This weekend, I traveled to Savannah, GA to run
the Rock ‘n’ Roll Savannah Marathon. The
weekend didn’t go the way I expected, but I eventually finished a race.
This was my first trip to Savannah, but I could only stay
two nights, as this trip was sandwiched between two longer trips. I stayed downtown at the Hampton Inn. A week before the trip, I got an email
reminder from the hotel. When I saw the
dates of my reservation, I panicked. I
was flying to Savannah on the 6th and flying home on the 8th, but my hotel reservation
was for November 5-7. Normally, there
would have been plenty of time to change the reservation (assuming they weren’t
fully booked). This was a rewards stay
(i.e. I used Hilton HHonors points to get two free nights). Rewards stays can’t be cancelled or changed
within 21 days of arrival. Oops.
I called the hotel.
Because it was a rewards stay, they told me I had to call the corporate
number. I called the HHonors Diamond hotline and they were willing to bend the rules for me, but they had to check
with the hotel. After a few minutes on
hold, I found out the hotel was also willing to bend the rules for me. It was a busy weekend, but they could find a
room for me on the 7th. I don’t think
they would have done that if I wasn’t at the top level of their loyalty
program. Loyalty pays.
In the days leading up to this trip, I watched the
forecast. I saw it would get up to 80 degrees
during the race. Given the proximity to
the coast, I assumed it would also be humid.
I’ve heard of a number of races that have been cancelled under similar
conditions. I was hopeful that Savannah
is used to hot humid weather and would be less likely to overreact.
Then I got an email from the race organizers. It informed us that it was going to be hot
and had advice for coping with the conditions.
I considered this to be a good sign.
They knew it would be hot, but they weren’t cancelling the race.
Earlier in the week, I did a quadzilla in New Mexico. During those races I was experiencing increasing
discomfort in my right leg. I had three
days off to recover, but I didn’t know if that would be enough. I approached this race the same way as those. I would run as long as I was comfortable, but
I’d switch to walking if running became painful.
Packet pickup was at the Savannah International Trade &
Convention Center on Hutchinson Island, which is across the Savannah River from
downtown. This was the view from my
hotel room.
To get to the expo, I had to take a ferry. The closest place to board a ferry was a
landing behind the town hall.
I chose a restaurant by walking down Bay Street and looking
at menus. I ended up having a BBQ pork
pizza at a bar that specialized in BBQ.
The course was point to point, starting downtown on Bay
Street and finishing at the south end of Forsyth Park. The start corrals were right outside my hotel. This race has a generous time limit, so I was
able to carry a camera and take pictures.
I didn’t rent a car, so the race was my only opportunity to do
sightseeing outside the downtown area.
In contrast to all my recent races, the weather was warm
from the beginning. The overnight low was
69 degrees, but sky high humidity made it feel much warmer. Humidity must have been 100 percent. There was fog everywhere. I knew it would get into the low 80s by the
end of the race. For once, I didn’t have
to worry about keeping my legs warm. I wore
shorts and a singlet from the start.
Knowing it would be warm when I finished, I didn’t need to bother with a
gear bag.
In July, I started wearing an elastic bandage to protect my
right leg from further injury. That
worked, but caused an imbalance in my stride that caused me to injure my left
leg. In August, I switched to wearing KT
tape on both legs. That worked wonders
for my left leg. My right leg was doing
OK until I ran marathons four days in a row.
On the fourth day, pain in my right leg forced me to stop and put on a
compression wrap. The wrap is
convenience, because it’s easy to adjust, but it’s hot. In Saturday’s weather, it wasn’t really an
option. I considered going back to
wearing the elastic bandage for this race but made a last-minute decision to
stick with the KT tape.
There were 21 start corrals, with staggered start
times. Corral assignments were based on
your estimated finish time. When I
entered this race, I was healthy, and I was running much faster. My estimated finish time was 3:25. That was a reasonable estimate when I
registered, but I can’t run that fast now.
Based on that estimate, I was assigned to corral two. You’re not allowed to start in front of your
assigned corral, but you can move back. I started in corral eight, in part
because the entrance to that corral was right in front of my hotel. That had me starting somewhere in the middle
of the pack.
By the time my corral crossed the starting line, roughly 20
minutes had elapsed since the leaders started.
The race is chip timed, so I didn’t think those 20 minutes would be
important. I was wrong.
The course is fairly flat.
I think the biggest hill is about 45 feet. In the first mile, we went up a ramp, and I
could see runners rising ahead of me.
Then they disappeared into the fog.
Did I mention the high humidity?
Because I was in the start area for so long before we
started moving, my legs were initially stiff.
In the first few miles, I saw a few runners I knew. Each time I saw someone I knew, I ran or walked
with them so we could chat. Before I
knew it, my legs were feeling better.
The first time I reached an aid station, it was hard to get
to a table through all the other runners.
I bypassed the first few tables and got a cup of water from the last
table. Hydrating was important in the
oppressive humidity. Some aid stations
had water and Gatorade. Others just had
water. When Gatorade was available, I
drank two cups.
I didn’t check my pace until three miles. I started a little slower than 10 minutes per
mile. After a few miles, I slowed to 11. At that pace, I didn’t feel like I was
working too hard, but I was covered with sweat.
I had to wait for the fog to burn off before I could take
any pictures. We went by this church
after about five miles.
We passed a number of town squares and other green spaces.
Around eight miles, I saw a runner down on the side of the
road. There were already several people
attending to him, including a police officer, so I kept running. From what I could see, he didn’t look good.
Sometimes, as I was approaching an aid stations, I saw
volunteers handing out little packets of salt.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen that in a race. I eventually noticed the aid stations that
only had water were the ones preceded by volunteers handing out salt and/or gel
packets.
By the time I ran 10 miles, I was noticing some minor pain
in my right leg. I regretted not
wrapping my leg. To minimize the
discomfort, I shortened my stride. I was
able to keep running, but the short stride forced me to slow down.
Just past 11 miles, the course split. Half marathon runners continued straight,
toward the finish in Forsyth Park.
Marathon runners turned left to begin a long out-and-back. In pre-race announcements, they told us we
had to reach this point by 10:30 AM, or we’d have to switch to the half
marathon. I got there before 9:30.
If they were going to shut down the race because of the hot
conditions, this would be the easiest place to divert all marathon runners to
the half marathon course. Since they
didn’t do that, I assumed at this point we were safe.
Shortly after beginning the out-and-back, I was passed by a
pace group. It was the 4:30 group. That surprised me, because I didn’t know they
were behind me. I was running slower
than a 4:30 pace. Then it occurred to me
that they must have started a few corrals behind me.
Shortly after I saw the 24 mile sign for the return trip, I
saw the lead runner. Eventually, I also
saw the second and third place runners.
They were far enough apart that they probably couldn’t see each
other. Eventually, I saw more and more
of the faster runners coming back. After
a few dozen faster runners had passed, I saw the 3:30 pace group. If I was healthy and in the same form as last
year, that could have been me already on the way back.
When I reached 14 miles, I saw that I had slowed to 12:30
over the previous mile. I wasn’t tired,
and I wasn’t bothered by the heat. I had
to run that slow to keep from aggravating the groin injury in my right leg.
Next, I saw the 4:30 pace group coming back. That couldn’t be right. They just passed me. How could they suddenly be six miles ahead of
me? Why were they so close to the 3:30
group? I got my answer soon.
A short distance ahead – at a point where we were supposed
to turn left – we were instead directed to make a U turn. There were race officials and police there,
and they weren’t letting anyone turn left.
I learned the race had been “black flagged.” The race was being called because of the hot
conditions.
Runners who had already made the left turn were able to
finish the race. I arrived about nine
minutes after they started diverting runners back toward the finish. I could write a whole post about my thoughts
on cancelling races because of heat. I
won’t go into any of that here. Whether
or not I liked it, I wasn’t going to be able to finish this marathon. For everyone diverted, the course was shorted
by about five miles. Adding insult to
injury, we still had to cover roughly six miles to get to the finish, knowing
it wouldn’t count.
As upset as I was about the situation, I was also upset with
myself. Because I started in corral
eight, I started much later than I would have in corral two. Had I started in corral two, I probably would
have been able to finish the race.
After that, I took a few long walking breaks, while talking
to other runners. Some, like me, were
going to miss out on long-term goals.
Others were doing their first marathon.
For one, traveling to this race was an anniversary present. Everyone was upset and disappointed. I felt like walking the rest of the way. My only incentive to keep running was my
desire to get to Forsyth Park sooner rather than later.
In those late miles, I compared notes with other
runners. I learned that a runner
died. I think it was the same runner I
saw on the ground around eight miles. That, and the large number of runners
needing medical attention, contributed to the decision to call the race.
We got from 20 to 23 miles surprisingly fast. Apparently we also skipped another short out-and-back
segment. After talking to other runners
with GPS, I concluded that I actually ran about 19.8 miles of the 26.2 mile
course.
When I eventually crossed the finish line, there were
volunteers handing out finisher medals, even though we didn’t really
finish. I didn’t take one. I skipped most of the post-race food. I had a power bar, a bottle of chocolate milk
and a bottle of water.
I skipped most of the finish area and found my way to the
tent for the Augusta Striders. My friend
Katie and some of her friends from Augusta were there. They did the half marathon, so they were
already finished. As I was telling Katie
what happened, I started brainstorming.
I tried to come up with a way to make up for this race.
The best plan I could think of was to see if I could fly to
Atlanta later in the day. There was a
50K race in Peachtree City Sunday morning.
Peachtree City is about 25 miles south of the Atlanta Airport. I was scheduled to fly home Sunday afternoon
with a stopover in Atlanta. My flight
segment from Atlanta to Minneapolis was late enough in the day that I could
still make that flight if I ran the race Sunday morning.
As I was leaving the park, I bumped into my friends Claire,
Peggy and Susan. Their hotel was in the
same general direction as mine, so we left the park together. I didn’t have my phone with me, but Claire used
her phone to do a flight search for me.
There were two flights from Savannah to Atlanta that I could still catch.
After walking back to the hotel, I sent a message to
Heather, the RD of the Peachtree City 50K, to find out if I could still get
into the race. I was pretty sure I could
register the morning of the race, but I wanted to make sure.
Next, I priced a rental car and hotels in Peachtree City to
make sure I could get reasonable rates booking at the last minute. I was happy with both the rental car and
hotel rates.
Finally, I called Delta’s Diamond hotline. I’m also at the top level of their loyalty
program. I explained that I wanted to
fly to Atlanta a day sooner, while retaining the same flight segment home from
Atlanta. Both the 4:45 and 6:00 flights to
Atlanta still had seats available. I
wasn’t sure how much it would cost to make the change.
The Delta agent asked me which flight I wanted. I asked if there was a price difference. He said, “I can make it the same.” I liked the sound of that. Their computer system wasn’t letting him do
what he was trying to do, so he needed to call me back. While I waited, I started packing. When he called back, I found out he was able
to switch me to the 4:45 flight on Saturday, and it didn’t cost me
anything. I think he overrode the
pricing for me. Again, loyalty pays.
I quickly made my hotel and rental car reservations and
finished packing. When I was done, it
was a little after 2:00. That gave me
plenty of time to get to the airport.
Throughout this process, I avoided asking myself if I would
be able to run another 31 miles on Sunday after running 20 miles on
Saturday. I knew it would be hard on my
legs, but I preferred to focus on the travel plans. If I could get there, I would find a way to run.
I had another program.
I only packed one set of running clothes. I could rinse them out, but the clothes I
wore on Saturday weren’t necessarily appropriate for Sunday’s race. The weather in Peachtree City was going to be
much cooler. There was also a chance of
rain. Had I realized what I was getting
into, I might not have tried.
Fortunately, I didn’t think everything through. Sometimes you have to take a leap of faith.
When I got to the airport, I still hadn’t had much to eat
since the race. I had a late lunch in
the food court at the airport.
By the time I arrived in Atlanta and picked up my rental
car, it was after 6:00. It was already
getting dark, and it was starting to rain. Fortunately, I already knew my
route. I’ve driven to Peachtree City a
few times before. I also knew my way to
the hotel. It was a Hampton Inn where I
had stayed before.
The last time I ran a 50K race, I took almost eight hours to
finish. On that occasion, I was pacing
myself conservatively, since I had a race the next day. This time I was running with tired legs after
doing 20 miles the day before. I had to
assume I might need eight hours again.
The race started at 7:30, but there was an early start option. I could get a 2:00 PM checkout at Hampton
Inn, but even with the early start, I anticipated getting back to the hotel
later than that. I would also need time
to shower and change into dry clothes after the race. That would probably take until 3:00 or later.
When I checked in, I explained my situation and asked if I
could get a 4:00 PM checkout. The hotel
was going to be fairly full on Sunday, so the employee who checked me in
couldn’t make any commitment. She told
me to ask in the morning.
Next I rinsed out all my running clothes, pressed them dry
between towels and hung them up to finish drying. Hotel rooms are usually dry, so I was
confident, they’d finish drying by morning.
I removed the insoles from my running shoes to give them a better chance
to dry.
It was already past 7:00 when I went to dinner. I usually go to Mellow Mushroom, but I wanted
to try someplace new. I quick Google
Maps search led me to Brixx Wood Fired Pizza, where I had this Caribbean jerk
chicken pizza.
I got back at 8:00 and went to bed at 9:00. I needed to get up early again. I still needed to register for the race, and
I was taking the early start, so I needed to be at Luther Glass Park at
6:00. Without knowing if I would need to
check out in the morning, I also had to allow time to pack. I set my alarm for 4:15.
When I woke up Sunday morning, the first thing I did was
check the weather. It was worse than I
feared. It was 54 degrees, and that was
as warm as it would get. The temperature
would gradually drop into the 40s. That
wouldn’t be so bad, but it was raining, and it looked like there would be
intermittent light rain throughout the day.
I didn’t have any warm clothes. I
had to race in shorts and a T-shirt. I
had gloves, but they weren’t good in rainy conditions. I had some warm-up clothes that I could use
as outer layers, but none of them would hold up well in rain. I had a plastic rain poncho, but it wouldn’t
cover my arms or legs well. It was most
helpful for keeping my head and torso dry.
I wore what I had and hoped for the best. Eight hours in cool rainy conditions with
inadequate clothes is my worst nightmare.
I much preferred the heat and humidity in Savannah.
When I spoke to the hotel manager, I got better news. He was sympathetic to my situation, but
mostly he appreciated my Diamond status with Hilton. Again, loyalty pays. In the reservation system, he could only give
me a 2:00 PM checkout, but told me it wouldn’t be a problem if I needed more
time. That was a relief. I knew I’d have a chance to change into dry
clothes before driving to the airport.
Besides inadequate clothing, I also had inadequate
gear. I would be starting the race in
the dark, but I didn’t have a light. I
was also out of KT tape. I brought a
roll that only had enough strips left for Saturday’s race. Ron Clay solved my light problem by bringing
an extra flashlight for me to borrow. In
place of the KT tape, I wore a compression wrap on my right leg. I got the tension just right. It allowed me to run with far less discomfort
than I’ve had in recent races. It never
felt too tight, and it never came loose.
It stayed in place throughout the race.
Another runner helped me stay dry. When Henry heard my concerns about inadequate
clothing, he lent me a spare raincoat he had in his car. In addition to keeping my torso dry, it had
long sleeves that kept my arms dry.
Peachtree City has an extensive network of paved golf cart
paths. The course was a 5.18 mile loop
made up of several of these paths. There
are tunnels under the major streets, allowing us to avoid most of the traffic. For 50K, we needed to complete this loop six
times.
I’ve run other races on this course, but I’ve never started
in the dark. I started with two other
runners. We each had flashlights and
helped each other to find the course markings.
We started out walking at a fairly slow pace until there was enough
light to see. That got us about halfway
through the first lap.
When there was light, I started running with a few other
runners who happened to be passing. They
were doing roughly 12 minute miles. That
was a pace I could run comfortable with the compression wrap. One of these runners was doing her first
50K. Her name was Kelly.
Besides the aid station in the start area, there was also
one halfway through the loop. The first
time I went by, it was set up, but nobody was there yet. I filled a cup and drank. Then I put the cup in my pocket to take it
with me. I didn’t want to waste cups, so
I used the same one for the whole race.
I finished my first lap in 1:20. At that pace, I would need eight hours to
complete the race. It’s worth noting,
however, that I started out walking. I
was hopeful my next few laps would be faster if I was mostly running.
I ended up running most of the race with Kelly. Her pace, conveniently, was just right for
me. It didn’t tire me too much, and it
wasn’t hard on my leg. Our next few laps
were faster than the first one.
It wasn’t raining hard, but the rain was always there. Sometimes, it seemed like the rain would
stop, but then it picked up again.
Although my legs were bare, the rain coat kept me warm enough. When the rain tapered off, I partially
unzipped the coat to let out excess heat.
When the rain picked up again, I zipped it up again. I was able to stay reasonably warm, although
I can’t say I was every completely comfortable.
One of the tunnels had a deep puddle that was impossible to
avoid. Over time, other puddles grew and
multiplied. I couldn’t avoid getting my
shoes wet.
Kelly occasionally took short walking breaks – usually when
she needed to eat a gel. I let her set
the pace and walked when she walked.
Overall, it was a good pace for me.
A couple times, I needed to take bathroom stops. Kelly went ahead, and I worked to catch up to
her. My ability to pick up the pace was
limited, so it sometimes took a while.
By the time we reached our fifth lap, we were slowing
down. Our running pace was slower and we
took longer and more frequent walking breaks.
Kelly was getting into the tough miles.
By now, we had covered more than 20 miles.
If you’re not familiar with the loop, it’s sometimes hard to
know exactly where you are. The most
obvious landmarks are the tunnels. There
are six on each loop. Three come within
the first two miles. The last three are
fairly close together in the last mile of the loop. With two laps to go, we had 12 tunnels
left. We started counting them down.
During our fifth lap, the rain picked up. There was also more wind, and the temperature
was dropping. Henry’s rain coat kept the
rain out, but my legs were exposed, and my gloves were wet. I struggled with the walking breaks. I needed to run to stay warm.
The fifth lap took as long as my first lap. My overall time would be well under eight
hours, but I wasn’t going to break 7:30.
By biggest concerns, besides finishing, were coping with the cold conditions
and getting back to the hotel as soon as I could.
We did much more walking in the last lap. I was inclined to want to run it, but Kelly
had already reached the marathon distance.
She was struggling and needed to do more walking. I was cold, but I didn’t want to abandon her
to run the last five miles by herself in the rain.
In the middle of the loop, there’s a section alongside Lake
Peachtree that’s more exposed to the wind.
We walked this section, and the wind was cutting through me like a knife. My legs were cold, and my hands were almost
numb. Walking so much was killing me,
but I didn’t want to say anything.
It was Kelly who said something. She said, “I’m going to need to walk for a
while. Why don’t you go ahead?” I was conflicted. I had wanted to stay with her until the end
of the race, but I was suffering with the cold conditions. She only had about two and a half miles to
go, so I knew she’d make it. I started
running.
I couldn’t run fast, but running generated more heat than
walking. I ran for the rest of the
race. When I passed the aid station for
the last time, I didn’t stop. I didn’t
need anything else to eat or drink. I
just needed to keep moving.
There’s a short out-and-back section at the end of each
lap. On the first lap, it seems really
short. It seems longer on each
subsequent lap. I think Heather was
secretly moving the turnaround point. As
I was finishing the out-and-back, I saw Kelly beginning that section.
Besides the six tunnels, there are also two small bridges.
One is in the middle of the loop. The
other is at the beginning of the out-and-back, so you cross that one twice per
lap. As we passed, I told Kelly, “No
more tunnels, two bridges. You got this.”
She smiled. I knew she was OK
from there.
I finished in 7:34:30.
All finishers received a medal and a mason jar with the Darkside Running
Club logo. The jar contained hot cocoa
mix, marshmallows and a mint. Most
finishers also got T-shirts, but you had to enter in advance to get a shirt.
I couldn’t afford to stay in the finish area. After taking off Henry’s rain coat, I was
freezing. I put on my plastic rain
poncho for the walk to the car. I was
parked across the street in a nearby shopping center. I walked to the car as quickly as I could and
drove back to the hotel.
When I walked into the lobby, I saw the same manager I spoke
with in the morning. It was just a few
minutes past 2:00. He asked me how I
felt. I said, “Slightly
hypothermic.” He told me to take my
time. Everyone at the hotel was
supportive. They all knew my story. To the hotel staff, I was "the runner."
When I got to my room, I couldn’t open the door. I didn’t have enough dexterity in my hands to
insert the key card. One of the
housekeepers helped me open the door.
Getting undressed was clumsy. I
couldn’t unpin my race bib from my shirt, but that could wait until later.
I originally planned to take a quick shower, but I realized
it would take time for my hands to warm up.
I drew a hot bath. It was hard to
gauge the water temperature with my cold hands.
I had to guess. I had to stay in
the tub for about 10 minutes before color returned to my hands. After that, I was alright. I got dressed and finished packing as quickly
as I could, but it was after 3:00 by the time I checked out. My flight home wasn’t until 7:10, so I had
all the time in the world to get to the airport.
This weekend took a lot out of me. On Saturday, I ran in heat and humidity for
four hours. On Sunday, I ran in cold
rain for seven and a half hours. I had
to run roughly 51 miles before finally finishing a race, but I stayed on
schedule.
Saturday's race was cancelled because conditions were deemed too dangerous. That was a one-size-fits-all decision. For many people, the heat was dangerous. For me, it was merely an annoyance. By contrast, Sunday's conditions were merely annoying for most people, but were probably dangerous for me.
During Sunday’s race, I rarely noticed any discomfort in my
right leg. After taking off the wrap and
warming up my legs, I started noticing considerable soreness. I think I’ll need to wrap it for my next
race. Fortunately, my left leg is doing
much better now. I need to deal with it
one race at a time. This was my 298th
marathon or ultra. Istanbul will be 299. Flying Monkey will be 300.
What a weekend you had! Way to go on pushing through.
ReplyDeleteI would be really interested to hear your full opinions on canceling races due to heat.
I believe strongly that medical personnel should have the authority to pull a runner from a race if they're in distress. I believe that should be done on a case-by-case basis. I think one-size-fits-all decisions should be avoided, if possible. Unfortunately, in situations like this, it's usually the city that makes the decision to cancel or shut down a race. Race organizers need a permit from the city, and that gives city officials the authority to stop the race if it puts undue strain on city resources. The best response I've seen to unusually hot conditions at a race was the way the Boston Marathon handled it in 2012. They offered deferments, increased the supply of fluids at aid stations, and encouraged runners to adjust their goals. Ultimately, they let each runner make his or her own decision. That worked.
DeleteI completely agree with you! I really hate seeing races canceled and all runners re-routed just because a few people can't respect their limits. I have DNFed two races when the weather wasn't right for me, but I'm really glad that other runners were still able to finish even though I couldn't.
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