Race Report: Alaska Series, Day 3

On August 5, I race-walked the third race of the Alaska Series.  Today’s race was at a different venue than the first two races.  Our course was a paved trail at Twin Lakes.  The Twin Lakes are two narrow lakes just north of Salmon Creek. They’re right next to the highway that runs between downtown Juneau and the Mendenhall Valley.

The trail followed the eastern shore of both lakes.  We started at the south end of one lake, went all the way past that lake, and about half the length of the next lake.  Then we turned around and went back.  We needed to do 14 laps for a marathon.

Yesterday, I ran most of the race.  I ran more than I planned, and way more than I probably should have.  Immediately after yesterday’s race, my knee felt OK.  A few hours later, my knee started to feel stiff.  I iced it after the race and again in the evening, but I knew I shouldn’t do any running today.

Yesterday, I forgot to pack a rain poncho.  I had to compensate for my lack of rain gear by wearing clothes that were warm and didn’t soak up too much water.  Today, I remembered the rain poncho.  I actually packed it last night, so I wouldn’t forget.

When I looked at the forecast last night, it seemed likely it would rain for the entire race.  When I checked again this morning, the forecast was slightly more optimistic.  It was still going to rain, but it might clear up a couple hours after the race started.

As I was getting dressed, I checked my weather app, and it said it was currently cloudy.  I was surprised it wasn’t raining.  This is when the probability of rain was the highest.  I wondered if we would get lucky and it wouldn’t rain after all.

My hopes were dashed as soon as I stepped outside.  It was raining.  It might not rain for the whole race, but we were going to have a wet start.  No matter what happened after that, I would have wet shoes for the entire race.

My goal today was to finish in less than six hours.  Ideally, I wanted to break 5:47, which is my slowest time for walking a marathon.  It wasn’t necessary to go any faster.

When I got to the start, I was pleased to see that the aid station was inside a small shelter.  Our drop bag area was a set of picnic tables that was also covered.

Before the start, my right knee still felt stiff.  I flexed my knee several times to loosen it up, but it didn’t seem to help.  I wondered how it would feel when I started walking.  Thankfully, it didn’t bother me at all when I started walking.  It actually felt much better when I was moving.

I expected my walking to be slow and sluggish.  This is the first time I’ve ever race-walked a marathon after doing a marathon the day before.  It took about a minute to get into my rhythm, but then it felt surprisingly easy.

About half a mile into the first lap, I happened to glance at my watch.  It wasn’t running.  I remembered pressing the start button, but I was wearing gloves.  I must not have made a firm contact.  At this point, the best thing I could do was to start it at the end of my first lap, and track my lap times from that point on.

When I finished my first lap, I asked Daniel how much time had elapsed.  He said I did the first lap in 23:02.  I immediately started my watch and set out on my second lap.

That first lap was surprisingly fast.  It put me on pace for a 5:22 marathon.  That’s much faster than I expected.  I slowed down a bit in the second lap and more in the third.  Eventually, I settled into consistent 24-minute laps.  That was still a bit fast, but it wasn’t crazy fast.

Before the race, it had been raining steadily.  About the same time the race started, the rain began to let up.  I still felt drops, and I could see them hitting the puddles, but it was just a sprinkling.

By the time I started my third lap, it seemed like the rain might be stopping completely.  I pushed my hood back, but I kept the poncho on.  By the end of that lap, I realized I was going to be too warm with the poncho if it was no longer raining.  After that lap, I stopped long enough to take it off and put it in my drop bag.

I was in the second half of my 4th lap, when I glanced over at one of the lakes and saw raindrops hitting the water.  I didn’t feel it yet, but it was raining again.  I didn’t want to have to stop again to put my poncho on, so I decided to go without it as long as I didn’t get too cold.

In my next lap, the rain seemed to stop again.  After another lap, I noticed the sun occasionally shining through a gap in the clouds.  By now, I was pretty sure the rain was done.  I was starting to feel hot, so I took my gloves off.

There was a breeze blowing from the south.  In the first half of each lap, it was at my back, so it didn’t do anything to cool me.  That’s when I often felt hot.  In the second half of each lap, I was going into the wind.  Then I felt more comfortable.  Sometimes, it even felt cold.  That pattern persisted for the rest of the race.

I wasn’t quite half done when my left shoe started to feel funny.  I suspected my insole might be slipping.  It wasn’t too bad, so I did my best to ignore it.  Thankfully, it never got worse.

I was also noticing a painful blister on one of the toes of that foot.  I don’t usually get blisters on the tips of my toes when I’m walking.  This was a blister that I first noticed yesterday, when I was running.  Now that it was there, it hurt both running and walking.

When I finished my 7th lap, I was half done.  I was still averaging 24 minutes per lap, which put me on pace to finish in 5:36.  I tried to tell myself that I could afford to slow down, but I was in a nice rhythm.  I continued to consistently click off laps in 24 minutes each.

One of the runners was celebrating her 100th marathon.  She brought cupcakes.  I don’t normally eat much solid food during a race, but now that I was half done, I grabbed a cupcake and ate it while I was walking.

When I finished my 10th lap, I just had four to go.  I was still trying to convince myself to slow down a bit and save some energy for tomorrow.  I tried to tell myself I had 18 laps to go (including 14 tomorrow), and I should pace myself accordingly.  I tell myself a lot of things.  I usually give myself good advice.  The problem is I never seem to listen to myself.  I continued to click off 24-minute laps.

The closer I got to finishing, the more I became emotionally invested in maintaining the same pace.  With only a few laps to go, I wanted to have even splits.

There’s a runner who lapped me at least twice on Monday, but never lapped me today.  I kept seeing her walking, and I was getting close to catching her.  I picked up my effort just a bit and caught her just before the end of my 13th lap.  I later learned that she ran the first half of the race and walked the second half.  She was saving something for tomorrow.  Obviously, she’s smarter than I am.

As I finished that lap, Daniel asked me if I had one lap to go.  I said, “15 laps, including tomorrow.”  Even when I said it out loud, I didn’t listen.  As I started my last lap, I was on pace to do the second half about 30 seconds faster than the first half.

I was determined to at least do even splits.  As I started my last lap, I put effort into maintaining my pace.  I didn’t realize it, but I was actually speeding up … a lot.

In between the two lakes, we go up and down a small hill.  For 13 laps, I never noticed it.  In my last lap, I finally realized there was a hill.  As I crested the hill, I started to get hot.  The sun was out, and I could feel it.  I reminded myself I just had to get to the turnaround, and then I would have the cool breeze all the way back.

At I reached the turnaround, I looked at my watch.  I did the first half of that lap in 10:30.  Suddenly, I was on pace to have negative splits by at least two minutes.

Now I wanted to see if I could keep up the same pace on the way back.  I tried, but I couldn’t quite do it.  I finished the race in 5:33:45.  My last lap was 21:15.  To put that in perspective, if I had done every lap that fast, I would’ve finished in less than five hours.

I got another medal to add to the chain.  The medal for today’s race was in the shape of a wolf.

Since the race, I didn’t notice any stiffness in my right knee.  Doing several hours of walking did wonders.  Now that I’ve been sitting for a while, It’s starting to stiffen up again.  I’m still worried about the knee, but I’m pretty sure it won’t be an issue for tomorrow’s race.  Instead, I have to worry if I have any gas left in the tank.

Race Statistics

Distance:  26.2 miles

Time:  5:33:45

Average Pace:  12:44

Lifetime Marathons/Ultras:  438

Alaska Marathons:  6

Marathons/Ultras Race-Walking:  20

Race Report: Alaska Series, Day 2

On August 4, I ran the second race of the Alaska Series, in Juneau, AK.  That’s not a typo.  I ran this one.  Actually, I did a run/walk mix, but I did a substantial amount of running.

Every so often, I do a run/walk workout that includes a quarter mile of running for each mile.  At first, these workouts aggravated my right knee, even though the amount of walking was minimal.  I would try again every few weeks, usually with the same result.

More recently, I started doing run/walk workouts once a week.  Two weeks ago, I did a five-mile run/walk workout and barely noticed any knee discomfort while running.  I still noticed increased discomfort walking up and down stairs, but not as much as after my previous run/walk workouts.

Last week, I stepped up to a seven-mile run/walk workout, and it was encouraging.  I didn’t notice any knee discomfort while running, and I barely noticed a difference afterwards when I walked up and down stairs.

I felt I was ready to step up to a longer distance, so I decided to try a run/walk mix during one of the races of this series.  I was originally planning to wait until the last day.  That was before I saw the courses.

Today’s race was on the same course as yesterday’s race.  It’s mostly on a dirt trail and there’s a section that isn’t easy to race-walk.  By contrast, the course for the last two races in this series is entirely paved.  It looks like a great surface for race-walking.  With that in mind, I decided to try running today and then race-walk the last two races of the series.

It was about five degrees warmer than it was at the start of yesterday’s race.  There was rain in the forecast, but it wasn’t raining when I left the hotel.  I felt overdressed in tights yesterday, so I wore shorts today.  I wore a fairly warm tech T-shirt, and brought some other clothes that I could keep in a drop bag.

I opted to wear gaiters again, but I had mixed feelings.  On one hand, they were effective at keeping dirt out of my shoes yesterday.  On the other hand, they would get wet and muddy if it rained during today’s race.

I wasn’t expecting the rain to start until an hour or two after the race started.  Within minutes of leaving the hotel, it started to rain.  That made me realize I had forgotten to put my plastic rain poncho in my drop bag.

After getting to the start area, I made a last-minute decision to put on a long sleeve polypro shirt.  My race bib was pinned to my T-shirt, so I put the polypro shirt under my T-shirt.  I also started the race wearing my jacket and polypro gloves.

Since there was one segment of the trail that wasn’t easy to race-walk, I decided that would be the section I would run.  Yesterday, I picked two landmarks that were a quarter mile apart.  I ran the section between them in both directions.  That meant I was doing about a half mile of running during each lap.  If I kept that up for the whole race, it would add up to eight total miles of running.

The section I was running had some rocks imbedded in the trail.  It also had one awkward down and up crossing a gully.  I ran cautiously, taking small steps, going slowly, and staying on the balls of my feet.  It felt OK, but it didn’t seem like my running pace was much faster than my race-walking pace.  Partly that’s because of the way I was running, but I doubt if I could run very fast even with an all-out effort.  I’m just not in shape for it.

I paid close attention to how my right knee felt.  I could detect a hint of discomfort, but it was barely perceptible.  I only noticed it because I was comparing my right knee to my left knee.

After one complete lap, I started to feel warm.  I unzipped my jacket.  By the middle of my second lap, I realized the jacket was too warm, in combination with the layers I was wearing underneath.  When I finished my second lap, I took off my jacket and put it in my drop bag.

For the next two laps, I felt fairly comfortable.  Then the rain started to let up.  Without the rain, I suddenly felt overdressed.  I took off my gloves and stuffed them in my fanny pack.

That’s about all I could do without a time-consuming stop.  Now that it wasn’t raining, I was overdressed with both the T-shirt and the polypro shirt.  I couldn’t easily take off the polypro shirt, because it was underneath my T-shirt.  I couldn’t easily take off the T-shirt, because it had my race bib.  Without knowing if it would start raining again, I left them both on and accepted that I would be a little bit hot.

I was in my sixth lap when I felt one of my insoles slipping within the shoe.  I wear orthotics, so I always remove the insoles that come with the shoes, and I replace them with Spenco insoles, so there’s room for my orthotics.  That usually works well, but if my shoes get too wet, the insoles can slide forward within the shoes.  When that happens, the insole bunches up in the front of my shoe, and it gets really uncomfortable.  I’ve noticed that this is most likely to happen when I’m running down a steep hill or when I’m doing frequent transitions between running and walking.

If I only had a few laps to go, I would live with the discomfort.  I still had 10 laps to go, so I stopped at the aid station to fix it.  I had to remove my gaiter, so I could take off my shoe.  It took time to get the insole back into the proper position and put my shoe back on.  I didn’t bother putting my gaiter back on.  The trail was wet enough that I wasn’t worried about getting loose dirt in my shoes.  Since I had stopped for a few minutes already, I also made a bathroom stop.  Then I started my 7th lap.

If I went back to the same run/walk mix I was doing before, I would probably have the same issue again within a lap or two.  My knee was feeling OK, so I decided to just ran the rest of the way.  If my knee bothered me, I could always switch to walking.

After running the next two laps, I was half done with the race.  In the first six laps, I ran three total miles.  In the next two laps, I ran about 3.3.  At this point, I had already run more miles today than in the previous six months combined.  Running continuously felt tiring, but it was no more tiring than race-walking.  I decided to stick with it as long as my knee wasn’t bothering me.

My time at the halfway point was faster than yesterday, but not by that much.  So far, I was only five minutes faster, which was disappointing considering how much running I was doing.  I expected the second half to be faster, but I realized already that I would still take more than five hours to finish.

When I was only running the most difficult part of the trail, I had to run cautiously.  Now that I was also running the easy parts of the course, I felt like I could open it up a little.  Where it was flat, and I had good footing, I started to run with a more relaxed stride.  I also picked up the pace a little.  Still, it was much slower than the pace I’m accustomed to running.

Early in the second half of the race, it started to rain again.  I wasn’t sure if that was good news or bad news.  As it turns out, it didn’t matter.  The rain only lasted for about 10 minutes.

With five laps to go, I was tempted to switch back to run/walk, but I didn’t want to have insole problems again.  I didn’t want to stop again, and five laps was too far to live with the discomfort if the insole moved forward within my shoe.  I decided to run for at least one more lap.  Then I’d only have four laps to go.

When I had four laps to go, I again persuaded myself to run at least one more lap.  If I had insole problems, three laps of run/walk would feel more manageable than four.

With three laps to go, I caught up to two runners who had been just ahead of me for a long time.  They were going at about my pace, but they were doing a different run/walk mix.  They mostly ran, but sometimes took brief walking breaks going up hills.  I adapted to their run/walk mix, so I could talk to them for the rest of the race.  That made the last three laps seem to go by quicker.

I finished the race in 5:11:16.  I was about 14 minutes faster in the second half.  If I had run the entire race, I probably would’ve broken five hours, but not by much.

In all, I ran about 19 miles of the race.  Most of that was continuous running.  It wasn’t fast, but it was the first time in months that I felt like I was doing meaningful training for running.

When I finished, I got the next piece in my chain of medals.  Today’s medal was in the shape of a moose.

When I got back to the hotel, I wasn’t sure what do first.  I reheated some leftover pizza, so I could refuel.  While I was eating, I iced my knee.  Then I took a hot bath and did some stretching.  Finally, I massaged a few muscles with my massage stick.

I don’t know for sure how this much running affected my knee.  Usually, the real test is seeing how my knee feels going up or down stairs.  When I’m home, I go up or down stairs several times a day.  When I’m staying in a hotel, I don’t go up or down any stairs.  I feel like I’ve given my knee a test, but the test hasn’t been graded yet.

There are two more races in this series.  They’ll both be on a different course.  I’ve already gone to check out that course.  It’s paved and looks to be pretty flat.  It should be a good course for race-walking.

At this point, my plan is to race-walk both of those races.  The only wildcard is the weather.  I’m not sure what I’ll do if it rains, and I have problems with my insoles.

Race Statistics

Distance:  26.2 miles

Time:  5:11:16

Average Pace:  11:52

Lifetime Marathons/Ultras:  437

Alaska Marathons:  5

Race Report: Alaska Series, Day 1

On August 3, I race-walked the first race of the Alaska Series, in Juneau, AK.  The Alaska Series is a 4-day series of marathons sponsored by Mainly Marathons.  I was registered for this series last year, but the series was cancelled, because of COVID-19.  This year, I finally got my chance.

I originally assumed I would be running these races.  It wasn’t until June that I realized I wouldn’t recover from a knee injury in time to run them.  Instead, I trained to race-walk them.

I’ve run series like this on many occasions, but I’ve never race-walked marathons on consecutive days.  I find race-walking to be much more tiring.  In late July, I walked four marathons in a span of nine days.  I experimented with different paces, and I think I found the pace that I would allow be to finish in less than six hours, while still saving some energy for the next day.

There aren’t any direct flights from Minneapolis to Juneau.  I had to change planes in Seattle.  I didn’t arrive in Juneau until 10:30 PM.  Knowing I would have a late arrival, I got here on Sunday, so I wouldn’t have a race the next morning.

Because I arrived so late, I didn’t pick up my rental car until Monday morning.  My hotel is close enough to the airport that I was able to walk there Sunday night.  After picking up my rental car, I bought some groceries.  Then I drove to each of the race venues to make sure I knew the way, and to see where I could park.  At the venue for today’s race, I met four other runners, who were also checking out the race venue.

Monday afternoon, I drove to Mendenhall Glacier to do some sightseeing.  I didn’t want to overdo the hiking, but I did the Nugget Falls hike.

On my way back from the Nugget Falls hike, I met another runner.  She recognized my 2018 Boston Marathon jacket, because she was there the same year.  It turns out she’s also here for the Alaska Series and she was at one of the races I did last month.  It’s a small world.

We have two different race venues.  Today’s race was on Douglas Island.  The course was a segment of the Treadwell Trail, starting and finishing in Savikko Park.  It was an out-and-back route.  To finish a marathon, we needed to do 16 laps.  There was also a half marathon, which consisted of eight laps.  As with other Mainly Marathons races, there was one aid station in the start/finish area.

The trail surface was a mixture of pavement, hard-packed dirt, and gravel.  Most of it was fairly flat, but there was one section with some undulations, including one spot where we went into and out of a gully.  This brief hilly section also had some rocks imbedded in the trail.  It might’ve been fine for running, but it wasn’t the easiest section to walk.

Packet pickup started at 6:00 AM, and the race started at 7:00.  I got to the start just after 6:00, before the line for packet pickup got too long.  We use the same race bibs for the entire series, so I won’t have to get there as early the other days.

All of my recent marathons were in Minnesota, with temperatures climbing into the 80s.  It’s much cooler here in Alaska.  For the entire race, the temperature was in the 50s.

I was a bit conflicted about what to wear.  If I was running, I would consider these temperatures ideal, and I would wear shorts.  I was going to be on the course much longer, and I wasn’t planning to go all-out, so I wore tights as a hedge against my legs getting cold.  All of my recent races have been in much higher temperatures, so I wasn’t too worried about getting too hot.

At home, we’ve had bad air quality lately.  Last week, there were days when you could step outside and immediately smell smoke.  I had mixed feelings about training with so many particles in the air.  I didn’t walk as many miles as usual.  It was a relief to get to Alaska and have nice clean air for these races.

I wanted to walk at a pace that wouldn’t tire me out too much for the next three races.  I didn’t want my pace to be slower than 13 minutes per mile, but I also didn’t want to be too much faster than that.

I wasn’t trying to start fast, but I walked the first mile in 12:17.  That was a little too fast.  I didn’t go out of my way to slow down, but I told myself I could relax a little.  That didn’t work.  I walked the second mile in 12:01, which was clearly way too fast.  I suspect I had extra energy after an unusually light week of training.

By now, I was into my second lap.  In my first lap, I found I had to work harder to maintain my pace going through the brief hilly section.  Starting with my second lap, I didn’t put any effort into maintaining my pace through this section.  I allowed myself to slow down for a few minutes, and then I got back into my rhythm when the course leveled out.  I also found myself speeding up at the beginning and end of each lap, where the course was paved.

Overall, I was now going at a more reasonable pace.  For the next several laps, my mile times were between 12:30 and 13:00.

I was expecting a cloudy day, but it was mostly sunny for most of the morning.  Most of the course was shady, and when I was in the sun, I started to get hot.  I felt foolish wearing tights.  I would’ve been comfortable in shorts.

At the halfway point, I was on pace to finish in about 5:34.  By then, I was beginning to feel a cool breeze.  The trail was close to the Gastineau Channel, which separates Douglas Island from downtown Juneau.  The water in the channel is always cold, so air cools down when the wind blows through that valley.  At first, I only felt the cool breeze when I was near the start/finish area.  Later, I also felt the cool breeze when I was walking through the forest.  In the second half of the race, I was never hot.

Twice, I sped up briefly, so I could talk to one of the runners.  The first time I did that, it didn’t seem to take too much out of me.  The next time, it did.  Even after slowing down to my usual pace, I started to find the pace tiring.

By now, I was into my 10th lap, but I still had almost seven laps to go, and I wondered if I should slow down.  My next mile was 13:14, which was my slowest so far.  I didn’t go out of my way to slow down.  I just didn’t put any extra effort into maintaining the same pace.  I wondered if the rest of my miles would be in the 13:00 to 13:30 range.  I may have slowed a little, but at least half of my remaining miles were still between 12:30 and 13:00.

The last time I walked a marathon that was partially on a dirt surface, the dust got into my shoes, and I developed horrible blisters.  Today, I was wearing gaiters.  They're good at keeping dust and grit out of the back of my shoes, but they don't cover the toe box.  I was worried about dust getting into the toe box and causing friction between my big toes and the top of the toe box.  Late in the race, I was relieved that I wasn't noticing any blisters yet.

With four laps to go, I got the sense that I was going too fast today.  I wasn’t going to have any difficulty finishing, but I also wasn’t going finish feeling fresh.  It didn’t seem like I was leaving enough gas in the tank for the next three days.

Early in my last lap, I saw my time for my 25th mile.  It was 12:23, which was my fastest mile since mile two.  I think I was subconsciously speeding up in anticipation of finishing.  I slowed down after that, but I still finished in 5:34:50.  My time for the second half was about a minute slower than my time for the first half.

Within minutes of finishing, my legs started to feel stiff.  That confirmed my suspicion that I walked too fast today.  The next three days may be harder as a result.

Like other Mainly Marathons series, this series has medals that link together to form a chain.  Today, I received the top piece, plus the medal for today’s race.  Today’s medal is in the shape of a bear.

After the race, I had lunch with five other runners at a pub on Douglas Island that has pizza.  By the time I got back to the hotel, it was almost 2:30.

After taking a bath, doing some stretches, and working on my legs with a massage stock, my legs felt much better.  I don’t think I’ll start tomorrow’s race feeling sore, but I do worry that I won’t have as much energy tomorrow.

Race Statistics

Distance:  26.2 miles

Time:  5:34:50

Average Pace: 12:46 

Lifetime Marathons/Ultras:  436

Alaska Marathons:  4

Marathons/Ultras Race-walking:  19

Race Report: 2021 Xenia Avenue Marathon

On July 24, I race-walked the Xenia Avenue Marathon in Champlin, MN.  This is the second time I’ve done this race.  I ran the inaugural race last year.

When I signed up for this race, I was training for the 4-day Alaska Series, but I wanted to get one marathon under my belt before doing four in a row.  More recently, I walked three other marathons, making this my fourth race in a span of nine days.

Champlin is about 35 miles from home, so I didn’t need to stay in a hotel.  I drove up on Friday to pick up my race packet.  Then I drove up again this morning for the race.

The weather was much warmer than you want for a marathon.  The overnight low was 72 degrees, and I expected the temperature to climb into the upper 80s by noon.  It rained during the night, but the rain was done before the race started.  It didn’t do anything to help with the heat, but it did take some of the smoke out of the air.

Because I did this race last year, I was already familiar with the course.  Most of the course was along paved bike paths.  We did one relatively short loop that included some residential streets.  Then we did five laps of a longer loop that was entirely on bike paths.

There were two aid stations on the course.  One was in the start/finish area, and the other was about halfway through the main loop.  Volunteers set bottles of water on tables, and we could grab a bottle as we went by.  I wore a fuel belt, so it would be easy to keep a bottle with me until I finished it.

The biggest difference between this year’s race and last year is that I was race-walking this year.  That meant I could expect to be on the course for about an hour and a half longer.  That’s if I put an all-out effort into walking as fast as I can.  I wasn’t planning to go all out.

I never bothered to look at who else was registered for this race.  When I got to the start, I was surprised to see Alexis Davidson.  Alexis is a race-walker.  He’s walked hundreds of marathons, and his time is usually less than five hours.  Ordinarily, I wouldn’t expect to be able to keep up with him.  Because of the heat, he said he’d be happy with any time under six hours.  With that in mind, I lined up next to him.

We started in a small neighborhood park across the street from Champlin Park High School.  By the time we got out of the park, most of the runners were ahead of us, and I was walking next to Alexis.  It wasn’t long before I started finding the pace to be a little bit tiring, and I wondered how fast we started.  We walked that first mile in 11:38.  Had I been on my own, I would’ve tried to keep my pace between 12:30 and 13:00.  I was a little worried about blowing up, but I decided to stick with Alexis for a few more miles and see how it went.

By now, we were on the only part of the course that follows residential streets.  That included two blocks along Xenia Avenue, for which the race is named.

I was expecting the aid stations to have bottles of water and Powerade.  The water was in  bottles, but the Powerade was in cups.  I drank a cup of Powerade and didn’t carry anything with me.

I didn’t notice my split for the second mile, but the next two were with in the 11:40s.  This was still somewhat fast, but it no longer felt tiring.  Alexis and I were talking constantly.  Normally, I can only walk fast if I’m completely focused on both my effort and my mechanics.  Today, it seemed to help me to be distracted by conversation.

About halfway through our first big lap, we reached the other aid station on the course.  They also had water in bottles and Powerade in cups.  I seemed to be doing fine just drinking a cup of Powerade at each aid station, so I continued to do that.  I could always start drinking water later, but for now, it was nice not needing to take a bottle with me.  I did, however, feel foolish wearing a fuel belt that I wasn’t using.

For the next several miles, we slowed down a bit.  Now our pace was settling into the 12:00 to 12:30 range.  This was still faster than I planned to walk, but it felt comfortable.

We were almost halfway through the race before we finally had a mile that was slower than 12:30.  We reached the halfway mark on pace for 5:20, but I expected to slow down in the second half.  By now it was getting really hot.  Earlier in the race, we had some cloud cover, but now it was sunny.

Over the next several miles we gradually slowed down from 12:30 per mile to 13:30.  Alexis was struggling with the heat.  I wasn’t bothered by the heat, but after starting so fast, I was content to slow down, as long as we were still easily on pace to break six hours.

After about 19 miles, we slowed down dramatically.  In one mile, our pace slowed from 13:30 to 14:30.  Alexis was really bothered by the hot conditions.  On my own, I would’ve gone faster, but I stayed with him for the whole race.

We were on our second to last lap.  As we went through the remote aid station, we didn’t see any more water bottles on the table.  We decided to each grab a bottle when we got back to the start/finish area, just in case they ran out of water at the remote aid station.

As we began our last lap, I drank a cup of Powerade and put a full bottle of water in my fuel belt.  For the first time in the race, I was carrying a little extra weight, but I was finding the pace to be easy at this point.

I didn’t drink any water before reaching the last aid station.  I drank a cup of Powerade and kept walking.  About half a mile later, I finally opened the bottle and started drinking the water.

In the last two miles, we slowed down some more.  We weren’t really race-walking any more.  Now we were just walking at a brisk pace.  I could live with that as long as we would finish in less than six hours.  We were still way ahead of that pace.

When we finally got back to the park for the last time, I looked ahead to see the digital clock at the finish line.  It didn’t look like I would break 5:45, but I neglected to consider how much time in took me to cross the starting line after the race started.  Alexis and I were lined up near the back.  When I finished, my chip time was 5:44:44.  Alexis was right behind me.

It was really nice having someone else to walk with.  When I'm race-walking, I'm usually by myself for the whole race.  I don't see many other race-walkers, and it's rare for a runner to be consistently going at the pace I'm walking.  This was a nice change of pace.

This was my fourth marathon in a span of nine days.  In the first one, I learned how fast I can walk a marathon with an all-out effort.  In the second one, I was reminded how badly I can crash if I start too fast.  In the third one, I found a pace I could comfortably sustain when I already had tired legs.  In this race, I could’ve gone much faster in the second half, but I had the patience to hold back.  I’ve been preparing to do a series of four marathons in four days.  I think all the pieces are in place now. 

Race Statistics

Distance:  26.2 miles

Time:  5:44:44

Average Pace:  13:09 per mile

Lifetime Marathons/Ultras:  435

Minnesota Marathons/Ultras:  82

Marathons/Ultras Race-walking:  18

Summer Camp, Day 4: Wandering Wolf

Today was day 4 of the Summer Camp Series.  Today’s race is also known as Wandering Wolf.  The course was a section of the Beaver Islands Trail that was just south of River Bluffs Regional Park in St. Cloud.  It was an out-and-back route.  To complete a marathon, we needed to do 14 laps.

I had trouble sleeping last night, because one of my toes hurt when it rubbed against the sheets.  When I got up, I drained the blisters under the toenails of both big toes.  I’ve been doing that twice a day, but there’s always more fluid.

Despite my best efforts, I wasn’t able to drain much fluid from the blister on my left heel.  There’s a thick bump there, and I can’t flatten it out.  There’s a spot that’s sensitive to pressure, and that bump ensures there’ll always be extra pressure there when I walk.  On Monday, I was feeling it even when I walked at a casual pace.  I knew that would be an issue today, but I just had to tune it out.

The regular start time was 6:00, but there was an early start at 5:00.  I didn’t expect it to be as hot today as it was on Sunday, but I still took the early start.  That’s what most people were doing.

Last Friday, I learned that I can walk a marathon in 5:15 with an all-out effort.  On Sunday, I learned that I couldn’t expect to bounce back and do the same thing after only one day off.  Today, I was hoping to learn what pace I could sustain without blowing up, when I already had tired legs.  I was guessing that pace would be somewhere between 12:30 and 13:00, but I wouldn’t know for sure until I tried it.

I was conflicted about whether to wear a GPS watch or a plain stopwatch.  On one hand, it would be nice to see every mile split, so I could associate how I felt with a precise pace.  The problem with that is I tend to get preoccupied with my pace instead of paying attention to how I feel.  I opted for the GPS watch, so I would know if I started walking too fast.

We started about 45 minutes before sunrise, but there was enough ambient light that I could see the trail without carrying a light.  As I started walking, I quickly got into a nice rhythm.  I wasn’t trying to walk as fast as I did in my last two races, yet there were only two people in front of me.  One was Tim, who was the only person to run the entire race.  The other was Jesse, who was leading us through the first lap.  Everyone else was either walking or doing a run/walk mix.  Apparently, they all started out walking.

Because of the blister on my left heel, I was reluctant to let my heel make contact with the ground.  For most of the first lap, I was walking on the balls of my feet.  That shortened my stride, but I seemed to have a fast enough turnover to maintain a descent pace.

I walked the first mile in 12:32.  That was at the low end of the range that I thought would be sustainable.  Based on how it felt, I decided to keep my pace between 12:30 and 13:00, if I could.

By the end of my first lap, I was sometimes making contact with my heel.  When I did, I felt the blister.

I walked my second mile in 12:23.  After realizing I had inadvertently sped up, I eased up in the next mile.  That’s how it went for most of the race.  If my pace ever got faster than 12:30, I slowed down.  If I was in danger of getting slower than 13:00, I sped up.  Most of my mile splits were in the 12:30s, but they ranged from 12:23 to 12:59.

By the end of my second lap, I was rolling through my whole foot, instead of staying off my heel.  That was inevitable.  It caused some discomfort from the blister on my heel, but now that I was in a nice rhythm, it was getting easier to tune out the pain.

I was in the second half of my third lap when the 6:00 runners started.  Most of them were doing the 5K or 10K, but there was at least one additional runner doing the marathon.  Later in that lap, Tim lapped me.  He would go on to lap me two more times, but nobody else ever passed me.  Despite walking the whole way, I was the second fastest person in the marathon.

When I finished nine miles, it occurred to me that I was more than one third done.  I compared how I felt today to how I felt at the same point in Sunday’s race.  It was an easy comparison.  On Sunday, I was already running out of gas at this point.  Today, I was under control.  The pace I was walking took some effort, but the effort seemed sustainable.

In the middle third of the race, I started to notice some sore muscles.  I’m used to having soreness in my glutes, hamstrings, and/or shins. Those are all things I experienced at different times in my other races.  Today, I also had soreness in my quads.  I don’t usually get sore quads when I’m walking.  I think it’s because of the undulations in the course.

Earlier in the race, my impression of the course was that it was flat.  When Tim passed me in lap three, he made a comment about the hill being tiring.  I didn’t notice the same hill until the next lap.  The course was actually rolling.  There was one particularly long section that had a gentle upgrade.  I found myself working harder here.  In the opposite direction, this section was downhill.  It was here that I was most apt to notice soreness in my quads.

By the halfway point of the race, I was no longer confident that my pace was going to be sustainable.  For now, I could keep my pace within my target range, but it was starting to take more effort.  I was confident, however, that it wouldn’t be a struggle to finish the race.  That was a big improvement over how I felt on Sunday.

We occasionally went under trees, but most of the course was exposed to the sun.  Fortunately, we had some cloud cover.  We also had a breeze.  That helped a lot.

When I finished my 18th mile, I was more than two thirds done.  For the third time, I compared how I felt today to how I felt on Sunday.  I was having to work harder, but I was still keeping my pace in the same range.  On Sunday, by contrast, I had given up on maintaining my pace.  In the last third of Sunday’s race, I was just trying to finish.

At some point, I started to feel pain from the big toe on my left foot.  That was both good news and bad news.  Obviously, any time you have a new pain, that’s bad news.  Why was it also good news?  I no longer noticed the blister on my heel.  I also no longer noticed any sore muscles.  When you have multiple aches and pains, you tend to notice the one that’s screaming the loudest.  I wasn’t happy about the pain in my toe, but it was actually a welcome change of pace to feel that instead of my heel.

The breeze became more noticeable, but it depended which direction I was walking.  In the first half of each lap, I tended not to notice it.  In the second half of the lap, it had a really nice cooling effect.  That made the two halves of each lap feel different, both physically and psychologically.  When I started a lap, I focused on how many laps I had remaining.  When I reached the turnaround, I looked forward to enjoying the breeze on the way back.

With two and a half laps to go, I glanced at my watch.  I’m not sure why I did that.  I was reading splits at each mile, not by lap.  Still, I noticed the total elapsed time.  By now, I had an idea how long it would take me to finish the race.  If I was correct, I still had more than an hour to go.  Two and a half laps sounded manageable.  Having more than an hour left didn’t.

As I finished my 12th lap, I finally felt like the remaining distance was something I could easily handle.  After slowing down to drink some Gatorade at the aid station, I really launched myself into the next lap.  As a result, my next mile was a few seconds faster than my target range.  Normally, I would’ve eased up a bit in the next mile, but I maintained the same effort.  At this point, I was no longer worried about wearing myself out.  I didn’t work hard to keep up the same pace, but I also didn’t go out of my way to slow down.  The result was that my next mile was also in the 12:20s.

I did the same think at the start of my last lap, and I had the same result.  My last two full miles were also in the 12:20s.  That’s four straight miles that were below my target range for pace, but none of them was faster than 12:25.

I kept up the same effort until I came around the last corner and saw the aid station.  Then I walked as fast as I could to the finish.

I finished in 5:33:16, which was good for second place overall.  When I thought the last two and a half laps would take more than an hour, I was wrong.  I didn’t realize they would be my fastest laps of the race.  I was assuming the second half of the race would take at least as long as the first half.  Instead, the second half was three minutes faster.

After the race, I was winded.  I was under control until the last tenth of a mile.  It was my fast finish that left me out of breath.  I spent longer than usual rehydrating and talking to people in the finish area.

When I got back to the hotel, my quads were unusually sore.  That’s normal after running, particularly after an all-out effort.  I don’t usually have sore quads after walking.  Also, this wasn’t an all-out effort.  I felt better after a hot bath and some stretching, but I’m looking forward to a rest day tomorrow.

Today’s race was slower than my last two, but I felt like it was a success.  I did a good job of keeping my pace in a sustainable range.  I have a better idea now how I should pace myself during the Alaska Series.

Race Statistics

Distance:  26.2 miles

Time:  5:33:16

Average Pace:  12:43

Lifetime Marathons/Ultras:  434

Minnesota Marathons/Ultras:  81

Marathons/Ultras Race-walking:  17

Summer Camp, Day 2: Lazy Loon

Today was the second day of a series of races called Summer Camp.  There are five races in the series, but I’m only doing two of them.  I skipped yesterday’s race, because it was on a dirt and grass trail with roots.  I can’t race-walk on that surface.  Today’s race was on a paved path.

Out route was around a small pond next to the Sartell Community Center.  For each lap, we went from the aid station to the pond, went counter-clockwise around the pond, made a U-turn, went clockwise around the pond, and then back to the aid station.  We had to do that 18 time to complete a marathon.  I was already familiar with this course, having done two races here last year.

My biggest concern for this race was the blood blisters under the toenails of each of my big toes.  Those developed during Friday’s race.  When fluid builds under a toenail, the pressure under the nail can get painful.

I didn’t do anything to treat these blisters yesterday.  It was a rest day, and I waited to see if the fluid would get reabsorbed.  During the night, I woke up and had trouble getting back to sleep, because I was feeling some discomfort from those toes.  When I got up this morning, I finally relieved the pressure by poking a pin under the corner of each of those toenails.

The regular start time for today’s race was 6:00, but they also offered an early start at 5:00 for people who expected to be on the course for a long time.  It was a hot day, and there’s no shade on this course, so most people took the early start.  I hated getting up that early, but I took the early start too.

This was Kevin Brosi’s 800th marathon.  Kevin is known for placing rubber ducks and various plastic animals around the course.  In Kevin’s honor, most of us wore yellow shirts.  Some runners also had green hair.  I’m not sure what that represented, but I’m sure there’s a story behind it.

As usual, Kevin had his ducks in a row.  He also brought his usual sense of humor.

I went too fast in my last race.  I was intending to do a measured effort, but it turned into an all-out effort.  Today, I didn’t expect to be as fast.

I wore a plain stopwatch instead of a GPS watch.  That gave me the option of ignoring my pace and just going by how I felt.  When I wear a GPS watch, I see all my mile splits.  If I get that much feedback about my pace, I’m more likely to push to stay on a fast pace.  That’s what happened on Friday.  If I wanted to know my pace, I could always check my time at the end of a lap.

On Friday, my time was 5:15 and change.  To finish in 5:15 today, I would need to average 17:30 per lap.  I wasn’t necessarily trying to walk that fast, but it was a useful benchmark.

The temperature at the start was in the upper 60s.  That was 10 degrees warmer than Friday, in spite of the earlier start.  Starting early meant less time in the sunlight, but it was still going to get hot.

As I started walking, it took a minute or two to find my rhythm.  Then I settled into a smooth gait with a rapid turnover.  I suspect I was going too fast when I started breathing hard after only a few minutes.

I checked my time after the first lap.  It was 16:53, confirming my suspicion that I started too fast.  Over the next few laps, my pace gradually slowed.  By the end of three laps, my average pace was already a bit slower than on Friday.

So far, I wasn’t noticing either of my big toes.  Unfortunately, I was noticing a blister on the back of my left heel.  I was making a concerted effort to make contact with the middle of my foot, rather than with my heel, but I felt that blister anyway.  By trying so hard to avoid striking with my heel, I was limiting the length of my stride.  That forced me to have a rapid turnover to compensate for the short stride.  For the first few laps, I was able to do it, but it was tiring.  I couldn’t keep it up for the whole race.

As I started my fourth lap, I saw Gwen and Kristina step off the course to take pictures.  I looked across the pond and saw the sun just above the horizon.  It was a deep red disk, partially obstructed by some short trees just beyond the other end of the pond.

I walked past this end of the pond twice per lap.  Each time, I looked accross the pond to see the sun.  As it rose higher above the horizon, it’s color changed from red to dark orange to light orange and finally to yellow.  As soon as the sun was above the trees, I saw its reflection on the water.

By the end of my fifth lap, I started to notice some discomfort from the big toe on my left foot.  The big toe on my right foot didn’t bother me.

After six laps, I was on pace to finish in about 5:20.  Even though my pace was slower than Friday, it was wearing me down.  I was already getting tired, and I was only one third done with the race.  Also, it was going to get hot.  I already realized I was going to blow up badly in the second half.

For the next few laps, I considered dropping down to the half marathon.  That decision would’ve been easy to justify.  Friday’s race was my first marathon in almost six months, and I didn’t leave any gas in the tank for today.  Trying to bounce back and do it again with only one day off was ambitious.

I still had three laps to think about it.  During that time, I reminded myself that I’m training to walk marathons on four consecutive days.  If I couldn’t do this, how would I do that?  I was going to crash and burn today, but maybe that was the purpose of today’s race.  I had to go through this experience as a harsh reminder of what happens when you pace yourself too aggressively.  If you start a race too fast, the second half is going to be slow and uncomfortable.  The more important lesson is that you always have to leave some gas in the tank for the next day.  I was learning those lessons, but I had to learn them in slow motion.  By the time I reached the halfway point, I was committed to finishing the race.  I was still on pace for 5:20, but I expected to slow down.  My hope was that I would break 5:30.

Having committed to finishing, I found the next few laps easier.  They weren’t any easier physically, but I had more motivation to keep up my effort.  I still had too many laps remaining to think about the remaining distance.  Instead, I continually told myself to keep doing what I was doing.  My cadence gradually slowed down.  I tried to keep it up, but I was getting fatigued.

I started to notice the sun again.  Now, instead of seeing it across the pond, I was feeling its radiant heat.  It was going to get hot soon.

I felt the need to make a bathroom stop, but I waited as long as I could.  I was afraid after stopping I would have trouble getting back into the same rhythm.  I postponed my bathroom stop as long as I could.  After 12 laps, I couldn’t wait any longer.

I was right to be afraid.  After my bathroom stop, I struggled to get moving again.  My legs were suddenly stiff.  It took an effort just to get back into any kind of rhythm.  I managed to get back into it, but my cadence was slow.  Next, I forced myself to pick up my pace.  I put more effort into my pace in that lap than in any previous lap.  I got back into a decent rhythm, but I don’t know if it was as fast as before.

By now, the temperature had climbed into the upper 70s.  On top of that, the sun was getting higher in the sky, and I rarely felt any breeze.  I was running out of gas, I was feeling the heat, and my legs were stiff.  Nothing was going to be easy.  One lap at a time, I just forced myself to keep on keeping on.

Every so often, I would look at my watch.  My pace continued to deteriorate, but I was still on pace to break 5:30.  That was the only thing that kept me motivated to maintain my effort.

I got a lot of encouragement from the runners.  Everyone complimented me on my fast walking pace.  I didn’t say it, but I was disappointed with my pace.

Finally, as I began my last lap, I found the strength to really pick up my cadence.  Knowing I only had one lap to go made the effort seem sustainable.  When I reached the midpoint of the lap, I checked my watch.  That lap was my fastest since the beginning of the race.  If I could maintain the same pace in the second half, I would come close to breaking 5:25.

Now I really pushed.  I walked as rapidly as I could.  I didn’t quite break 5:25, but I was close.  I finished in 5:25:24.

The second half of the race was five minutes slower than the first half.  I’m not generally happy with positive splits, but I expected it to be much worse.  I thought it would be closer to 10 minutes.  I felt miserable, but I actually held up better than I thought.

After finishing, I ate one of the cookies made in honor of Kevin’s 800th marathon.  I also had some chocolate milk and some pickle juice.  If you saw all the salt crystals on my skin, you’d understand why I would want to drink pickle juice.

The Summer Camp Series is a rebranding of a series that used to be called the Minnesota Brothers Trail Series.  They got rid of one race venue, but added two others.  This was one of the new venues.  Each race in the series has a name and a corresponding medal.  This race was called Lazy Loon.

This race venue was just a couple blocks from a good pizzeria.  I picked up a take-out pizza on my way back to the hotel.  I ate half for lunch and saved the other half for dinner.

After taking a bath and stretching, I started working on my blisters.  To drain the blisters under my toenails, I had to poke a pin under my toenail, surround the toe with a tissue, and apply enough pressure to force the fluid out.  In the short term, that was painful, but relieving the pressure will make it less painful in the future.  For the next few days, this may be a daily ritual.

I couldn’t do much about the blister on my heel.  It’s deep under thick layers of skin.  It also seems to be underneath the empty chamber of an older blister that I already drained.  When you have blisters underneath older blisters, it gets increasingly difficult to drain them.  The long-term solution is to adjust my gait until I’m no longer making contact with my heel.  I’ve been working on that, but it’s a long-term project.

I have another race on Tuesday.  I’m going to have to give some thought to what pace is realistic.  My average pace today was 12:25, but I did it the hard way.  It would’ve been easier if I was averaging 12:25 from the beginning, instead of starting faster and slowing down as I got fatigued.

I’m viewing today’s race as being about learning a lesson the hard way.  On Tuesday, we’ll see how well I learned.

Race Statistics

Distance:  26.2 miles

Time:  5:25:24

Average Pace: 12:25 

Lifetime Marathons/Ultras:  433

Minnesota Marathons/Ultras:  80

Marathons/Ultras Race-walking:  16