Taters and bees....

Fall brings unpredictable - but super fun - racing.  I love it! (settle in...this is a long one)

Potato Stomp 2005

If you're from Northeast Ohio and you've never Potato Stomped, I don't know what you are waiting for.  I first ran this race back in 2005, back when I was so cool (or maybe far more confident is a better way to look at it) I would race in a sports bra.  Evidence to the right.

The beauty of the Mantua Potato Stomp is the beauty of the course.  This is a stunning course through the countryside of Portage County....that is, if you are like me and love farm land.  The course probably passes more cows, horses and goats than there are runners on the course. 

And there are the hills.  I love running hills (insane, yeah, I got it, stop picking on me).  This course rolls for 9 miles.  Flat parts?  Few and far between. 

This year I wanted to return to this race (haven't run it since 2006 or 2007) to do a early fall fitness check.  Basically, I wanted to use a course I was comfortable with (not flat but not excessively hill....my best running conditions) and a race I didn't have much chance in placing in.  My goal - shoot for a solid 8:30 per mile average pace.

It was supposed to be a rainy day.  It was cool (LOVE IT!) and most people hung out inside until race time to keep from turning blue.  I even got caught by the race camera pinning on my number (sorry, I just sort of like this photo for some reason...not your typical race photo).

When it came time to cozy up to the start line, we almost had a false start when the race director noticed that the traditional potato chips hadn't been spread across the start.  Problem solved, we headed out. 

I made two mistakes.  I went out too fast.  My first mile was an 8:02 and my second mile was a 7:44.  I burned too much keeping with the front pack instead of running my race.  I settled down in mile 3 and then just enjoyed the scenery, determined just to focus on my own goal and not what others were doing around me.

My body was feeling great.  I was mentally in the run and felt comfortable just holding a pretty steady pace wavering in the 8:20s.  I was already winning because I was beating my goal.

That's her, back there kicking in....

I played a bit of leap frog with an older lady for much of the course, but was happy to finally put her behind me (she was a bit smelly) around mile 5 or 6.  Coming into the home stretch, I checked the watch, knew I was going to achieve my goal for the race and smiled to myself...happy.

That's when it happened.  I was approaching the finish line, happy with what I accomplished and knowing that there was no reason to push the limits when a women caught me in the last 100 meters.  After all, I had no shot of placing.  Grrr, here's where it's hard to be happy with achieving your goals some times. 

I let that girl pass me and didn't make an effort to hold her off, though I could have.  I crossed that finish line happy as a crow knowing I came out and crushed my goal.  Then, knowing I would at least walk home with the consolation prize for having traveled the farthest for the race, we waited for the awards ceremony. 

We chatted, we read travel literature, we pulled Baby K out of a gazillion mud puddles.  Then the awards began, and disappointment set it. 

Wouldn't you know, that woman who passed me in the final stretch went home with third place in my age group.  Third place.  Though I didn't know it, that was mine for the taking and mine for the losing.  I remained very happy with my performance but that one moment, when the girl who passed me took home the age group award, I started "what if" 'ing myself.  Don't do that.  If you hit your goal, then celebrate and ride the high.

More recently, I took to the NCR Trail in Maryland for the Charm City Run 20-miler....another race and course I really like, though for very different reasons.  My bud Lara introduced me to this one four years ago on a super sweaty, steamy August day.

This year, the race moved a month to the end of September and the weather couldn't have been much better.  It was cool, the rain held off, the leaves were green, and I had my great running buddy Kelly by my side.     

The start line butts up against the Pennsylvania state line, and shoves 350 runners onto a narrow old railroad bed about a quarter mile from the closest parking drop off.  The walk warmed us up a bit and gave us the opportunity to check out who else was among us crazies for this year's jaunt back to Cockeysville.

The trail is a very pretty rail trail (I like running these trails....check out my post from July on the Headwaters Trail in Ohio) cut through the hills of Hunt Valley.  The trail meanders past large, carved boulders, over babbling brooks and past railroad bridges that have seen better days. 

Best of all, it runs right past the gnome hill.  I have no idea what prompted these folks to turn this hill into a village for garden gnomes, but God love them.  Kelly and I decided that next year we'll run with a garden gnome of our own to add to their collection.  It's truly a Kodak photo spot.

It was shortly after (or maybe before...I can't really remember) that we ran through the swarm of bees.  Yep, no Savage Race made up obstacles for us.  Who needs them when mother nature sends you swarming insects to sting you?  Many people got stung (I wasn't one of them....though a good 10-12 bees did swirl around my face for a short period of time.  I feel bad for the woman who got stung five time in the....derriere.  At the next water station (as my husband tells me) she whipped down her running tights with no care for who was watching to ask her friends how bad it was.

The race field was friendly, people were jovial and we had some laughs along the way.  Most of all, it was truly a strong 20-mile effort in advance of the fall marathon season.

I can't wait.  I'm feeling strong, my training has been solid.  I've got two more weeks before my first marathon of the season, but first I'll tackle Ragnar DC and the Metric Marathon this weekend.  Hope my legs stay on.  Happy trails!!!

2015 miles to date:  942.47 miles

Observations:  I'm going into a tough weekend of rainy running with a soleus that is a little sore.  Hopefully I can work that out in the next couple days with shorter, slower shake out runs.  Other than that, my body feels ready.  I can do this and I will. 

Happy turkey day...

This morning was fantastic! (...too bad my health went down hill from there, but that is another story)  Why was it fantastic?  Well, I had one heck of an awesome turkey trot at Advanced Rehabilitation and Health Specialists (ARHS) in Mantua.

First off, let me tell you why I love ARHS.  About fourteen years ago I was having major health issues (not like the minor seasonal cold type issues I alluded to above)...we're talking the type the doctors had a difficult time pinning down.  It had to do with my head.  I had severe headaches and other issues that caused me to have blurry vision, imbalance, sometimes an inability to stand or walk.  I couldn't focus and the pain was intense...all the time. After MRIs, blood tests and other tests, it was finally determined that I had severe tension in the muscle group that ran from the shoulders up to the top of my head.  Let's just say I carry my stress in my shoulders and neck...to the extreme.  This is where ARHS came in...they were the physical therapist group I spent several months with, a couple times a week, receiving muscle massage (the painful kind) to release the tension and learning new exercises to help me keep the stress damage in that area minimized once I was back on an even keel.  It was, quite literally, life altering and probably the reason I am devoted to running today.  Remember how I'm always saying running is my yoga...my stress reliever?...yep, exactly.

So when I (a) found out I was going to be in Garrettsvill for Thanksgiving and (b) looking for a turkey trot to replace my Annapolis event and (c) discovered there was one at ARHS, it was an easy choice...run the one at ARHS.  Bonus, it was being run on the Headwaters Trail that was nothing more than large stones on an old railroad bed the last time I was on it.  Today it is a smooth surface trail that runs through the beautiful forest and fields I spent the first 22 years old my life around.

The turkey trot kicked off at 8am and was a simple 30 minutes out on the trail, turn around and come back for another 30 minutes.  No specific distance.  Do it at your own pace.  This is what I call a fantastic event. 

So I took off.  For about the first mile I had a small seven or eight year old boy running just slightly ahead of me (and any time he started to slow down and fall behind me he would sprint ahead again).  He soon became way too tired to play at the charade of keeping up and started walking.  Soon I was out on my own, just me and the trail, and the second from the front of the pack heading out.  It provided me the ability to take in my surroundings.

Because my legs and lungs were feeling good, I was keeping a decent training pace.  I got 3.5 miles out when I hit the 30 minute mark.  That was almost to the route 700 crossing, which is where I used to pick the trail up when it only consisted of the 700 - Garrettsville section.  Then I turned it around and headed back.    I've decided I really like this trail.  It's much like the NCR trail I ran the twenty miler on earlier this year with Lara.  Smooth, relatively flat, and very fast.  It's also runs through pretty farm country, which I sometimes miss in Annapolis and Washington.

When I crossed back over the start line, I logged exactly 7 miles on the nose....7 miles and nearly 900 calories burned (which means more calories to eat great pie and potatoes at the dinner table).  As a fun, added incentive ARHS also gave out random door prizes that were more funny than serious.  Yes, and sentimental.  They gave out many Hostess prizes (how much are twinkies going for on ebay these days?) and I won the Hostess cupcakes.  So maybe I didn't have quite so many calories left by the time I got to the dinner table.

Of the turkey trots I've run over the past several years I have to say this was one of my favorites.  There were no prizes for who finished first, no one asked what your time was and you were only accountable to yourself.  Sometimes that is the way it should be in a "race."  Happy thanksgiving and happy trails!!!

Stats -
Miles:  7.0
Time:   1:00:12 (average pace of 8:35 per mile)
Location:  Headwaters Trail, Portage County Ohio
Feeling:  one of my favorite runs this year (though I ended up with a head cold by the end of the day)