Marvelous Night for a Moon Run

I am taking a rest day today (Thursday).  I have had a full week of workouts already.  Sunday’s indoor bike ride was not too hard – I did not ride as long as Laura did because I had to change the pedals on my bike because I had it setup so our son could ride it while he was home from college over the holidays.   On Monday morning, I did my tempo run workout.  The streets were clear, and it was right around freezing, but pretty windy.   On Monday evening, we went to Master’s Swim Practice.  This is a good structured workout, but most of the members are former high school and college swimmers who enter meets at the master’s level.  They separate speed by lanes, and I am in the slowest lane.  That is fine, but with 4 people in the lane, we were bumping into each other a lot.  A couple of the members act as coaches, and say on the deck, explaining the workouts.  They have a lot to improve on my stroke, and I get good suggestions.  The swim cross-training in my marathon program calls for about 45-55 minutes of swimming – about 1600 yards.  This workout was 2500 yards, and stretches to 90 minutes.  I am okay with that, but the session starts at 7:30 pm, so we are getting home from the high school between 9:45-10 pm by the time we get showered and dressed.    Our plan is to do this on Mondays and Fridays, but with my first 20 miler on Saturday morning, I am going to pass this Friday.   

On Tuesday night, we started another new venture – CompuTrainer ‘Lab’ workouts.  This is a group indoor bike session in the basement of our friend, Bernie Conway, who is a multiple time Kona qualifier Ironman. ‘140Point6 Computrainer Lab ‘ has 8 CompuTrainers hooked into a common computer network, with large video screens displaying our progress, remote-controlled fans, and  music, lights and TV/video screens.  Bernie designs workouts for a group workout- we have signed up for a six-week session.  Tonight is an FTP test (Functional Threshold Power).  It measures in watts the amount of power you could deliver for 1 hour, at 100% of your effort.  This test approximates  that 1 hour measure by looking for 105% of power for 20 minutes. 

CompuTrainers apply resistance to the rear wheel of the bike to simulate hills based on a computer program.  I bought one from Bernie for Laura 2 Christmases ago, and that is where Laura does her bike workouts, usually following an interval workout, based on an FTP test Bernie did a couple of years ago.  Or, she runs a course profile of an Ironman or Triathlon course, and rides that for 1-2 hours.  Sometimes I will switch my bike onto the CompuTrainer, or adjust the seat on Laura’s bike for a CompuTrainer ride.  But there is some setup and calibration with CompuTrainers, so if I ride on a morning before work, I just hop on my bare-bones fluid trainer and start pedaling.

Bernie must have had our data from 2 years ago, because he gave me a base FTP of 180.  I was surprised, because I rarely hit that in our basement, and I gear my workouts to hot 130-140.  I guess I need to ramp that up.    We had 8 people in the basement, all of them I have met before either in our triathlon club, or master’s swim.  Bernie helped get our bikes on the trainers, and do all the warm-up and calibration of the bikes and equipment necessary to ride.  He had us warm up for 20 minutes, and we tried to keep our watts at 50% of FTP, and the RPM about 85.  The output from our bikes was displayed in front of us on large video screen, with a “dashboard” effect, where if your watts drop below 45%, it shows blue; if you are in the 46-54% sweet spot, it shows green, and if you go above that, it goes from yellow to orange to red.   For further distraction, Bernie showed video of an Ironman race from Louisville.  Bernie has done that, and Laura has gone to Louisville a few times to watch our friends. 

We did some short intervals where we hit 100% of our FTP for a minute at a time, and then we did some recalibration.  Now it was time for the FTP test.  The idea is ride a course with a constant 0.2% - 0.25% grade at 105% of your FTP.   I took a GU, and water, and got ready to wrap my head around this.  When Bernie started the test, there was a tendency to spike your FTP, I did not immediately get above 105%, but when I did, I went WAAAY over for a few seconds.  Pretty soon, I was staying between 100-110% so about 180-200 watts.   I tried to focus on delivering power by applying constant pressure through my foot contacting the pedal, both on the down stroke and the upstroke.   By 5 minutes in, I was dripping with sweat, and wondered how I would keep this up.   After that, I got into a rhythm for a while.  Bernie had switched the Ironman video with one of an “alley cat” bike race in NYC.  So, instead of Olympic caliber athletes riding bikes we would love to have, these were bike messengers and hipsters dodging traffic, and giving cyclists a bad name.   Bernie had told us to keep steady until 5 minutes left, then start maxing out.  So at 10 minutes, I could envision holding that 105-110% for another 5 minutes.  After that, we would see what I had left.  There were a few times when I was getting water and my power meter showed blue when I was in the 95% range; so I focused on keeping my power constant even when I was drinking water or wiping off sweat with a towel.  To get my watts up, I would either have to increase my RPMS, or shift gears, or some combination of both.  I did not want the higher gear right away, so I spun at a higher cadence for about 30-45 seconds, and then when I got in a groove, I shifted to a higher gear.  It felt harder at first, but after 15 minutes, it all felt hard.  I got settled into this newer reality, and with about 3 minutes to go, pushed the pace back, seeing numbers over 120%.  My FTP number was above 190 – I think 192 or 193.  I got into the last couple of minutes, I was grunting every breath. Bernie urged us to ‘fight for that extra watt!’  I was at 194 watts, it would be nice to have a round number like 195 – kind of like getting a 95% on a test. We got to zero seconds, I had hit 195, I geared down, spun out slower, drank water.  Everyone in the room was beat.   I felt exhausted, but was pleased with the outcome.  I never even considered that I might have gotten 200, because that will be the basis for all my workouts the rest of the outseason, and we would not want to make them unrealistically hard based on an aberration.  I need to learn to ride like this outside.  I wore a heart rate monitor, and the few times I looked at it during the FTP test – it was 134 or 138 during the first 15 minutes.  When I cranked it up in the last 5 minutes, it read 148.   The next time I take an FTP test, I will register splits during on the watch, because the watch will show average, and max heart rate for those times.  Then, I can use that HR to approximate the power I should apply during workouts and races.  

Swimming and the FTP test kept Laura and me up late, so I did not wake up early and run yesterday.  Instead, because Laura was working late, I ran after work on Wednesday night.  The temperature was about 20 degrees, and there was a faint wind, so the wind chill was probably 15.   Today’s workout was speed work – 5  x 1000 m.  I thought it would be at 4:07 splits, but my schedule said 4:03.  That sounded right from prior years.   I had a lot of heavy clothes on, but my fingers were a little cold.  I knew even during my warm up that 4:03 per km would be hard to achieve tonight.  I think my first split was 4:15; then I had a 400m rest.  I have 200m spots marked out in a mile loop around my street and the one next to it.  So, I can run a mile with only 4 turns.   By the third interval, my fingers warm, but I was not getting any faster – 4:12 was the best.   I guess my last speed session was on a treadmill, and I have done 2 on the indoor track – I may have done one outside, too.  What is tough with speed work outside in the winter is that you get all lathered up running hard, and then if you jog or walk intervals in between, you can get chilled from being so wet. 

I finished the 5 sets, and I was okay once I got out of the wind.   I think it is possible to do quality speed work in the cold, as long as the ground is dry (which it was), but I may have been fatigued from 3 tough workouts the day prior.    Yeah, let’s go with that.

Ice, Ice, Baby

The Polar Vortex that brought prolonged subzero temperatures and massive snow to the Chicago area has receded.  But, as the temperature got above zero, and then above freezing, the snow accumulated on lawns and driveways melted, drained back into the streets, and in some cases re-froze as patches of black ice.  On Friday, we received heavy rains, that when they reached the ground that had been in a deep-freeze for over a week, immediately froze much larger swaths as a slushy frozen layer.  I am not sure why this surprised meteorologists and road officials, but there was not much response in the way of salting the road.  

The rain relented in the hours before dawn, and when I went out to get my newspaper at about 6:00 a.m., it looked like the pavement had absorbed a lot of the moisture, and was not as slippery as the day before.  I walked to both ends of my street, and found 2 strips of black ice.  A little later when I went to buy milk, I decided to drive the streets of our running route, and see how icy they were.  I took the subcompact car that our kids get the use of on winter break after their grandparents have (smartly) escaped to Florida.  This car has rear wheel drive, so any ice present when I hit the brakes would result in a skid.  Sure enough, the streets adjacent to mine were much more coated.  These are older streets, and have more trees and bigger lots, so I suppose there was more melting snow to drain and re-freeze.  I left the store, and drove in the main part of town.  This is not my usual running route, but I was hoping that the heavier traffic melted the ice somewhat.   As I drove the streets, I could here particles hitting the underside of the car.  This was not an area with gravel, so I figured it was road salt.  Most of the times when I tested the brakes, the car did not skid.  I drove a few more streets, and I decided that running in this direction would be an option if our regular, hillier route was icy. 

As I drove the regular running route, I kept coming across large stretches of sheer ice.  At first, I concocted detours on less icy streets, but as the icy patches become more regular, and stretched longer, I aborted the rest of my test drive, and decided to punt on the flatter route.

My wife woke up, and I texted my friends, Dale and John.  Our planned distances were John and I – 17 miles, Dale – 8, and Laura 6.  Since we were running out and back, Laura would turn around first, and Dale would do 8 miles with John and me.  I was hoping that it might warm up by then, and John and I could finish on our regular route.

We called out all the slippery spots as we passed them – within the first block, we had to skate across a 5-10 foot patch of ice.  I kept promising the others that it would be less icy when we cross the busy street, Wolf Road.  The streets right past my corner are in unincorporated Mokena, and I expected the Village of Mokena to a better job at salting the streets.   Those streets were marginally better, but we still managed to find icy spots here and there.   To get to the main part of the running route, we had to run on a busier street – Schoolhouse Road.  The speed limit is still 25 mph, but people go faster, because it is only part residential.  The road was not icy because of the traffic, but we also had to cross railroad tracks.  The rubber material they use for street crossings can become slick even in a morning dew, so I slowed down, and looked for trains, and waited for the others to warn them.  Running on the ground towards a tree, I saw a silvery-gray/white animal.  It was the color of a possum, but looked like a squirrel.  Yep, there on the tree trunk, was a squirrel with fur as white as the snow on the ground, with a couple of silver-grey spots on it.  It was playing with another brown squirrel, the more typical brown color.  I don’t normally bring my phone on runs, but I did because of the dubious road conditions, so I took a picture of this rare sight.  I have seen jet-black squirrels in Vancouver, BC, and in Benton Harbor Michigan, and the Quad Cities, but I have never heard of a white squirrel. 

We got going, and after we turned the corner, we got into a neighborhood with both a lot of room on the shoulders, and a fair amount of traffic, but a low speeds.  We had the wind at our back, and more reliable footing, so our fastest runner in the group, John, let go of the reins, and took the lead.  It felt good to not land tentatively for a mile or so.  We came close to the 3 mile mark where Laura should be turning around, and I hung back and turned round to tell her to be careful.  I kissed her, and tried to catch up to John and Dale.  Dale was 1-2 blocks ahead of me, and John was almost that far ahead of Dale.  I was clocking a 6:30 pace, and if I had to keep it up for more than a half mile to catch them, I would be too winded to keep up with them once I did.  Luckily, they had to stop for an extremely long light at LaGrange Road. 

We continued the rest of our fourth mile in the eastern half of Mokena, and again hit a mix of clear and icy spots.   When my watch hit 4 miles, John and Dale still were under the mark (probably because I doubled back a few hundred yards to send Laura back home).  When we turned around, we broke a cardinal rule of running and ran on the right side of the road, because we had already encountered all the icy spots there, and hopefully would know where all the icy spots were.  Now the running was tougher, because we were running directly into a strong west wind, which we would almost the entire way back.  We did manage to clock a couple for quick miles, but they were silent.    As we got within a mile or two of my house, we were getting pelted by small droplets of snow/freezing rain.  This was just adding to the slickness on the street.  I had been considering doubling back for a second helping of this grueling icy out and back, but John and I decided that we should go to the health club for the last 9 miles.  

We finished in front of my house, and Laura was outside with our dog.  We said good-bye to Dale, and John used the bathroom, and I changed out of my soaking wet top into something dry and more lightweight for the “dreadmill”.  I came prepared with a sweatband, and lots of fluids, and a Gu, but I should have brought headphones to either plug into the TV screen on the treadmill, or to play music on my phone.  I am just not in the habit of listening to music when I run or ride. But 9 miles, combined with being worn down by the city terrain outside made it hard to stay motivated.

It was almost 10 am, and there were lots of people in the health club.  The had the heat going like it was still subzero, but all the rain the previous night gave it near 100% humidity.   I wasn’t sure what my pace was supposed to be, but I was pretty sure I had been below it outside.  So around 8:30 minutes per mile seemed right.  I varied it a bit every mile- added 1% instead of 0.5% incline – increased the speed to 8:22 or 8:15 for a quarter to half a mile.  I don’t think it is good to have the EXACT same speed/incline for miles and miles, because you never have that outside.  Plus mentally, it distracts you from the monotony to see the numbers change a bit. 

One thing that helped was seeing familiar faces in the health club. I have been coming to Body Tech since it opened 10+ years ago, and my wife and were members of the YMCA that occupied its space the 7-8 years before.  But drenched in sweat, beat up from the outside run and wanting to be done, I could manage a nod for the parade of old friends, but hoped they would not walk over and engage me in conversation.  At least John was sharing in the monotony.   His pace was faster, and as much as I tried not to play catchup, I did increase my pace sporadically for 0.25- 0.5 miles at a time, since he was going to give me a ride home, and I did not want to make him wait.

We had to reset the treadmills when we hit 1 hour, and I had 2 miles to go.  I figured I would hold steady until 1 mile, and then increase the pace.  But I was getting anxious to finish and bored of seeing the same numbers, so after a half mile, I started to tweak the MPH up by 0.1 every eight to a quarter of mile.  By the time I got to 1 mile, I was already at an 8:00 pace.  That sounds great after 16 miles, but at this point the treadmill seems like it is calling the shots, not me.  Since I ran a little extra outside, I only needed 8.75 miles to reach 17.  So now, I was about same distance from the finish as on our outdoor route when we say we start to “smell the hay in barn”.  Well, there was a barnyard aroma emanating from the treadmills, but it was stronger than hay!  I started to notch the speed up, and finished the last quarter mile at a 7:30 pace.  I thought I saw 8.75 miles pass, but I might have missed it and gone to 8.8. I started decreasing the speed bit by bit, and jogged a tenth of a mile, and then walked a bit. 

I was drenched, sore from the tough, tentative run outside, and mentally numb from the zombie-like repetition of the treadmill.  But it was done, Week 3 of 16 in the books.  John had already wiped off his treadmill, and he left me the spray bottle of disinfectant and paper towels.  The floor, my gym bag, and every part of the treadmill had dried sweat drops.  And I still was drenched, because there was not evaporation happening, which also means cooling is limited.    

I changed my shirt, stretched a little, and got in John’s car.  It was almost eleven o’clock.  We had tried to start around 7:30.  Just as we pulled onto my street, we saw the first salt truck of the day.   If I had known for sure the streets would be seated at a certain time, I might have waited – but they are not very reliable.  

Zero Dark Thirty

Today the temperature was right around zero to 2 degrees when I woke up.  But with no wind-chill, it was much more bearable than earlier this week for running.  But I still bundled up: long-sleeve shirt, thermal fleece, running jacket; running gloves with mitten covers, hand warmers; hat, neoprene mask, ski goggles; running tights and pants; 2 pairs of socks.  For visibility, in addition to my neon green jacket, I have a reflective vest, a lighted armband, and a headlamp. On my feet, I wore my oldest running shoes, and Yak-Trax. 

This week’s temp run is the same distance as last week – 1 mile warm-up, 5 miles at tempo pace, and 1 mile cool down.  But instead of 8 minute pace, this week it is 7:50.   The streets are very snowy, so I did not have a lot of confidence about holding that pace with all that gear, and the unsure, slushy-powdery footing in the dark. 

For my tempo runs, I don’t hold myself to the full distance of warm-up and cool-down, but I always do the adistance, and hopefully hold the pace.   I headed out just before 5:30 am, and headed east from my house. There were no cars on the street, but when I could see cars with their lights on in the driveway, I assumed their owners had remote starters, and were warming the car up.  I finished about a ¾ mile warm-up, and started my watch as I passed my house.   I have a 4 mile route that does not cross any busy streets, and with a few add-ons, I should be able to get it to 5 miles.  

My neighborhood streets are mainly covered with packed down, slippery snow. The Yak-Trax are gripping the snow pretty well, so I feel my footfalls are landing evenly and confidently.  Sometimes you tense up when running in the dark or on slick surfaces, and that affects your gait, and can cause injuries even if you don’t fall. 

There are few spots where tire tracks expose the pavement.  I try to aim for those when I can, not because I am that worried about slipping, but because the continuous running on a powdery/slippery surface expends so much more energy than running on a sure-footed surface.  It is not good for the Yak-Trax to run very far on bare pavement, but there is enough snow clinging to the wire coils that I am good for 4-5 strides at a time. 

This first mile feels pretty tough, but I check the watch, and see under an 8 minute pace, and I usually speed up after a mile.   Overall, I feel warm, but because I have my thumbs looped through holds in the wrist of my fleece, the blood flow to my thumbs is constricted, and they are feeling cold.  So, I fumble with mittens, gloves, sleeves for a few blocks, and that slows me and wears me down a bit.   One of my add-ons to this route is on a street that gets a lot of traffic, so there is only snow near the shoulder, and it is piled up.  I would to run all 5 miles on this, but this clear patch only is on one side of the street for a half mile.   The next add-on is the opposite – deeper snow, few bare spots.  It is also slightly uphill, so this wears me out, too.  I find that my nose is all stuffed up under the mask, and I can’t get rid of it via the standard “snot-rocket”, or “farmer’s wipe”.   So, I pull the mask down, and get a tissue out of my pocket.  This helps, but I end up walking for a bit so I don’t lose my focus on my footing.   I pick it back up, breathing more freely.

The ground underneath the snow does not seem to be too icy – yet.  One of the biggest hazards is the clumps of snow that people have plowed/blown out of their driveways into the middle of the street.  It is difficult to pick up that the depth of the snow increases suddenly.  My feet just kick through it, but I have to guard against overreacting in surprise.  I have these snow goggles on which are slightly tinted, and I think they are tilting my headlamp further up than the 5-10 steps I usually aim it at.  White on white, though is difficult to pick up. 

I am not sure if it was the recent solar flare (which might make the Northern Lights visible in the Midwest), but somehow my GPS watch switched the display from the standard total mileage display to the current mile.  I know it did not stop, and I have a general idea of the splits.  I get to the last mile, and I will be under by 0.2 miles when I reach my house.  I figure I can skimp on the cool-down, but I run an extra block, and double back, before finishing.  My 5 mile ends right at my comer, so my cool-down is only 100 meters.  I did manage to pick it up “heading for the barn”. This mile is under 8 minute pace, to make my average 8:03.  That’s well above the 7:50 goal pace, and even slower than the 7:54 I clocked on the same route, same distance last week –also using Yak-Trax.

I am not frustrated though, I am glad to have persevered against the cold, and avoided the treadmill.   Once I can lose the Yak-Trax and the extra pounds of winter gear, I should be running at least a few seconds per mile faster.  The current wave of subzero weather is behind us, and we should actually see above freezing temperatures for a few days to hopefully put a dent in the foot and half of snow that has accumulated since Christmas.    But to paraphrase Game of Thrones – “Winter is Here.”

Leaving 13 Behind

Leaving 13 Behind

 

 

Today is Tuesday December 31, 2013. I am taking a rest day from running and working out. Last week, I rested on Christmas day, so this is a good day to take a break. Except for the 100 pushups I have been doing the last 30 days. I saw this 30 day challenge, and I thought it would be an easy way to build upper body strength. Well, it is not physically hard, you can do them at any time throughout the day, in any combinations of sets. Doing them all at once (4 sets of 25) is pretty hard if you try to get them done in 5-10 minutes. I have done that, but if I am doing a long run or a hard bike workout that same day, I space it out.  Most days, I will do 20-35 first thing in the morning, and do and then more sets throughout the day. I really like to get them done before dinner, because I don’t like to exercise on a full stomach. Doing them day after day has been hard, especially with the holidays, and a few days I had a cold. Not sure if the results are visible, but I did progress from a max set of 25 to a max set of 50, and for functional strength, I have felt stronger.  I am going to keep doing the pushups, maybe not 100 (50-100) a day, and maybe not every day (5-6 days per week), but I like the habit it has formed. Laura has been doing them too. She is pretty diligent. She has also done 100 sit-ups, maybe to make up for doing modified ‘girl pushups’ on her knees, or maybe just to work her core.

Yesterday, John met me at our local high school (LincolnWay East) to do speed work on the indoor track.  The workout was 4x800 with 400m rest intervals.  We warmed up for a mile, and then started our watches.  We adjusted the intervals to fit the distance of the track (8 laps per mile in the outside lane).   The first lap was ahead of pace – John’s pace is faster than me, but I actually was at his pace, and he was a few seconds faster than me).  We paid for our enthusiasm later, and John ended up a second off his pace, and I was 2 seconds behind mine.  One thing I noticed was that the gap between us widened the most on the turns, so either John sped up, or I slowed down, or some combination of the two.  Overall, it was a good workout – we were a little slow, but there are 16 turns per half mile on an indoor track.  Plus, I might have had an error in the conversion from 800m to half mile, so I will have to check my calculations.

Happy New Year everyone! 

Last night was pretty low-key for the Nolan’s. We had dinner at a restaurant in the neighboring town, Tinley Park.  Tin Fish has been very nice the 4-5 times we have been there, and this carried on the trend.  We split a crab-stuffed avocado for a starter/salad.  I had grouper, and my wife Laura had a Hawaiian fish, which we had not encountered when we were in Hawaii for our 25^th wedding anniversary in October.  We ordered Belgian Chocolate Mousse to-go, and went home to watch a movie or 2 en-route to midnight.  When we took a break from our movie, we opened the carryout containers, with forks and appetites ready – and saw two meticulously prepared – Crabmeat Stuffed Avocados.  Talk about a Buzzkill!!    I called the restaurant with a few choice words, and had them remove the charge for the desserts.  The salad was very good, we love crabmeat, avocado, but not for dessert.  Laura had a bad cold, so we went to bed after the New York New Year’s Eve celebration. 

 I celebrated New Year’s Day by going to a CompuTrainer session, run by our friend, and local Ironman Legend /Biking guru – Bernie Conway.  There were 7 of us there to help him beta test his setup for group cycling sessions at his OneFortyPointSix Cyling Lab.  I brought the mixing for mimosas, and a few of us toasted after a invigorating hour-long session of long and short intervals.   Bernie announced he would be holding a six-week session, so we are going to sign up for that.

We had a big snow on New Years’ Day, so our office gave the option to work at home.  Since I did not have to commute, this gave me time to run a longer tempo run.  There was still snow on the street, so I used my YakTrax.  I also had ski goggles I borrowed from a friend, since the wind-chill was near zero.  After a 1 mile warmup, I headed on my four mile route, which I planned to extend with a half-mile out and back. I was warm enough with 3 shirt layers, plus a jacket, and my new running mittens.  My first couple of miles were at a good pace.  Then I realized that I missed the street for my out and back.  I went on another street that was snowier, and maybe that started to slow me down.  I finished right in front of my house, and cooled down with a lap around the block.  I ended up with a 7:54 pace, six seconds fatser than my plan calls for, but I really slowed down in miles 3-4.

We had a good snowfall on the first 2 days of the year.  On Friday, the snow stopped – but in some places around the Chicago area, they issued Blizzard Warnings, even though there was not going to be any snow falling.  The definition of a blizzard is blowing snow with wind above a certain speed.  The cold temperatures produced a really dry, fine snow, which is easily blown around in the 25-35 mph winds they predicted.  When I got home from work, I could see that the streets had been plowed and salted, so there should be good footing for a Saturday long run.  In spots where there were big open fields to the south, the strong south wind had blown snow onto the streets, but it only affected 1-2 blocks on my 8 mile running route.

John got to my house a little after 8 o’clock. We were starting late to let the bind die down, and give plows a chance to get out.  I had already walked my dog around the block, and I could see our neighborhood streets had a lot of drifted snow than they did the night before.  In fact, instead of running the long way around my block, I planned for us to run towards the closer corner to the east, which was clearer, and would cut the 7.85 mile loop closer to 7.5 miles, so running 2 loops would give us the 15 miles for week 2 of the 16 week F.I.R.S.T.  marathon training plan. 

I had forgotten to check my pace for this run, so I started thinking it should be 8:30, because last week was13 miles @ 8:45 min/mile.  But most training plans don’t increase distance and speed up pace at the same time, so it turns out this week was STILL 8:45.  I knew John’s pace was faster, so I figured we would split the difference.  

Our first mile hit a more and more snowy stretches (last night they were ‘spots’ of 10-20 feet, now they were long stretches of 100-500 feet where ¾ to all the street was covered.  Still, we did manage about 8:15.   We crossed a busy street (Townline Road), and entered a newer subdivision, which meant fewer trees, more open lots and more drifted snow.  At about mile 1.5, we get a couple of sharp turns on a steep downhill, and we actually had to wathc our footing.  Then we start what my wife, Laura calls ‘The Never-ending Hill’  It is close to half a mile, and has a gradual incline, with a few plateaus, and ends with a steep ascent and 2 quick turns to cross a busy street (Francis Road).  Usually, John and I have no problem with this hill because it is early on the route.  But today, we were running uphill, into a strong wind, with powdery, loose snow underneath, and no Yak-Trax.  We must have looked like Shaggy and Scooby running away from some ghosts/thugs.

The next leg of our run was every bit as barren and windswept, but it wasn’t uphill, and since the street went straight south, there were dry spots in between the drifts.  After 3 miles, we hit a very wooded neighborhood, and did not mind the hills that came with it.  At 4 miles, we were at the far SW corner of the course, and had the wind mainly at our back all the way back.  Now we had crossed fully from my town of Mokena into the neighboring town of New Lenox.   The streets were well-plowed and it seemed like they were freshly salted, even areas that had the worst drifts the night before.  With the wind and better footing, we picked up our pace.  We decided that if we hit more snowy streets, we would just double back on the 2+ miles of good roads we had just run.  The streets got a little snowier as we looped back into Mokena, but the rising sun and Saturday morning traffic had dispersed some of the snow, so it was much more bearable than the first part of the route.  

The last ¾ mile before my house is a stretch where we say we’re ‘heading for the barn’, and tend to speed up a bit.  Today, with a tailwind, and the relief at clearer streets, I must have pushing it.  But we were only halfway done with our run, and John reminded me “Is this how fast you want to go?”  So, I reined in a little bit, and we got to my garage.

I had left our water and Gatorade inside the garage, so it would not freeze.   So I hydrated and had a Gu (new favorite flavor - Salted Caramel!) while John went in my house to use the bathroom.  My shirts were feeling soaked, so I took off my jacket and 3 shirts, and I put on 2 dry shirts, and a dry jacket.

We had 7.something miles, so decided to double back on the route until we hit 3.75-4 miles, and then turnaround.   The few times we have run the route in this direction, people always remark that it seems harder.   The first part “heading out of the barn” was harder, because we were now running up a slight quarter mile incline that usually helps with its downhill grade when we finish the route; plus we were running directly into the south wind/SW wind, as we would for the next 3 miles.  When we turned around, we had a long hill ahead of us, but no wind, and sure footing, and only 3-something miles to go.  This time, when were here heading for the barn (for real), my legs were not as springy, and it was the usual setting where John pulls ahead of me.  I made up some ground and stayed on his shoulder a while longer, and when we hit 15 miles, I just pulled up and jogged. 

I had not thought about it before, but this was the first time I ran more than 13 miles in almost 20 months.  I had run Boston in April of 2012 (my 13^th one), and then did a half-Ironman that summer.   Then I had surgery in December of 2012, and was rehabbing my knee at this time a year ago.  Last summer was another half-Ironman, so I did not go past 13 miles all year.  So, in the first week after 2013, the year after I ran my 13^th marathon, I got back above 13 miles.

It’s good to be back.