My Year, My Goal, Philadelphia Half Marathon

Philadelphia Half Prep

The race is at the end of the week. Right now I am not worried. I put in the work most of the year and a have to get myself prepared mentally to go the distance. I have ran 13.1 miles in one training session at least once every month this year since I started on this journey. Just nothing standing between me and my goal is just to do it.

How did I get myself into this

I often think back on what was I thinking on going for this half marathon. I think back to finishing my first Broad Street when Joe said to me in the car, "You should do a half." I still laugh at myself for doing that. Then sometime later after some more thought and really falling into a funk because I reached my "goal" race at the time and really did not know else to shoot for. 

Then as I was like, I want to run Broad Street again, because I had so much fun. Then after thinking and talking to some friends, of course Joe once again suggested that if I wanted to consider participating in the Philadelphia Marathon weekend, that a few slots were open for people to also run the Broad Street Run. Like a selfish fool, I took the bait and yet started 2019 with my new goal race, The Dietz and Watson Philadelphia Half Marathon.

Putting my feet to work

I am a darn fool. Having my goal race being near the end of the year. However, sometimes you gotta give yourself some time to prepare. And even though I had already ran a 10 miler, I thought it was best to give myself plenty of time to prepare. I even doubled down on this crazy idea of stretching my longest distance to 13.1 miles by putting it out there in the universe when talking about my goal in Ordinary Marathoner podcast. This was called the Philadelphia Challenge. I was honored to be a guest and going into it, I felt like, if I said it out load publicly I must hold myself accountable. This way, I would attempt to get outta my running blues between races and stay focused on the end goal.

I did smart this year with the races I signed up for. The purpose was 1) keep myself building up throughout the year 2) not fill rushed near the end of year to get myself ready for the distance 3) physically recover a little better after finishing and not feel like I have to be in bed for severals days after finishing. I ran the Hot Chocolate 15K (and probably had too run much fun in the process); Broad Street Run 10 Miler (I became a duck in the process); Dairy Air 10k; Philadelphia Mayors Cup [10k]; Race for Blue [5 miler]; and the Rock and Roll Half Marathon. I did have a race in October, but had to cancel due to family commitments.  Each one I used as stepping stone and stay motivated.

I was proud of my progress throughout the year. Even had several good training runs. Even the late August 10k that turned into 10 miles because I was enjoying the run so much, I ran further out than intended. Still happy that I had taken some cash so I could get bottled water at the gas station on my way back. Vacation running is funny that way. 

How many Halves

With the use of Strava I tracked my attempts to run a half every month. The virtual challenges are really helpful. My first thought was if I start to become comfortable with the distance I should be able to concur the race at the end of year and get a time I would be really happy with.  I started it off in January with the Star Wars Virtual Half. Using this virtual race as a challenge I thought that if I could run the full distance that would start me on the right track for the year. On my first run, I got the distance. I strung together several more runs thought the month earn the virtual half. March through May, I made a few more attempts to run a half, but came up short to hit the total distance in one run. However, I did have some good training runs in between, plus I also trained for the Broad Street Run and participated in the Ordinary Marathon during that stretch.

June I was determined to get back on top. And by the end of the month I made it back to the Half mountain top. It was a good. I felt better than I did in January. Then before I knew it September came and it was time for the Rock n Roll Half. I used this as my baseline into going into November. The course is mostly flat and is similar to the Philadelphia Half. In October and into the first week of November I was able to run some tough 10 milers considering I ran the hills in my neighborhood and ran an alternate route on the trail.

So I guess, in total I guess I ran a half 3 times in one single run this year. Could have swore I did it 2 more times at least. Oh well. I have plenty of 10s and some 11s to look back on. In most training programs they even suggest that the individual not run the full distance of their eace until race day. So I may have been following that advice too throughout the year.

Philadelphia Half Marathon

The race is finally here. I am really excited and most of the week, I am fairly calm about the whole thing. I even have been paying attention to the weather report most of the week that said it will be dry and cold during my race day. Temps expected to be in the mid 40s. I thought that cool, until I get hit by Keith on Friday who forwards me the weather report for Sunday and the prediction of cold rain the whole day. At first I thought the weather report was for Saturday and I was none too happy. So yeah I freaked for a bit. Then eventually the smarter part of my brain stepped up and I checked the local weather again. Saturday's report was still the same. Thanks local meteorologists for getting it right. I looked back at what I was sent, at realized it was Sunday's weather. I sent Keith the local weather report. 

Friday afternoon and evening I was like a duck on water leading up to the race. Normally I hit a calm with no problem leading up to my races. I just tell myself, I am going to get up tomorrow, put on my gear and run with a few of my friends. However, because it was my goal race, I was a little more nervous than usual. I calmed down eventually and got a good nights rest. 

 Race day I wake up and go through my normal routine. I get cleaned up, dressed, make coffee to go and eat some warm cereal due to the cool temperatures.  My dad used to say to me when I was young, "You need to have something warm in your belly if you are going to be outside all morning." I actually follow this advice as an adult. Thanks Dad. Then I pack myself a PB sandwich and triple check I have my gear bag (which I half packed the night before) and the rest of my gear which is next to the front door. Then I'm out the door. On my way down, I make a quick stop to grab a couple bananas and some bottle waters. I normally keep one bottle of water and banana for the car ride home after races. This helps me from cramping after the longer distances. Also with being in the back of the pack, I dont' start at the gun time and want to make sure I am hydrated before the start of the race. I am used to an extra 20 - 30 minutes before my corral gets started. 

I met up with Black Men Run Philadelphia prior to the start of the race after checking in my gear.  It's aways a great time getting together and chatting it up. I wanted to meet up with my fellow Team Ordinary  team mate Ben and some more friends running at the race, but I was not able to meet up with them in time. 

After meeting up, we went to our respected corrals. Temperatures are in the low 30s, and I am wearing my warm gear, hat and gloves. I only start to feel more of the cold when I take my gloves off to look at my phone. Why cant I find my touch gloves I think to myself. While doing some stretching and I see Ann. She is so full of energy and excitement.  I was digging her CP3O inspired outfit for the run.  We talk and wish each other luck. I let her and here friends get back to preparing themselves. I quietly start shaking out some butterflies and calm myself.

Picture courtesy of Ann

As I was settling in, I talked with some of the other runners around me. For the most part they were all saying the same thing, not looking forward to the incline near mile 10. Personally I try not to think about the inclines too much. Besides that no one seem to be worried other than finishing the race. I was in mix company of those whom this was their first half and those whom haven't ran more than 5 races in this distance.  The corrals are started in waves with a minute between each one. As My corral finally get started I was on the left side. It was split in half crossing the start line to get everyone to use the full parkway at the start of the race. Due to the amount of people competing, I really understand. I totally wish I was on the right side of the corral starting because Des Linden and Meb Keflezighi were giving high fives. It was really a powerful sight. Smiles all around.

The race starts down the parkway,  and head down towards City Hall. From City Hall you head to Independence Hall where Betsy Ross and Benjamin Franklin were out cheering the racers on. Ben give me a high five and shouted he wants to see Ben Simmons get more aggressive down the stretch. Ben is a big 76ers fan, just like me. (Now only if he could get Dr. J and A.I. to take a picture with me...) Then we headed past the US Mint onto Race. I really wish I took some pictures while we ran on Race Street with the Ben Franklin Bridge on our left hand side towards the water front area. In a city that is always bustling, it was calm and cereal. Hitting Columbus Boulevard during the first 5k, I saw a little girl on the steps of the newer condos cheering us on and running it place. It was a really cute sight.

 After running round Gloria Del-Old Swedes Church Historic Site, was the first water station and conveniently we were right across the street from John's Roast Pork. It's almost the story of my life lately, every time I get near this awesome eatery lately I am either too early or I am to pressed for time to wait in the line. At least the air was crisp and did not smell like food, just race success. Traveling up Front Street hitting mile marker 4, there was the Mile 4 Cheer Party. Music, games, signs, fan fair galore. The incline was slight from being at water level just moments before. Hard to notice. Then I headed north on South Street. I remember all the time in my younger days visiting the various spots on South Street. I don't remember being on the street as the sun was rising. I found this really cool owning the street for the first time in a very very long time.

Passing Starr Garden Park and the fire station, we turn onto Lombard Street, which I remember that my friends old apartment was near by. And as a matter of fact, I ran right past it. I hit a walk break and sent a quick voice text text to him and kept it going. Reminiscing waits for no one.  From miles 5 through 6.5 I must of zoned out a little and just enjoyed myself. (I took a quick potty break after 10k into the race. Stay hydrated people.) We continued to head up Lomard and made a few turns. When I hit mile 7.25 my right calf cramped a little, however, I worked it out.

I was in my own happy place running across the Walnut Street Bridge over the Schuykill River. Getting to the end of the bridge and seeing the FMC building on the right and Penn Park on left is a really good view. Getting to about 8.33 miles into the race my thighs started to tighten. The next water station was just in front of me, so some needed hydration, and drop in elevation, I was back in the game.

Continuing up Walnut through UPenn campus and turning onto 33rd Street the next thing I knew we were  running past Dexel. University City is really nice day or night. Mile 9 we passed Powelton Village and headed toward the Philadelphia Zoo and the dreaded inclines.  I stuck with my plan miles 9 and 10 and took my walk breaks when needed and tried my best to keep pace. After passing the Zoo and running across the Girade Avenue Bridge, I looked at the city skyline one more time taking it all in. I look at the nice person next to me who had been with with me most of the way up to this point and said, "That view of the city never gets old." She agreed and we all continued on.

Finally hitting the mile 10 marker getting into Fairmount Park, my tracking app had me two minutes past my average time at this distance. I was not really happy with myself as I hit the next hydration station. I changed my music, hoping that this would help my cadence for the final 5k. I was strong until 11.5 miles where even though it was mostly down hill, I really could have used another hydration station at this point. Getting back onto Kelly Drive and heading for the finish, I felt like I was starting to hit a wall. At this point until 12.5 miles my calves decided to play the cramp and tired game. Left calf, then right calf. I had to back down a bit until the next hydration station. Finally with the last hydration station. With about half a mile left, I knew I was close but yet it almost felt so far away.

Seeing the corner of the Art Museum and people gathering near the Rocky Statue I knew it was time to start digging deep. No more walk breaks. I was only about 3 blocks away from the finishing line. Could hear the crowd and people cheering us. People shouting "You got this," "The finish is right there" "Go big man" and I know I heard someone shout my name, probably from reading my bib. I kept digging trying to shift into 6th gear  but only could manage to into 4th.  I cruised into finishing the Philadelphia Half Marathon. I finished my goal race. It felt great to get across all the timing pads and not stopping for several yards. After stopping, I also stopped my watch after a few seconds. I laughed a little to myself like I just broke some kind of record and needed my own watch to verify it. I shuffled over and move out the way while my heart was still pounding from all the excitement. I finally did it. Ring da bell! They are all not glamorous, however, when you put in the work, it does pay off. Half Marathon is now done.

After the race I grabbed my gear and met up David and Bryant of BMR. They talked me into hanging out in the warming tent for a bit. And I can tell you I needed that in the worst way. My muscles started seizing up due cold temperatures and me not moving around much. Warming tents are just what the doctor ordered on this day. While we grabbed a table and put down our refreshments and snacks, I picked a spot to stretch. This helped a lot. Here is a little advice, recovery starts when you get done. Don't be pig headed. Take the time you need to cool and stretch out properly so you do not turn yourself into a statue.

This weeks journey is done. Until the next running journey. #bighomieonthemove

That smile will stay on face, not because it was cold.

Roll Like the Homies we are

This week's post is dedicated to my homie, John. Until we meet up again, and roll like the homies we are....

Prolog:

Not to get overly emotional, however a close friend passed away recently. He was like family. We used to tease each other that we were brotha's from another motha'. It was really true. Throughout college I had several roommates, mostly due to living in suites the last few years.  I was one of the lucky ones. I stayed in close touch with four of them. 

John and I inseparable after our first year together.  He was in cover band, and I went to an abundance of their shows. And like anything else in life, the band also become my friends due to John. I think as a group we had our fair share of fun too.

Homies For Eva

Life forward

We all got jobs, married, homes, and had kids. In a short, got older and responsible. Yeah, I used the "R" word. How any of us got this far without being chased down the streets by our wives due our own stupidity is still a mystery. This motley crew got lucky. 

John loved finding excuses just to get everyone together. Varies parties and get togethers throughout the year. We had a few annual traditions. Even one, that I brought to the group because I like to keep a few of my own that the fellas would love. Sporting was always in the cards and if we went to our fair share of games together. And yes, John was active. Several years back, the big man dropped a few "lbs" (thats how we talked to each other) and even lead a his job on a 5K walk for charity. This was really inspiring. At that time both of us were cool with walking, but that "running" thing we would double over laughing at people. 

I still do not know who was more excited after I finished the Broad Street Run the first time. John got a text from our friends that I walked into the bar to celebrate. I can only say that on the drive home, I did get several texts from him enjoying the moment. 

Are we going to talk about Running??

My running was a little more off this past week due to John's passing. I couldn't sit on my butt though. He would have said, "Homie, I need you to get those miles. We got a race coming up. And for all the trash you been talking...."

Sunday November 10th

Today, I am scheduled to get my last double digit run prior to the Philadelphia Half Marathon. After today, its time to tapper and rest my legs. Also thought that the run would be good to clear my head. I decided not to run at the trail, and just stay in my neighborhood.  I got three miles in and tripped in a spot that is completely flat. I looked back and of course nothing there. Not a crack, or uneven portion of the pavement. And did I forget to add, that I skidded across the dry pavement. Good thing I was wearing long sleeves and all covered up. I am sure I would have had road rash from head to toe if not for being all covered up. There is no one else on the street but I hear a faint laugh. Almost like it was coming from behind a non-existing bush. Thanks Homie, for the tough love. In short I ran to the other end of town and back, 7.4 miles. The only thing that hurt at the end of this run was my pride.

Paused for a moment to check out view in Glenside

Tuesday November 12th

I am scheduled to do 5kish miles today. Long day at work but much needed after work run. I went to gym next door and did a minuted warmup while getting my devices all ready. After the warm-up, I set the speed and started on my way. After 30 mins, I was feeling good and boosted the speed up some more. Short story, 1 hour on the mill and ran the fastest in my life. 5.75 miles!!!! What the what! I still got no idea what got into me. But the yeah it happened:

Still in shock

Sunday November 17thToday is the last long run before the race. I am scheduled to do about 6 - 7 miles. I over slept a little. The late start did not make it warmer outside with the 30 degree temperature and all.  Fun cold run. Since last week was a mostly flat run, I needed to go back to the hills. First mile I felt good. Then I started mile 2 and bulk of the hills. Then the world got really slow. It took until getting to mile 4 before I felt normal. 10k completed. I am not going to complain. 

Tailgate Promise

Wow, it has really been much longer than I thought for writing. In my last post, I did cover some ground on my previous hiatus.  This time, I can simply say I just did not have much to say. For those close to me, it's funny to every hear me write or say, I don't have much to say.

As I am trying to evolve this space, and as it is dedicated to my running adventures, I want to not just talk about my running. Ok, we will still talk about running.

Running Funk

Every time I reach or goal or finish a major race in my schedule, I fall into the Running Blues. A funk because I hit my goal. My goals are not related to getting a PR (personal record) but more centered around finishing a race. Those race finishes, do come at a personal price. The price being, how did I really feel after? Did I give it my all? Is there more in the tank? Did I give up or just simply did not bring my game with me? 

My races are spaced out far apart enough for me to go through a small funk and then get myself motivated for the next one. My original plan for the fall was to run RnR Philly, Runner's World Festival 5 & Dime, and finally my goal race the Philly Half Marathon. The plans changed and I did not do my 5 & Dime due to outside personal obligations. From a running aspect I was not bummed. I just had to get out and do a training run that weekend when I had a chance. 

I do realize, that due to change in my schedule, I did not train as often as I should have during the month of October. However, I did stay committed to my weekend long runs.  I find that sticking to my weekend long runs does keep me from blues. I stay motivated. Even though the smaller runs are good for my training.

Long Run Days

It's football season. I like to run 5k - 10k on the days my team plays. Which is mostly Sunday's which happens to be my Long Run days. Some would say, that if I run the team will do better. Some times this does work. Other times, I feel like maybe I should have ran further. And on a few occasions this season, I did a lot of miles, but my team did not win. Such is sport.

I'll run either run at one of a couple trails, Pennypack  or Power Lines, or the surrounding area.  I still find that where ever I run, the world does slow down a bit. I lower my music and observe everything that is going on. I am more impressed with a few things that I see. As of lately my phone is not handy to snap a picture. I think that is part of me just enjoying the run.

3rd Generation Dodge Dart Swinger

Over the last several weeks, I have stayed to doing 10k or more with majority of my long runs. With the exception of 10/27 when I ran 5 miles in the rain, then when I got home, did a few more miles on the elliptical. 

This past Sunday, I ran 10 miles through Pennypack. I mixed up this run by taking a trail I have been wanting to take for some time. I got to see another side of the trail and even enjoyed the fall weather. 

One of 14 footbridges on Pennypack trail

Data? We don't need no stinking Data

October 13th started off a good run. I got a later start than I wanted so I elected to run around the area instead of heading to the trails. It was a nice morning so staying close to home was  good idea. I made sure my hydration pack was filled and I put on my watch, which was charging all night, and the rest of my gear and headed out the door. My plan is to do about 8 miles. 

Seeing as though I am running in my area, I am going to mix it up and do some hills. I still rather run the hills near my house than the ones in the North Star section of Delaware. I am familiar with those hills on both foot and bike. North Star is not a fun training ground for me.  Early in my morning run my watch died on me. Great. I thought I had it plugged in all night. SMH. No matter. I know know how far I have thus far. I will just start up one of my apps on my phone. Yeah, that stopped tracking me too after some time.

I got about 5.5 miles into my adventure and stopped to help someone change a flat. Most of my training runs, I am not paying attention to time, just working on my conditioning and cadence.  The person I helped appreciated the offer and together we got them on their way. It was a really bad flat. Looked like someone slashed through the side of the tire with a sword. One the ugliest flats I have seen in a long time. I restarted my app and continued on my adventure running up and down the hills and all around. When I get to where I started I see that my app even stopped working shortly after resuming. It looks like it auto-paused when I was waiting for the cross walk and never resumed. Epic fail. So how far did I go? I used my phones health app and it told me how far I had went.  Best thing for me it was only tracking since I walked out the front door because I had the charger next to the front door.  10.3 miles. Next time, I'll make sure my watch is plugged in all the way. 

Tailgate Promise

On my local runs I run through Hillside Cemetery. When I run through it quiet and serene. I normally plenty of deer running through the cemetery, darting around and back into the woods. On occasion I may even see  some visitors early in the morning whom are there to pay respects to their loved ones. When I do come across those visiting, I stop my music and go by quietly so I do not interrupt their time.  However, during the fall, I do observe one visit almost every week that is heart warming.

Since I run the same route through the cemetery, I have been greeted by a gentleman whom, almost every week during football season is paying respects to their loved one. He parks his car nearby and takes out a little radio. Sets up a chair and tunes he radio to the local pre-game sports broadcast for the days football game. He may be wearing a sweatshirt or hat, but I have come to know him by his kind smile. I am normally wearing my Eagles hat, and I tip it to him as I pass by. Sometimes we wave to each other. I continue on quietly, with no music playing, and allow them to continue on listening to the radio and discussing the upcoming game.

I have been running this route now for the third fall. I did not think this would continue after the Eagles won the Super Bowl a couple years ago. The team won........ the following seasons come and ominously they are both there. Supporting the team, listening to the radio, and going over the upcoming game. This is specially true for every home game. Almost like a tailgate minus the "party" atmosphere. 

In my own observation, I think to myself this was a promise that was made between the two. "We will tailgate together every week. Rain or shine. Especially for the home games... no matter what. Why? Because that is the only time we get to catch up and have a couple of laughs."  This is how in a way I think the conversation started some time ago. 

I got to thinking about the promises I have seen people make to each other over time. Most of them have to do with being side by side with their friend or family member no matter what the circumstances are. You just got engaged, had a baby, fell ill, moved into a new place, new job, loss someone close to you?  I bet everyone can name at least one person in their life that would drop everything to be with them at a moments notice in any situation. 

You and that person have a bond that is like no other. The kind that no matter how much time has passed since you have seen each other, you can pickup where you left off in a conversation. Regardless if that conversation was 10 years ago or 5 minutes ago.  These types of bonds are unspoken and unbreakable. I would describe it as a brother/sisterhood or kindred spirits. 

Promises like this have a deeper meaning between those involved then to the outside observer. Holding true to the mutual promise is honorable. Tailgate with your kindred spirit every chance you get. Play the radio and go over the injury report, stats, and potential trades. Yell at the broadcaster you both never agreed with. Why? That is what loved ones do for each other. Continue supporting each other for as long as time will allow. It could be as memorable as driving through the clouds.

Half Marathon.... Did the wheels fall off???

It has been a while since I have posted anything. I can say that my running style, leading up to a goal, comprises of two rules for me: 1) Listen to my body 2) Stick to the plan. Let's get into a quick recap of doing my first half marathon (13.1 miles 😲 ).

Vacations are Important

I think that it goes without saying that vacations are important. Leading up to my family vacation at the end of August, I was due for a vacation. Being a person whom in the years past whom has worked 9, 10, and even 13 months between vacations, life can be a little taxing. It has been a long time since I have count down to a vacation. I think it has been close to 10 years since I actually looked at a clock and calculated 'out loud' how long until my vacation started. That happened this year.

Prior to getting our our destination, we stopped to visit some family for a couple days. Its nice the the kids get some time to with their cousins. Just like when I was kid, as soon as all the girls see each other the adults don't matter until they get hungry or it's time to somewhere. That is actually fun for me. While on our visit, I did sneak in a run.

 10k or 10 Miles

My whole premise in going for a run near my mother-in-laws was to run in the park across the street from her neighborhood. It has been a while, but the I remember the park has a bike/running path and its not that long. I figure, Ill just run about 6 miles and then head back to house. Shower and have breakfast. It was nice clear crisp morning for late August. That means there was like no  humidity, perfect. I started off on my journey following the main path, which didn't take me through the park. It took me past the park and down the road a bit. No matter, its early in the morning and its quiet out so I make the most of it and keep on going. I am having fun. I am on vacation.

Needless to say this kid went too far. If I am doing less than 8 miles total, I do not have to take water with me. I normally have it in my car or I am in an area that has plenty of water stations. If I run on the higher end, I make sure that I stay hydrated. Well I had gone 5.25 miles before my ears heard the sound of an engine that I have not heard in some time. Then my eyes spotted what was making that sweet sweet american muscle sound. My personal lime green whale, unicorn, mystical '68 Dodge Dart Swinger. Yes, the car is Lime Green. And yes, Ill get into it more later on why this particular is #1 on my list. But lets say I tried to chase her down and I knew it was stupid, but I was going to need to turn around anyway. Lets just put a pin in this and sum it up that I ran a little over 10 miles. Took until I got over 9.5 miles in until I got water. Overall, I did really good on this run. I looked at my pace later to find out I was staying within 13:30 - 14:00. which I hoping will be the case when I finally get to my big race.

 What happened to Vacation???

The family and I went back to Virginia Beach this year. I love coming here. It is peaceful, friendly and fun. I'm still working on my retirement plan where I can be there more often, or better yet just liver here. I did a few runs around the area, and even peered at some local real estate. It rained the first day in half. But the sun finally came out and we enjoyed our time. Pool side, beach side, aquarium, light house touring, dolphin watching, water parks etc etc etc. Now to think about it, I need a vacation from the active vacation. I learned a couple things on this vacation:

• The turtle at the aquarium has been there since day 1. And I have been going to the same aquarium since day 1. It's been over 30 years. Happy Birthday buddy. 
• The water park may have had a few name changes, and has been updated over the years but its also 30 years old. Fantastic!!
• My picture is no longer up at the light houses and I am no longer being sought for whatever reason they said. 35 proud years on that. Happy Anniversary to me and my juvenile vacation life.
  

We saw 5 pods of dolphins. Even had to wait for a large grouping to clear in order for the boat to make it back to dock.

13.1 Miles or BUST!!

I have previously written about how I was aiming to run 13 miles at least once a month leading up to my race. In August I did not make it. My scheduled long run day was cut short due to not feeling well. But all the recent weekly runs including the ones on my vacation, I have been feeling really good. Leading up to Rock N Roll Half, I am feeling confident up until a few days before the race. My wife asked me if I was ready? I was like I was until you just asked me. I got knocked off my game a little.

Anyway, that got put outta my head with a few other things going on in life. More pressing things came to light that I needed to attend to, which were unforeseen distractions. In addition, I got so many supportive messages from family and close friends who want to see this new side of me do this distance. My man Scott  the whole week leading up to the race is trying to keep me motivated in his own relentless way.  The only thing I can do come race day is stick to my plan and do my best. Just one foot in front of the other.

Friday before the race I pickup my bib and other race essentials with my partner in crime Joe. Just another day going to the Rock N Roll Fitness Expo. We both toured around and saw some cool things. Even ran into our friend Jill at the expo. Really funny because I was just asking if we were meeting up with her after the race. Really excited to get some time to catch up and just hang out.

Picture courtesy of Jill K

Race day comes. We are back at Eikins Oval for the Rock N Roll Half. This race is so big that there are 20 corals of people running. And you guessed it, I am in the last coral. The upside is that I always meet a couple new people. That the one thing I like about running. I always meet people I would never have met in life if it was not for this. I met Julie first, who live in Baltimore. We met another nice lady from Brooklyn. I did not write down her name, I am so very sorry. She was super nice. She was with a group of us that paced together during the first 5 miles of the race. Then I also ran back into Michael whom I met at the HC15k earlier this year and his friend Lauren. They were back in town from Baltimore too for this race. My hometown people always find me, so I never far from home.

Michael and I ran half the race together. I actually have to give him credit for showing me how to setup the intervals properly in one of our apps so I could execute the 4/30. (4 mins running, 30 secs walking) After 8 miles Michael told me to leave him. My pace was getting a little faster and he rolled his ankle a little. He stopped at the Aide station to get checked out, plus he did not want to be too far ahead of Lauren in case she needed him. That right there is a good friendship. Looking out for each other. I understood and kept going.

Michael and I about 5 miles into the race

After  about 8.5 miles into the course, my quads started hurting a little. Good thing there was a water and Gatorade station ahead. After getting hydrated I started feeling better and powered on. I really have to say, this course which has us running through Center City and all the landmarks, then down Kelly Drive and finishing on MLK Drive nice. You really  get to enjoy the city. After 11 miles I basically am with the same grouping of runners since the early part of the race. Many are asking for Michael, I explained he is ok and asked me to keep on going. Really nice because everyone wants to make sure each other is healthy and having a good time.

I also meet Dee and her friends from Charlotte. Dee is doing 50 States before 50. Today's race is state 43. The previous day she ran a half marathon distance in Delaware. Then got right up and is doing another half in Philadelphia. My legs heard that and were like, I am not the one. We got to chatting a little too. After we hit 12 miles they said, "You did 12 so far. 13 is right around the corner. You aight."  At that point it dawned on me, yeah, 12 miles are down. I am a little tired but it's time to finish this.

13.1 miles and still smiles

After glancing at my Fitbit, I noticed that my pace has been a little slow and I picked it up a bit. Not much now, I did not go flying. But I did go faster. And as I hit the bend for the last tenth of a mile I gave it my all and powered my way across the finish line with all I had left in the tank. 13.1 BUSTED!!!!

I do not think I felt this good since running my first Broad Street. We have one more race this season. The Philadelphia Half. I have a few things to work on. Especially trying not to feel fatigued after 8 miles.


For more details about the Rock N Roll Half Philadelphia and my overall race experience please read my review.

I hope you enjoyed this entry #bighomieonthemove

RnR Philadelphia Half Course Map

Week In Running 7/13 - 7/20

Heat Wave

I live in the Northeast and we are in a bit of a heat wave. My running milage is down a little, but in order to handle the heat, I have come up with a few ways to deal with it.

Saturday 7/13

Got a late start to the day, but need to get the long run in. Because the temps were high, I stayed indoors to get 10k done. I was just happy to get it over with. It was not pretty but, keeping the intensity up, while using sport mode made this feel more like running outside. 

Monday 7/15

Had to drop off my car in the morning for some work. I thought to myself, I could run back home from the shop. After all, it's not that far away from the house. But being pressed for time, and needing to be on-time for my morning meetings, I decided to whip out the bike. I road my bike home the mile. 

Friday 7/19  Lilly Pads for All

Had a hard time falling back to sleep after working late. My mind was going a million miles a minute and you would have thought that watching Archer or Futurama before going to bed would have settled my mind. I had to day off work and lunch plans with my folks and brother. In addition, my first boss/mentor and life long friend, John Douglas, is in town and it has been a while since we have had a chance to see each other in person. I got in 5k this morning after I made a stop to enjoy Long Wood Gardens. Thanks to G Money who for suggesting the change in scenery. On this visit, I went to other parts of the grounds to enjoy the water falls, bell tower, and various gardens.  Here are just a few photos I took on my adventure:

Saturday 7/20

I over slept a little. I have planned my long run for the day. After getting the kids started on breakfast and dragging myself together, I noticed the temps were creeping almost to 80 degrees. The best part is that this is all before 8AM. Yup, defiantly in the middle of a heatwave. I jumped back on the saddle, and took my trusty bike out for a ride around the area. I made sure to fill up my hydration pack with cold ice water. I knew I was not going to be out too long, but still, the humidity was thick and I did not want to get over heated. 

Red Wagon Chronicles

Vol I

I was inspired to start this column due to recent conversation. Basically, what do I get into outside of my physical activities? Is there another purpose to the everyday other than just work and run? Of course there is more to making this old guy tick than just throwing on some sneaks and getting around town.

Chris with his "Done talk to me about running" shirt. I gotta get one for bye-week.

I thought it be best to start this now that we are in the middle of a heat wave here in the Northeast and my milage is down a little. I'm no fool, when its hot, I figure something else out. I dedicate this column to my family and friends who I get so spend time with, talk, text, message, share photos, call, etc. just to keep the good times going.

Duck Wrangling

When the family and I are out and about, the girls red wagon is normally involved. My girls love their wagon so much. The fancy ez-fold wagon, complete with seats and pockets for water bottles. The girls are love the wagon, and it just make it easy to get them both around and haul a few other things, then attempting to log everything around at once.

Recently we had a weekend trip to Lancaster to take the kids to Dutch Wonderland. The park is nice and family oriented. The rides and attractions are mostly for young children. There are various rides for the little ones, water park, shows, boat ride, horses, car rides, and  few roller coasters, but not the kind over the top thrill ride most coaster enthusiast go from park to park to experience. We like making this annual trip because it's not that far from home and it budget friendly. 

This time around the girls opted to spend most of the time in the water park section and the hotel pool. Water keeps them happy and the weather was nice.  While at the park, I discovered I had a new skill. Duck Wrangling. The park is home to a family of ducks and ducklings. They live by the log flume ride. While waiting for the ride, the local family decided to check out all the guests and very the heights of all the children to make sure they enjoy the festivities of the ride. I am still not sure how this happened, but at some point, I was deputized to wrangle the ducks and keep them from getting back into the line. None were harmed while we in line. And of course the girls wanted to bring them all home, including the momma duck. 

That's my foot keeping the ducklings from getting back in line. Proud momma looking on.

"Daddy, we can bring them home with us?"

My Week In Running 6/24 - 6/30

I am getting used to sharing my runs not only on social media, but also here in this space. Let’s see how this goes for a weeks worth of recap.

This covers my activity from 6/24 thru 6/30.

Monday 6/24

Normally I like to get a run in to start the week of right. Especially, if I took the weekend off. This what I found myself in on this very Monday. I did not run over the weekend, as the family and I did a weekend getaway and had a great time.

However, I did not run. I was scheduled to donate platelets at the American Red Cross that evening and I did not want my iron count to be low again. I have found it that increasing my distance and some of my workouts, have left my iron levels low for donation but perfectly fine for everyday health. Recently I even verified this information with my GP and he was really happy that I even knew what my count was not alone donate.

I was happy to hear that I passed on the iron level test and was able to donate. The funny part is, my appointment is typically the last one of the day, so when I left after about and hour and half and 5 other people were still hooked up, I was like, “they must be giving more units?” Not really, I found out my platelet count is very high, I was just done before them.  

Wednesday 6/26

After a days rest after donating platelets, I was feeling more like myself so back to the grind. I had in my mind, today is a 5 mile day. I went to the gym before work and got to work. Calling myself king supreme, I hit the treadmill. I was feeling really good after the first two miles. My pace was steady but manageable. Then after 2.5 miles, I felt like like I was struggling a little more than I should have. I backed down a little bit but finished 5k. 

Guess I should have waited until at least mid-day to tackle those miles. Don’t worry, I told myself, you will own this machine next time.

Friday 6/28

The girls did not me to drop them off at school today. Mommy was their chosen favorite for the morning. I headed to gym again after running a couple of early morning errands. It really not often I get a chance to the gym twice this early in day and I was taking advantage of it. Due to time, I was able to squeak out another 3.25 miles, but my pace was back on point at 13’58”.  The person next to me said they could not keep up with me, thats only because I changed my music. What can I say, when EPMD is on, my legs feel young again. Side note, I did have a hard time getting out of a chair or two later that day. If my music does not show my age, my body snuck up to snitch on me. I was asked if I need help, my only response “Healthy living is trying to take me out.”

Sunday 6/30

I made a promise to myself at the beginning of the year. I would dedicate at least 1 long run a month to doing half marathon distance. This in preparation for the now two halves I will be doing in the later part of the year. After a week of not getting the miles, I wanted during the week, I had something to prove to myself. As added motivation, in order to meet my monthly goal, I had to nerve to sign-up for two virtual missions through Strava:

1. Half Marathon Challenge for the month
2. Race to the Moon Challenge. Which meant I had 50 days to run 50 miles

For majority of my long runs I go to Penny Pack Creek Trail. It’s fairly flat, but one end has a slightly higher incline than the other. The length of main trail is 5.25 miles, with parking available on either ends, the middle, and a couple smaller parking lots that are located just off the main tail. I like this trail because of the creek, natural wildlife, and everyone is really friendly to each other. I got to the park just before 6:30 to beat the heat.

For this run, I make sure that I have hydration pack and gels. In addition, due to the distance, I am going to try to stick to intervals more than ever. Mostly because of the heat, and I want conserve as much energy as possible for the later half of my distance. I start by heading to the harder end of the trail to get that out the way. When I get to the end of the trail, I run through the adjoining neighborhood, Rockledge.  Then I head back.

After I do about 5 miles, I take my first gel with some water. I keep heading to the other end of the trail. I felt myself starting to slow down around mile 6, but, I just relaxed and I was able to keep steady. I trusted the intervals, 4 mins running/30sec walking. A couple of times I had to extend my walking to 45seconds, but it will come together. After 10 miles I took my second gel. I really did not feel like I needed it at this point, but, I am treating the day like a race so sticking with my plan.

I finished the distance, all 13.1 miles. I was shocked that I did not have to crawl into my car when I was done. I almost felt a little like I did 10 miles from a couple weeks earlier. Just like any other long run, just before I got back in the car, I stretched and switched my sneakers. My feet always feel better just by swapping. It may be more mental than anything, but they always feel better.

The Beginning of the Journey

How can you wait until you are almost 40 years old to start running?  How many people can say they have heard that question? Or hear something similar.

Here I am going to share with your the beginning of my running journey. The process that leads me up to today. I am not ashamed to say that my whole life up to starting the journey I was not very big into running. I like hiking. So covering a fair distance on foot is not my issue.  After all, I was an Eagle Scout in my youth, so yeah, my legs had do some work.

It’s true, like many this journey started after a doctors appointment. I have always been a bigger build, husky, big bone, chunky, lots of love, full figured, ‘man size,’ dare I say “fluffy” kind of guy my whole life. Like most kids, I did sports and was active in my teens and 20s. I stayed fairly active until my early 30s. By this I mean I went to the gym regularly and didn’t mind going for walks. (Yes I said walks, no running people.) I had periods at this point where I would walk up to 3 miles in the late spring and summer. I figured I lived in a nice area. The neighborhood and a few parks around were nice. My soon to be wife like to explore some the parks around, so we do a little romantic walks and picnic in the parks when ever we had free time. It was cool too, got meet some of neighbors. Learn about the houses and schools in the surrounding area, where we may want buy a house.

The Seeds Planted

Then the fall before we were getting married I loss my job. I still had a part-time job, which I did get to help pay for the some wedding expenses so we would not be cash strapped. And I had to admit, my part-time job was fun. I even said, I never looked at something I did a the “fun job” until then. The experience was almost like I got paid to hangout with friends, which I made many, over the short time I was there.  Back to walking. So that fall, with having more time on hands during the day than I would like, I walked in the trail at Tookany Creek Park everyday. I walked 3 to 6 miles, while listening to the news and various podcasts at that time. My idea was I could not just look for jobs all day. I had to get out and clear my mind. Enjoy things other than going o the office everyday.  And of course continue the job hunt.

I met a lot of nice people during this period just walking the trail. You see the same people everyday and eventually you get to talking. I was found of the recent retirees who liked seeing me out there more often, getting my exercise in. They wished the did the same when they were my age.

I also had a friend who managed a fitness store. He would invite my over often to keep my mind focus on the upcoming wedding, and also get me to try out new equipment all the time. It was better than going the gym to me, because if did not walk a lot that day, I got a really good work out in while having some laughs with my boy. In retrospect, I did like walking everyday. At the time it was just a routine I did to keep the non-working full time monkey off my back.

The Doctor

We got married that winter. I got a full time job shortly after. All in all, I was unemployed 5 months. To a person who has been working full time hours since they were 18. Unless I was in college, not working full time has never been my strong suit. I have always been one of those people that likes working. Thats just how I am wired I guess. But I digress, let’s fast forward several years. My wife and have started our family. We have a home and life is normal. I go to my family physician for my annual physical.  Now since we haven’t too long had our second child, I am expecting my doctor to once again get on my case about my weight. But every time I have gotten this talk, I find myself winning because all my tests come back normal. No high cholesterol or blood pressure, stress levels are fair, no diabetes, no major health issues. So to me, I am just a guy who has a little more weight than the doctor would like, but in my mind, I am still active. I have to chase my kids around and I am not out of breath. I think this year, I’ll get another slap on the wrist and walk out saying I told you so. 

This time was straight different. The doc opens up my test results and screams with jubilation, “Finally, I Got You!!!” Now some people would have been offended, but my doctor and I have a really fun relationship. We make each  other laugh. and he never got too much on my case, unless I got a bad test back. We have a mutual respect for each other. On this day, the tests said my blood pressure high. It had been high for a couple of visits. We talked and it was time for me to take it serious. I started taking blood pressure medicine that day. I hate taking any kind of medicine. Period end of story. So besides attempting to modify my diet, I had to figure out what I could change in my life-style that would work.

Now I Start Crawling

At this point its 2017, and I work at company that expanding their well-ness program. I signed up for Group Boot Camp with a few of my co-workers. The idea for the program is, if they carved out a meeting block two times a week, during working hours, would we do the group work-outs. I was like, finally a meeting that I can just put my sweats on and pump some old fashion iron. Sign me up. That was not exactly what the class had in mind. There was various cross training exercises, mixed with stretching, some yoga, agility drills, and of course weight training. Mike suggested to me join him with running Sarcoma Run that August. This was a 5k foot race for charity. Now I have never ran any real distance other than a couple of blocks at this point in time in my life. And even then most of those came with a purpose, food and fun. A bunch of people we worked with were already signed up for a 5k race called the Color Run that was in June. We all happened to be in the same Boot Camp. I said to Mike, “Lets do the Color Run. And if I don’t die, I’ll join you for the Sarcoma Run.” I did my own couch to 5k training prior to the race. Still had no idea what I was doing. But Mike was also training for the Sarcoma race. He is a Sarcoma survivor and this race was not only redemption, but it was his way to prove physically he was back. Mike and I did the Color Run together. He introduced me to intervals, the walk-run, technique. And I have to say I didn’t die. 

As a man of my word, I joined him on Team Never Quit for the Sarcoma Run Philly.  Mike, Tricia (boot camp trainer and friend), and me started this race together. Tricia job that day was help Mike and subsequently me, on pace. We all started together and it was great. But there is  thing about races, when you start some sections get all bunched with people. I am not  fan of crowds, so I maneuvered through so I could have some room. Let’s say after the first mile, I looked around and those two were no where to be seen. I lost them. I just kept running the race. And when I finally so that finish line coming down the stretch I took-off running. I was flying because I just wanted the race to be over. I joined the rest of the team, avid runners, and checked to see if Mike and Tricia where both sitting just waiting for me to finish. Come to find out, they were the last ones left to that needed to finish for our team. I promised my friend we finish the race together, so I went back after him. I did not have to go far, by the time I reached him, he only had about the last half mile to the finish line. And we had a really good, heart felt, inspirational chat down the home stretch. That is correct, course words all around. That how we roll. Sorry Hallmark, you can’t use any of those phrases. 

Mike finished that race in one of the best fashions I have ever witnessed. Not only did he finish strong, but there were tears shed and warm hearted moments. Until, his son went over with his mom, and while he was drinking his water he and I started again. Just like an old couple bickering over whether one them likes crackers with their soup. We had a lot of fun that day. 

Now I Start proverbial Walk

Shortly after the Sarcoma Run,  said to my wife maybe there is something to this running thing. I signed up to do Stomps Cancer 5k in West Chest that September through my job. We helped raise many for Bring Hope Home foundation, ran around West Chester University, and had a bunch of laughs afterwords for a good cause. I really enjoyed this race. I think besides the cause, I was with a great group that had fun with it.

At this point I figure, if I am going to keep running, I need to keep having fun. So I keep training and learning along the way. I get myself a better pair of running shoes. I join my old partner Joe and Jim that October at the Runner’s World Run Festival. I decided to just do the 5k distance. I am still fairly new to running overall. And I am a little out of my element being at Runner’s World. But the day starts off kinda cool. On our way after getting our bibs Joe and I get meet the legend himself Bart Yasso. 

I never in my life thought I would be a) running b) walking into Runner’s Wold headquarters c) meeting Bart Yasso! Up to this point I had read several articles, need it be in sporting magazines, or even business articles about the man, his passion for the sport, and how that influence became a business, but that was a jaw dropping moment. I did 

and work my way into doing the Rock Run that November. This annual event is held near the Philadelphia Art Museum. Now, in my mind the first couple of weeks in November are not that cold. The temperature is not normally lower than 40 degrees so I’ll be good to run. Plus, I called this the run for me. I did several races with friends, but I wanted to end the calendar year with one I was doing for myself. Needless to say, when I started the Rocky Run it was 20 degrees outside. Good thing I had on my thermo sweats. 

Now I Run

I keep up my running and training the winter of 2017. I run at least 5k every Sunday. If I cannot run outside, I use the elliptical in my house. Funny thing about the elliptical. My wife and I got it to stay in shape before we started our family. We both had days that we worked a little later than one may want, and the elliptical was a practical purchase to use instead of feeling like you had to rush to the gym. Then it was almost like a piece of “art” I guess collecting dust for a little while while the girls were tiny. Then the running phase kicked in and how it has new life again.

Roll around to March 2018. Joe talks me into signing up for the Love Run. Joe is doing the Half Marathon. I on the other hand signed up for the 5k distance. I am starting to feel comfortable at this point with this distance. Besides I found out that Herby was going to be at the race. I really wanted to take my photo with Love Bug. Call me nostalgic, or just say, I still love cars. I was motivated to finish this race so I can get my photo with Herby the Love Bug.

It may have been the weather, or maybe at some point in the back of my mind I start thinking that “I got this.” Or maybe it was the fact that I was meeting someone for breakfast while Joe was finish the Half Marathon distance. Well no matter what it was, I finished this 5k really strong. I had a few people approach me after I finished the race saying things like, “I saw you out there, Keep it up Homie, My man was no joke coming to finish, Homie you were moving,” etc. I took all this as great words of inspiration. I really appreciated hearing that from all the other runners.

For months, I have been training. I am starting to get comfortable with running 5ks. I am not fast but I still get the job done. What is my ultimate goal? I had secretly entered the lottery for the Broad Street Run. This race is 10 freaking miles. Up to this point most I have ran is 6 miles. And that was for fun one morning, instead of running my 5k, I got lost in my audio book and boom 6 miles.

I digress, so yup, I won the Broad Street Run lottery on the first try. That does not happen to many people. Best 40th birthday gift I could give myself.  So training starts February to the first weekend in May. I use one of the recommend programs for first timers doing a race of this distance. I had to say, the 10 week plan was really good. 

Race day comes. I get up, I think I am ready. Do my morning breakfast routine for running. Eat pancakes and granola. Go over to get Joe and head down to the race. We meet up with some friends and park by the stadiums. We take the subway up.

This is my first race of this distance. Everyone else this is at least their second 10 miler. But the upside is, that the course is mostly flat and after about 2.5 miles its all totally down hill. Besides, I went college at Temple. I'll get run past my old dorm. Plus after almost 20 years, I can say for my folks I finally ran up and down the street without partying.

I stick with Barb for the start of the race. We are in the same coral and I can pace with her as far as I can. We made a pack that after my nerves calm down, I would just let her do her race.

Well when we start, it really not my nerves so much as its I half to go the bathroom. I made sure I drank plenty of water before the race so I would not get cramps in my calves. I spend the first couple of miles I keep searching for a line that is short in the port-a-potties along the course. After a couple of miles I tell Barb to just run. Ill find a bathroom. That took about 5 miles before I found a short line. After running around City Hall, and shaking hands with the former Govenor/Mayor Ed Rendell. This is at mile 6. Side note, the Gov was surprised to see me running. He was like what?! T, you are running... 10 miles?! I have known him since I went in college. This brings our relationship full circle, because I know there was running joke of things we could not see each other doing. Running this race was on the list. No time for photos, I am chasing the clock at this point. I headed the final 4 miles to finish the race.

 I just stayed in my lane and ran my own race. And like in the previous races, when I got down in the home stretch I ran as fast as I could to the finish line. Over the crowd, I did hear my buddy Matt scream my name. Also I may have heard him say finally, he was buying. Matt has never bought a round.  That's motivation. I finished the Broad Street Run in 2:22:43. No bad for this kid.

After months of training and getting out of my comfort zone I had successfully reached my goal. It took some time for me to reflect on all the good words everyone shared with me over the journey to this point. It wasn't until I looked back at recent photo’s, that  I realized I earned #bighomieonthemove: