I did it. I did not mean to, but I did it. I think I disrespected the distance. I swore I would never do this, but I did it. I was not ready for El Scorcho.
El Scorcho bills itself as as so.....
What is El Scorcho? Now in its seventh year, El Scorcho continues its ridiculously foolish tradition of staging an endurance run at midnight in North Texas in the middle of the summer. El Scorcho brings you the best no-frills 50 km frolic in all of Fort Worth. There's also a 25 km option for those of you who aren't quite ready to step up to the plate. But you should. Because, really, what's the difference between 50 km and 25 km except twice the distance? In the end, it's up to you. Both runs take a certain fortitude. Or stupidity. Your call.
El Scorch is run on several different terrains. Crushed Limestone Trails, Asphalt, Concrete, Small Bridges, and Basketball Court. It is noted on Athlinks as a Trail Run, but I would not go that far.
This was my first run at El Scorcho and I did tackle the 25K (15+ Miles)
My training for El Scorcho began shortly after Boston in late April. This gave me nearly 3 months to maintain base mileage and prepare for hot running.
I did injure myself during this period in May. My recovery has included some time off from running and an an aggressive plan at Mansfield Chiropractic. I also began Cycling in this period. I figure this will only help save my knees and develop different parts of my body.
I ran 191 miles in this training period. Most runs were short four to six milers. Only three runs in my training were over 10 miles. I did three Trail Runs, two Hill Repeats Workouts, two Speed Workouts, and zero Tempo Runs.
If I had El Scorcho Sie7e to do over, I would have stuck with more short speed workouts and weekly slow long runs.
The event was cool. Chris Medley and I met at 10pm Saturday Night. I packed a small ice chest with Waters, Gatorade, and Rags. I brought four Powerbar Gels and some Gummi Bears for food. My choice of Flashlight was a handheld model as I do not own a head lamp. I pinned my 523 Bib to my Race Belt as I did choose to run shirtless.
The race began at 12:00 Midnight with the 50K runners. Ten minutes later, we 25K runners were off. 505 Runners in all were running Sunday Morning on Trinity Trails in 78 Degree Cool Texas Temps. The course is a 5K Loop and every time around is a chance for friends or yours and others to cheer you on. I never thought I would like such a setup, but it really does work. The loop also gives you a chance to set up your own race hydration and food to carry less on your person.
Here is how the race went:
5K 23:26 (pace 7:31) Went out too fast and paid later.
10K 48:08 (pace 7:42) Legs feeling so heavy
15K 1:14:35 (pace 7:58) Tried to keep up with a top female runner and did for nearly a lap
20K 1:41:17 (pace 8:07) Just got passed by the 25K winner
25K 2:08:29 (pace 8:14) Had enough left to finish somewhat strong.
I really wanted to run a 7:30 pace in total. My training just was not right for this type effort. I learned a lesson from El Scorcho and that is respect the distance. As a runner, I failed to realize where I was and went out too fast.
See you next year El Scorcho Ocho. I will be ready for you next July.
Friday, July 26, 2013
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Thoughts While On The Shelf (Kinda)
I took some time off from running. Running is one of my joys. It ranks in my top FIVE.
1. God
2. Wife
3. Kids
4. Running
5. Baseball, Food, Coffee, Good Days At Work, Bad Days Fishing, Golf Stories
From May 28th till June 11th I rested. My back was sore and twisted, probably from years of the grind. My X-Rays were tough to look at. Almost like a needle going into someone else's arm. I am under professional Bone-Crusher Care now and a lot of the rehab is stuff I need to be doing daily anyway.
I have learned from the time off from running.
1. Running defines me. If I miss it, I feel empty and useless. I NEED TO FIX THIS.
2. I make excuses about my poor diet choices. INTFT
3. Cycling helps and is less jarring, but nothing beats running. NO NEED TO FIX THIS.
4. I think I treat the ones I love worse when I am not running. INTFT!!!!!!!
5. I think the 15 days off will help grow me.
I have run the past two days and it is GLORIOUS. Now I must begin to give back, share, improve, and move on from what I have learned while on the shelf.
Today, I sent an application to The Showdown Half Marathon to help pace a group at their October 12th. Helping fellow runners reach their goals is fun and a good way to give back.
I am challenged to find ways to volunteer and grow this joy and I would also challenge YOU.
1. God
2. Wife
3. Kids
4. Running
5. Baseball, Food, Coffee, Good Days At Work, Bad Days Fishing, Golf Stories
From May 28th till June 11th I rested. My back was sore and twisted, probably from years of the grind. My X-Rays were tough to look at. Almost like a needle going into someone else's arm. I am under professional Bone-Crusher Care now and a lot of the rehab is stuff I need to be doing daily anyway.
I have learned from the time off from running.
1. Running defines me. If I miss it, I feel empty and useless. I NEED TO FIX THIS.
2. I make excuses about my poor diet choices. INTFT
3. Cycling helps and is less jarring, but nothing beats running. NO NEED TO FIX THIS.
4. I think I treat the ones I love worse when I am not running. INTFT!!!!!!!
5. I think the 15 days off will help grow me.
I have run the past two days and it is GLORIOUS. Now I must begin to give back, share, improve, and move on from what I have learned while on the shelf.
Today, I sent an application to The Showdown Half Marathon to help pace a group at their October 12th. Helping fellow runners reach their goals is fun and a good way to give back.
I am challenged to find ways to volunteer and grow this joy and I would also challenge YOU.
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Change
Here we go.....
Last June and the first ever Aggie Metzger Graduation!
 |
| Jessica is out of school! Whoop! |
 |
| Jessica, oh so long ago. |
September's Sioux Falls Marathon!
 |
| Second Marathon at 3:24:09 |
 |
| Frist Marathon at 3:58:20 |
December's Holly Jolly Jog! Kathy and I made our debut as Race Organizers.....
 |
| Even with plenty of volunteers, it was a Do-It-Yourselfer! |
 |
| Nearly 300 Runners came out to Rose Park! |
Our son, Brandon (our youngest), became first child to buy his own vehicle!
 |
| Saved up and bought his own! |
 |
| First he drew it, then he found it and bought it! |
February's Cowtown and qualifying for Boston 2014!
 |
| I may never run this fast again! 3:16:17 |
March. Good Bye Kroger. Hello Sprouts!
 |
| Welp. See ya later. |
May. My little girl Jessica gets married!
 |
| Quite a moment. Quite a day. |
 |
| My how time has flown! |
The kids have really grown up.
 |
| Little Brandons birth with the girls. |
 |
| Great looking bunch! |
Not really a change but some fun additions.....
 |
| Trails! |
 |
| Cycle! |
I have learned a lot this year and want to leave you with a verse from the Genesis Study from BSF. By the way, you need to try BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) as it really helps you grow closer to God.
Genesis 50:20: You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives.
Remember through the changes, that God has a plan. Seek Him.
What are some changes you have noted?
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:
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....
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
I never saw Kathy. She took this picture and was screaming my name, but I never saw her there on Boylston.
.JPG)
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.
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 @distance66 | 15 Apr |
This is it! I just can't explain my feelings this morning. Something special is about to happen. #BostonMarathon
| ||
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 @distance66 | 15 Apr |
Wow. Wellsley. #BostonMarathon.
| ||
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 @distance66 | 15 Apr |
3:26:30! All I can say is WOW. #BostonMarathon
| ||
I never saw Kathy. She took this picture and was screaming my name, but I never saw her there on Boylston.
.JPG)
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! |
 |
| The Prudential Building saying hello Sunday morning during a walk down Boylston.
|
 |
| L-R Kenneth, Bart, and 2 dudes I need to get names for.... |
 |
| Meb signs copies of his book at Elliptigo Booth. |
.JPG) |
| Dinner at Magianos with Kathy. |
.JPG) |
| Ready to leave for Hopkinton. Me, Diana, and Chris! |
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! |
 |
| Starting Line at Hopkinton. You would not believe the bags of clothes collected from runners! I gave my gloves. |
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.
.JPG) |
| 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! |
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.....
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.
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.....
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.
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.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)