Monday, April 20, 2015

The Importance of Speedplay

I ran the Youth Villages 10miler this weekend.  An associate mentioned that he was going to run so I thought I'd give it a shot.  I was still coming off the high of winning my age group in Arkansas (RussVegas 1/2 Marathon) the week prior.  Ten miles was within my speed training regiment anyway plus it would help gauge my recovery fitness level.
I was a "day of" signup, $50 fee (it was for a good cause). As many of the runners crowd to the front, I like going to the back, especially with a chip timer.  In chip time it doesn't matter where you start, your chip time registers as soon as you cross the start line.  I also start in the back to play a game called "Wolf and Rabbit."  The goal of the Wolf is to chase down as many Rabbits as possible.  When I start at the back, it gives me a psychological boost to pick off as many rabbits as possible.

THE RACE
As the call for "Runners to your mark... Go!" sounded, runners started pushing to get over the startline and trek their 10-miles.  I never rush to the line on a chip timed event.  In fact, I walk up, take a breath, say a short prayer of Thanks, and start my GPS watch as I cross the startline.  Once I cross the startline, I take off and take off fast.

By the time I get to mile-3, I was in a rhythm and pretty much caught up to the group that I think I can keep pace with.  I'll hang with them for a mile and see if I can put on some speed to pass and find the next runner ahead.  To do it, you need a boost of energy and the confidence to do it.  NO ONE LIKES TO GET PASSED.  When they do, they will fight to keep up with you.  If they stay with you, it wears on you that this person is matching you.  It's mentally draining.  But if you pass strong and fast, the other runner will likely back down and you can concentrate on the next target in the distance.
Unfortunately, I lost track of anyone in front of me.  I was certainly not first, I was in a deadzone between the people I just passed (they were a minute back) and the people ahead (probably 2 minutes ahead).    This is where the run gets more interesting.  Like a closing pitcher with a one run lead or team needing a 1st down to close out the game, I needed to hold my position within the race.  I need to use some speedplay to monitor and maximize my body's capability.
I keep in mind to never look back.  Its one of those bad luck things for me and it screws up my stride to look back.  I continually tell myself to "Concentrate on my race" and "keep pushing."  Experience has taught me when there is someone behind me and an estimate of how far.  The breathing of other runners from behind, a peek rounding a corner or spectators clapping give me an idea of how far they are behind me.


During this race I'd pass spectators who would cheer me, then I would listen and count the seconds in my head to hear the cheer again.  When I would hear the racer get close, I put on a bit more pace.  I would take my mind back to my training and preparations.
I finished the race well ahead of the next closest runner.  I waited to shake his hand as is always my respect and appreciation of my fellow runners.  The competitor gentleman's name was Tom C.  He said, "I was trying to catch you but it was if every time I pushed, you pushed your pace."  I replied, "Yes, I know, I felt that presence."

We later met at the awards area where I was given 1st in my Age Group (45-49), Tom C. was awarded 3rd for the same Age Group. 

When I left to go home, I thought about what it took to do that in that part of the race and I chuckled knowing that I had worked on it during the week.

SPEEDPLAY TRAINING
Training Grounds: Veteran's Hwy
Pole to pole running
Everyday after work, I run 4-10 miles.  The runs vary according to course and condition.  One of my favorite routes is called Veteran's Hwy.  Four-miles out and back (8 miles total).  Its flat with nothing but road and light poles, (there are about 20+ poles on one side of the road).  The poles are somewhat equal in distance from one another.
I play two speed play games with all these poles.  The first game is what I call my "Standard Fartleks**".  In the Standard Fartlek, I run hard on pole 1, then when I reach pole 2, I bring myself down a slower run pace.  When I get to my third pole, I repeat the process.
The other game I play is called "Progressive Boosters."  This involves 5 poles.  Starting with pole 1, I take off in a windsprint, when I get to pole 2, I boost my effort a bit more and do the same with pole 3.  At pole 4, I push myself to a "Redline" full effort.  Imagine being in a full sprint against a competitor to the finish line.  At pole 5, I cool it down until I get to a next set of 5 poles to repeat the process.
For most people, this might sound like an interval, but its not.  No time or set distance is maintained.  It's a matter of feel.  It is a question of how fast can I push my body so I might raise its endurance.  The purpose and goal of the training exercise is to use speed without burning out.  It is to feel the body's limit and take it on to any course with confidence.

LAST THOUGHTS. Long ago as a young Junior Officer on Frigates, I was an Anti-Submarine Warfare Officer (ASWO).  Submarines were devastating because you didn't know where they were going to attack.  However, my instructors at ASWO school would always say, "Move fast and have a plan of attack...  Remember 'SPEED KILLS'."  And so to does Speedplay.  Prepare for the runner's attack by having a plan and conditioning your body and mind to go fast when you need.

See you on the Road!






**Fartlek, which means "speed play" in Swedish, is a training method that blends continuous training with interval training

Sunday, April 19, 2015

The Journey Begins - Qualifying for Boston

A few months ago, my running associate
2003 Ironman Coeur d'Alene

Back in 2000 to 2004, I had a determination for fitness.  I ran a lot, trained hard on foot, bike and swim.  I competed in Triathlons and completed 4 Ironman events, I also added ten marathon finisher medals to my collection.  I competed well enough to even get sponsored by a US Navy Running and Triathlon Team in the Pacific Northwest.  But somewhere in the middle of the decade the fire went out.  And fitness was put to the side.  Overtaken by Boy Scouting with my son, being consumed with my job overseas, and climbing the Navy promotion ladder.


Example: When I was 30-35, the qualifying time for Boston was 3hrs 10minutes.  My Personal Record (PR) marathon was only 3hrs and 30min and my average times were 3hrs40.  As hard as I trained, the time to get there was not within my grasp mentally and (probably) physically. 
However, the good news is Boston qualifying times are accommodating to the elderly.  That is to say, once you reach certain age groups the times are more lenient.  Example: I am now in my late 40s.  The Boston qualifier for the 45-49 age group is 3hrs 25min.  That is only 5 minutes from my PR.  Now you might think that with age comes the inevitable breakdown of the body, hence the accommodating times for the elderly.  But, the body breaking down is not necessarily the case.   
Like riding a bike or making love, you don't ever forget how to run.  In fact, as time goes by you know more about training, the ins and outs of racing, and you've learned a lot about what your body can do.  It's called Maturing, you are a different person at different stages in your life.  So you are as well being a mature runner. 
Little Rock 1/2 Marathon - March 2015
Don't believe that you can be a better runner as you age.  Okay... my PR in the Half was 1hr35min45sec in 2002.  In November 2014, I ran 1hr33min06sec and just this month (Apr2015) I ran 1hr34min51 in Arkansas.  In runs at 10miles and greater I'm hovering around 7min/miles. 
Yes, this is a bit of bragging, but it's also an interesting phenomena that even I had to take in and grasp.  I got better with age and now I have my sights set on BOSTON!  It's only 5minutes away and all I have to do is train and get it.
The Journey to Boston should end in April 2017 when I run it.  However, I have until September 2016 to qualify. Why so long?  Well, remember that maturity thing?  I know my body isn't ready.  Sure I've been fast, but fast mile 5 is not the same fast at mile 18 to 20.  I have yet to master breaking the "Wall".  Also, unlike my 30's, I don't plan to run a marathon every weekend.  This time I plan to strategize and train taking into account how far I can push and condition my body to not only go fast but to endure and succeed. 
Being in Memphis, the St Jude Marathon in December 2015 and the Shelby Forrest Marathon in February 2016 provide me great opportunities as official qualifier events.  It also gives me time to progress into those events in the various stages of preparation. 
By the way, if you think, I'm doing this from experience alone, you'd be mistaken.  To get smarter about running, you have to read from others such as G.B.Bloch, Meb Keflezighi, Runners Mag, and even Triathlete Joe Friel.  There is always something more to learn about your body, training, competing/racing, and running.  (This blog will NOT be a rehash of "Meb for Mortals")
Lastly, This blog is my diary in preparation towards Boston.  If you read it, I am honored that you took the time to do so.  I truly hope I am helping you in some way.  And, I hope you comment back with tips of your own, I will be more than thankful for your insights.  Also, If my stuff hooey to you, thanks again for taking a moment to read.
In advance, Thanks.  I hope to see you on the Road!  That's were runners go.
RussVegas 1/2 Marathon April 2015 (1st Place Age Group 45-49)

Okay, here I go... Pushing Publish now........

Thursday, January 1, 2015

"Miles and miles before I sleep" by Romadel Delasalas

From "The Roadrunner" Magazine
January-February 2015
Vol.35, N1 (Page 24-25)


I was an 11 time Marathon and 4 time Ironman finisher.  However, I dropped off the wagon in 2004-2005 when I was deployed to the Middle East.  I lived a very unhealthy lifestyle and I never got back as seriously into running until this year.
I was 40lbs overweight at 180 lbs. in June 2014.  I was very disappointed with myself.  I had dropped many bad habits but still wasn’t feeling good.  I complained constantly to my wife about what I “use to be” and reminisced continually about all my previous accomplishments.  She finally got sick of it and told me to do something about it.
So I started a plan back to fitness.  I set out making goals in running, nutrition and weight control.  I started out very slow in my running, started eating more fruits and veggies and started using supplements. 
I also had to overcome the fear of challenges.  I tried my first race in many years, the Navy 10 Nautical Miler.  It would be a benchmark for things to come.  I had been running around 10:30/mile pace on good days so I felt pretty good going into it.  But, the race was a disaster.  My pace was in 12:00/mile.  I was embarrassed.
I concentrated more on what my goals actually meant and how to track them.  I utilized Running Apps and my phone’s GPS to track my miles while making a spreadsheet to monitor how they matched against my goals. 
It became a game of accountability.  For the month of June, my goal was 100 miles, but I pushed myself and ended up with more than 150. 
I challenged myself even more by taking advice from a friend to join the MRTC .  That same friend asked if I would join his Ragnar Team which would compete in October from Chattanooga 200miles to Nashville.  Reluctantly, I agreed, but it gave me another goal, another measure of accountability.
That first MRTC 5K was filled with doubt.  It was now July, the Navy 10NM still fresh in my mind.  I felt like I had trained the best I could.  I ended up average at the chip finish.  I knew there were areas for improvement.  I ended up with 200 miles for July on goal.  I also found that running everyday wasn’t as taxing on my body as I thought. 
The seriousness of running was just beginning.  August was a huge month.  I was part of a group of virtual runners.  With the App, I could monitor my progression against others.  I asked the group’s administrator what he record was?  In March 2014, he (the administrator) completed 345 miles in one month.  He said how hard and impossible it was to break and how difficult it was to even get 300. 
Despite that warning, I was undeterred.  Looking at my spreadsheet, my last two months and feeling my body’s capability, I thought it was more than possible to break. 
I set the spreadsheet to 350 miles, just under 12miles/day.  My strategy was to complete daily triples - that is, a run in the morning a good 5 miles around the Navy Support Activity Mid-South base in Millington, a lunch run five-times around a miler course I mapped out, and a 7.5mile run with my Spaniel.  Luckily it was August so there was lots of sunlight, unfortunately a lot of heat in the afternoons. 
As the sweat poured from the heat, so did the excess weight.  At 17 miles a day and +20mile on the weekends, I hit 300 at day 20 and broke his 345mile record at day 23.  But, with 11 days left and in such a great rhythm I went for more.  I have a belief that “Mile Markers are NOT Stop Signs”, so I forged on.  When I reached August 31, my total mileage for the month was 508.  And I was not tired!  I had blisters, a few knee and hip-flexor twinges, and a little sun burnt, but I was feeling really good. 
The August mileage was good, but I wasn’t done.  I kept running.  I goaled out for another 350miles, 508 was just too much to try again.  September was cooling down, but I was warming up.  I was already in the 140s in weight, from 35 inch waist to 31inch, and had an incredible break through on the MRTC 10K.  For some reason, I just let my light new body flow into the run, I didn’t think of it as a race, but a game of catching as many people as I could.  I was running by people and not looking back.  I just wanted my heart to pump, sweat to flow and enjoy the moment of being fast again.  I was now running at 7:30 at 10K distance!  I was taking hills with determination and flying down them with carless abandon.  I felt young, healthy and alive.
I did not get another 508 miles for the month.  I did achieve 423miles for September, 73miles more than goal.  My spreadsheet also totaled 117 days of running in 122days since June 1st.  I was running fast when I needed and running smooth at realist pace daily. 
This was written on October 22, the day before I left for the Ragnar Relay race.  Some are apprehensive about the miles coming up.  On average each person has a share of 30-36 miles on this 200mile relay.  My portion is 36miles.  But I don’t even see it as a race.  I feel it will be like the runs with my dog or the daily miles around my lunch miler course.
I have some pretty simple messages for Average Joe Runners:
-          Just run, you don’t have to be fast, just determined to run what you can.
-          Keep your promise to yourself when you goal out your miles for the month
-          Believe you can do it.  People are easily defeated before they start when the DON’T believe.
-          Enjoy the run.  The Good Lord gives us only so long on the road then takes our legs away.  As Steve Prefontaine said, "To give anything less than your best is to sacrifice the gift."
My goal is not to make this about me, but to inspire the Average Joe.  WE CAN DO IT!

I finished out October with 406miles and also completed Ragnar with my Team.  I completed three separate legs totaling 36.3 miles.  The first leg was just under 11 miles on a steep grade going downhill.  I felt like I had wheels on as I flew down the mountain in 7:02 per mile.  The second leg was 13 miles through a forest road where it was easy to get lost.  The third and final leg was at 4:00AM in cold darkness.  My sweat was seeping through my running gear creating a frost over my arms and chest.  As sun took over the night at 6:30AM, I saw the line in exhilaration but not because it was over, but because I completed my Ragnar Ultra pushing myself and experiencing little pain.
Some may think 45 is old, some may think I’m still young.  I just Thank God I can still and that my age isn’t determining my distance.  The will to make myself stronger, faster and last longer drives my fitness and running.  Every step makes my life just a bit better.



Sunday, June 29, 2003

Ironman Coeur d’Alene 2003: Admin officer lives up to ‘Ironman’ status

Admin officer lives up to ‘Ironman’ status
By JO1(SW) Daniel Sanford
Naval Station Everett Staff Writer
JUNE 2003

The sun scorched the pavement where Lt. Rome De Las Alas stood. This was the moment of truth for Naval Station Everett’s administration officer. Having already completed a 2.4-mile swim and a 112-mile bike ride, De Las Alas had completed two-thirds of the Coeur d’Alene, Id. Ironman Triathlon. But with unseasonably high temperatures threatening to rise above 100 degrees, exhaustion began to rear its ugly head. De Las Alas had to decide whether a 26.2-mile marathon was even possible.
He’d seen fellow competitors drop off one by one as he pedaled through the second phase of the race. But the sweltering, humid conditions also took its toll on the diminutive lieutenant as well.
At five feet, two inches tall, De Las Alas’ slight, muscular frame poured sweat. He was already exhausted to the point of collapse, his legs knotted in painful cramps his progress slowed by a violent fit of vomiting. The question he would have to answer was, why go on?
A better question might have been, “Are you crazy?” What propels these Ironman competitors to subject themselves to an entire day of intense physical activity?
For many, this is a hobby, a leisure time activity that is done outside of normal working hours. However, few hobbies are as renown for their grueling criteria and for pushing the limitations of human tenacity and endurance. Then again, there aren’t very many Ironmen and women in this world.
They come in all sizes, both men and women. Some look like they’re chiseled from actual iron while others look like they are more adept at using a chisel. They come from all walks of life and cultures throughout the world. They are fathers, mothers, neighbors, coworkers, parishioners, et al. They have their own agendas but they share a common title — Ironman.
As noble as that may sound, it doesn’t make them exempt from the problems and concerns of the regular man. Take De Las Alas for instance.
In the week leading up to the competition, De Las Alas overcame a week’s worth of trying episodes that would’ve threatened the resolve of the hardiest of Ironmen.
Over the course of the week, De Las Alas endured a house fire that caused $20,000 worth of damage to his home. He also gave a finance presentation that counted and took a mid-term for the MBA finance class he’s taking. He rounded out the week as Den-leader lecturing on basic citizenship to his Scout pack. “Going to the Ironman was like a vacation for me,” De Las Alas laughed. And it was to a certain degree.
De Las Alas brought along his wife, Grace, and son, Christian, for the event. The trio spent the weekend at a local campsite preparing for the race and eating a lot of pasta.
“On Friday, one of the most important things I do is pig out on pasta,” said De Las Alas. “You need to eat as much carbohydrates as possible. You’re trying to store as much energy in your system as you can. I try to consume 4,000 calories a day, which is double my normal daily intake.”
If you go into an Ironman without energy reserves, you’re going to die out. So you have to start ahead of time,” he added.
Another item that needs to be taken care of ahead of time is staging the transition equipment. Because the race is broken down into three parts - swim, bicycle, run - it is important to pre-stage the bicycle, clothing, and other special needs of each competitor.
“Dropping your bike off at the staging area is like going through Fort Knox,” De Las Alas said. “Each bike’s average cost is between $3,000 and $5,000. So with about 2,000 bikes, there’s over $7 million worth of bikes being staged in the bicycle transition area overnight.”
“It can be tough for people to leave their bikes there overnight because they baby them,” he added. “They oil and prepare them to ensure they are completely primed and ready for the next day’s race. You look around and you’ll see people talking to their bike and even petting it.”
While he may not treat his bike like the family dog, De Las Alas still goes all out when it comes to his bike. He went as far as to tuck his bike in for the night by placing a Thermo-cool blanket over it.
“My bike has so much Navy stuff on it that it looks like a recruiting picture board,” he said. “I’m proud of what I do and it looks cool too.”
“I also have three carbon-fiber wheels I use for the rear of the bike, depending on the race conditions,” said De Las Alas. “Each wheel is specially made for either windy conditions, hilly environments, or out-and-out straight-aways.”
Each contestant also has the opportunity to have special needs bags stationed at several spots around the race site. Changes of clothes, medication and food can be put in these bags so contestants can quickly grab them as needed. For De Las Alas, aspirin is the most important item in these bags.
“I don’t take any medication during the event, but I do take about 10 aspirin over the course of the race,” he said. “Aspirin helps increase blood flow and increases the amount of oxygen delivered to your muscles. The more oxygen in the muscles, the more flexible they are and the more capable they are of doing work.”
The morning of the race, De Las Alas dragged his son out of bed at 3:30 a.m. and treated him to a pancake breakfast.
“The race started at 7 a.m.,. but I was trying to eat enough to sustain. I try to eat as many pancakes as possible before the event because they’re loaded with carbohydrates,” he said. “Normally carbohydrates are bad because they retain water and make you fat, but they’re good for the race. The carbohydrates store water and energy and you’re going to need every ounce of it in a few hours.”
Once at the race site, it’s time to suit up. With the other competitors preparing all round him, De Las Alas felt self-conscious at first. “Looking around and seeing all these other tri-athletes, with cut physiques and in amazing physical shape, you automatically feel inferior,” he said. “You ask yourself, ‘how am I going to compete against these people?’ But in reality, you have every reason to be there. I’m just as fit as the next guy and I can be proud of that.”
“I’ve trained just as hard as they did and I’ve done the things they did to get in this position,” added De Las Alas. “The self-consciousness and doubt goes away and you start feeling good about what you’re doing.”
Each contestant is body marked with an individual number on their legs and arms, then they enter the water where the race will start.
“Everyone looks very graceful, like a bunch of swans in the water,” De Las Alas said. “It’s like the calm before the storm.”
Then, with the sound of the horn, the race is on.
“All those people who looked like swans, suddenly they’ve transformed into salmon,” said De Las Alas. “2000 people crowded together, all swimming in one direction.”
After receiving several kicks to the face due to the large amount of competitors clustered together in the water, De Las Alas completed the swim. He made his way to the first transition area, where his bike awaited along with the looming 112-mile course.
“In the transition phase, I striped off my wetsuit and put my biking shorts and helmet on,” he said.
Somewhere amidst the transition, someone walked over and swiped a big glob of suntan lotion across his body. Soon De Las Alas was pedaling off into what would eventually become the downfall for many participants.
The bike course consisted of two revolutions around the scenic Coeur d’Alene countryside.
“The morning ride was really nice, it was a picture perfect trip around Lake Coeur d’Alene with a nice breeze to keep you cool, De Las Alas said. “Then hell happened.”
As many competitors began their second round of the bike course, the sun bore down upon them with blistering intensity. The once picture perfect course now carried the burden of 100 degree temperatures, sans the cool breeze.
“It was hot, real hot,” said De Las Alas. “It was now noon and those hills that seemed like a molehill the first time all of a sudden felt like mountains. That 500-foot climb suddenly felt like Mount Everest. I was sweating like crazy, losing a lot of water and electrolytes. The heat really zaps your energy level.” He added that the bike ride was where the majority of the race’s dropouts were lost.
Upon completion of the bike portion, De Las Alas’ quads felt like twisted rubber bands. He put ice under his bicycle shorts to cool them, but the pain hardly subsided. Exhausted and in pain, he asked himself the question again. Why go on?
“In the background you could hear the announcer say, ‘and the winner is...’. Before I even started my run, the race had already been won,” said De Las Alas. “Obviously I had no chance of winning, but that’s not the point. The point for me isn’t about winning, the point is surviving, and that’s what got me,” he said.
“All around me I saw numerous other contestants in pain and suffering just like I was. Inside the emergency tent there were people with IV’s in their arms who couldn’t even walk at the time,” De Las Alas said. “I thought to myself, I am not going to be one of the few who didn’t at least try. I knew if I could move, I could finish this race.”
So that’s just what he did. Unable to run, he began to walk. Slowly and shakily, he willed his legs to take step after step. His quads on fire, his energy long depleted, the lieutenant set out on the marathon-length course. “The first two miles, I was completing a mile every 15 minutes,” said De Las Alas. “That’s slow enough to fail the PFA (Physical Fitness Assessment).” Soon walking turned into a slow jog. With each painful step he took, he began to believe that he could indeed finish the race.
“It hit me at mile 10,” he explained. “I knew I was nowhere near my original goal of completing the race in 12 hours and 30 minutes, but I began hearing the crowd cheer. I saw people I knew and didn’t know encouraging me to finish. At that point, I picked up the pace.
“The pain was just superseded by all these people cheering me on. At that point, I knew I was going to not only finish this race but I’m going to cross the finish line running.”
Now averaging eight-minute miles, De Las Alas stormed toward the finish line. “The greatest joy was to see my friends and my family standing there,” he said. “I saw my son and picked him up and ran to the finish line with him. But he became too embarrassed, so I put him down and we crossed the line hand-in-hand.


Two event personnel quickly snatched up De Las Alas once he crossed the finish and placed a medal around his neck signifying race completion. “It was a fourteen hour day. It was lousy, it was hot, I didn’t finish the race under my goal time, but damn it, I’m a survivor,” De Las Alas laughed. “I didn’t give up.”
With the event now over, De Las Alas has little time to sit back and reflect. The Ironman Canada Triathlon is Aug. 24, and he is already signed up and looking forward to beating his goal time.
It could be possible. He’ll be happy to know that the Farmers Almanac is predicting rain that day.


Results : http://www.athlinks.com/Race/Event?raceID=8657

Overall Results

A/G/OAthleteM/FAgeFinal
176 / 779 / 949ROME DE LAS ALASM3014:06:57


Sunday, August 25, 2002

IRONMAN CANADA 2002

IRONMAN CANADA 2002
A year of training got me to this day. Hours in the pool and miles on the bike and on foot prepared me for this day. I was in the best health of my life. I was going to enjoy it.
5:00 is an early start for anyone. Not so early for an Ironman Event. This morning I woke at 3:30 after a night of tossing and turning. Too much nervous energy and the heat of the night kept me up. The day before was sunny and in the 90’s. I took in glasses upon gallons of water in preparation of the dry heat the course had to offer. But this morning, there the ground was damp meaning there would be some cloud cover. The day might very well be a good one.
The horn went of exactly at 0700 and 2100 participants took off for the first leg of a long day. I swam trying to be sensitive to the other swimmers. I’ve been hit a few times in other events and my attitude this day was not to win, but to finish the day in one piece. I stayed a straight course between each buoy and counted every stroke to maintain a decent pace. At the first turn a figure appeared at the bottom of the lake, which almost frightened me out of my wet suit. At first I thought it was a dead body. However, it was a diver monitoring our progress from the bottom of the lake.
After 2.4 miles and 1500 strokes, I finally made it back to shore in 1:25 minutes, 5 minutes faster than I projected. Once I got into the grass of the transition area, I was told to drop and 3 women tugged at my wetsuit and stripped it of in one efficient pull.
I called out my number and a bag of my bike gear was in my hand in an instant. A complete change of clothing into my cycling gear and I was off. “One stage down,” I though, “the longest one next.”
Screaming through Main Street is a rush in itself. Everyone roots for you no matter your place. They know the long day you have a head. The first forty miles is a beautiful tour through the peach valleys. I made sure to enjoy the view and take my time because of the climbs the course had to offer.
The first climb of Richter Pass is a daunting 1000 ft elevation change. Most people who took the first 40 hard paid for it as I passed by them going up hill. However, on the next pass at mile 90, the afternoon heat led to cramps and a little fatigue. My saving grace was the cheering crowds urging and pulling every participant to the summit. The spectators would not allow any rider to quit. Because of them, I didn't.
Down hill, the town is a glorious sight after 100 miles of riding. As I screamed back through Main Street, I already saw other runners take their strides out while the elites were heading hard for home. I finished the bike in 6 hours and 49 minutes at 3:30PM, well before the cut-off at 5:30PM.
This day would soon be over. I took the Marathon with the mind-set "Don't get hurt, enjoy the day." Marathons aren't that hard; it's the pounding on the joints that hurt. After a 112-bike ride, the knees don't work as well as fresh legs.
The first five miles were slow, but the next 15 were even slower. To break 13 hours, I needed to pace my self at 10-minute miles. I was up to 10:30. By mile 20 I knew I wasn't going to make my goal and miss by 30 minutes. However, instead of packing it in, I decided to push the last 10,000 meters in an attempt to get as close to 13 hours as possible. With a mile left day faded into the night. “Darn,” I thought to myself, “it would have been nice to finish in day light.” The dejected feeling didn’t last long as the crowds at the finish line urged each runner to finish. Down Winnipeg Street, left turn at Lake Shore Drive, the loop and back down the street. There it was, the finish. 13 hours 17 minutes and 17 seconds.
I could be forever called an IRONMAN. I missed the time but I accomplished so much more. A friend once told me, “When you finish an Ironman, your life will change. Distance, time, effort, and fitness will never seem the same. They are no longer insurmountable obstacles, they are parts of the journey that make the challenge worthwhile.”
I thank Goodness that I finished. I thank my wife and son for the patience. I thank the NW Fitness team for the support. I realized why I did this event. It is the belief that ordinary people could do extra-ordinary things. Fitness is not ordinary to me. Living well is not ordinary nor is good health. They are things that must be worked upon. I believe in health, fitness, and well-being.
I can’t wait for the Portland & Seattle Marathons as well as IM Coeur d’Alene and IM Canada 2003.

Results: http://www.athlinks.com/Race/Event?raceID=108559&courseID=20189

Overall Results

A/G/OAthleteM/FAgeFinal
262 / 1037 / 1290Rome E DelasalasM3013:17:19