance66

Curt Metzger @distance66

Curt Metzger @distance66

Curt Metzger @distance66

Curt Metzger @distance66
My smokin hot wife at mile 18

Curt Metzger @distance66

Curt Metzger @distance66
Fun at Mile 22.

Curt Metzger @distance66
I think brick is fun. Mile 24.

Curt Metzger @distance66

Some POST RACE TWEETS

Curt Metzger @distance66
Ran half naked today at as I forgot my Garmin. Time will be around 3:40

Curt Metzger @distance66
The best part. RT : Ran the last .2 with Curt to the finish. I'm exhausted.

Back at Chilton House for a hot shower.

Curt Metzger @distance66
Yep. Right where I left it.

Tyler Rose Marathon was using Jaguar Chip Timing.  Their "Timing Guy" got mugged on his way to Tyler and was in the hospital with broken ribs.  I hope he is OK and hope to soon have an official finish time loaded on the website. 

Tyler Rose Marathon was a fun course that truly tested me as a runner.  My once a week hill training run at Freeman Hills will need a little kick if I plan on running this next year...and right now I do.

Summing the race weekend up, great course and race support.  The town could show up better for the race, but it is only three years old...give it time.  Nice marathon finisher Rose Bush!  Bed and Breakfast....meh, we will probably do a hotel next time.

Kathy Metzger @kmetzger5
At the finish, got a medal and a rose bush



Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Sioux Falls Marathon

What a trip.  What a town.  What a race.  Sioux Falls, South Dakota offered exactly what I expected in weather, scenery, hospitality, and a flat fast course.

Chris and I arrived at The Sheraton around 11:30pm Friday night.  He had driven all 14 hours and truly is a Road Warrior.  With giant headwinds in Oklahoma and some hard rains also, our destination was a welcome sight.

The Sheraton was just a 9-iron from the Starting Line at Howard Wood Field so the 6:45am start on Sunday would be easy to handle.  As we checked in I noticed a Special Sioux Falls Marathon Buffet flier for Saturday night.  This was another welcome sight to all the still wild thoughts running through my running mind.  Our room was on the 3rd floor and was 338.  I joked with Chris that 3:38 would be a great time, a PR, but NOT what we had come here for.  Honestly, we were both here to Boston Qualify (3:24:59) and even though he would not be running, we both quickly got serious and put our game faces back on.  Much needed rest came next.

After waking at 9am, we got ready to find some grub, pick up race packet, and look at the course.  We found a local place, Bagel Boys, for a breakfast bagel sandwich and very collegey crowd.  University of Sioux Falls and Augustana College are the higher learning centers of the town, so it really has a youthful feel from that.  The roads are definitely all runner/ cycle friendly with plenty of hills.  This concerned me as we drove since hills were not what we expected.

Packet pick up was at Scheels Sporting Goods in the parking lot.  It was well organized and had very friendly volunteers working.  They informed us of the BIG High School Football Game that night at Howard Wood Field, invited us to GU samples, directed us inside to verify my chip, and made us both feel very welcome.  We looked around a bit inside, but did not need to spend any more cash than we already had. 



We decided we had time before the Texas Aggies v Florida game came on to drive the course.  Some of the course was on streets, like the first 9 miles.  After that it was mostly "Bike Trail" and we would only see from a distance.  The Downtown portion was on streets, but was not fully drivable since German Fest was happening.  We stopped in for a Sauerkraut Topped Brat and a look at Falls Park.  This was by far the most beautiful part of the course. 

It was good to get back to the room to relax, watch The Aggies, snack, and snooze.  After the game, please no comments on the A&M intro to the SEC, we headed to Hy Vee for some Gatorade, bananas and bagels.  I thought those were good choices for my "breakfast" on race morning since the room had no toaster for a waffle.  We found out the answer to a question Chris and I were asking since arriving..."What NFL team do these folks get behind?"  The cashier told us it is the Vikings, although there were a few trickles of Bears, Packers, and Chiefs. 

Pasta Dinner at the Sheraton was good.  There was Salad, Bread sticks, Corn (with BACON), and a choice of Red or White Sauce.  We chatted about strategy for the race, relaxed, and had several plates.  I expected many more runners, but we were there later in the buffet 5p-9p window.  We exchanged some "knowing nods" with a few and had several "elevator chats" with others, but that was all. 

In the room later, I prepared my race wear and nutrition.  I was packing 5 Powerbar Gels and would eat a 6th right before race start.  The fact that there would be no "waking up early" to fight traffic getting to the starting line was HUGE.  Thumbs up to my buddy Chris for making this great choice.  It was bed time and even though there was a good close Nebraska v UCLA game on, we both turned in early.

I had never run this distance, in training or racing, without stopping for a "restroom break", so let's just say this was the reason I wanted to wake up at 5am.  (if you know what I mean)  Well, without going into TMI, it worked!  I felt ready to go and ready to step where my body had never gone before.  The sustained pace I would need to reach BQ was 7:49/ mile.  My training had speed work and tempo runs with this pace and faster, but NONE for more than 10 miles.  Was this right?  Was it good enough?  Was Sioux Falls the place where weather, course, and competitiveness would come together and just be right.  I prayed God would give my body the strength needed to find out.

It was chilly as we walked to the start line at Howard Wood Field.  I wore my Runner Shop long sleeve over my white tank and again was thankful for Chris as he was there to take it before the start.  I shot my gel, took a swig of water, and after an awesome National Anthem we were off.  I started the race in the second row of the 267 runner field.  Chris said to let these fast runners do the work and not to get too caught up with a cool crisp pace.  These guys and gals just looked fast. 

It was 46 degrees as we headed east.  My fingers were all that was cold.  The first 6 miles had some small gradual climbs.  They felt good and really got my body warmed up.  The scenery here was not interesting and there was no runners around at my pace to really chat with.  I needed to find my cruise like Chris told me.  Settle into a comfortable pace and conserve for later.  I felt like 7:41 was that, so I will list that pace with my splits.

1.  7:13  Fast and getting passed (7:41)
2.  7:26  Cool temps are great 14:39 total (15:22)
3.  7:31  More slow climb 22:09 total (23:03)
4.  7:28  Passed by Little Patrick from Ohio & Chatted some 29:37 total (30:44)
5.  7:27  Sun is rising and getting stronger 37:03 total (38:25)
6.  7:24  Headed towards northern most part of course 44:27 total (46:06)

Heading West into the sun was tough.  I did not wear my glasses or cap because I did not want to worry about them later.  Sweaty stuff would only be a bother, so I fought it for a mile.  Chris had also been busy driving and staying ahead of me to take pictures and offer support.  I remember him at around miles 5 and 9 early.  He had some Lemon Lime Gatorade, my favorite, in small bottles to give along the course.  He was working hard and seemed to always be there when I needed something.  He even lifted my spirits in a VERY long open stretch on the bike trail with some simple honks of the car horn.  I could see him driving along the road and knew he was trying to stay ahead to help.

These bike trail miles were along a levee.  They were lonely.  They were void of view, race workers, and many runners.  Miles 10-15 were just tough. 

7.  7:22  Straight into the rising sun  51:49 total (53:47)
8.  7:12  Good water stop at Harley Davidson shop and downhill 59:01 total (1:01:28)
9.  7:28  Finishing up with road miles and headed to Bike Trail 1:06:30 total (1:09:09)
10. 7:39 Levee Bike Trail Run 1:14:09 total (1:16:50)
11. 7:39 Just trying to cruise at 7:40 or so 1:21:48 total (1:24:31)
12. 7:28 Chris was here along with some other support 1:29:16 total (1:32:12)
13. 7:39 Nearing the halfway point 1:36:55 total (1:39:53)
14. 7:43 Headed straight South.  Honk from Chris along Minnesota Ave. 1:44:38 total (1:47:34)
15. 8:01 Off the trail and past the Penitentiary. 1:52:38 total (1:55:15)



As we went past South Dakota State Penitentiary, I did get to chat with some runners who had the same BQ goal as me.  It was fun running downhill towards town and taking in a great view.

"Embrace the downhill" was shouted as I remember. 

Chris was there at the bottom and was offering encouragement to a girl who was having trouble.  He ran along me and gave me a splash of Gatorade.  He told me to CRUISE.  I was trying to find that level and just could not get comfortable.  I was trying!!!!!

He also gave me an extra Powerbar Gel as I though I just may need it later.  I'm glad I did. 

There was life downtown.  People and runners and walkers.  This is where the Half Marathon Course joined us for the rest of the race.  Some Marathoners may not like the runners and walkers of the Half Marathon Craze, but I embrace them!  Heck, that was my start as well.


South on Main through town and looping back North to get to Falls Park, I was excited to see this again. 


I did not get to vote for The Best Water Stop, but the team of kids just on the other side of the Falls were by far the most energetic and numerous. 

THEY HAVE MY LATE VOTE!!!

The Falls and Downtown made up most of miles 16-20.  Now that we are home in Texas, I really wish we had more time to discover Sioux Falls.  It really does seem to be a great destination.

16.  7:24 Downhill!!!!! 2:00:02 total (2:02:56) 8 miles per hour for 2 hours.
17.  7:39 Encouragement from Chris along the way here. 2:07:40 total (2:10:37)
18.  7:35 Back North towards Falls Park. 2:15:15 total (2:18:18)
19.  8:02 Through the Falls and back into Downtown.  Stopped to get Powerbar Gel down and get some extra fluids. 2:23:17 total (2:25:59)
20.  7:42 Transition back to Bike Trail 2:30:59 total (2:33:40)

Twenty Miles!  This is a benchmark for me.  This is the 6th time for me to be at this mileage and now the fastest.  I looked at my Garmin and began to believe that this was going to happen.  I felt good Cardiovascular and the legs were beginning to feel tired, but that is what happens, right?

Then it happened.  As I was striding with my right leg to get up on a sidewalk, the right calf twinged....is that a word?  It was close to the feeling that same calf gave me two years ago that put me out for a few months.  It scared me and then it went away.  It slowed me down for a bit as I did not want to injure myself.  I think I cried out also.  This began my Death March to the Finish Line. 

Six Miles.  A simple training run.  I had about 53 minutes to bring it home.  I began calculating in my head if this would happen and how.  My head/ brain was not very clear but I just know I had to get this done.  I was so glad Chris had given me the extra Powerbar Gel.  I had two remaining and soon took one around the end of Mile 22.  Water/ Powerade stops were more frequent in the last six miles and I tried to take in as much as I could.  I slowed to a walk or stop at a few to try and get as much down as possible.  My one small complaint for the race would be the plastic cups that did not bend well and cracked.  Paper would be my choice, but this is very minor.

Six Miles.  Just a little training run up Matlock Road to McGarry Street and back.  That is all.  Simple. 

Death March Engage. 

That feeling in my right calf came back and shared with the left calf.  I think it was cramping.  I have not had it before.  It came and went.  It slowed me to a walk many times.  It made me scream out a few times.  It made me wince and grimace as I passed Half Marathoners, like to two girls with the matching "mesmerizing shorts".  I pushed on.  I tried to run fast.  I had to run fast.  I had to make 3:24:59.

I ate my final Powerbar Gel around mile 24.  I knew I would need one more.  I tried to run fast.  I had a bottle of water Chris had given me, but know I would need more.  I tried to run fast, but the cramps would come.  I slowed.  In small uphills, the cramps came.  I tried to run fast.  I needed one more Gel.  Would I have to ask a fellow runner for a Gel?  I was ready to do this.  I was ready to beg.  I was at the mercy of the course and had no idea what to do. 

Then, like an Angel, at around the mile 25 marker, there was Chris.  I think he had parked on the access road of HWY 229 and ran down the embankment to a 10 foot fence along the trail.  I yelled I needed a Gel and a new bottle of water.  Like a vendor at The Ballpark in Arlington, he tossed them perfectly to me and I never even had to break stride.  He told me I was doing great and to speed up.  I tried to run fast.  I headed under the highway, ate the Gel, washed it down, and moved toward the rest of the run.  I tried to run fast.

I passed the 26 mile mark and turned North on Oxbow Avenue.  The finish line loomed in the distance.  I tried to run fast.  My calves would not let me.  I still tried.  The finish line would not get closer.  I looked at my Garmin.  I STILL could make it.  I had time.  I tried to run fast. 

I don't remember too much more.  Marathon runners were on the left.  Those last few yards were brutal and glorious.  The race announcer called out my Name, Number, and Hometown.  That felt great.  People were cheering.  I tried to run fast.  I saw the race clock on the left and I swear it read 3:24:59.  I lunged for the line and the timing mat.  My calves sprung again and I think I yelled and nearly stumbled.  I took a few steps and stopped the Garmin (3:24:12). 

21.  8:16 Feeling the calves reject fast running 2:39:15 total (2:41:21)
22.  7:55 Can I keep this pace?  2:47:10 total (2:49:02)
23.  8:42 Stopped to let calves calm down.  Trying to run fast. 2:55:52 total (2:56:43)
24.  8:25 Winding Bike Trail with shade. 3:04:17 total (3:04:24)
25.  8:44  Slowest mile of the day.  3:13:01 total (3:12:05)
26.  8:17  Thanks for the Gel Chris. 3:21:18 total (3:19:46)
0.37  7:48 Trying to run fast. 3:24:12 total (3:21:26)

The Finish Area was small, but perfect for this size race.  There were plenty of volunteers handing out medals and more than enough water and Powerade.  A volunteer put the medal on my neck and I stopped to rest by a drink cooler.  I was overcome with all that had happened.  I had run the race I had dreamed of.  My calves were in pain.  I could hear Chris yelling "You did it", but I just needed to lean on that drink cooler.  

Jon Walker, from the Argus Leader, asked if he could help me and talk with me.  I told him a bit about myself and he took his time to make sure I was OK.  He asked "Why Sioux Falls?", when he heard we were from Texas.  I replied, "Because the weather and course were supposed to be perfect for Boston Qualifying."  He asked if I did and I told him I thought so. 


Turns out there were many records broken Sunday at this flat, fast, perfect weather course. 

The winner, Justin Gillete ran 2:30:10 beating the old mark of 2:31:14. 

The female winner was not too far behind him.  Kelly Brinkman ran 2:50:38 and annihilated the old mark of 3:14:09.

 The food area was small but had all I needed.  Bananas, Chocolate Milk, Smoothies, and a Sprite.  Chris and I talked with several other finishers.  Brett (3:20:11) from Wisconsin (NO JOKE), was a 22 year old who ran near me some of the way.  He was starting his 50 State Trek and this was his 5th Marathon/ State.  I told him to keep running and that I wished I had started that young.  Little Pat (3:21:20) from Ohio stopped by.  He had stomach issues and slowed so he did not puke.  He seemed a bit put off by his finish time.  One other runner told us he was running his first Marathon in over 20 years.  He had run in High School, stopped, and was back at it now.  Finish Line Areas are so inspiring. 

I soon talked with Kathy on the phone.  We all had been signed up for Time Tracker, a service that sent texts of Time Splits, but had yet to send the finish result.  She finally confirmed the time with the official results.  Her excitement made me miss her even more.

My finish ended up being 3:24:09, a 7:48 pace and new PR by 34 minutes.  I was 47th overall and 7th in my 45-49 age group.  This Age Group was won in 2:51:38 (WOW)!

My first 10K was 46:28 a new PR from 47:07. (I hate running 10K)

My half was about 1:38 a new PR from 1:40:37

My final 10K was 51:55.  I was trying to run fast.

Chris got me to the car and back to the hotel.  A fellow Sheraton Guest was doing the Marathon Hobble on her way in and we gave a SHOUT together. 

After a shower, we packed, checked out, and grabbed some lunch at Chevy's Fresh Mex.  Back to Texas and time to wait till Monday 9-17 at 9am when I can try and register for The Boston Marathon. 





Sioux Falls South Dakota delivered as promised.  Beautiful weather.  Nice people.  Flat and fast Marathon Course.  Plenty of Marathon Volunteers.  Not too small.  Not too big.  No chaffing or bleeding.  Heck, I didn't even lose a toe nail.