Berlin Marathon 2021

Successful completion of the 47th Berlin Marathon. The day started around 60° at race start but into an hour the temps jumped to 75° as well as humidity. Although I was a bit behind on pace at the half, I thought my 2nd half could be strong. At M17, I charged running down runners but approaching M21 the heat zapped my legs. Both calf muscles and left groin seized up in unison. I stopped for a moment but knew if I didn't get my legs moving, I would never restart them. I adjusted form, I took deeper breaths, and concentrated on "the mile I was in". Although I was not into the 7min pace, I was at least in the lower 8s. I can make the most of this day. Many people started to walk. I wouldn't be one regardless of the pain. I didn't come to Europe to sightsee, I came to RACE. I worked my way to Potsdam only 2miles left. I knew this area since I ran it during the week. Then the Berlin Konzerthaus, one mile. Last corner, in the distance Brandenburg Gate. "Screw it, Let's Go!". I flashed dead-center through columns. The crowd and the energy of fellow runners energized my body to transform in to a flat out sprint . I was four minutes behind goal. It didn't matter. I gave this course everything I had and finished it running hard. Circumstances may hinder you from your goals but sometimes the fight means more then the result.

Final Notes for Berlin (& Marathon Video). This was my 2nd international event, although it’s more like my first considering I used Tokyo Marathon as a running sightseeing tour rather than a race. Preparations. I chose Marathon Travel and Tours (Jeff Adams) company to help me with lodging, entry fees, Covid Testing, important meals (pre-marathon pasta night), touring of Berlin, and miscellaneous purchases (Photo/Video Package). It was probably the smartest thing I did for the trip. They took care of everything while also providing advice on both the Expo and Start/Finish. Flights. Grace (wife) started looking for international flights 2 months prior to departure. We locked into Delta flights since we were members. Most importantly, we used points to upgrade from coach to Sky Priority. We wanted Sky Priority for the extra leg room especially since we were traveling with-in 24 hours of the Marathon. Covid Testing. Although Marathon Tours provided the service. The Expo provide tests as well. These test are important for the flight back home. The requirement at the time was a PCR or Rapid test 3days prior. So If you leave Monday like we did, you would need to get your test on Saturday. If you intend to stay longer, there are facilities in town (in English) to also help, especially near the major hotels (Hilton, Marriot, Hyatt, etc.) RACE DAY My Hotel (Marriott) was only ½ mile from the Participants village (near Brandenburg Gate). There are plenty of port-a-potpies. However, make sure to bring your own bottle of water in case. It was difficult to find the refreshments area. Also, I chose the Poncho; the poncho is not a great souvenir, I would recommend getting a check in bag instead. Even though my hotel was relatively close it might have been better to just change shoes and clothes. The Race

This is a European/international Race. There are NO MILE Markers. It’s all in Km. If you are using a GPS. It does help but the GPS is not as accurate in the city and near taller buildings. Mine and others’ watches read +.20 to +.40 miles off. Mine actually read 26.47miles when I finished with my time being :02 seconds from the actual chip time. Hydration. The first half had refreshment and replenishment areas every 4.5KM (2.5miles). Most American events have stops ever 2miles at the star until M10. However, at the 2nd half here are stops every 2KM (mile). Every other stop has a drink other than water, it’s Tea. I don’t recommend it. It taste awful and it really doesn’t give you the electrolytes like an America Sports Drink (Gatoraid/Poweraid, etc). Recommend carrying four or more salt tablets or some form of electrolyte. A fellow runner I spoke with had a feeling the temps would jump (they went from 60 to 75-80degrees), she carried 8 tablets in a plastic bag to protect it from sweat. Nutrition and Gel. At every other hydration stop they will provide a banana/fruit. The sponsor Gel was Maurten. I carried six Huma packs, the Gel I trained with. I used all of them but picked up 3 Maurten packs as I ran past the table. They were helpful into the last 10K The Finish – SMILE Rounding the corner onto Unter den Linden Strasse toward Brandenburg Gate, the street to the finish is lined with cameras all waiting for you. SMILE. No matter how much it might hurt. Every shot of you will capture that moment. SMILE. Celebrate the moment with what comes to your heart. SMILE. The crowd lines your path, they are cheering you pumping you up to the finish. SMILE. Keep Running, there’s no need to slow down for a picture. The cameras will capture everything. Heck they even have a video for you with 6 different angles of your finish. Make sure you purchase the pre-photo package from SPORTSGRAF and pre-video package from Marathon Photos. The cost doubles after the race. They are part of the SCC registration for the marathon whether you use Marathon Tours or do it on your own. You will be glad you did. The biggest regret had nothing to do with the actual race. I wish we would have spent another day or two in Berlin. It is a beautiful city with so much history. We uncovered just a bit of it but it would have been wonderful to learn and experience more. I hope one day to return for another marathon or even pass by to travel more of Europe. The Berlin Marathon was more than worth it.

1986 Star Track V State High School Class AAA Track Championships - 4 x 100 DUAL

1986 Star Track V State High School Class AAA Track Championships - 4 x 100 DUAL

PRELUDE – NIGHT MOVES AGAINST THE WIND

The soundtrack for today’s run consisted of only two Bob Seger songs, “Against the Wind” and “Night Moves”.  I utilize a method to learn both the guitar and words of a song.   The repetition helps me understand the beat and delve deep into the lyrics.  I found this evening’s run conjure up memories of unbelievable speed and youth.    

SEEMS LIKE YESTERDAY, BUT IT WAS LONG AGO

On the way to the Washington State Meet our team crushed the 4x100 records for the West Central Districts and our North Puget Sound League Championship.  We lowered the John F Kennedy school record from 43.5 from the late 70s to 42 flat.  We had one thing left to prove.
My day started with great expectation and my breakfast ritual, English muffin with hot tea.  The meet opened at before noon in Tacoma with our preliminary heat starting at 2PM.  I would still need to attend morning classes and be excused by 8AM.  Before trekking to Tacoma, I needed to pickup my letterman jacket.  At the time my lovely girlfriend wore it during the year.  Unfortunately, being in another city and the inability to drive, she was unable to watch the event.  I stopped by her English class to retrieve it.  My Track Coach (Mr. Danforth) coincidently taught her class.  I knocked then entered, “Coach, I need to get something from a student.”  With a nod and “Hurry-up Delasalas,” I strolled to the back.  She took the jacket off and handed it to me.  I gave her a warm kiss, “Wish me luck?”  She replied with a smile.  I was ready to go.  

AND WE’D STEAL AWAY EVERY CHANCE WE COULD.
LINCOLN STADIUM – Star Track 1986

A year prior, I attended as a spectator.  I watched in amazement of the speed, concentration and will of all athletes.  As a Sophomore underclassman, I earned a varsity letter.  However, to compete at a State Championship was unfathomable.  This day not only would I be a participant, my team had the best shot in beating a defending champion. 
I arrived to a hot track, great conditions for a sprinter and fast racing.  The first event (100 meter dash) started at 11:45. Three of my fellow sprinting teammates qualified for the race.  Senior Bruce Harris, a bulk of a man with huge muscle mass built for football.  Junior Michael Wright, a fellow classmate and accomplished three-sport Athlete.   And, Sophomore Norman Golla, a slender framed sprinter whose results backed-up his cockiness.  Three heats determined who would qualify for the evening’s final.  All three of my teammates earned spots for the final. 
A bit nervous, Coach Danforth settled us down with comical remarks.  He sensed a bit of my anxiety and joked, “Delasalas you should be relaxed after making out with your girlfriend in the back of my classroom.”  I replied with a red-faced grin.  He laughed.

BREAKING ALL THE RULES THAT WOULD BEND
As 2:00PM rolled around, our relay would show case our combined speed.  However, we would need to wait until heat two.  Our main rival Garfield HS (and defending titleholder) took the first heat in a blistering 41.8 seconds.  Our boys look at each other in semi-disbelief over their run.  However, it was our moment next.   We gathered for our ritual moment of unity then headed to our corners.   Michael took the first leg, I took the second leg straight-away, Mike Kunst (Senior) took third corner leg and   Norman anchored the final stretch.  The Garfield time did not deter us.  We concentrated on getting to the final.

Michael bolted making quick work runners outside his stagger.  Once he hit my tapped mark it was time for me to rev and roll.  I took the baton already ahead of the outside lanes.  Approaching Mike Kunst’s semi-grin, I knew we were very much in the lead.  He took the baton, and, in a flash, railed the curve to pass the stick to Norman who easily finished first with a time of 41.9sec.  Another school-record.  Though the time was not ahead of Garfield, it was close enough to provide great confidence heading into the evening.
The lull of the afternoon gave us time to eat and relax in a mall near the track meet.  My teammates maintained a sense calm.  Three of them would compete for the same individual 100-meter dash championship.  We headed back to the track an hour before their race.  Each of them had their ritual but as a team we stretched together. 

LET THE COWBOYS RIDE

At 7PM, their time came.  All eight lanes occupied with the fastest high school boys in the state.  My vantage point was close to the half mark about halfway up the bleachers.  Runners in their blocks, then a pause and finally the explosion.  The sprinters bolted.  By the time the sprinters reached my point, a clear winner was evident.  Unfortunately, it was none of my teammates.  Norman was immediately behind.  Bruce and Michael were even to each other but behind the four of the runners.  The winner was from Jon Gary from Garfield.  The man I would line up against in the second leg of the upcoming relay. 
The 4x100 Relay Final fired at 9PM.  Michael and Norman were warmed up from completing their individual 100’s.  Mike and I stretched.  At 6’3”, Mike towered over me.  However, we kept a stretching routine to mentally prepare.  We maintained a calm, but we could feel a tenseness in the anticipation of the biggest race of our lives.
Mike and I met with Michael and Norman at the endzone nearest to the start line.  We circled arm over each shoulder with each right hand on the baton raising it up like Luke Skywalker raising his lightsaber.  This would soon be our moment.  Mike our Senior classman spoke the last words before the race, simply, “Let’s Go”.  With that we headed to our corners.

WATCH THE YOUNG MAN RUN
As we lined up in our lanes, Our team took lane 5 (“The Rabbit” lane) for earning the 2^nd fastest time of the afternoon heats.  However, Garfield was awarded lane 4 (“The Hunter’s” lane) for taking the fastest time.  The Garfield lineup comprised an All-State lineup.  Junior Jay Lofton took 1^st leg, Junior Jon Gary (recently crowned 100M & 200M State Champion) on 2^nd leg, Senior Clyde Duncan (3^rd place State 200M) on 3^rd leg, and anchored by Mark Phillips (State record holder 300M IM Hurdles, 110M High Hurdles Champion).  On paper invincible.  However, we met Garfield in the April Highline Relay Invitationals shocking them by being side by side at the finish.  Barley losing by only a step.  This time they knew who we were and how fast we became.  
I marked off my take off steps in anticipation of Michaels speed and baton pass.  Prior to the gun sounding, I set up my stance and I looked over my left shoulder.  Lane 5 is slightly ahead of lane 4.  There was Jon Gary, the fastest high school track athlete in the state in the Hunter’s lane.  I knew well that I did not have the matching speed, but, if he was going to beat my leg, he was going to earn it.  

I FELT THE LIGHTENING AND WAITED ON THE THUNDER

The gun sounded, Michael was a step ahead of the Garfield Senior.  Once he reached my set mark, I took off.  My arm flipped back and hand in a V-shape ready to take the baton.  Michael placed the baton in the web between my thumb and index, “Perfect Pass”.  It was my turn, I churned hard.  I made up staggers on lane 6, 7, and 8.  I was flying!  My joy was short lived.  First hearing the steps, then the flash in the corner of my left eye, the lead Michael bestowed vanished.  The 100M State Champion bolted past me in a helpless instant.  Upon reaching Mike, the Garfield sprinter made up the stagger and gave his team a 5-meter lead.  

It was uncommon for the times, but I yelled at Mike in the loudest scream, “GO MIKE, GO!!!!”  In those days, quite transitions were the norm.  Yet, after our last hand-off ever (and our best), I cheered Mike, trying to will him to go faster.  Mike tried to pull back the ground I lost the team, even taking a step from Garfield’s 3^rd leg.   But as he passed off to Norman, Garfield’s anchor already received the baton several steps ahead of us.  Norman valiantly tried to keep pace, Mark Phillips would not be denied his 3^rd State Title of the meet.  

I WOKED UP LAST NIGHT TO THE SOUND OF THUNDER. HOW FAR OFF I WONDERED
The Garfield relay team destroyed the state record with an electronic time of 41.34 (besting the old mark by .4 secs).  For our efforts, we took second place only a few steps behind earning a new school record and the 3^rd fastest time in Washington State history at 41.73.  Wilson high school took a distant 3^rd place, ½ a second from our time.  

Our team gathered at the finish line.  Grouped together, we shared our disappointment and headed back to the stands to a jubilant coaching staff who were all smiles.  Though we didn’t know it, we pushed another team to a record to that still stands 34 years later.  We dressed in our uniform warm-ups to receive our awards.  We stood one step below the champions.  Our faces solemn, it was hard to be happy though much was accomplished.  A championship so close.

AIN’T IF FUNNY HOW THE NIGHT MOVES
Mike and I drove to the hotel Norman’s father set-up for the race-weekend.  Hanging out for a moment, we asked Mr. Golla for two of his cigarettes.  Mike and I headed to the parking lot to recap the race.  As we sat smoking, we didn’t want to cry.  This was Mike’s last race but I sensed relief that his journey was complete.  I had one more year to try again.  Mike’s work was done. No more hard intervals and track workouts.  He knew he gave his best and he seemed proud knowing he left with a school record.  I left him with a half hug and "Rocky-Apollo Creed" hand grip.  I would be in his place next year.
I drove back home to make my first call to my girlfriend.  Before I could utter a word, she said she saw the results on the local sports news.  She was happy but knew I was disappointed.  Her comfort over the phone help me cope.  I need her soft supporting voice.  WISH I DIDN’T KNOW NOW, WHAT I DIDN’T KNOW THEN.

THOSE DRIFTER’S DAYS ARE PAST ME NOW.

My run tonight (34 years later) differed from the all-out speed of a 17 year old.  My evening ended into a heavy wind during the last loop.  Storm clouds descending upon me filling the evening with darkness.  My night moves became difficult against the wind drenching me in rainwater in my already sweat soaked attire.  My soundtrack played Seger multiple times into a poetic moment of remembrance and reality.  I still cherish that 1986 moment (maybe too much).  In the end, I’M OLDER NOW BUT STILL RUNNING AGAINST THE WIND.

1986 Program
https://www.tacomasportsmuseum.com/track-field-programs/
1986 4x100 Heat Assignments
https://issuu.com/tacomasportsmuseum/docs/2004.37.16/22
1987 4x100 Results for 1986
https://issuu.com/tacomasportsmuseum/docs/2004.37.13/22

Final HS Team Track Meet

This was a significant Friday for my HS Track. It was my Final Team Meet of my Senior year (May 8, 1987), 33years ago.

We ran a triple meet (Auburn, JFK, and a Kent school). My usual Sprinting/Relay Teammates were either occupied or unable to participate in any sprinting. That left me and my friend Makota Yoshida (Relay Alternate) as the only varsity experienced sprinters.

I ran fast enough to win the 100m (PR'd with 10.9sec) and won the 200m. In the 4x100, Coach Danforth told me to stay with the 2nd leg. Sophomore Rich Crotty took 1st leg, another Junior had 3rd leg and Makota (anchor). Rich ran very hard but the Kent and Auburn guys were just a bit faster. When the baton was passed to me there was a 10meter gap. I bolted hard towards the rival teams. I had never been this far behind since I dropped the baton Junior year (a race that we won). With a boost of adrenaline, I lasered-in and chewed them up like ghosts in PACMAN giving the team a 5meet lead. Unfortunately, leg 3 and Makota couldn't match the Auburn runners. Fortunately, we beat the Kent guys.

I remember that race and day because of the exhilaration to rip apart the 2nd leg. Coach D told me my split was 10.8sec. I didn’t think my short-stubby Filipino legs could roll that fast.

Meet points for placing were 5-First, 3-Second, and 1-Third. Since I won the 100m and 200m against two schools, I actually earned 20points. The next week Head Coach Ryan told me the I earned the NPSL Track Athlete of the Week because of that meet. It was my last team track meet before League, District and State meets.

Later that month, just 3 days after competing in State (6th place - 4x100), Coach Danforth presented me with the Coaches Award plaque at my Graduation. I'd like to think after 4 years I left in a brilliant blaze. I left that school leaving my heart on the track.

Today, I’m still enjoying the journey. From cold dreariness to hot days, I cherish each step. I enjoy the competition and the challenge of toeing the line against runners of all colors, ethnicities, and genders. We are Comets streaming a path to capture a moment. God How I Love it.

CHICAGO MARATHON by Romadel Delasalas

SHE’S MY RUSHMORE -

A brisk wind breezed between the Chicago skyscrapers on the chilly warmup run.   Marathoners made their way to the Grant Park start line.  My hotel was only few yards across the street.  Careful logistical considerations were set once I received event acceptance in January.  However, serious race training started immediately after a poor 2019 Boston Marathon.  On Patriot’s Day 2019, I carried ten extra pounds leading to disappointing results.  I knew changes needed to occur to the body, heart and mind.  I took my goal 3:05 goal with determined ferocity.   This cool windy Chicago day energized my redemption.

TEMPERING STEEL –

Square One in the plan involved improving the core and losing weight.  Weight loss proved easy without starving or anything faddish.  I maintained disciplined eating through balance, timing and eating more.  I ate more fruits, minimized fats, and ate at times right after a run while the body was still burning calories.  Never full or empty.  Improving the core was as simple, no sit-ups.  Timed front and side planks stabilized my core and back.  Weekly yoga sessions supplemented my flexibility, meditation, and strength training. 

A marathoner must run.  I boosted my mileage from 70 miles per week in May to 80 miles a week in June.  By July and August, my monthly mileage was 360 and 475miles for the months.  Each run accomplished something meaningful while quelling demons and doubts from within.  Discipline on the road mattered most regardless the hour, night or day.  The 4AM run became common-place.  My mind needed to say to itself, “We can do this all day.”

SHARPENING THE SWORD –

Razor sharp blades cut the deepest.   Luckily, I have one of the BEST edge-shapers in Memphis.  Four years working together, Coach Kevin Leathers knew my weaknesses and strengths.  In this cycle, he noticed a higher level of fitness and endurance.  To sharpen the running prowess, emphasis needed to be place on the long run and racing. 

The long run simulated consistent moderate speeds that kept me on my feet for an extended period always on the move, my lungs had limited recovery time.  I preplanned routes and stashed water & fuel along the way, so I’d never need to stop or take a break.  At a point after the halfway, the pace would increase to a fast tempo.  The evolutions took great patience and discipline from a tendency to go fast at the beginning.  If played correctly, the runner should have a lot in the tank at the finish. 

Racing provide me the mental confidence to run with anyone.  Many think a race is a matter of beating competitors.  Truth be told, it’s about being with another person trying to get to the finish line just like you.  I would even train with competitors who would turn out to be great friends such as my Tipton Country Running Friends.  I was learning not to be afraid of other runners since they are running their own race.  I completed nine races after the Boston Marathon placing well.  I faced down my internal demons by facing competitors and friends.  Chicago awaited. 

CHI-TOWN ARRIVAL –

My Mother, Ninang (Filipina Godmother), Grace (wife) and I scheduled our flight arriving early Friday morning to avoid the crowds.  Organizers automated the entire check in.  Upon arriving to the first checkpoint, an attendant scanned my packet pickup barcode sending an instantaneous notification to my pickup location.  Once at the pickup location, two fellows greeted me, “Mr. Delasalas, Your Packet is ready.  Pleases review.” Talk about high speed. 

I didn’t dilly-dally with too many Expo sponsors.  I sought out to speak with my coach at the St. Jude booth talk about the game plan.  He asked what I envisioned.  My entire plan relied on staying behind a pacer and following them to the end.  Coach Kevin responded, “That may work, however, you have to depend on yourself if things go awry.”  He referred to my 2018 New York City Marathon where crowds swept me away from the pacers and I panicked then blew up my pace.  “If you must, make sure to mark time on each of the mile clocks and remember what time you started.  Then go ‘old school’ and calculate your pace.  Be engaged in the moment and THINK.”   

HOLY COW!  IT’S SATURDAY –

My parents attempted the 2017 Boston 5K.  My Mom PR’d (43 minutes) while my father blew out his knee on the first mile requiring me to carry him 2.5 miles to the finish.  This year only my Mom and I took on the Chicago course.  Despite the wind and cold, I remained positive telling my Mother, “It’s going to be okay.  It’s not too cold.  You are going to be Great.”  She was rolling along in beautiful form throughout the entire race despite minor knee discomfort.  Before she knew it, she found herself at Mile 3 running to the finish with new PR of 42minutes!  We celebrated with a nice brunch at the hotel.  Taking my coaches advice, I stayed off my feet for the entire day to watch college football or sleep.  I would only get up into the evening to celebrate Catholic Mass. 

Tucked between tall buildings, St. Peter’s Catholic Church rested in the middle of the Chicago Downtown Loop.  My Mother, ever the churchgoer, settled us at the second row.  At the end of Mass, the Priest asked all marathon participants to the alter for a blessing.  He was surprised to see over 75 runners join him. 

Leaving the church, I noticed Father speaking to man wearing a Bank of America Official’s badge and a Road Racing Club of America (RRCA) sweater.  I introduced myself and told the man I was a registered coach of that organization.  He shook my hand telling me he was the National President of the RRCA, Mr. Mitchell Garner of Michigan.  I mentioned that I certified to give back and volunteer coach.  Moved, he pullout a cloth from his briefcase.  It was an Olympic flag signed by many Olympians including the Great Captain Billy Mills, USMC (Gold Medalist 10,000m Tokyo-1964).   As we left each other, Mr. Garner imparted words of wisdom from Capt. Mills to help inspire me for the marathon.

"Your life is a gift from the Creator. Your gift back to the Creator is what you do with your life."

RACE DAY –

Following a great slumber, I woke fresh at 4AM as if it was a normal workout day.  I grabbed a granola bar, took a brisk two-mile run, and returned to dress into my race kit.  I headed to Grant Park at 7AM, I was in Red Wave, Coral B.  The wave gate would close at 7:20.   Once, I figured out the lay of the venue, It was already 7:15, my gate would close in 5minutes and I still had my check-in bag!  I quickly checked in my bag.  Now, I had less than one minute to the gate.  Apparently, ten other runners failed to monitor time like me.  We sprinted to the gate with only 10 seconds left to spare.  Still sprinting, we funneled fast like X-Wing Fighters though the Death Star corridors leading to our corals. 

Once in the corals, I looked for the pacers.   As feared, the pacers were at the very front of the coral and I was at the very back.  Shades of NYC Marathon were repeating.  However, instead of concern, I drew upon Coach Kevin’s advice and game plan.  The strategy involved staying close to goal time (7:03s) for two hours.  Then at the third hour, put the hammer down. 

With a prayer, I crossed the start with glance at the clock reading 7:35AM.  My start was only 5 minutes behind the running clock.  My forearm listed each mile mark time.

GO TIME –

The start itself was magical.  Coral B was only a few yards from the head of a gigantic line.  After crossing the line, runners sped to their pace through a dark quiet tunnel heading to a light.  Once in the sun the intensity of cheers roared with people lining the sidewalks.  Pockets of dead-spots isolated runners at Boston and New York.  Not Chicago, spectators lifted every marathoner to the very end,

My race started slow and I found myself losing time, two to five seconds per mile.  However, I didn’t feel the need to tense.  In fact, my circumstantial running partner amused me.  A Japanese man dressed in a Minnie Mouse outfit (skirt and all).  The crowd would yell out cheers for “MINNIE”!  I chuckled and gestured to the running Minnie.  In those moments, I realized not to take the moment to seriously and enjoy the run. 

Unfortunately, Minnie didn’t run fast enough.  By the 13.1mile (Half) mark, I was a 1.5 minutes behind schedule.  However, I didn't panic.  I kept telling myself, “You are fine, relax, your time will come.”  As luck would have it, Coach Kevin happened to be at the half-way rooting me on.  His presence boosted my morale. 

At mile 17, I threw aside 2 hours of patience and unleashed 7 months of focused energy.  Recalling Jack London’s ‘Credo’ to fit the moment, “Run Like a brilliant blaze.  A superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow. Runners and Spectator alike will know YOU ran this Day!”  I would either become burnt ash or lightning flash at the finish. I took inventory of any pains. Feeling none, I flipped the switch. “Nine miles to make something special.”

THE PUSH –

I felt my speed increase to sub 7’s.  I ran hard the next mile and my watch confirmed my feeling.  Now rolling under 6:50s, I kept the pace going into 20 miles.  My mind fully engaged, my body ran like a finely tuned sports car, and I passed bundles runners.  I was flying fast, relaxed and awake in the moment.

Mile 23 and I'm going for it. I know I have less than 25minutes left of this race.  No sign of leg cramp, stomach pain, chest cave or light-headedness.  No signs of anything that hindered me in past Marathons.  My system in full operational and ready for MAXIMUM EFFORT! 

I flew through Chinatown and gave a quick nod-bow to a temple.  I hit Southside and slapped hands with guy holding a Boom Box.  I cruised through a school zone speed indicator reading 9MPH.  I crossed the bridge headed back into the Chicago Loop, this race was close to over.

THE FINISH - FLY THE ‘W’ –

Leave nothing on the table! Bet everything on you!

Back onto Michigan Avenue toward Grant Park, I knew I had made up the time and more to meet my 3:05 goal. With every step, the euphoria started to seep into me. Full sprint to the finish, I cross the line both fists clenched in my personal victory and let out a WARCRY. The kind the Marines taught me at Officer Candidate School that comes from Chest, Heart and SOUL! I didn't beat a person. I beat internal limitations. I Out-Ran Myself Today.

Sashaying in happiness back to the hotel, I noticed I defeated my pre-race soundtrack of 46 Tracks making it to only 45 songs.  Reaching the front of the hotel, my jubilant family celebrated with me.  My mom gave me a balloon just as she did when I won a 50yrd dash in Catholic Youth Sports as an 8yr old boy.  It was cool then, darn if it wasn't cool today.  I knew I did something very special.  Initial online results read, 3:03:22 (six-minute personal record). 

I reflected on another quote from Capt. Mills.  "The ultimate is not to win, but to reach within the depths of your capabilities and to compete against yourself to the greatest extent possible. When you do that, you have dignity. You have the pride. You can walk about with character and pride no matter in what place you happen to finish."

❤ YOUR RUNNING / ❤ YOUR NEIGHBOR

 
On my way home from Rin's Hill, I stopped to greet the elderly man whose wife past some months back. I expressed how much his words meant to me last month and how I appreciated the chocolates she'd give me. He said, She was the kindest and most beautiful woman. The 54years of marriage was the happiest of his life. He loved when she smiled. She smiled every time I ran by saying, "There goes that runner." He chuckled as he thought of her. I formally introduced myself. He introduced himself as J-A-Y Bailey. 
Well Mr. Bailey, I'll be stopping by to check up on you and we can share smiles together.

MRTC RRS 1st 5M (August 2019)

Mystery Achievement - Master's 1s Place
4th of 1031 Overall 
1st of 72 Age Group 50-54
Chicago training ramped mileage to +100 week with more intensity on hills and track-work (400s). My legs should be tired, but with good rest Saturday, race day seemed like a good day to accomplish something special. However, soupy humidity played havoc on everyone at sunrise. I stood at the start, the fog I drove to the event in did not lift. The thick dense mist felt like scenes from a Stephen King novel. This was going to be a heck of a ride with a goal of 33minutes. 
The gun sounded and my engine rose to churn my legs into gear. Like a shot, I went right after the lead pack. I stuck right behind them. Rayder the Legend disappeared in my first few steps. “No need to chase that,” I though. But the cluster lead of 5-7 runners including the amazing Rita Jorgenson (2015 RRS Winner), seemed abnormally within my reach. “Was the heat doing that much damage to them?” 
I tailed the group for the first mile until the pace quicken. The 5miler notoriously rounds many curves. The key is to run the tangent and fix the line to the best cut. Find that course and don’t deviate. As other runner rounded wide on a turn, I cut sharp and accelerated hard and fast. By mile three, I was in sixth position. 
Target one showed kinks in his armor immediately, his head stooped, shoulders drooped, and he kept looking at his watch. Though painful, I knew I wanted to be on that course more than he did. I approached him and made an inside move on his wide turn then gunned past. I didn’t bother to turn to look at what I did, I went immediately after target two. 
Bogie #2 was relatively close to my last pass. A false flat opened an opportunity. Not a hill grade, the street rose just enough to cause discomfort. Instead of treating it as flat, I lifted my knees, effort and air intake. I charged hard up sucking in the warm morning liquid vapors. Each breath was clogging my lungs like a clove cigarette at a New Wave 80’s dance club. I knew I needed and liked the air, but this air was not good for me at all. However, in the back of my mind I though, “If this is bad for me? This is really bad for the guy in front of me if he didn’t train in it this week like I did.” With that thought, I opened-up and went passed him in a hard charge.
All that was left was the park. I had not looked at my watch once since mile one. However, I knew two things: I felt fast and I hardly had any targets ahead. I couldn’t even hear the last person I passed. I could only run this for myself, for my time. 
The park rounds a baseball field and onto another windy paved path. My mind danced a game of let up or hammer hard. If I let up, who would care? No one would know if I cruised the last 1/2mile. No one would know but YOU. My burning psyche would never allow “Money Left on the Table”. The IT monster in the Fog and inside me rose up and unleashed a horrendous fast leg rotation. The IT reasoned, “You are running a brilliant race. YOU WILL NOT FINISH WITH ANYTHING LESS THAN YOUR BEST DARN IT!”
As the finish approached, the clock read 31:XX. My Personal Best was 32:24. I crossed the line at 31:48. I just crushed my best 5miler by +30seconds. With hands on knees almost in prayer, I looked back to see no runners approach. I left the monster on the course…….

"WE RUN FOR LOVE"

A funk drew a cloud over me since Monday. A +30yr memory occupied my psyche. I took to running, RUNNING HARD. At times at torrential paces. I asked friends for prayers and tore into the track and road. During my evening 6miler, the triviality of it ceased.
For years, running to Rin’s hill meant running by this white home (pictured). An elderly woman occupied the porch with her little Pug pooch. It would bark frantically at me while she told me the little guy meant no harm. Passing her brightened my run and provided encouragement just before taking on grueling intervals workouts up Rin’s Hill. Sometimes the sweet woman offered me a cookie or chocolate bar when my body dragged from the hard work out. 
Over the past months, I notice she wasn’t on her porch bench. She wasn’t out there today on a pleasurable evening. As I approached her home, her husband drove his tractor to the front of the home. I paused and waved for him to stop. 
“Beautiful Day,” I said, “I notice the Missus hasn’t been around”. 
The elderly man pleasantly smiled, “My wife… She died now 18 months back in January 2018.” 
I gently grabbed his arm and replied, “I am So Sorry My Friend.” 
He patted my hands in appreciation. “It was her time son…. You know, she thought the world of you. You were an inspiration to her with all that runnin’. She sure loved to watch you run.” 
I gently tightened my grip on his arm. “Thank You Sir. God Bless You.” His other hand continued patting my hands. I let go and smiled. Turn back to the Road. With a sigh and deep breath sped on my way.
My funk of previous days reared itself from memories five American Presidents past. Yet, just as inconsequential saw a woman on a porch waiving hello now passed away. The later put into context my what I must cherish; Those who care about me in the present. To be at peace with old spirits and Love what is in front of you. Especially when she gives you cookies. 😉

MRTC RRS 1st 5K (July 2019)

Master's 2nd Place
15th of 1206 Overall
1st of 79 Age Group 50-54

Apprehensive over coming back to the MRTC RRS since 2017, not dread but the feeling of being good enough again. Estimated goal time Sub20.

With cloud cover, sprinkles and a minimized heat signature, the worry faded the moment my magnetic chip triggered. Everything my coach (Kevin/Can't Stop Endurance) instilled (over 4 yrs worth) activated by steading my tempo to match lead runners.

Weary not to blast the first mile, the focus was to maintain good breathing and sense runners next to me. Closing in on each runner, my thoughts calculated what cards their labored breathing held. I read their tempo and patterns. The moment a runner missed a beat, it opened a moment to capitalize. No domination, just acceleration and ensure the next target was in view. The race became a Mario Go-Kart video game, the fun came back, this was JOY my body remembered.

In the final mile, my senses felt my tank held more reserves. This body can go for something more than the pre-race goal. In front of me, 200 meters and four runners. Hunt down just one. Tally-ho! With a swift pass by one of the four, my trajectory punched it to the line.

At race end, Coach Kevin handed me a “Recovery Popsicle”. Recapping my last push, I told Kevin, “Man, all I could think was Fast Feet, things we talk about over the years”. He replied, “You know the program more than most.” Likely its ingrained now.

Excited for the up coming series events and what this old body can do. @ Memphis Botanic Garden

THE SEATTLE ROCK & ROLL HALF MARATHON 2019: The Cruise

PROLOGUE

The excitement built as we prepared for our first cruise.  As a Naval Officer in the late 90s, driving a warship along the Alaskan coast did not compare to the relaxation of a 7-day pleasure excursion.

Notoriously known for the gluttony of eating and sloth of lounging,  cruise ships furnish daily activities uncommon to me.  Determined to arrive on board in great shape, what better way to prepare than to enter a Half Marathon race the day of departure?

Yes, you heard that right.  Hours before boarding a joyful cruise ship, a crazed Half Marathon needed competing.  “Typical Rome!”

Just a week prior, the Navy Ten Nautical Miler (11.51 miles) garnered a Master’s (+40yr old) win.  Emphasizing running from within and a clear mind, the effort earned an overall place of 4th among 1300 participants in a time of 1h18m10s (6:48 Pace).  The race turned out better than hoped affording time to spare to attend church in Sunday slacks and dress shirt.

Top - Getting my Bib at C-Link; Bottom - Training on Rin's Hill; Right - Finishing the Navy 10 NM (1June2019)

The fitness and aesthetic aspects in a half marathon provided one motivation.  However, another motivation came in the form of my Nanay (Grandmother) Rosing passing just two years ago.  Running the Half honored her as a “Celebration of Life”.  A mere four seconds accomplished the 1h30m a mission that day

Determined to make a better showing, the goal of 1h29min set the stage.  However, this course presented a much harder challenge.  It rolled through the city for two miles, then on Interstate-5 Express way for 3miles and flattened for another 5 miles.  The toughest challenge came at mile 10 where the steep 9% grade of Queen Anne Hill elevated runners 350 feet straight up in one mile.  Just surviving loomed and the race didn’t look like a Personal Record (PR) event, but hope reaching the goal required mental fortitude. 

GETTING INTO SEATTLE

We arrived at SEATAC Airport at 2AM and at my Aunt’s condo by 3AM Saturday morning.  After a needed five hours sleep, the three-mile run to C-Link Stadium to obtain my race bib gave me a fresh start to the day.   Anticipation for a hustle bustle day with family lunch and a mini-high school reunion dinner.

Being fit helps me focus and provides a confidence to speak to everyone as if in the presence of kings or giants.  My mind and body pay respect to those present with full attention.  In previous meetings with high-school classmates, my unhealthy lifestyle cause me to wither or turn to a drink.  However, with mental attentiveness, the night’s laughter and conversation brought joyful camaraderie, reflection, and united good will within us. 

John F. Kennedy High School Class of 87 Mini-Reunion.
Right to left: Fred Baisch, Me, Do and Van Nguyen, Tara and Ed Esteron
Spaghetti Factory, South Center

The amazing night lent itself to a warm comfortable exhaustion appropriate for a great slumber.

MORNING HAS BROKEN LIKE THE FIRST MORNING

A mile separated my Aunt’s home and the start line.  Getting to the venue, factoring a Port-a-Potty break (also considering the long lines) and getting to Coral #1 linked itself into place.  Unfortunately, to reach my coral required me transit through a sea of 12,000 runners, almost two city blocks. Making it just in time, my ritual of saying the “Lords Prayer” for a safe race started my event.

Previous starts in Coral #1 caused anxiety by lining up with running elites.  However, the apprehension didn’t dawn on me today.  In fact, calm determination and concentration ruled the morning.  A special meeting and pleasure cruise awaited me upon completion of the race.

Coral #1 lead the way as the gun sounded.  With quick glances at my watch, my strategy implemented itself immediately like a lightning bolt.  Fast acceleration during first mile after which locking into a pace on the edge of contentment and insanity all the while keeping a harmonious break-neck rhythm.

Starting next to the Seattle Space Needle, the Monorail line shadowed the first mile leading to Westlake Center (the heart of the city) then down to the Columbia Tower.  These same streets just 35 summers past, saw a cigarette in hand and days of wandering youth.  Today, this greying man scorched down the same streets to a left-turn into the I-5 Expressway tunnel.

The dark and quite tunnel eerily sounded like New York City Marathon’s Queensborough Bridge with its patter of runner’s footsteps.  The location that shred hopes of a PR.  However, on this morning, my pace remained steady alongside charging runners as we rolled over the Ship Canal Bridge heading off the Freeway towards the University of Washington.

Negotiating a hard sloping right turn onto Northlake Way and the 5-mile marker, in another mile my dear friends, Rob and Vicky patiently waited to root for me.  The previous day, a message was sent to Vicky to expect me at the Freemont/10K mark around 7:15AM (45 minutes from race start).  Luckily, they arrived five minutes early because my velocity approached them with a 42-minute 10K.  As they cheered me, I yelled back “I LOVE YOU GUYS”.  Seeing them raised my spirits and emboldened my pace.  

Seeing Rob and Vicki on Northlake Way (Photo taken by Vicki Stewart)

With half the race completed, Mile 7 approached quickly.  Running to conserve energy gave me a better chance to survive the looming Queen Anne Hill.  However, my mind said, “Stay with the pack, keep up, and don’t let UP!”  Flashing by the Burke-Gillman Trail and over the Ballard locks, Mile 9 provided the last relatively flat surface.

Queen Anne rapidly approached.

QUEEN ANNE HILL

My path turned right at Mile 10, the beginning of going one mile straight up Queen Anne Hill.  In my 30s, occasionally training this hill instilled a tempered mental toughness.  At 50yrs old, this reacquaintance invoked visions of relentless pain.  My beloved Rin’s Hill near my home rose merely 75 feet elevation change over a quarter mile; Queen Anne towered four times longer and higher.  No hills in West Tennessee compared.    

Approaching the hill, my mind cleared then filled with positive thoughts.  “He we go, this is your MOMENT!”  My cadence steadied but more power resonated in each step.  “Bound and Dance this Hill”, my mind willed my body to pass struggling runners. My system in full throttle and resolute on the task at hand staving off any discomfort for as long as possible.

At the middle of the hill (half-mile up), the hurt started to chip at my pain shield.  By the ¾ mark to the top, the lungs gasped for breath, sunrays penetrated my skull, and wrenching strain found its way into every leg fiber.  “LIFT!” was the constant reminder, “Don’t You Dare Give IN!, Don’t worry about time, just keep form.”  My respect for Queen Anne started many years prior.  A beautiful backdrop to the city, she was an epic challenge to the course.  I felt a strange honor in running her slopes giving my best while never slowing to a walk. 

Any negative clamor met a smile and a singing intonation, “No one can take this from me for I made the MOMENT happen.  Enjoy everything about it, even the discomfort.”

The apex finally arrived.  The one-mile ascent somehow took less than 8 minutes.  The Rock and Roll organizers promised a gorgeous Emerald view at the top.  They did not disappoint with the appearance of Elliot Bay, West Seattle, the Waterfront, Space Needle and, of course, Mount Rainer.  “The Treasures of Seattle” adored since my childhood continued my love Pacific Northwest.  The rest of the race finished downhill. Unfortunately, the most dangerous part of the course.

Thankfully the typical rain of Seattle did not encroach this day.  Wet road might play serious havoc with a slippery decline.  The steep decent crushed quads and missteps could cause severe tumbles to serious injury.  A female runner flew by me with reckless abandon as she flailed her arms.  My tactic utilized controlled caution by shortening the length of my stride and speeding up my leg revolutions as gravity provided the boosted.  The base of the Space Needle closed in, the same location where the race started.

FINISHLINE: “The End of the Race but Not of the Day”

The final kick came with the last turn to the finish line.  Reminding myself, “Be Light, and get “Fast Feet”, my closing dash drew me to the line where the clock read 1h29m and a goal accomplished.  However, hardly any runners populated the finishing area.  
Looking back, just three runners rounded the last turn.  The finishers venue harkened of a ghost town.  Working my way to the results computer, the unofficial results read 1:29:12 and 71st overall (later finding out 9,925 participants completed the half marathon) good enough for the top 1%.  The bulk of runners would approach 20 minutes later.

Rushing back to my Aunt’s home ordered the new mission with little time to celebrate.  My wife and son already packed our bags.  My parents soon arrived with surprise that the race already happened.  With a quick shower, change of clothes, and packing of the car, we made our way across the city to West Seattle for our special meeting.

My Grandmother died the morning of June 9, 2017.  Today was June 9th.  Though the purpose of coming to Seattle mainly involved boarding a ship for a week of fun, no way would we miss the chance to see her on this day.

Our Special Meeting for the Day.

With a kiss on her gravestone, a prayer and showing off my medal to her, we departed uplifted by her spirit.  My watch read 10AM.  The day started with a half marathon, a drive across the city, and visit to my Grandmother all within 4-hours.  A chuckle formed in my chest. I made the most of my time.

Time for Vacation.