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#9 Alabama
State #9
Well. It’s been a while. I knew I was having to take a step back from traveling for a while, but I had no clue it would take this long and have a global pandemic blocking my return. But after nearly six years, I’m still here. And after six long years, I’ve finally completed the ninth state. Will I make it through all fifty? Ha! I’m not even going to speculate any more. Sure, I have hypothetical plans and ideas on how to finish all fifty perhaps by the time I’m 50 now, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. At this point, it’s going to be fun just trying to see how far I actually do get. I may have to check out Mainly Marathons for a few series runs to help fill in gaps I might not normally or easily fill in. One step at a time.
Today it’s all about Montgomery. The Montgomery Half Marathon. The 2020 version was actually cancelled supposedly 20 hours before it’s start because at this time last year, the novel coronavirus, COVID-19, was just being labeled a global pandemic and one by one various local and state governments were starting to shut down life as we knew it. One by one, basically everything was cancelled.
Fast forward to March 2021. Covid-19 has infected more than 370,000 in Louisiana killing over 9,000; infected nearly 30 Million in the United States killing over 545,000; and infected more than 119 Million worldwide killing over 2.5 Million. And it continues today. However, things have improved as well. Some people are able to continue on with life safely wearing masks and taking proper precautions while praying that the idiots who aren’t don’t make us regret it. In addition, vaccines are here and are currently in the process of being distributed. Will they work? Well, the hope is that they do. The early data is promising. I’m sure we’ll have to get through the next winter to know for certain.
So back to Montgomery. Montgomery is one of a handful of places/events that are taking place so far this spring. Two known others the previous weekend were the Louisiana Marathon series (which I did the quarter run) and The Woodlands Marathon over in metro Houston. A number of others have already cancelled either until later this spring, later this fall, or outright for the year. Montgomery decided that they felt like they could safely hold their event. Overall I’d say they did a pretty good job, no better or worse than what Louisiana did last weekend. Packet pickup was simplified, even more so than the Louisiana marathon. There was no expo at all. Just give your name, pick up your bag and that was it. On race day, Montgomery went even one step further and had an open start line. They turned the clock on around 6:50AM and you had the choice to start whenever you felt like it between then and 8AM.
Overall, people were a little more spread apart before the start of this race than in Louisiana the week before, but Louisiana did standard corrals where they tried to space people out in between. For every three people trying to abide by the distancing, there was at least one who wasn’t. it’s to be expected now I guess. There’s always someone who feels rules, policies or even mere suggestions don’t apply to them because they’re special. In Montgomery, the race leaders opted to start the clock ten minutes earlier than expected which originally was 7am. And a few elite runners took off immediately. Then there was a huge lull where I think others didn’t know exactly what to do next. So I followed a few people who decided now was a good of a time as any and we crossed the start line around 6:54AM. Good thing too, because even though you could wait to start the race at 8AM, it felt like the 4-hour limit actually started at 6:50. And I needed as much of it as I could get.
This course had a lot of hills. I even drove about 85% of the course the afternoon before so I saw them first hand. I’m not sure if I’m happy or not that I drove the course before. Usually, I don’t do that. I like to be surprised. I feel like I’m kind of glad I drove it first. Because if I hadn’t, I may have risked overdoing it early on and who knows then. It’s not like I’m in the best of shape now anyway, not after twelve months of pandemic for sure. Last March I was feeling pretty good. I had just done a 5K, a 10K and a 15K as well as a 2-3 mile second line parade and then a 7.5 mile actual mardi gras parade, so I was ready to go for it. I had signed up for The Woodlands Half Marathon, Oklahoma City, the Viking in Greenville, MS, and was looking for more. But the pandemic put all of those plans on hold for at least another year.
So here we are in Alabama. The races starts out pretty well, but it’s a good uphill almost right from the start. The first of many. I’ve already decided to basically walk up and take advantage of gravity down to hopefully make up some time and for the first four and a half miles it seemed to work pretty well. I really didn’t want to look at my fitbit as much as I did but I was always concerned about pace because I did not want to end up taking 4 hours to finish. I was actually impressed with my times going into mile five. At one point up to then, I could see that I was on pace for a sub 3-hour finish, which I knew wasn’t going to happen because I was barely a third of the way in, plus hills. And in mile 5, there were two pretty good hills, one ridiculously steep. This was through the Alabama State University campus. Once we made it out of the campus, I actually felt a short lived second wind. Mile 6 was really good but mile 7 was the longest mile probably on the course. For some reason it just didn’t feel right in terms of distance.
There were rolling hills through the nice subdivisions there. There were a few families out cheering us on from their yards. The water stops were set up pretty well overall. Some stops they put the water bottles on the table and you picked it up and opened it or did whatever. I’d carry mine pretty much to the next stop. One table they were actually opening them for the runners which was probably good for faster runners or people who wanted to chug the lil bottle right then but it was terrible for me who wanted to run with it a ways. So I had to stop, take a drink and toss it. The stop at mile 7 had bananas. But nothing could prepare you for the hill in mile 10 up Perry Street. That long single hill easily cost me a good fifteen minutes because I was dragging all the way up it. And you get a good view of just how high you are once you’re at the top. The street drops off the other side but we took a more gradual decline down some side streets. Unfortunately I was just about gone at that point. I think I only ran three or four other times after that: once down a hill, twice to cross streets when a guard was stopping traffic and one final half-ass jog at the finish because you have to. Lol. I’m positive that without that hill, I probably finish closer to 3:15. And remove all of those hills and make it a flat course, I think I finish closer to 3:00 like in New Mexico.
So, moral of the story… hills are the devil. I hate hills with a passion now. I’m going to try to never register for a course like that ever again if I can help it. Ha ha. But it was a pretty course. And I can imagine the finish line party is probably a lot more fun in non-pandemic years. The weather for this race was nearly perfect, if not a little warm. The start was in the mid-50s but it quickly warmed up into the 70s and finished near 80. I probably should have put on sunscreen when I thought about it but I decided to chance it. I came out of it feeling a bit warm to the touch and a little red just around the neck where the neck gator wasn’t protecting. That was probably the best part about wearing the gator they gave us; it protected my neck from the sun.
Other key points: I can still do a half marathon, albeit slower and more sensitive to elevation. Lol. But I guess it gives me hope to continue onward. I’m just not signing up for anything with sub three hour time limits anytime soon.
Race: Montgomery Half Marathon
Date: March 13, 2021, Open Start (6:50-8AM)
Place: Montgomery, AL
Time: 3:23:14
#8 New Mexico
State #8
Quick update since it’s been a while. Money started to get tight in 2015/2016. Then I started to eat poorly again and stopped running nearly altogether. Then I decided I wanted to visit Europe at the end of 2016. After a long delay, I’m feeling it again and started running again to finish the year and have some plans for 2020 if things go smoothly. So to get the new year started, I’m going to recap a race I did back in 2015.
So they call it the New Mexico Texas Challenge, but unless it originally began as a race from New Mexico to Texas, I’m not sure why they still call it that because none of the races go into Texas at all. They’re ran exclusively in New Mexico, just northwest of Hobbs, which is an interesting town. After driving through hours of basically desert, Hobbs was a welcome site as it was quite a busy city, basically paid for by oil money, which in 2015 was still pretty good but I can only imagine what it’s like now.
A little quirk is that the town is basically located on the state line which is also a time zone border. So I had to remind myself several times that all times were supposed to be mountain time and not central. Which was good because it meant that it definitely wouldn’t be dark at the start of this race.
The weather started off cold, about 35, but it was a very dry 35. And it warmed up very quick as the sun came up. By race time, it was easily 50-55 and by the finish, it was probably nearing 70 so it was quite comfortable. I did have to use sunscreen for this race because most of it was ran in the desert with little to NO shade. I applied sunscreen two different times especially in the last half of the run.
The 5K saw a good number of runners, but the half and whole marathons only had 100 or so max. The half had 74 actually but I believe the whole had a few more. And I’ll spoil it now, I finished near the end of that pack. But since we started a little after the whole marathon and we ran a different route, I did get joined by a few marathoners towards the end of my race. Otherwise I would have been alone. This was definitely the smallest race I ran and there were a few times where I felt like I was about to be totally alone but it was never really bad, although it does hurt with motivation, because there’s just nobody around pushing you. Luckily there was a little older lady marathoner who got me going again in that last mile.
All in all, it was a nice race with a pretty good finish line and recovery items. I only stayed for a few minutes before changing and then heading out to drive to Van Horn, Texas. That’s where I spent the night the night after and set out to hike up Guadeloupe Peak, the highest point in Texas. Made it up in roughly 4 hours and back down in another 2.5. This was a very adventurous trip out to West Texas and SE New Mexico.
Race: New Mexico Texas Challenge
Date: April 18, 2015, 8AM
Place: Hobbs, NM
Time: 2:53:55
CCC15
Race #33 Overall
I ran this year’s Classic with the same friend and coworker who I ran it with last year. May as well compare times. But we both knew we would have bad times because we weren’t really ready for this race. I’ve come to realize now anything that can go wrong for my body will usually happen early in the year, January to April. Early on I was still nursing my foot from the Reindeer debacle and then it got super cold for a few weeks (yeah, I’m definitely chicken, I admit it now), and then I get sick again for a month. In contrast, I ran my best during the fall last year. So now I’m leaning towards scheduling major runs in the fall and just staying local in the spring. Case in point, I ended up not doing a half marathon in Bay St. Louis because I was still nursing my upper respiratory infection and my lungs were nowhere ready to tackle the distance. Hell, I could barely play my first fifty minute kickball game of the spring. So all-in-all, I think I made the best decision by putting off the Mississippi trip.
Instead, I took on a local 5K and then a few weeks later, it was Classic time again. I signed up late so i didn’t get my name on the bib or personal delivery. Luckily, my friend was able to save me the trouble of making two trips to NOLA.
Race Morning!!! Well, parking has changed yet again. Can these people not make up their mind? So I get off the Superdome exit planning to do what I did last year and behold, the road is blocked off. They were now sending everyone into the Superdome lot. So two years ago, Superdome was open, last year it wasn’t so I parked down the street, this year I can’t get down the street because they’re forcing everyone into the Superdome lot again. Make up your minds people! I decided not to wait in the huge long Superdome line (not to mention I wasn’t sure whether my friend was going to try to park in the original garage as planned or not). So I found a way out and around the mess. It was a long detour around the CBD but I was early anyway so I had time to kill. Eventually, I made it exactly where I wanted. But now the garage parking rate went up from $5 to $8, and that’s assuming I make it back to the car before 1pm, then it shot up to $20. Oh, so maybe this is why I should’ve just stayed in the long Superdome line. I was actually half an hour late leaving that afternoon but the lady let me out for $8 instead of $20 because the guy in front of me complained and I guess she thought I was going to complain too. I thanked her, told her I was prepared to pay the $20 anyway and then complained about complainers like the guy who was just in front of me. Haha!
The weather today is quite comfortable. I remembered that in the last two years, I was hoping that it would at least be warm enough and not freezing. That wasn’t going to be a problem this year, or so we thought. By April 4 this year, it’s already been in the 80s for nearly 14 days and above 70 for the last month. Now I was actually hoping that it wouldn’t be too hot! Well, it wasn’t hot at all. After a Good Friday where it was 87F, a cold front came through and dropped the temperature to about 56F, and it was drizzling rain. It was a moderate rain while driving down to the Crescent City but it let up to a light drizzle for most of the pre-race. At one point around Mile 3-4, it did turn into a moderate to heavy drizzle but it didn’t last long although it did make it very chilly. But all-in-all, the weather was just about perfect. The sun even came out later towards the end of the event.
The corrals were pretty much the same as last year and we stayed one behind the other to the start line, not unnecessary merging. Although we did see plenty of walkers, strollers, dogs on leashes, grandmas with canes, etc walking past us in Corral E while we were in Corral F. No way grandma with the cane is finishing under an hour. Wow! They truly just let people do whatever behind the elites. Although I did find out that there was a way to pay towards charity, $200 or something, and you got to start as a charity runner behind the elites. And this could be anybody really from fast people wanting to get a good fast time to slow grandmas who just want to be near the start. 😉
Another kind of crappy thing, They did not let us run on both sides of Poydras after the start. So that made for a fairly tight beginning all the way down to Peters and into the Quarter. It ended up not being a big problem honestly for me because we had already decided that we were going to take it easy, so we weren’t in any big hurry. We didn’t dodge anyone really. We found a good pace behind someone and basically just followed through the CBD on to the Quarter. We also took a few pictures on the sidewalks. So the crowds really didn’t bother me as much, because I wasn’t trying to get a fast time anyway.
Even with the rain/drizzle, I was surprised at who all was out spectating the run. There were a few bands, one in Jackson Square. The line at Cafe du Monde was long, as usual. We saw two people running in front of us all of a sudden zip off into Jax Brewery, I guess looking for clean bathrooms? Haha! We saw tons of great costumes as usual. We caught Moses standing in line for a bathroom on Esplanade. We also ran past a bunch of storm troopers and one or two of those sand people from Star Wars.
Dragos was set up with the beer truck and I guess margarita mixes again. A few other people had their own home made margarita mixes on the side of the road. I swear, one of these years we’re going to stop actually running this and just walk and drink the route while walking with a fun float. We saw plenty of them this go around and on the way back.
We finished it up a little slower than the previous year but were still proud of our finish, especially since we were walking the route back afterwards, plus it was raining slightly and a tad chilly but not cold by any means. We got our post race beer and food and decided to head on back towards the Quarter early so that we could see as many people/floats as we could who were still traversing the route, and we saw plenty. Only downside was that the Tropical Isle we stopped at the previous year for hand grenades was actually closed this morning. Totally unacceptable. But we still found drinks and pizza down the street. The best part though was that they didn’t mess up my time this year. Small downside, the finisher medals were a lot less special and more generic this year. Still one of my favorite races though. Can’t wait until 2016.
Race: CCC15
Date: April 4, 2015, 8AM
Place: New Orleans, LA
Time: 1:21:55
Reindeer Run – A Successful Failure
Race# 32 Overall
Here’s a fun race to run, I said. It would be fun running at night, I said. I guess I should have known something was up when I went to get my bib and shirt about two hours before start time just to find out that my bib was already gone. Really? I was watching them pull through the bibs. Were they simply not paying attention? So one lady who seemed sympathetic said that I would get a replacement bib and walked off to supposedly get one reissued to me. The other girls (including the one who searched for the initial bib) didn’t really seem to care, or they just simply had no clue as to what to do with my situation. They just froze until I finally moved to the side and allowed for some more people to check in. Here’s your sign!
So I waited for what ended up being about twenty minutes. The original lady walked back and forth a handful of times, glancing my way every now and then, I just assumed she was still working on my bib. Eventually, she stopped walking altogether and just started handing out shirts and never looked my way again. But the other girls looked at me a handful of times then. Were they just expecting me to leave? It was like the entire tent was clueless. Even a lady I work with who was volunteering with check in was completely clueless, “Oh, they better not have lost your bib” before proceeding to go back to playing with the jingle bells and antlers. So then the city Christmas tree was lit (without me present) and the fireworks started going off. At that time, I just gave up and threw my hands up in the air. I walked off, took some video of the fireworks and figured that I wouldn’t even bother running this race. What incompetence.
I ended up meeting up with a friend back by the parking garage, and we walked back to the start line and check in. I walked up figuring that either they would have a replacement bib ready or they would be completely clueless. Well, as you can probably expect, they were totally clueless. So this guy walking by sees my predicament and he proceeds to getting me a replacement bib very expeditiously. But he didn’t take any of my information, simply my name. He didn’t even care about my previously assigned number. So I make the joke, I wonder if the guy who took my bib will run faster than me, maybe I’ll want his time.
We line up at the back of the pack to start the race. I just now that there’s going to be a bottleneck as the streets were not clear (plenty of parked cars on both sides of a fairly narrow street to begin with). We start finally and we’re off. We take things a little slow to avoid the bottlenecks but I can’t say that it was as bad as I expected, perhaps because we started near the very back. We were able to get around a lot of people pretty quick though. The pace was about 10:15ish. Lots of people wearing antlers. Most people wearing the jingle bells. A few people dressed up as reindeer even though they looked like gophers or hedgehogs instead since they were round and had no real antlers sticking up.
The state capitol building was lit up green and red for Christmas. Perfect time for a picture. So I take the picture right where the turn is from 4th Street to Spanishtown. That’s when I notice a lady down on the ground and two guys helping her up. First casualty to this night time event. I was curious whether or not there would be any lighting issues with this particular race, especially since a co-worker had mentioned how he fell in it two years prior. Well, as long as the field of runners isn’t too packed and I pay attention, I figure it shouldn’t be… Jesus Christ, I just tripped over whatever it was that lady must have hit…
And I went down hard in slow motion even. I started tumbling and there was nothing I could do about it but brace for the fall. I hear someone scream about the ‘crack’ and once on the ground I think I even saw the ‘crack’. Crack my ass, it was like a mini fault line in the middle of the road. I didn’t even try to get up as I was more worried about other people tripping over it, maybe even falling on top of me. So I yell and point “Watch out for that crack thing!” Meanwhile some poor lady is waiting on me, trying to help me up but I guess I wasn’t in a great hurry. But I realized I needed to get up and at least off the road. She helped me up, I thanked her and immediately felt the pain as I began to hobble towards the sidewalk.
Hey, where is Danielle? She had her earbuds in and was right in front of me but she must have missed me going down. She was gone now. I’ll just say that she tripped me! Haha.
Meanwhile, I look down and all around and notice blood in three areas, both knees and all along my right arm. Ouch, the right arm took the brunt of the fall. It looked pretty bad. But hey, it wasn’t broken or if it was I couldn’t tell. If anything, my left arm felt a little more suspect for a few minutes, but I think it was just in shock. I saw the first lady finally take off in front of me. She must have done the same thing I did, fall, get up, inspect her body, assess her injuries if any, and went back on to running again. So I start to run. Ouch! Wow, can’t really tell but I think I’ve really screwed up my foot somehow. Must have stubbed that big toe good. But how far ahead of me is Danielle? So I took off running again, although at a slower pace.
About half a mile up the road at right past the first water stop, I found her. I hold up my arm to show her my injuries and she thinks I’m wanting to bump arms for encouragement “Yeah, buddy!”. No, no, don’t touch it. See the blood? You should have seen her face then. I think she was more startled than I was when I fell. Haha! I explain to her what happened, not to mention when I caught up to her and stopped running for a moment, I realized that I had really messed up my foot more than initially thought. Now, she did ask if I wanted to head back to the start. But we were almost as far away from the start as we were going to get anyway, plus I’m supposed to be tough right? “Nah, I’m already out here, let’s do this!” Hell, it’s only a 5K, right?
Well, I just hobbled the last two miles of that 5K. Actually, for all the local races that are shorter than a true 5K, this one was a good quarter mile or so longer. How about that! But since I fell in the first mile, it made for a long two miles to the finish. At times it felt better running (albeit awkwardly) but I just did what I could. The pace dropped to about 16:30. Ha! I walk faster than that… when I’m not injured. 😛
The last two miles took us over a few speed bumps and two parking lot access gates and we saw no less than another four people go down although I can’t say any looked as serious as me and the first lady I saw. The rest seemed to shake it off quicker. I was told that some older lady fell on her head and needed an ambulance, but I don’t remember ever seeing her or the ambulance, but god knows where she was in the field. Not to mention, they ran out of water!
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention… Remember how cold it was in New Orleans earlier in November for the Jazz half marathon? Well, summer came back the first week of December. It was 82 this particular day and it was still 80 not long before the race start time. It was warm, muggy. Supposedly there were people passing out and puking at the finish line. And the event staff had nowhere near enough water. They ran out for a long time before I guess some local business gave them extra water. I guess they were expecting another 35F wintry day and everyone would want hot chocolate. Although they had all week to watch the weather channel and see that it was going to remain in the 70s and 80s the week leading up to this particular event.
And I was bummed at the finish. From such a tragic event where I tried to scrape most of the skin off my right arm and possibly break my toes (actually I fractured two of them but I wasn’t sure about this at the time), I was just sure that I would get to utilize the EMS tent at the finish. I mean, most races have some sort of medical standby and this race did think about having trainers to stretch and massage people prior to and after the race. What do you mean they don’t have an EMS tent? WTH? So now there is no medical, there’s no water… What the hell turns into What the F***!!!
But this is where my second co-worker friend turns up with her true awesomeness. Carrie has got to be the sweetest person ever, and fun as hell. She locates a basic first aid kit. At least it has iodine. She also helps to find water although not until after she cleaned my wounds the best she could with what she did have and wrap it up in the only tiny gauze tape she could find. Event director… terrible job. Worst race ever so far! But Carrie made up for it in the end. I guess I can forgive them. lol
Post race sucked though. Most of the food was gone. There was some super long line for what appeared to simply be a tiny bowl of red beans or jambalaya. Then we walk around the corner for some pizza (now I have a pizza a beer craving), but the place was pretty packed. We run into a few other co-workers and I explain to them how Danielle tripped me so that I wouldn’t beat her this time. Haha. I guess it was best not to stop for pizza and beer. It helped me decide to go on home and properly clean up my arm with alcohol and peroxide and to pull off my sock to find out what damage I had done to not just my big toe but the one next to it as well. LSU Purple! Nearly a week later, I still can’t move right on it. Guess it’s going to take a few weeks for sure.
But it was a success right? Not so much because I finished it. Who cares if I’m stubborn. But it was a success because I wanted to run at least one race in every month of the year this year (to make for last year) and this race did that. I have officially completed a race (minimum 5K) in every month of 2014.
Oh, and as far as times go… the guy who took my bib did end up finishing first in his age bracket. Actually, the bib should have said he was 36 but that would have placed him second in that age bracket, so he must have complained and gotten the director to change that bib to be age 41, which placed him first in that age bracket (but they didn’t change the name). And since they didn’t have any clue who the real Daryl Williams was, I finished second to last in the same age group. I guess the just copied his info and put it for my replacement bib info. Now that there are two of us, age 41, I think that other guy should be disqualified. Haha!!!
Either way, I think I’m done running for the remainder of 2014. See you guys next year. Happy Holidays!!!
Race: Reindeer Run
Date: December 5, 2014, 7pm
Place: Baton Rouge, LA
Time: 46:24
#7 – Florida
State #7
I know, I know. I’m very late in publishing a recap of the Pensacola event. I got a little twisted up with other events and just never made time to write the recap. Needless to say, this year hasn’t exactly gone to plan, but hopefully it’ll end on a high note. I’m one December race away from completing one new years goal which was to run in at least one 5K event in every month of the year. So who cares if some of my other goals didn’t really pan out the way I was hoping.
After a chilly trip to Nashville and an unexpected freezing run through Uptown New Orleans, I really needed a warm retreat. And even though it took until the last minute on Sunday, Florida didn’t disappoint. It had started off pretty chilly during the leadup to this particular weekend. It wasn’t bitter cold but it had been in the 50s for highs. When I got to Florida, it was still only about 60 which was still chilly especially near the water. It was also a little breezy, so I was slightly worried about it being too cold during the run on Sunday morning.
The expo in Pensacola was fairly simple; although I know I was ignored by a Bama fan volunteer because I was wearing an LSU shirt on the day that LSU and Alabama were playing each other. Luckily, another super polite volunteer was there to assist me. Afterwards, they pretty much force you to snake through their expo to get your shirt at the very end. Every race is different. Some places don’t have much of an expo at all while others were pretty large with all sorts of booths and exhibits, and free stuff. I had family with me on this trip and they were waiting in the car so I just didn’t bother much with looking this time. I ignore the calls to try their products; although I also don’t remember seeing many free things like food/energy drinks/snacks like I’ve seen at other expos, and I finished up by getting my shirt and testing my tag to make sure it worked properly. Then it was off to Pensacola Beach to the hotel, beaches and dinner.
Luckily, the next morning it felt pretty good. It was definitely warmer on the beach. It was in the 50s on the beach while the city itself was in the 40s and inland towards Alabama was in the 30s. I didn’t feel cold at all on the beach but I felt a little chilly once in the city itself. I almost wondered if I should have worn long sleeves, but I decided to go for it without them. I knew that it was supposed to warm up well into the 60s quick and even make it into the 70s later that afternoon. Fortunately that ended up playing out perfectly and the chill was all but gone by the time we rounded the first corner.
The race itself didn’t have many thousands of runners like some, but it wasn’t small either. You could tell most of the community was involved in this race and there was a huge military presence as well with the Air Force base being nearby. There were several groups of servicemen running/jogging with full gear. There were many volunteers along the roads from the area installations as well. And everyone was so supportive, from the runners to the volunteers to the spectators. I saw many more spectators along this urban route than I did in New Orleans, but perhaps the cold weather kept the cajuns indoors. This race also had a drone flying over, which seems to have gotten real popular now. The MC said that there was supposed to be a canon fire at the start, so I started to hold my ears a bit just in case, but I never heard the canon which was fine by me.
The race started fairly promptly and we made a quick loop around the main highway that connects the city to the beaches. So that was where we blocked the most traffic for the most time. But it was all within the first mile so everyone should have been by within 20 minutes or so. The first couple of miles run along Escambia Bay which is a lot larger than you’d imagine. Even though it was waterfront and there was a slight breeze, it wasn’t overly breezy and it never really got cold at all. The sun was rising behind a hazy sky and it was plenty warm enough. At first, I got behind a man/woman team who were run/walking already, and she was a fairly large woman, but I was impressed with how she was able to run past me when she ran and I’d run past her when she walked. So I began to think that perhaps she would be my pacer as she was obviously better trained for this than I initially gave her credit. Unfortunately she ended up falling back pretty quickly after Mile 1. But I give her credit, she was doing it.
By the railroad underpass (the first real hill) before Mile 2, I had caught up to a lady from Lake Charles, LA pushing her daughter I believe in one of those racing chairs. I didn’t talk directly with her but she was talking with people around her as they were asking questions and giving her words of encouragement. I’m always iffy on how to approach people. I mean, I borderline think it’s rude to just be nosy for the sake of being nosy, but if the person obliges it then you tend to learn a lot and even make new friends. Turns out, this was her 9th marathon and either her 3rd or 5th time in Pensacola (after almost a month, I forgot exactly), so she knew all about ‘The Hill’. I actually ended up hanging with her and the 5:00 marathon pace group all the way up until the first split around Mile 6. That really made me feel good.
Not very long after the split was the beer stop. No water, just beer. The crowd support for this race was really phenomenal, much better than some races I had been in. I always wonder about crowd support for slower runners at these type of events, but I never really realized that after the split, I had jumped from two thirds back in the pack to up in the front third because the elite marathons hadn’t made it back around yet. I saw the police cars rolling up behind me and didn’t know exactly what it was for at first. Then I saw them get around me and help to block off intersections more. About that time, I realized that the marathon leader must be approaching. Not long after that, I saw the bicyclists and camera crew proceeding the runner. There were more interested bodies and photographers around the leader in this race than were at the Jazz run in NOLA. I only saw one press truck in NOLA with one camera and nobody else pacing the leader. Too cold I guess. Haha.
So after the marathon leader passes me like I’m standing still, we reach ‘The Hill’. I didn’t realize that Pensacola had real hills, real steep hills. I yelled this out to one spectator who promptly responded with ‘Surprise!’ I don’t know for certain but it appeared we had slowly increased in elevation from the start around 25 feet up to nearly 100 feet, and then there was this steep drop to a back bay bayou. So all the way down to sea level and then immediately back up to where we were. Needless to say, I didn’t see too many people in my half marathon area running for long up the hill. It was slightly torturous. But at the top there were more people cheering and some were handing out bananas and water. Perfect reward for such a nasty climb. After that point, there was only one more bridge which really wasn’t that bad and then it was slightly downhill all the way to the finish.
When we got back downtown, I was surprised at how dead it was. It seemed like many businesses had abandoned downtown Pensacola. And there wasn’t a huge crowd there; although they were all waiting at the finish not long after. I also didn’t realize that there was actually another marathon split here. Although I was well into Mile 13, the marathon at this point was only around Mile 21 and proceeded to split off one last time before joining up for the final half mile sprint. Wouldn’t you know, I ended up getting back in front of the marathon leader. I was on the home stretch in sight of the finish line talking with another girl about how far that finish line looked and then we saw more police cars and flashing lights. My first thought was that perhaps it was the leading female in the marathon. Surely the male had already finished. I was trying hard to break 2:30 but by this point I knew I had failed. But then the police passed us along with that familiar camera truck and bikes and then, the male leader yet again. So the crowd erupted. For the second time, I finish a half marathon right behind the marathon winner. I’m not going to lie. This has a spoiling effect. It’s so much fun to cross a finish line so close to the actual winner. It makes it that much more special.
I wasn’t so sure about PR. I knew I was close being as it was 2:32, but I wasn’t sure exactly. After I got home, I was able to confirm that I had in fact run another personal best by just a few seconds. Perhaps 2:30 is in reach, but I realize it’s going to be tough and if I would stay up and running hard for long enough, I know I could do it. Two minutes should be nothing. I can’t wait to run another half marathon that has true half marathon pace groups for my time area like they had in Kansas. Most races don’t have half marathon pace groups up to 2:30 let along beyond it. But Kansas had pace groups for every five minutes or so which was great. The 5:00 marathon pace group helps but you’re not running the whole distance with them either, so it only helps if they split right at the half finish.
Anyway, this race was great. I was amazed with the support and how ‘big’ it felt even though it didn’t have some of the big event numbers of a Chicago or Philadelphia. It felt big. The finishers medal was big too. Huge in fact; with a blue angel jet on it. And plenty of stuff afterwards although I was mainly interested in the chocolate milk. They had some sandwiches which seemed dry. I would have stayed much longer but I had family waiting for me at the hotel on the beach so I packed up my stuff and headed on out. By now the weather had warmed up nicely so it was time to go spend the afternoon relaxing on the beach.
Three half marathons, back to back to back. Not so bad. I didn’t feel bad at all after them. In fact, I felt like I was getting better and better with each. Too bad it was so cold in New Orleans. Ha! But no more scheduled for this year, and no Louisiana half for January. Too expensive really. I was able to run in six states this year. Quite an accomplishment to say the least. I didn’t go further into debt, but I also didn’t pay things off or save nearly as much as I was hoping to. So I already have a feeling that next year will be tough. Not nearly as much traveling for sure. I’m already thinking that I may just try to do two big trips (one spring/one fall) where I try to run two halfs in two adjacent states over one weekend. That would be four states right there. And if I can sneak in a quick trip to the Mississippi coast in March, that’s five. That would be a win for me at this point as it would put me at 12 after only two years. Then perhaps 2016 will look brighter. Wish me luck.
Race: Pensacola Marathon
Date: November 9, 2014, 7AM
Place: Pensacola, Florida
Time: 2:32:23
#6 – Louisiana
STATE #6
Well, so much for it being warmer. I felt confident that New Orleans and Pensacola would be much warmer than Nashville. Not that it was really cold in Nashville. But with the temperature being as warm as it had been lately, I just knew it would probably be somewhat warm and/or muggy in New Orleans for the Jazz. I couldn’t have been more wrong. If there was ever a race that I really just didn’t want to run at the beginning, it was New Orleans.
It had been in the 80s for the leadup to the Jazz. Then a cold front swept through Friday. It was still slower than originally predicted at lowering the temperature. I got up and left Baton Rouge around 4:45am with the temperature still around 50 but the wind chill was already at 37. This led me to believe that it was windy outside (which it was), so I took a limited extra set of clothes mainly for after the run. I expected it to stay around 50 with the windchill rising enough so that there really wasn’t a windchill and I didn’t want to be hot while running. I didn’t expect for the temperature and windchill to continue to drop while I drove to New Orleans. Granted, it was only about 46 in NOLA (although it eventually dropped to 37 in Baton Rouge for the air temperature). But the windchill dropped along with that. It felt about 32 or worse even, or maybe I’m just a wimpy southern guy who doesn’t know what real winter feels like.
So once I got parked in NOLA and got out of the garage (thank god for not pre-paying for open lots and sticking to my plan of parking in the Whitney Garage on Camp) and felt what the wind really was feeling like, I seriously reconsidered running the event. Visions of Little Rock started running in my head, and I was thinking that I would never purposely run an event like that again if I knew what to expect ahead of time. But alas, it wasn’t raining at all. As a matter of fact, it never rained with the whole frontal passage. So I had that on my side. I also had the fact that I had paid for, woken up for and driven an hour down I-10 for this race. I decided to walk to packet pickup and at least get my gear for the sake of getting it. I picked up the bib and shirt and went straight back to the car. Holy crap it was cold!!! So now back at the car, I spend a few minutes convincing myself to suck it up and run it. May as well at this point. First, I immediately put on the cotton pants that I had saved for post-race. I figured no way my legs were going to make it exposed like that. I had a cotton shirt but really didn’t want to wear that because I knew I’d sweat at some point and then I would really wish I wasn’t running out in that air. Luckily, the Jazz gave out some really cool sweat resistant t shirts. So I left the underarmor top on with the longsleeve wet proof shirt I got in Philly over that and then put the Jazz shirt on top of that. At that point, with the shirts and pants on, I figured I had a chance. So I was able to suck it up and go for it.
The pre-race was pretty disorganized although people just seem to be stupid at this point. I mean, it was publicized all over on the website, the packet pickup, the emails… the half marathon started at 7:00-7:05am while the 5K started at 7:30am. But once at the starting line, there wasn’t a real clear indication of this. So ultimately, a ton of 5K people started off with the half marathoners. Ha! On top of that, it’s amazing how people have no clue about wave or corral starting either. Even though it was publicized heavily (stupid people), the Jazz did a terrible job at actually corralling people. They put up three signs all very close to each other and then just left it to people to figure it out themselves. Big mistake. People can’t figure out anything for themselves anymore it seems. So ultimately, you ended up with a load of walkers at the start again. Now before you jump on me, I honestly don’t have much problem with this personally because I’m not fast. I think it’s great that they’re out there to begin with. But sometimes I feel for people who are trying to navigate through a sea of slow 5K walkers when they should have lined up in the back. Having said that, I find it hilarious how medium to fast runners can line up at the back of the pack and then bitch about slower people in front of them. Hey, space cadet! Perhaps you should have lined up somewhere in the middle or closer to the front. (Ok, I just got that Space Cadet term from a co-worker who was trying to politely belittle another co-worker for being a moron. I like it. Haha) So I just think that if you line up towards the back of the pack, you really don’t have much room to complain. I like to pass someone as much as the other person, but you can expect some groups blocking the way at this point as well. Get over it! But this does explain why I saw a few kids running and even a stroller because I thought strollers weren’t allowed in this race. I also thought it wasn’t good (and sometimes not even allowed) for kids younger than about 12 to run in a half marathon. I heard one person ask a lady and her little daughter if they were doing the 5K around Mile 1 and she replied ‘Yes’. Well that answers that. Looks like 5K people left with the half marathoners. I wonder how that worked with regards to time. It was obvious that the race organizers knew it because they were separating 5K people from the crowd at the 5K point when I passed it. 5K runners went straight while half marathons turned right onto St. Charles. So what happened if they finished at 7:31am? Did they have a net time of 1 minute? Haha!
So, yeah, it was cold. But it also wasn’t quite as bad as I thought it was going to be. It was manageable. It also helped later on with getting into the sunlight. It was a little colder in the CBD with the buildings and starting before the sun came up, but the buildings also acted as a buffer with the winds at times. Every now and again there would be a massive gust and dust would go flying. I even saw one dust devil that went right through the runners. All you could really do was turn your head and hold your breath to keep the dust out of your mouth. Needless to say, people were coughing and spitting like crazy during this race. Luckily they had water pretty frequently. I had heard that they didn’t have enough water in previous races where it was 75F. I feel like they had plenty for this race.
Many houses along St. Charles were decorated for Halloween. Some were pretty elaborate decorations. It’s not easy really to drive down St. Charles and see these decorations. Sure, it’s easy if you’re riding along but if you’re driving, St. Charles isn’t an easy road to drive down as it’s generally tight, lots of traffic lights and traffic, you really have to pay attention to the road here. This was one reason I really wanted to run down St. Charles, to appreciate the stately oaks and houses a little more. I was surprised that they actually closed down both sides of St. Charles for this Saturday morning race. Of course the streetcars weren’t running as that might have caused a hazard for sure. I didn’t realize they had so many great restaurants along St. Charles also. It was also a great experience to run through Audubon Park which is a great place for runners/bikers. Even without being in the actual zoo, it felt like a bird sanctuary with all sorts of birds everywhere.
Before reaching the park, I did notice the lead runners heading back to the finish. Ian Carr was second and ended up finishing second. I had run in a few races with him this year and he just seemed like an exciting young area runner that everyone was sort of rallying behind. I think he won the Jazz in 2013. He won all of the bridge series races this year. That’s where I experienced running with him. Of course he was ridiculously faster than me. Lol. This year in the Jazz, he was beat by a Baton Rouge native who had a two minute lead over him towards the end. WDSU had a report that he was actually new to running but I sort of wonder how new really. He’s about the same age as Ian and wore a Varsity sweater post-race. That’s a local running group in Baton Rouge. Looks like he actually is a part of staff with Varsity Sports and ran at George Mason College. So maybe he’s new to the half marathon distance. Either way, he finished the Jazz in 71 minutes!!!
After the race, I got my medal, ate ice cream and an electrolyte ice pop (go figure, right?) and hurried back to the car to turn the heater on. Then after a few minutes of warming up, I just drove back to Baton Rouge. It would have been nice to stick around a bit, eat lunch, have a hand grenade (yum yum), but I was cold (and sick by the time I got back to BTR). I was glad to just get home and sit in a hot tub for the rest of the day. I stayed cold for about the next 36 hours afterwards, but then I warmed up and the potential sickness seemed to go away also. Strange how that happens, huh? I will say, I felt like I had a cramp coming on towards the end of this race. Both times I felt a cramp about to kick in was at cold weather races, Little Rock and New Orleans. I’ve definitely decided that unlike most people, I’m not a cold weather runner. I was born and raised in the deep south where it’s 120F during the 6 month summers and can easily be 80F at any other time of the year. I know people hate it, but I seem to be able to manage running in 80F way better than 40F or a cold windchill. Granted, that’s because I haven’t come up with appropriate winter weather running apperel yet but I don’t know if I could. I always feel like that if put on one more thing, I’m going to sweat too much, and of course if I start to sweat then I’m only going to make myself colder in the long run. So give me a good hot summer run any day. At least then I can just take my bottled water and pour it over my body and feel fine. 😉
So now it’s on to Pensacola where it looks to be somewhat similar in temperature but hopefully no wind. If there isn’t a strong wind, 45-50F would actually be quite comfortable to run in. But I’ll be honest; at one point there was rain in the forecast and if it were 45F and raining, I would have canceled for sure. Instead, it looks to be perfectly sunny and well into the 60s by lunchtime. Not perfect beach weather, but I’ll take it.
Race: Jazz Half Marathon
Date: November 1, 2014, 7AM
Place: New Orleans, Louisiana
Time: 2:41:45
#5 – Tennessee
STATE #5
After a long, hot summer, I’m back into the half marathon fix again. In a span of three weeks, I’ll be running in three halves in three states: Tennessee, Louisiana and Florida. I hope the weather continues to cool off.
It’s actually been a pretty warm autumn so far, but I picked the perfect weekend to drive to Nashville. On race morning, it was downright cold, 42 but it rose up to 48 by race time and stayed in the low 50s throughout the race. It was chilly, but it was perfect running weather. I don’t expect it to be that cold in New Orleans next weekend or in Pensacola the weekend after that.
The Music City Half Marathon shouldn’t be confused with some of the larger events in the area, namely the St. Jude Country Music or Rock n Roll – Nashville events. I would have loved to have run in the St. Jude but it came down to timing. This event is a much smaller event and coordinated through a local running club. Typically they don’t have 500 entrants in the whole race and that worried me in the beginning. This would be the smallest half marathon I’ve ever run in, and I wasn’t sure how much I’d like that. Fears of finishing last or not having enough support along the course raced through my mind prior to the race with my legs. I decided to commit and figured that this race would either end with me liking or hating small events.
The race is an out and back starting at the Tennessee Titans Stadium and running mainly along a park trail before circling and returning to downtown Nashville. There was basically no traffic along this route. There were some other runners and bikers along the path but not enough to cause any issues.
At first glance, I felt as if there were probably 800 people at the starting line and a nice crowd to send runners on their way. Turns out there were 475. So much for estimations. The first mile and a half run along an industrial road that was closed off but not utilized anyway since it was a Sunday morning. I started off at the back this time since the field was pretty small and I didn’t want to feel too intimidated by faster runners and outpace myself too early. As a result, I ended up passing a good many people for the first half of the race. Not long after the race started, and I decided to turn on my iPod (I used the iPod this time since it was such a small race and I figured I could end up alone for large parts of the course), I found myself in a quite comfortable pace. I ran a steady 10:30-11:00min mile throughout the first 9 miles. This ended up giving me a false sense of believing that I was about to smash my personal best time of 2:30. For much of the race, I felt on pace to finish anywhere between 2:15 and 2:25.
By Mile 2, we were on the Shelby Bottoms Greenway, a nice wooded pathway for runners and bikers. It seems like paths cut straight through the woods at times but it was kept up very well. There were several wooden bridges over ditches and creeks and all but one were solid. One actually felt pretty rickety. I ended staying around people or having people stay around me through the first 9 to 10 miles. By Mile 4, we started seeing some of the leaders returning towards the finish line (about their Mile 9). Wow, if only i could finish that fast. But I continued to feel really comfortable. I kept moving along.
The race support was actually quite generous at first. There seemed to be water and gatorade stops everywhere. However, two were missing on my return trip. Also, by the time I got to the last two water stations, volunteers seemed more interested in drinking the water themselves instead of offering it to slow runners. That was honestly my biggest complaint about this race. Not a huge deal but still troubling enough especially since two of the water stops had closed up or ran out of water or whatever.
My downfall came at Mile 9, not so much that I was tired yet, but that I had lost track of the miles. They had mile markers at every mile but the one at 8 was missing. I was doing math in my head and thought that I was going to destroy my personal best. I knew the Mile 8 sign had to be missing but felt that Mile 9 was missing as well. Surely I was coming up on Mile 10. It seemed to take forever. But alas, when I approached the next sign, it was only Mile 9. That was my first big deflation. That’s when my pace slowed steadily to 11:30 and eventually into the 12 min/mile area. I also had my longest walking stretch here as well. I still thought I was going to beat my time but not by much. It wasn’t until the last mile that I realized that I wasn’t going to beat it after all. That deflated me to the point where I walked around the last curve to save up to run through the finish. The clock said 2:33. Well, not that bad but…
Wait a second. I just checked back at my OFFICIAL times and realized that my 2:30 personal best from my Garmin actually counts any 13.1 mile stretch and not simply a race result. So my Garmin says that my best half is 2:30. But my official race records say that my best half before this race was 2:34:20 before this race. So I did set a new personal best of 2:32:30. Awesome!!!
Nearly a week afterward, I’m still mixed about this race. I honestly felt like it was my best run half marathon yet, but I still feel like my time doesn’t seriously reflect it. If I could have just concentrated more on the pace and not the distance, perhaps I could have finished five or even ten minutes faster. So part of me is still slightly disappointed. But all in all, I’m happy about the entire race and outcome. With a flat NOLA and Pensacola coming up, perhaps I can break my PR again before the year ends. I think from here on out, 2:30 is a great goal. Hope to see you in New Orleans next weekend. I will add that this race has made me really like small races. Hopefully I’ll continue to pick out excellent races. I’m glad I picked this one. Now where am I going in 2015?
Race: Music City Half Marathon
Date: October 19, 2014, 8AM
Place: Nashville, Tennessee
Time: 2:32:30
#4 – Illinois
STATE #4
I decided on this race in Chicago because I had the itch to fly again, use my medallion status and rack up a few extra miles before the Sky Mile changes all but box me out from Silver status starting next February thanks to their new $2500 spending rules. Plus I was interested in doing a summer run but preferably in a cooler climate. I had a feeling that it would be cooler than normal for the midwest especially since it took forever for the ice to melt completely off the lakes.
Well, it worked. When I arrived in Chicago the day before, it was much cooler than I expected. It must have been about 72, dry as could be, with a breeze. It had been about 52 or so the night before. Good lord, you couldn’t beat the weather! When I left New Orleans, it was about 75 and thunderstorms, at 6am. At noon in Chicago, it was sunny and 72. It probably didn’t warm up much in New Orleans that day but it stormed most of the day and the humidity obviously 100%. When I returned, it was well into the 90s. Needless to say, there aren’t many (if any) large races in south Louisiana during the summer. This is why we go to places like Chicago. 🙂
I had it planned on how to get to the expo at McCormick Center without a taxi since it is a pretty long walk south of the Loop but short enough that I wanted to walk it back and see the lakefront and Shedd Aquarium. I was told to get on a particular train, as it was the last one for an hour. However, this particular train ended up not stopping at McCormick. I didn’t realize that until we had passed it and the train conductor came by asking for tickets. I had a one zone ticket obviously because he looked at it, looked at me and asked where I was going. I told him “McCormick” and he said this train wasn’t going to McCormick. Oh well. The guy in the ticket office had no clue I guess. Luckily, the conductor opted not to punch my ticket and told me to get off at the next stop, reverse direction and that train WOULD be stopping at McCormick. So I got off around 55th Street, reversed direction and got off at McCormick. It was still a win because even though I had to go extra distance and come back, it still only took me about 20 minutes, and I cheated the fare (accidently of course). This was much better than waiting another 40 minutes for the actual next train or walking there, or paying $20 for a taxi.
The expo was set up and organized well. Getting in and getting the packet was easy. I will add that I loved the tech shirts that they gave out, easily one of my favorite shirts now. The bag was really nice also. Unfortunately the bag only says “Marathon Series” and nothing directly related to Chicago. I did run across a booth for St. Jude and their series of races besides the big marathon they do in Nashville. I didn’t realize that St. Jude was directly involved with so many races. The lady in the booth pulled up a website and the list was really long, of large races. I knew of Memphis and Nashville, and I told her that we had just had a small little local 5K in Baton Rouge although it was for St. Jude. She said they were a part of the Dirty South race in Monroe also. I’ll definitely have to keep this in mind for future runs.
Ok, race day. No sense in dragging out this recap forever about little things. 😉
It was about six blocks from my hotel near the Sears Tower (I still can’t get used to saying ‘Willis Tower’. They aren’t even the main tenants right? Isn’t it United Airlines now? Maybe they should call it the United Airlines Tower.) I do enjoy the sight of watching hundreds upon hundreds of runners merging together from various blocks of downtown at 5:30am into one steady stream heading to the starting line. It’s a pretty exciting sight. I saw it in Philly for the first time and it was just an awesome feeling. Everyone coming from the Loop area was heading towards Grant Park where there were some 37 corrals. At first this seemed pretty ridiculous. Why 37? It would take forever to get through the start line. But they weren’t very large corrals and they lined them up to start about every minute or so after releasing the first few, so it really didn’t take that long. I think it ended up taking me about 40 minutes which is about what I expected. I was in corral 30. Yep, slow time for sure. Haha. And the weather really was great, but I did notice a considerable rise in the humidity between Saturday and Sunday morning.
Go!!!
Ok, now’s a good time to admit that my ‘training’ for this race was by far my worst. I wasn’t expecting much. I knew going into this that I wouldn’t PR. I never got passed 8 miles on any of my training runs due to various little reasons but ultimately due to laziness (I’ll admit), so I knew I was going to be struggling after the 10K mark. But for the first mile, I felt pretty darn good. We ran a course around downtown Chicago, to Lakeshore Drive, back along the Chicago River, across to the north but then back across to the Loop. There ended up being a lot of turns in the downtown portion of the course. There were also a lot of tunnels. This really screwed up my GPS, but I read from previous blogs that this could be an issue and was expecting it. I think my GPS was off by nearly a mile by the 10K mark because of downtown. This is why my watch ended up reading about 14.5 miles at the finish. Oh well; it’s part of it.
I actually ran the first 10K not much slower than my norm. I ran the first 5K in 34 mins and the 10K in 72. I stayed on pace with the 2:30 group for much longer than I was expecting, but it was still probably much faster than I really needed to go with my lack of preparation. As a positive note, I am getting more used to the 10K distance now. I’m also getting used to running 8 miles as that seems to be my favorite stopping point. (It’s one of those things where 8 miles is a perfect distance where I usually run and to add even 4 more usually seems like a pain, or redundant with the loops I do, but I’m just going to have to suck it up and press on in the future.)
Now, for being a Rock n Roll race, there wasn’t a whole lot of rock n roll. I don’t think we came across our first band until into Mile 6. There was a stage set up with jugglers or circus performers of some sort somewhere around Mile 4 which seemed odd, but I didn’t really see most of them anyway because I was running on the opposite side of the street. However, the lady singing at Mile 6 was really good. She was singing Feels Like the First Time – Foreigner. I thought her music was by far the rockin-rolliest of all the groups out there. I would also like to add, concerning the first third or so of this race, crossing some of those bridges can be really trippy if you look down. Most of them have steel grates, which is actually really common in south Louisiana also with our drawbridges, but we don’t usually run across them. So when I got to the first one, made the corner and saw people jumping up onto the curbed walk path, and then looked down… I immediately understood why. I had a weird sense of vertigo on the first bridge. I quickly jumped up on the curbed sidewalk also. After that, I just never looked down. Problem solved.
As for the back half, well… somewhere from around Miles 7-10 got really boring. The course left downtown and the scenery became more lackluster. There still really weren’t any bands playing. There was one playing something folksy but he was in between songs as I ran by. Then there was a set of drummers, which I ran passed a set in Philadelphia and they were really awesome. I appreciated this group, but it just didn’t fit for me this time. There was a Santa Clause (Christmas in July?). Then after we ran down the opposite lanes of Lakeshore Drive before crossing over a lawn to the walking path, there was another sort of roadside band playing Barefootin. I did appreciate them being there. They deserve that much credit. But I’d be lying if I said that it wasn’t just a little boring. I was walking much more in this stretch too, so the lack of scenery really didn’t help here. There was more sun in places so I felt hotter and there just wasn’t enough to distract me. Someone else made a comment about had they known there wasn’t going to be much of any music, they would have brought their own. I think I would agree. But looking back on this course and set up a week later, it really wasn’t as bad as I guess it could have been.
Miles 11 & 12, personally my favorite. This stretch on the walking path really was a Love or Hate deal. Some people hated the walking path. Turns out that there were still a few bikers and other people trying to do their normal morning routine and had to deal with racers blocking them. Then there was the tunnel at McCormick. No, not really the brightest idea I’d have to say. Was there no way around it, like continued along the walking path? And then there was the music. I read several posts from people hating the music. Yes, I’m biased. I love EDM music. And I thought that the DJ here, along with the set up was near about perfect! They had speakers set up in various spots all along about a two mile stretch of this walking path, and the DJ himself was set up above yet another tunnel (albeit a shorter tunnel) around Mile 11. So the idea of having nearly continuous high energy music pumped directly to me for nearly two miles was a godsend. Granted, he may not have been playing EDM the entire time (from what I’ve read), but he was going pretty good by the time I got there. By far, this was my favorite portion of the course. Include an ice cold sponge bath and… Yes, my favorite portion of the course. This really did make up for the dullness a few miles back. Now all I had to do was actually finish. A benefit here was having the 2:45 pace group catch me along this stretch. They were a lot of fun and actually ran at a really good pace that I felt like I could keep up with and did keep up with until about that last water/sponge stop. Then I think I got more focused on my sponge than actually keeping up with anybody. Haha.
The last mile was getting just a tad bit boring again, if it hadn’t been for looking directly at the Chicago skyline as we made our way towards the finish in Grant Park. There was some ups and downs from Lakeshore Drive exit ramps that we had to go along. (Speaking of hills, there was only one real pain in the butt uphill to cross a bridge coming back from the north to the Loop, but otherwise there were no real hills on this course. I guess it was a little steeper than I expected.) There was one final band playing just before the finish. I’m not sure why at that spot unless they were meant to entertain some of the crowd at that point too, but the singer there was really good too. (About the crowds, overall I found them to be pretty light, lighter than expected. In most places I nearly found them nonexistent.) Philadelphia still gets an A+ for their crowds.
So anyway, just under three hours later and I drag my ass across the finish line. Good thing too because I was just starting to burn a bit from the sun. I guess I’ll need to remember some sunscreen next time. Now that I think about it, out of the four halfs I’ve done, this one probably had the most sunlight. Philly was cloudy, Little Rock was icy, Kansas City was stormy. I’ll need to make a mental note about the sunscreen.
Post race was excellent really. I thought the medals were pretty awesome actually. A+ on the medals and t-shirts. A+ on drinks and wet towels afterwards, and sponges on the course, although I’d have to say B- as far as water/gatorade while on the course (not as well organized especially along the last couple of miles, but awesome volunteers, Thanks!). I was somewhat disappointed about the lack of music for a majority of the event, but there were some shining stars among the course. Cold War Kids was playing on the main stage after the race. I like some of their music, but I didn’t stay. I was more tired than I thought I’d be and I like nothing more after a long run than a cold shower. If I had to drive back an hour or so, I would have stayed longer (disadvantage of staying in a hotel close by). If there’s a cold shower waiting for me within walking distance, I’m heading to it. So I staggered on back to the hotel, cleaned up, and then continued with some touring by visiting the Sears Tower (there’s that Willis thing again) and then on to the Magnificent Mile.
All things considered, I thought this was a great race. Not my best course time (third, barely beating the time I walked through icy Little Rock), but great setting. From what I’ve read about Rock n Roll races, I think this one lived up to its reputation as a good one. Not to mention, of all the Chicago races there are, this is one of the few that actually runs on downtown streets which I certainly prefer, especially when you have 16,000+ people running all together.
I have signed up for the Jazz Half in New Orleans this November. Time to cross off the home state. I want to do the Louisiana Half Marathon (and may yet), but that race is getting to be really expensive already. Wow! Perhaps I’ll just run the 5K there. The Jazz was barely half the price. Plus I don’t think you can beat running down St. Charles Avenue Uptown. I’m also contemplating going to Nashville in October, another cheap half marathon. But I haven’t committed yet. This would give me five for the year which would easily keep me on goal for all 50 by age 50, maybe even all 50 within 10 years although I do anticipate it getting harder to get to far away states at my convenience.
Stay cool the remainder of the summer (of course this applies for south Louisiana people and perhaps not so much for Chicago people, haha), and perhaps I’ll see you in Nashville in a few months.
Race: Rock and Roll Half Marathon – Chicago
Date: July 20, 2014, 6:30AM
Place: Downtown Chicago, Illinois
Time: 2:50:14
Louisiana Bridge Run Series 2014
I was sort of interested in this series last year but didn’t do it for a variety of reasons. I think one weekend there was a conflict with another race, and then after the Classic in 2013, I just didn’t want to drive back down to NOLA so quick. This year, I had a friend and coworker convince me that we should do this. So we did. All three runs are put on by different organizations so they differ in degrees of preparedness and support but one of the NOLA running groups decided to put all three together as a part of a bridge series. If you complete all three, there is a medal. There are also awards for finishing times of all three runs combined.
April 5th – Hale Boggs Bridge (St. Charles Parish)
This was the first of the three. It had been a cold winter, but it was beginning to warm up fairly nicely. This particular morning was still a bit chilly. It started off around 50 that morning, maybe getting up 56 for the race itself and it was overcast. This race had a 5K and 10K option; however it was noted that your total time would be counted towards the series time no matter which one you did. We couldn’t figure out why anyone would do the 10K then unless you were already sure that you didn’t care about the series and just wanted to run the 10K. So we did the 5K. The 10K started about 2 miles down the road and ran on top of the levee to our spot. The timing was odd because after about 75% of the 10K runners ran past us on top of the levee, our race started down along the road. We made a U-turn on the road after about 1/4 mile while the 10K group had to go about a mile down the road before their U-turn. So this meant that we began to merge with the 10K group pretty quickly after our start, which definitely caused a few problems I heard. I also had a problem with navigating around walkers and strollers as there was little effort to segregate people by pace in any of the three races. It took me nearly a mile before I was around the slower groups and on a steady pace that I was comfortable with.
Of course, I still took plenty of pictures. Sure, I hate people who stop in front of me suddenly to walk, talk, tie a shoe or take a picture. That’s why I make a huge effort to get along the edge of the course or to at least make sure nobody is behind me before I do anything different. I try to get over to the edge, especially for pictures and tie a shoe (although I haven’t had to tie a shoe yet in any race I’ve done – knock on wood). I might stay on course to walk but I make sure nobody is anywhere near behind me before stopping. Anyway, the point is that there was a lot of complaints about people stopping to take pictures and yes, I saw plenty that could have been more tactful with how they did it. But being as I took pictures too, I’m certainly not going to complain. It’s not often you get to run/walk across huge bridges over the lower Mississippi River, so who wouldn’t want to photograph the moment. But please people, have respect for your fellow run/walkers. That’s all I ask.
This bridge was basically a straight up and down with a curving off ramp towards the end, plus a false hill right before the end because the off ramp has to go back up and over a railroad track before reaching the River Road and the finish line. What a perfect place to take race pictures of participants, right at the apex of the false hill where everyone is already mad and tired from having to make one last short climb before the finish. Haha.
Of all the races, I found the post race support the best for this one. There was a small medal for the St. Charles bridge run. You were also given cold water, along with plenty of other opportunities for cold water. There was a great band playing and there were beaucoup food opportunities, all free. The shirt was really comfortable too. I went into this race thinking that this one would be the worst, but being as it’s been around probably the longest, it was actually the best. The timing wasn’t great though. There was a start time and a finish mat, but no start mat. There were also inmates manning the janitorial duties at the finish under watch of the local sheriff’s department, which just felt a little creepy at times. I can only imagine how the women and children felt.
St. Charles Race Time: 0:33:03
May 3rd – Huey P Long Bridge (Jefferson Parish)
By early May, there was little fear of it being too cold again. Summer was already setting in. This race actually marked my first time over the Huey P since the reconstruction project which was probably one of the largest projects in Louisiana history. They took the two narrow steep lanes and turned them into three huge wide lanes with shoulders and made the ascent more gradual. This required some major bridge work as the original structure was already established and somewhat narrow to begin with. The bridge itself was opened in 1935. So I was interested to see what the new structure looked like, post construction. Wow, impressive.
For the first race, we had a choice to park at the start or finish and bus to the start or back from the finish. I found it easier just to park at the finish and bus to the start. For this race, everybody parked at the finish and bused to the start. Luckily we had a huge Walmart parking lot to use, but the whole area is in a very congested part of metro New Orleans, Elmwood.
We used school buses to bus back and forth. We were bused to a very wooded sort of secluded area off to the side of Highway 90 on the Westbank near Bridge City. I found the start very odd. It just didn’t seem right at all. The water also tasted funny but it was good and cold. There was also a drone flying overhead taking pictures and video of all of us throughout the race. That was neat. The start area and mat weren’t impressive as it was constructed at the last minute, but in the end, timing for this race was the best of all three. There was a clear start and finish time and timing seemed to go perfectly.
For the first race, they closed off the shoulder and one lane. For this race, they closed off the entire eastbound span. Nice. So we had the whole highway to ourselves for about an hour. This gave us plenty of time to run and take pictures. I think on bridge support with water was the best for this race as well. The offramp to the finish line was a straight shot. The shirts were nice also. Several runners dressed as Huey P Long himself. There was a lot to like about this race.
The finish area was odd though. It was dirty, sort of grassy, in the area between the two bridge spans, and at a major intersection. So there was a lot of traffic to navigate once the bridge and roads reopened which could have been quite dangerous for people with children. No medals were given, but we did get a nice glass. The food was also pretty good too but the choices were a little less than in St. Charles. The band was just as good though.
Overall, I thought the timing was best at this race. On road support was great. The course was fairly easy, the straightest and probably the most gentle uphill but a steep downhill. Maybe it shouldn’t be on a Saturday morning to avoid some of the traffic.
Huey P Race Time: 0:30:09
June 7th – Crescent City Connection (Orleans Parish)
For this race, once again you had the option to park at the start or finish and bus to the start or vice versa afterwards. And once again, I found it much easier to park at the finish; although, that could have been an issue. For starters, you have to go to the start (on the Westbank) to get your gear and bib, unless you pay the $5 to get it delivered to you, which I did. I really didn’t want to park on the westbank and bus back afterwards. But they don’t give you much direction about parking at the finish either. Because of the lack of direction, and the general knowledge that there was plenty of parking near the finish, it was assumed parking wouldn’t be an issue. But when we arrived, almost all of the general knowledge lots were closed, and a few of the smaller nearby ones wanted $10+. In this regard, the race did a poor job in notifying participants about potential parking situations. So I had to go look for roadside parking in the neighborhood nearby that wasn’t illegal, which isn’t always the easiest thing to find in NOLA. There are permits required for most neighborhood parking and then general street parking can be hit or miss with all of the Do Not signs for various reasons. After a couple of circles and realizing that I would have to walk a good ways back to the race area and buses, I finally found a roadside spot. Of course the advantage of this was that I didn’t have to wait long from catching the bus, getting to the start, and actually starting the race. Unlike the previous two runs, this race was 4 miles in distance and not a 5K.
This race certainly had the most participants. The St. Charles run had 1600. The Jefferson run had 1200. This one had at least 2200, but we never know how many for sure. There were major timing issues with this race. Turns out that supposedly there were 1300 registered about a week before the run. Then all of a sudden over 1000 registered in the final week which totally screwed up the race’s plans. They ended up being way short on shirts, so I didn’t get a shirt in my size. As a matter of fact, I had to drop down two sizes just to get a shirt, so I just gave it to someone else. The timing mechanism supposedly was new, perhaps experimental. So it ended up missing a lot of the runners as they crossed either the start or finish. I was one of them, AGAIN. Of all the runs I’ve done now, this is the second that had a timing issue for me personally and it just happened to be another race run by Allstate Sugar Bowl and the Crescent City Classic. All I can hope is that they get their timing issues taken care of by 2015. There are two other smaller CCC runs later this year, but I don’t intend to do either.
As far as this race went, this was June. And the race started at 6pm, which was too early to be honest. It was 94F at the start of this race. Yet the CCC advertises this as a sunset race. So they really need to push it back to 7pm or later. Or, perhaps they should reschedule this race for earlier in the spring, or back in the fall like it was originally scheduled. This race had a few more rolling ups and downs and steep curves due to the road construction of the HOV (carpool) lanes. It hurt my feet more than usual around those curves, and it hurt more because of the heat and lack of water on the bridge itself but otherwise I felt fine. There also was a serious lack of post race support, food after the race. There were only three food trucks to pay for food and two had stranger food (not what I’d consider after race foods) plus the snoball truck had serious mechanical issues. I never got a snoball.
So all in all, I rate this race the worst of all three which surprised me since I was expecting this one to be the best. That disappointed me. But the views from this bridge are definitely the best.
CCC Race Time: 0:45:13
Personally, my thought is if they’re going to turn this into a series run, perhaps one organization should manage all three to give it some consistency. But each has it’s good and its bad. I would definitely want to do the series again, but as said before, the CCC needs to get their timing issues corrected before next year.
Video from all three runs: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NChTQAMOGuk
#3 – Kansas
STATE #3
Less than two months later, time for another half marathon. Originally I was thinking of running two races back to back on the same weekend, one in Kansas and another in Oklahoma. In the end, I decided I wasn’t ready to run back to back half marathons. So I opted to run in Kansas instead of Oklahoma because this race just seemed to be fun. Kansas, Land of Oz, Garmin headquarters, Metro Kansas City, Bar-B-Que, 50 Dorothy costumes… what’s there not to enjoy. Unless the weather turns bad (more later). Another appeal was that the race was on a Saturday which gave me an extra day off to drive back home.
After a long scenic drive through the American heartland, a long detour around most of eastern Kansas to see tall grass and cows, I made it to Olathe just in time to pick up my race information and packet (actually, it appeared that you could pick them up race morning as well which was very convenient since parking was nearby too). The pickup was in a hotel conference room. Adjacent to the hotel was Oklahoma Joe’s. From what I was able to research, this appeared to be one of the top places to experience KC Bar-B-Que. We walked in there at a perfect time on a Friday evening. The line hadn’t grown very long yet. So we stood in line, ordered what we thought was best and proceeded to have a delicious KC BBQ dinner. I would have to agree, Oklahoma Joe’s is outstanding. But… when I tried to go back there after the race on Saturday and saw a huge line out the door and down the block, I decided to head into downtown Kansas City to the Power & Light District to see what was up. And low and behold, I think I came across the place even better than Oklahoma Joe’s. I was given a tip to try Jack’s Stacks. A place so good that Anthony Bourdain thought it was the best in BBQ but said that the place was too clean. It took a bit to find, near the Union Station just outside of downtown, but I will say without a doubt that it was the absolute best BBQ I’ve ever had, EVER! As quickly as OK Joe’s took #1 in my mind, I had to bump them down to #2. Honestly, I think Jack’s Stacks was infinitely better than OK Joe’s, that much better. But compared with most places I’ve eaten in the deep south, I’d still give the #2 spot to OK Joe’s. That place is still way better than anything you can get in Louisiana or Mississippi. But we’re not really known for our BBQ either. And no, I didn’t make the mistake of ordering anything cajun, creole, seafood or crawfish-looking while in the middle of the country, 1000 miles away from any water. Now that I’ve succeeded at getting us all hungry for the moment, let’s get on to the race itself.
Saturday started off beautiful. It was cool (for Louisiana standards) but very comfortable. It might have been around 54F. The sun was out, but there was a small chance of showers or a thunderstorm for the morning. I have no idea why. It was as if some renegade storm front was moving across the plains just to throw a wrench into everyone’s weekend plans. But at the time, none of that mattered in Olathe. I arrived about an hour early, parked very easily in the Garmin garage and proceeded to the race area. This is where I saw the most costumes. I must have seen fifty Dorothys. But I also saw a number of Glindas and a handful of tinmans, lions and scarecrows. I also saw a ton of pacers. They had pacers for almost every time that you could even imagine. They were everywhere. There were two for each group for the marathon and half marathon. I actually lined up around the 2:45 group mainly because I don’t like bunching up at the beginning of a race, but it really wasn’t that bad.
I ended up creeping up past the 2:40 and not long after the start I was up with the 2:35 group. Within about half a mile, I inched on up to the 2:30 group. I stayed here until the first ‘hill’. The first hill wasn’t much so I kept on my steady pace and found myself with the 2:25 group quickly. We made our way through downtown Olathe and another water stop before reaching the real hill. By the time the pacers were telling everyone NOT to look ahead, it was too late. It was a straight down and back up incline, pretty steep. This came in between miles 4 and 5 which was probably best. I would have hated this thing at the finish. This was the first time that I walked and it was only towards the end of the incline. I can usually manage hills, but this thing was pretty steep and I knew that we had a long way left to go. This was also when I began to notice the dark black clouds roll towards us and the thunder in the distance.
Surprisingly, I was still able to hold on to the 2:25 group after the big hill and continued with them on back over I-35 (which is another more gradual hill) around Mile 7. This was about when the rain started. It was those large and spaced out big drops at first, not a real downpour. The thunder got louder though and I could see some flashes out of the corner of my eye. We were still heading more eastward though, but this wasn’t good. Originally we were heading north and west, seemingly away from the weather, but now we had looped back and was heading straight back towards it.
By Mile 8, right before the park, it was starting to lightning pretty good and I couldn’t tell if it was cloud lightning or ground. I love weather, but I also like it from inside my car or other shelter. I make no excuses that I’m pretty terrified of lightning, especially when I’m outside exposed to it. I felt confident that there was going to be some sort of announcement, sort of like in Arkansas, race stopped, seek shelter, wait out the weather. For a while, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. I figured that the race clock wouldn’t stop but I was going to stop my Garmin anyway. I kept playing out scenarios in my head, what do I do if the race is stopped or canceled, what do I do if lightning strikes nearby, what do I do if lightning strikes somebody near me, what if lightning strikes me? I do realize that runners run in all sorts of weather conditions, but I have never willingly run in lightning. I ran around the lakes once with a storm approaching and was able to make it back to my car before it got close enough. I wasn’t stupid enough to run a second lap just because I needed to even though lightning was in the area. But this was new territory for me. What would happen next? So basically I just watched around me to see what everyone else did.
Once on the park trail, we were surrounded by trees. I actually felt better with the trees around me. I didn’t feel so exposed then. Surely lightning would strike a tree before trying to weave down through the canopy for me. The rain also started to come down harder. I made it to the first tunnel at around 9.5 and was really wondering what would happen next. I really really didn’t want the race to be canceled outright. I was starting to think of how mad I would be if I had run 9 miles just to have the race canceled completely due to a storm. You mean I’d have to come back to Kansas to run another race again to have it count? But I also didn’t want to get struck by lightning. So after passing the first tunnel (where nobody stopped for longer than 10 seconds), I kept tracking on but at a slightly slower pace. I began to lose the 2:25 group. Every time lightning would strike, I’d duck down a bit. I tried to stay with a group of people, selfishly thinking that perhaps it would lessen my chances of getting struck. By myself in the open, yeah, I was certainly a sitting duck. So I would run fast to catch a group, then slow down to let another group catch me. Total selfishness on my part. 😉 (I don’t believe anybody died out there that day, so we can joke about it now)
Not very far down the road, maybe around Mile 10, there was a huge bolt of lightning. At that point, I had almost had enough. I just knew the race was canceled now. No way we could continue. I also heard car horns blowing and thought that that was the sign to stop. I saw a second tunnel ahead and I told someone that I was heading for the tunnel. We ran fast to the tunnel and then I stopped. I stopped my watch and proceeded to watch about 50 or so people run past me over the course of about 45 seconds. Well, surely these people know what they’re doing I thought. They either know something that I don’t or they’re completely insane. So after realizing that the race wasn’t stopping let alone there weren’t any sane people in the crowd who were willing to save themselves rather than finish a silly little race, I decided to suck it up, start my garmin back up and continue into the electric storm. If I died today, I was going to be really pissed. 😛 By now, the 2:30 group had caught up and was starting to pass me. I had to let them pass. Every time lightning would strike, I’d cower down a bit, slow down, look around to assess the situation. Did you notice, that creek next to us was rising as well. Luckily it never got that high. Luckily also, the storm started to pass by about a mile after the second tunnel. I’m passed Mile 10 now, no way I’m stopping now. I was surprised that my phone made it through the storm. I packed it underneath an under pocket once the rain started. I really didn’t care at that point. My phone is due for replacement anyway and it’s getting so slow now. I think I wanted it to die. But it didn’t. Although once the rain did stop, it did have water or moisture on the lens so a few pictures along Miles 12 didn’t come out very well. There were signs all over indicating 1 mile left to Emerald City and had all the characters with virtues such as brains, heart, and courage.
I couldn’t keep up with the 2:30 group though. I stayed near the back of the group until nearly Mile 12.5, but then I lost them completely. I mean, I had gained a good 10 pounds or more in water weight. I felt heavy. Running in soaked clothing wasn’t something I had really expected. So I trudged on as best I could. I was hoping to set a new Personal Record, especially since I was feeling really good up until the storm, but at this point I just wanted to finish. It was really windy, I was soak and wet, it was getting a little cold even. However, as I neared the finish, I realized that the 2:35 group hadn’t passed me yet, so there was still hope. I also heard over the PA that the marathon leader hadn’t finished yet. I found this a little surprising. I guessed I figured he would have been ahead of me, passed me during that storm somewhere and I just wasn’t paying attention. As I made it around the last turn towards the finish, there was a huge crowd waiting and they started to erupt into a loud cheer. With nobody really in front of me, they were cheering for me, right? Haha, I wish I had put up my hands like “Thank you, thank you”. That would have been embarrassing for sure. Not even 50 yards from the finish, the marathon leader (Kory Cool) overtook me in a cheetah like sprint. Immediately, my thought was “Wow, I’m actually going to finish with the marathon winner”. What a humbling experience. It was really exciting seeing him cross that finish line having run twice the distance in the same amount of time as it took me to run 13 miles. Wow. You really have to respect those guys. After the finish, we congratulated each other. I do believe that will be the closest I’ll ever get to feeling like a winner, but it felt really awesome. I was overly excited for the both of us. He didn’t have time to be excited, but I just couldn’t believe that I was right there to witness the finish of what everybody was cheering for.
Post race was set up well. I think they ran out of the mylar blankets which really sucked on this day because of the freak thunderstorm. It wouldn’t’ have bothered me otherwise, but ultimately I left sooner than I was going to because it just got too cold for me. But they did have the most delicious blueberry yogurt that I’ve ever tasted. I had two, they were so good. I also had a grilled chicken sandwich provided by Tyson and an ice cold Michelob Ultra. Yep, i think this is my new favorite beer. I like it lite and I love it ice cold. Garmin had a tent set up showcasing their gadgets, general items for those not already familiar with Garmin and newer items for those who were. There was also a massage tent set up nearby.
I stuck around a few more minutes, cheered a few people crossing the finish line and then decided that I had to warm up, so I went back to the car and changed clothes. Good thing I parked in that garage after all, even though the rain had stopped completely by the time we finished. I guess it wouldn’t have been a good run through Oz without the slightest chance of a tornado. Now I can say that I ran a half marathon in a thunderstorm in Kansas. Scratch that off my bucket list now (quickly adds that to the bucket list).
I think I’ll be taking a break now. It’s almost summer time and I can’t imagine running 13 miles anywhere in the south from May through September. So I’m looking into Indiana, Missouri (St. Louis) and Oklahoma as options for later this fall. As with all of my previous planning, I’m sure that list will change completely by the next race. I think I’ve already been committed to do the Princess Run in Orlando next February for a friend’s birthday. I just don’t know it yet. Haha.
As for Olathe, this was a great race. After dealing with strange reactions from people in Missouri, I found Kansas people to be extremely friendly. I’d love to do this race again sometime in the future. Maybe I could dress up as a 6 foot tall munchkin also.
Cheers,
Race: Garmin Marathon in the Land of Oz, Wicked Fast Half
Date: April 26, 2014, 8AM
Place: Garmin Headquarters; Olathe, KS
Time: 2:34:20

















































