Countdown to 50: Travel

I have been known to have some odd collections in my life. I have collected elephants, cows, British Royal memorabilia to name a few. My first collection was the one though which led me on adventure after adventure - travel brochures.

Yes, I was an odd child. I mean really, what kid would go from travel agency to travel agency and collect travel brochures? I did. Now there was nothing special about the brochures, other than they had pictures and descriptions of places around the world. I also read any atlas I could find, and could spend hour after hour looking at pictures of slides of travels my parents took. The brochures were a part of my lifetime love affair with travel.

As a small boy, I remember my parents and brother coming home from Europe with stories of their trip, souvenirs for me, and of course, I would get the postcards. My earliest souvenir is one I still have today; a music box of a Swiss home. I love it.

My dad would bring out the large screen and show slide after slide of the places they saw. I would ask him to slow down so he and my mom could go over every detail of what I was seeing. Mom was better at the travel description than dad.

I was geeky enough that my parents would take me to St. Mary's College for a series of travelogues. People would show pictures and talk about their travels and adventures. Talks on Mexico, Germany, Japan, or some other exotic land fascinated me.

The travel brochures would allow me to dream. I would display them on our piano. Sometimes I would play travel agent, and plan trips. Sometimes I would pretend I was going on a trip, and I just had to plan. No doubt my parents were sure I was crazy. Well...at least my dad. Mom understood.

In my youth I got to go on various trips with my parents. They took me to New York City, San Francisco, Miami, Key West, Provincetown, Los Angeles....yes, and still they wondered why I was gay. Go figure.

In high school I got to go on my first trip abroad - London. Mom had a teacher friend who was taking a class to London. I was fortunate enough to be able to go. Mom packed my suitcase, and let me tell you that was the last time she did. I got to London, unpacked my bag and was horrified. I immediately called home. I woke up mom, and told her to go into my room and tell me what was in there. A few minutes later she came back to the phone and said, "What are you doing in London without pants?" She didn't pack any of my pants. All I had was the pants on me. Because I was a strange size, I couldn't find pants that fit. I made sure I kept my pants clean all week.

Pants aside, I was in heaven. I got to see all the things I had read about. The Tower of London and the Crown Jewels, Windsor Castle, Shakespeare's home, Oxford, the West End, and Harrod's were just some of the amazing sites I saw. The highlight of the trip, I was riding on the Tube when a punk rocker with pins in his face told me he loved my hair. He told me I was punk. The kid with the freaky white streak was finally cool. I just had to wait for the right place and time.

My parents have been all over the world. They have been to every continent, but Antarctica. Each trip brought new stories, pictures, souvenirs, and more encouragement that I needed to travel. As I mentioned my mom understood my desire to see the world. She instilled in me that this is my world, and all I have to do is go see it. See it I have.

That trip to London was the first of many adventures. My big trip to Europe was 1994. My last elective in college was studying in Rome for the summer. Before I headed to campus, I traveled around the continent. I made it to Paris, the city I had dreamed about all my life. I wasn't disappointed. The Eiffel Tower was stunning. The Louvre didn't disappoint. The food was amazing, and the people were snobby, but I could throw some attitude, and I got along fine.

From Paris I stopped in Brussels. After quickly learning that there is little to do there, one to Amsterdam. Amsterdam is known for two things - the "coffee" houses and the sex trade. My best friend Marshall dared me to go to a house of boys(a bit more descrete than the women in the windows).   Let's just say the name Luc has special meaning for me now. :-) From Amsterdam back to Paris, where I got to have BBQ with friends I made at the youth hostel.

In Italy I got to see all of Rome. While historically important, Rome didn't do much for me. Florence was amazing, but Venice was the place of magic. I felt I was transported into another world. Canals and princely palaces looked amazing to me. My most special moment was waking up one morning and venturing outside. The sun wasn't up yet, and I had Venice all to myself. No tourists were out, just some fishermen heading out for the day. I was in heaven.

My goal in travel has always been to see the things I wanted to see as a boy. Travel fulfills my childhood dreams and my desire to learn about the world. I have sipped wine in the wilds of Africa. I have climbed the 268 steps to reach Big Buddha in Hong Kong. I have spent the night at Mont St. Michel - the monastery surrounded by the English Channel. I have seen the amazing work of Gaudi. I have spent a New Year's Eve in a small cafe in Paris. I have traversed around Ireland. I have helped with research on coffee in Costa Rica. I have been to the Olympics. I have walked through the gardens which so inspired Monet I have zip lined at Whistler Mountain. I have dined in a drag restaurant in Barcelona. I have stood a mere inches from the Mona Lisa. I have swum in the Bahamas. I have visited over 40 states. I have met people in this world I still call my friends. I have learned from every place I have visited, and always shown appreciation to the people whose lands I saw.

My favorite places have been(in no order): Paris, Galway, Cape Town, London, Dublin, Barcelona, Vancouver, Portland, San Francisco, New York, Montreal.

I was blessed to work for Southwest Airlines, which allowed me to see so much of the country and world. There is something amazing about the ability to hop on a plane and have lunch in New Orleans and then come home.

The boy who dreamed of seeing the world and collected brochures is still as curious about the world as ever. My mom was right, this IS my world, and I have every intention of seeing as much of it as I can.

Charlie

Last Training Run

Well not for me.....today was the last training run for the runners I have been working with since June.  I ran with the group this morning, which consisted of three ladies and me. It was a 45 minute run, not long at all. Of course the ladies went ahead of me, and I did my routine run.

I have only run a couple times this week. Work and Mark's schedule have made finding time to run a problem. I'm not upset about it though. I'm happy with my running. Feeling good. I'll take that at this point.

Today though was about the training group. The only thing that bothers me is how few people have come out on Saturday's to run. 80 people were registered for the program. For the first month and a half we averaged 20-25 people each week. As races have come and gone, that has whittled down. So I feel a bit bad that most people have gone, but the three I have run with have come almost every week, and they are a blast!

So now I focus more on my running this week. The Monumental Half Marathon looms next weekend.

Charlie

Not in the Right Mind

Yesterday was not one of my better runs. I wasn't in a good frame of mind. You'd think the run would have helped but it didn't. I think we all have runs like that. Still I managed a 2.52 mile run.

Running with crap in your head is one of the hardest runs there is. You want to block out the crap, but sometimes you can't. The good news is....the next one can always be better. Shooting for a better run tomorrow.

Charlie

Getting to be Coach

Back to a running theme.....

In a couple weeks I will be running the Monumental Half Marathon, but I am also a coach for the race. This morning four of my runners headed out for a short 60-70 minute run. The long training is coming to end for a good many area runners. Today was the Indianapolis Half and Full Marathon. I had runners out there today as well. At the start of the training program, we had about 80 runners. No....it isn't down to 4, but that is who showed up today.

Today I talked about the taper, and the importance of having faith in the program. A training program brings you to a certain point, and then you have to believe it did what is was supposed to do. Whether you are training for a time, or simply to finish, you have to know that the plan you used was designed to help you. You have no control over the weather on race day, or what other may do around you. You have to know what your plan is, and remember to improvise if you need to.

All 4 runners understood what I told them, headed out, and each of them came back telling me how good they felt. Now they taper.

In the meantime I have a longish run this week, just I can make sure I am doing well with my training.

It's good to be da coach.

Charlie

Countdown to 50: The 1980s Part 2

In my last post, I wrote an account of the rape I endured in 1984. I mentioned that things would get better. Sometimes in order for things to get better, we have to go further down, and hit rock bottom. The downward spiral got worse the following year.

After a series of anonymous sex episodes, I went to get an HIV test. I, like so many of us back then, thought HIV/AIDS happened far away. It didn't happen in Indiana. Still being the good gay, I went to get tested to confirm, I too was negative. I wasn't. The test turned out to be positive. With a positive test, you took a follow-up test to see if it is a false positive result. Waiting for the second test was the longest two weeks ever.

The nurse told me I was positive. In 1985, there weren't the support groups, services, or anything which helped those who tested positive. There was AZT, the drug which waited for a disease. It was toxic, and the drug did more harm to the body than anything you could imagine. I refused to take it.

At this point I told my mother about the rape and the HIV status. She told me it just wasn't true. Denial is a pretty powerful thing. She told me she loved me, but I could see the pain she went through. I had not told her I was gay yet, and somehow 2+2 did not = 4 for her yet. I got booted from school. The depression was pretty bad and class wasn't something I wanted to really go to.

In a period of darkness, I found a lot of joy working at Bradford Woods in the summers of 1985 and 1986. I was a counselor for kids with special needs. I loved those kids, and they loved me. I thought when I went back to school I might go for a degree in Special Education. At this time I also worked at the Indiana Repertory Theatre. I worked in the box office and enjoyed it, but I wanted to get back to school. I headed back to Indiana University.

1987-1988 would be the turning point. I had lived for two years with no symptoms of HIV, and I took another test. I was negative. I test again, I was negative. I test a third time, I was negative. Every test since then has been negative. What should have been a joyous moment wasn't. For two years I was depressed and ready to die. Now in my mind I was being cheated out that.

Some circumstances with a guy I had a crush on lead me to a fateful night in April, 1988, where I spent a late night downing about 200 sleeping pills and a gallon of wine. Welcome to rock bottom friends. This was where I found myself. Rock bottom was pathetic me, crying, trying to kill myself, when all of a sudden I drop a couple of the pills. My dachshund, Fred came out to the patio where I was, and was sniffing at the pills. In my panic to make sure he didn't take a pill, it was the moment I realized what I was doing, and how I didn't want to die. Call it coincidence, call it divine intervention, Fred coming out to investigate the pills was my wake up call. I called friends who came to take me to the ER. Of course they chewed me out the entire way there.

The ER was a series of horrors, funny moments, and being in and out of consciousness. I kept thinking how funny it was that people kept asking me what I was there for that night, when I kept saying, "Do none of you talk to each other? I've told every nurse I tried to kill myself and now I want to live."

I took some medicine, and under threat of stomach pumping, I began to throw up. It wasn't pretty. The psychiatrist on duty advised me I could stay the night in the psychiatric ward, but he couldn't guarantee my safety. I opted to go home. I was given liquid charcoal, and told not to throw that up. When I got home, I threw up in the toilet, and spent the rest of the night crying and cleaning the toilet.

The next day I packed up the car, got the dog, and we went to my family's cottage on Lake Michigan. I wanted to be alone and think things through. I called my mom, who told me what I had done was silly and never to do it again. Thanks mom! The few days at the cottage were important to me. I realized I was not a healthy gay man. I didn't know gay people. I wasn't making friends, and I needed a new direction in life. It came.

Fall of 1988 I was encouraged by my friend Jeff to go to a meeting of OUT. IU's gay and lesbian student group. I walked in, didn't know a soul, and just stood around. After a while, I was approached by a man I knew at first sight. It was the man who raped me. He came up to me, told me I was cute, and I looked familiar. Had we met before?

I looked him in the eyes, and told him no. My heart was racing a mile a minute. Here was the man who had made my life a living HELL 4 years earlier, and now he is hitting on me, and didn't know what he did to me. I ran out of the room, and headed to the library to see Jeff.

I told him what happened, and that I never wanted to go back to OUT. He told me I had to, or that man would have power over me forever. I did go back. Three meetings later I was elected OUT's first president.

My life would be changed forever with this. My fellow officers and friends Chad B, Nora, Heather Jeff, Joe, Grant, Chad F and I started something pretty special for the LGBT community at Indiana University. Some of the things we accomplished during my time with OUT and with the student government:

Working with the university to include sexual orientation in its anti-discriminatory policies
Created Gay Pride Week
Brought the NAMES Project AIDS Memorial Quilt to the state of Indiana for the first time
Created Miss Gay IU
Laid the foundation for works towards a gay and lesbian support center on campus

While those were wonderful things, they served a larger purpose. LGBT people needed to be part of the overall community. Awareness of who we are was the start. IU has never looked back since then. LGBT students may not know this now, but almost everything they have on campus started with that group back in 1988.

My rape, depression and HIV status taught me how we need to have a voice and be strong. We are everywhere. Living in the closet and being afraid is never going to help you. I was an activist. I came out to my parents, and while there were issues there, I felt free. The truth does set you free.

I had been to Hell and now I was back. When I look back at everything before 1988, I see a pretty sad person, who could not come to grips with who he was. I came out of the 1980s a strong person, fighting for justice, being more assured of my life, and never willing to EVER go back to the person I had been.

If you do go through hard and difficult times, know there are people in this world who love and support you. I owe a lot to wonderful people like Kris, Lisa, Jan, Jen, Marshall, Jeff, Joe, Laura, Ted, Tina, and so many others. I don't want anyone upset if I didn't mention them, but my friends were my rock.

The happy ending is I found what I was made of, and I was much stronger than I could have imagined. When things feel bad, or go downhill these days, I remember what it was like, and I know I am not close to that, nor will I ever be at rock bottom.

Be strong my friends. Be true to yourself. Be proud of yourself.

Charlie

Countdown to 50: The 1980s Part 1

We all have defining moments in our lives. Some are joyous. Some are tragic. Lord knows I've had my share of both. The moments though define and shape us based on how we proceed from them, or what we learned from them. What I'm about to describe is not pleasant, but I promise it ends well.

It was the summer of 1984. I was in summer school at Indiana University. I had been out for only a short time, so I knew next to nothing about being gay. What I did know was that I was lonely, and I wanted sex. I mean really, here I was 22, and I still hadn't had sex? Yikes!

Being gay then was not what it is like now. The closet for many had a big thick door. Pride parades were something you heard happened in New York or San Francisco. Bloomington, IN was known as the San Francisco of Indiana. Trust me - it is.

My only exposure to the gay life thus far was through someone I vaguely knew who took me to an Integrity "meeting." Integrity is a gay group of Episcopalians. I was scared walking in, as I knew no one(though I did encounter a guy I went to high school with later on in the evening - he ignored me). Sadly, the only other way to meet gay men was through anonymous sex.

There were spots on campus where you could hook up and have sex there, are head to someone's place for sex. I stumbled upon a cruising spot at the Union. It fascinated me, because I would see so many men always head to the same restroom. There was a lot of hooking up going on.

One day I took the leap and followed a guy to the rest room. He seemed like a nice guy. He seemed to like me, and really at that point, that was all that mattered. He invited me back to his place. My heart was beating faster than ever as we made our way to his place. All that excitement would soon vanish though once we got to his apartment.

When we got to his place, he changed. He was no longer this nice guy. Now he was creepy, rough, and he pulled out a knife. For what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was 30-40 minutes, I was raped. The knife was always present, and he kept tell me I had to do what he wanted if I wanted to leave. When it was over, he asked me how I liked "doing it" under a picture of Jesus.

My thoughts during this were to be calm, cooperate, and I could leave soon. I didn't want to die.

He talked about how the "next time" we would record it if that was ok with me. I told him whatever he wanted to hear if it meant I could leave. He told me I would have to stay in the apartment with him forever. Now I was really scared. Somehow, somewhere I got an idea. I said, "You know I have to meet some folks at the library to study in an hour, I really should go." He made me promise to "come back" after studying. I told him I would, and he let me leave.

I ran out of that building, tears forming, my hands shaking, my mind racing. I made it back to my dorm room, and cried for about an hour on my bed. Most people would have called the police. Most gay men who aren't out wouldn't. This would mean coming out. I never called the police. Instead I called the Episcopal priest from the meeting I went to. Wrong move.

When I got hold of him, he told me he was on his way to a party and couldn't talk. I explained what happened. Again, he told me about the party, but could I meet him the next day. I agreed. I spent the rest of the night on my bed crying.

During my meeting with him, he advised me not to go to the police. He told me I did nothing wrong, that this has happened to gay men before. I think he told me how sorry he was, but I never got a sense he truly was sorry. I was alone.

From this experience, I made many bad choices in my life. I drank more. I had more anonymous sex. I was a mess. Just when you think it couldn't get worse. It did.

In my next post I will talk about what happened next, and I promise things will look better.

Charlie

The 5K Update

I am 25 days away from turning 50, and the Charlie's Turning 50 5K is still going to happen. I have not had great fundraising success. I will admit, I have not poured enough of myself into it. Work has gotten in the way - darn work. Some other things have changed. I will be running in Wisconsin, not New Orleans. I had thought we would be in the French Quarter for #50,  but in the end, I wanted to be near family. I have had an emotional year, and I want to be around family. I have a bazillion cousins in Wisconsin, well maybe not that many. Trust me though, it's a clan. My cousin John, his lovely wife Ruth, and their family are incredible and I love them so much. My sister Anne and niece Sabrina will be with us, as will Mark, and Friday!! I am thrilled to be starting the next chapter of my life with all of them.

I still hope people will donate and run or walk with me. Marathon Kids does such a terrific job helping kids discover a healthy lifestyle. I wish there had been programs like that when I was young. My friend, and founder of Marathon Kids, Kay Morris is recovering from a stroke. I would like to dedicate my efforts to her, as she is a shining example of what people can do when they put their minds to it.

You can donate at http://www.crowdrise.com/CharliesTurning50

Please give and run with me.

Charlie

Back to Running

A week after the half marathon I hit the trail today running. Also battling the end of a cold, I pushed ahead and ran 3.6 miles today. It felt good to be out in the Fall weather running.

Leaves were on the ground aplenty as I ran of what seemed like a long, long trail of them. I loved it. Today's run wasn't about a time, or about an effort. This was just to get back out and run as I get ready for the Monumental Half Marathon in a few weeks. My pace 14:16 and it was all good.

Lots of folks on the Monon, mostly bike riders. I noticed none of them said, "On the left." Minor issue.

Thoughts on the run were about my life in Indy, and what I what to accomplish. Sorry, no major decisions today. I do feel like things are coming together in my head though.

Good run....looking forward to the next one.

Charlie

Countdown to 50: The Actor

I am one month away from turning 50, or as someone so gently told me today - half a century. As I head into the final days in my 40s, I will do some reflecting on my life to this point. Some will have to do with running. Some won't.  Regardless, it should be an interesting countdown.

As some of you may know, I wanted to be an actor when I grew up. When I saw my first Academy Awards, I knew what I wanted to do. It consumed me.

We had a large basement in the house I lived in as a boy. The main room was my stage. We had a large oval rug, which was the stage. We had a large stereo system. For you kids in the audience, we listened to something called records. My first records were old 78s my mom let me listen to. I listened to the scratchy music of the musical "Oklahoma." My first LP was the original cast recording of "My Fair Lady." Rex Harrison and Julie Andrews taught me that the rain in Spain, stays mainly on the plain. The most intense album I ever listened to Broadway wise was "A Chorus Line." The masterpiece musical about the life of performers trying to get in a show.

Our basement was filled with "The Sound of Music," as I sang and danced and performed. I had patient parents. Very rarely was I told to keep it down. I would get my sister Anne to be part of some of my "shows." She was a good sport. My dad even built me a puppet stage, so yes, I could do my own version of "The Lonely Goat Herd."

In middle school I was in drama and music. Not too many people know this, but in drama class we had to develop a play, and performed for elementary kids. I think we had a fairy android in it, a dragon, and some dancing. This was also an early performance by future actor Dean Norris of AMC's Breaking Bad. I don't think he was the fairy android though.

In music, I performed with the Mini Singers. It was kind of a pre-swing or show choir for the middle school set. We did musicals as well. I seem to remember a fun time doing Gilbert and Sullivan's H.M.S. Pinafore. I was sailor #3 I think. :-)

High school was more devoted to the my singing. I was in Swing Choir. We performed all over the city. We always opened with the "Getting to Know You" from "The King and I." We would enter the room or performance hall from all sides, shaking hands with the audience, making our way to the stage. Guys would be dressed in powder blue tux-like jackets with ruffles and clip on bow ties. The girls wore SHORT dresses and white gloves. I loved the performances and the friends I made. Of course it was embarrassing when my mom made some of my Swing Choir friends and me perform for her friends("Oh MOM!!!")

I was in two musicals in high school, "Oklahoma" and "Plain and Fancy"(yeah I never heard of it either). In "Oklahoma" I played Ado Annie's Pa. My big number was "The Farmer and the Cowman." I loved the part, mostly because I got to say, "Who the HELL are you!"

Towards the end of high school, I got to go to the North Carolina School of the Arts in Winston-Salem, NC. If you have seen the film "Fame" you will have an inkling what my summers at NCSA were like. Yes there were classes ranging from fencing to tap dance to mask making to acting. There were also improv performances in the cafeteria, dances, and making some of the best friends I ever had. It was my last summer at NCSA when I came out. I kissed my first boy and thought, "WOW this is me." One of my oldest friends, Chris Runge, was the person I first told about my being gay. He was a great friend then, he is a great friend now. I love him so much.

Sadly, I was not accepted into NCSA for college. The critique of my audition was brutal. I was devastated for years, and I didn't act. I tried theatre in college, but I was too hurt by the rejection. Hindsight shows, that rejection is part of acting. If you can't take it, you shouldn't be in it.

Flash to the late 1990s. After my mother died, I thought a lot about regrets in life. I thought about my old dreams of acting. I decided I owed that dream one more try. I enrolled in classes at Second City in Chicago. Second City is an improv theatre which gave us the likes of John Bellushi, Gilda Radnor, Bill Murray, and most anyone who was funny in the mid to late 20th century.

I loved the classes. I worked hard, even though the classes were just for fun. One night, I was part of a midnight show on the stage at Second City. I developed an skit with a friend, and we performed it for the crowd. It was a take suggestions from the audience skit. It worked. I made people laugh. It was at that moment, I felt I accomplished what I wanted to. I had been on stage. I entertained people, and I made some folks laugh. I didn't need to do anything more.

I understand now I won't win my Oscar by the time I'm 50. What I did have in my life though, was a love and appreciation of the theatre. I made some wonderful friends, and I had some incredible experiences.

I am thankful to my parents for allowing me to explore my creativity. I am so glad they took me to Chicago to see plays and musicals. I still think a highlight was to go to Chicago and see the great Katherine Hepburn in "The West Side Waltz." Horrible play, but wow she was amazing.

I am thankful for the people who taught me Shakespeare, Ibsen, Sondheim, Rogers and Hammerstein, Moliere, Brecht, Simon(Neil and Mel), and so many great playwrights and composers. I may not have become an actor, but I became a more rounded person.

Charlie

Reviewing the Training

Following a race, I think it's a good idea to review the training you did for it; figure out what worked, and what didn't. You can take a lot of good things out of a race, and maybe realize some not so good things you did.

My training plan worked well for the first 8 miles. It was mostly flat, and I was either ahead or on pace for what I wanted to achieve. If only a half marathon were 8 miles...hehehe. I was well hydrated. I have NUUN with me in a bottle, which ran out at mile 10. In cooler weather I don't down as much drink., but I made sure to preserve the NUUN by taking water along the way. I focused on me. I came to the realization in Chicago that I pay too much attention to the people around me in a race. In a way you need to pay attention for safety reasons, but I was watching them run, making people who passed me targets. That is a distraction. This time I had the iPod on, and focused on me for the most part.

What didn't work? The hills. Very few 128 ft inclines in my neck of the woods for me to train on. While I am proud that I kept the hill walking around a 17:00/pace, I just was not prepared for the downhill portion, and that is where a lot of pain crept in. For a marathon, I need to work more on strength. The tough part is we don't belong to a gym right now, so it isn't easy to go that kind of training. The good news is hills are not a part of the next two races.

Right now I am sick - bad throat, congestion, etc. I am going to heal, and then start running next week, continuing my training plan. Monumental is a few weeks away.

Charlie

Recovering

Yesterday was a rough day. Walking for me after a physically demanding race is like watching Frankenstein learning how to walk - it is not pretty. I spent most of the day on the couch. Mark and I did go to the grocery. Thank God for shopping carts. I at least had a walker of sorts.

At this point the pain is mostly in my ankles and feet. The hips, quads and hamstrings are better. I no longer feel like I will cramp. This is the price I pay sometimes.

Arthritis is a hard thing at times. It means I recover slower than most people. I will say I am much better at recovery than when I first started running. Back then it took me a good 3-4 days before I could walk somewhat. Now I can walk, there is a limp, and I am slow. I'll take that.

In a few days I will go for a short run just to begin to get back into it. The Monumental Half Marathon is the first weekend of November. Got to get ready.

Charlie

To the Victor!

To the victor go the spoils. I dig that cowbell medal!

Mo' Cowbell Half Marathon

The clanging of cowbells was very evident yesterday for the Second Annual Mo' Cowbell Half Marathon in St. Charles, MO. St. Charles is an historic town just outside St. Louis, along the Missouri River. It was the first state capital of Missouri. Daniel Boone lived there and Lewis and Clark used it as a base at the start of their exploring the Louisiana Purchase. The town has charming buildings and brick streets. Lots of history.

The morning was a cold one. Temperatures at the start were in the upper 30s. The cold didn't do anything to chill the enthusiasm of the 2000+ runners who came out with bells on - cowbells to be exact. Who came up with the cowbell theme, I don't know. As someone who collect cows and finds them funny, this race really appealed to me.

At the start I rang my bell a few seconds, then handed it to Mark, so I could get ready for the race. Our dog Friday wanted to come with me, because she tried to scoot under an iron gate to get to me. Poor thing scratched her nose.

The race began with lots of cowbell clanging. In my mind I thought about the plan I had in place, and how I hoped it would get me through the 13.1 miles. Off we went. The first part of the course is along the Missouri River, but soon we veered more towards town, and then headed away from town. The first mile was in 13:04 - where I wanted to be. The next couple miles were in a mixture of farm and just countryside. It was pretty. By now the sun was up, and the chill wasn't as chilly. I was feeling good, bopping along to my music. Mile 2 was in 13:13 and Mile 3 was in 13:42.

Mile 4 was going to be a mark where I could judge how the race was going. I figured if I could run 4.3 miles in the first hour I would be on target and happy. I ran 4.4 miles. I was good. My training plan was working.

Soon we headed into the most interesting part of the race. They had us run through a farm. This was on gravel, and I don't do well on gravel, still I was fine. I saw the farm, the pumpkin patch(I had never seen one full of pumpkins), no cows though - odd.

From there we got back on a main road, and were heading to New Town. New Town is one of the most fascinating housing developments I have ever seen. There is nothing but farms surrounding it. Once you enter it looks like a development soon in the building stage, but not for long. At about the 5.5 mile mark, you enter the main area. There are homes ranging from Cape Cod style to Row House Mansions. There are lakes and parks. There was a town hall, and various kiosks of business. I saw a cool modern church, and again amazing looking homes. Oddly enough there was almost no one outside, but plenty of cars were parked, so people were home. In my mind I thought of the Stepford Wives community, but chances that is not what is going on. Still I thought everything looked pretty and later showed Mark the area.

At the two hour point I had run 8.2 miles. I was still on track plan wise, and I was pretty proud of myself. I will say though I was feeling a bit of pain in my hips at this point, and I was feeling tired. Looking back, I think this was the wall of the half marathon for me. I called Mark when I got to mile 9, and let him know I was a bit tired, and the hills were ahead of me. He gave me encouraging words, and I kept going.

This is the point where the hills killed my training plan. I got through mile 9 fine. Miles 10 and 11 are the killers. There is an elevation incline of 128 ft. I was walking, but I was determined to keep a good pace. At my slowest on these hills I was doing a 17:30 pace. Working the pace though took a toll on my body.

I was in a lot of pain at this point. My feet were killing me. My hamstrings and quads were yelling at me. My hips were in pain. The pain got worse, because what goes up.......

Once I hit Mile 11, it was downhill, and I mean DOWNHILL. According to my Garmin, Mile 11 had a 128 ft incline, Mile 12 was a 121 ft decline. This was very painful for me.

The last two miles I wasn't running, just shuffling along. While I was hurting, I felt good that I finished this race, and did it under the 16 minute pace the race set for the course to stay open. I finished in 3:28:22, with a 15:55 min/mile pace. I wanted to be faster, but with the training plan I have, I know I can do better on a flatter course.

Following the race, I met up with Mark and Friday. I have a physical therapist try to stretch me out a bit(harder than it sounds). I also have a cowbell shaped medal to show for my day.

The race was well organized, and would recommend it to anyone. Great day, great race.

Moo!

Charlie

Night Before

Race time is 7:30am CT Sunday morning. I am battling a bit of a cold that I have been fighting all week. Not sure how I will feel, but I am ready for the race. Got my bib, got my cowbell. Bring it on.

Charlie

Three Days to Go

Three days until the Mo'Cowbell Half Marathon! This has been a while in coming. Looking forward to getting the taste of the Rock n' Roll Chicago out of my system. Sunday morning I will be at the start line with 3,000 runners. Surrounding me will be the sound of cowbells.

Spectators will have cowbells clanging in support of the runners on the 13.1 mile course. Here is what the start of last year's race was like....

Looks like it will be a clanging good time. A week or so ago I detailed the plan for the race. I think I have a good plan ready. The weather is supposed to be sunny and in the upper 30s at the start, getting into the 50s once the race really gets going.

I will be on my own on the course. It isn't convenient for Mark and Friday to follow me, so they will be wandering around the the start/finish area and St. Charles while I am out there.

Mostly I want to finish this race, finish strong and have fun. Wish me luck.

Charlie

Fall on the Monon

This morning I headed out for a 3.5 mile run on the Monon Trail. It was a driving mist, with the temperatures in the 60s. The trail was wet carpeted with fallen leaves. The reds and yellows were bright and looking like a mosaic on the trail. I love running in Fall.

The run itself was a nice one. Not too hard. I don't want to run too hard or fast during race week. I have been battling a cold I think, so I was taking care not to get too overworked on this run. I want to be good to go on Sunday, but I felt it was important to get out for a run.

It was quiet on the trail. Very few folks were out. Those who greated me looked like they too were enjoying Fall on the Monon. One man was walking a Chocolate Lab puppy. The puppy wanted to greet me and looked liked he wanted to run with me. I saw the man and puppy on the way out, and on the way back. Both times I thought Friday would have a playmate if this one came home with me.

The quiet was what I enjoyed the most. I was able to hear my footsteps. I listened to my breathing, making sure I was overexerting myself. Again though, the quiet was very calming.

I look forward to more Fall runs, but in the meantime, we are getting closer to race day.

Charlie

Race Week

You got to love race week. This is the week you have been waiting for. The day is almost here, and the anticipation is up. I'm feeling good about the race. The only thing I worry about is I am feeling tired. I don't know if I am coming down with something. God I hope not.

Still race week is a good week. Whether you are running a 5K, half or full marathon, it's exciting to know your race is coming up. You have trained hard, and now are ready for the day. I am ready  for the day. I know how I want to run the race, and I have a solid plan.

Tomorrow will be a 5-7 mile run, and I may run a smaller run later in the week. Bring on race day!

Charlie

Negative Head Run

One of the worst experiences I have in running is when I have a negative head run. This is the run where you have a lot of negative stuff in your head, and as you run, you go over it again and again. It usually happens for me when I have a lot of difficult things going on, which at present I do. I can't go into what is going on, instead I just want to talk about what the run is like.

Yesterday my goal was a 2 hour run. It was a dreary day, with threat of rain - my running arch nemesis. Off  I ran on the Monon. I think the dreary day didn't make my head feel any better. I ran, but I thought about the stuff I am coping with.

When this happens, it's very hard to think about your run. Whereas I had a terrific run earlier in the week, this one was not as terrific. Don't get me wrong, my time was fine, and I was pleased with it. I just didn't enjoy the run. I was too busy thinking about what I need to do to turn things around in my life.

Ironically this is what I like about running - planning things out in your head. It just wrecks your running concentration when it's a pile of negative. Yuck! In short, you aren't mentally in the run. The good news is it wasn't race day.

I wish I had answers for how to overcome a negative run. Correction, how to overcome it while it is happening. My decision was to only run for an hour. I thought if I had to be out there for two hours with my head, I would have become a basket case. The smart move was to cut it short.

The thing to do now, is work on the issues, and hope the next run is a bit calmer.

Charlie

Dyad 7 Review: An Amazing Run

At the end of last week I finally got a pair of Brooks Dyad 7s. This is a slightly retooled shoe, which I had been advised might not work for me. As you know I tried a New Balance shoe with less than wonderful results - the shoes broke down after 7 runs. So this morning I laced up the new Dyads and headed to the Monon for their first spin.

Weather was PERFECT! The temperature was in the mid-40s and sunny. Ahhhhh Fall. Off I went. Trying a new shoe is like going out on a date. It can be awkward at first, but if it clicks you know. If it doesn't, then you have to decide how to proceed. Off I went.

The shoe feels like it always has. I was told it was fitting narrower. If it is, I didn't feel that. Brooks has added the DNA cushion system to this shoe. DNA is some substance they weave through the foam and rubber for extra cushioning. Everyone feels it differently. Where ever you land first is typically where you will feel it soft. To be honest, I didn't notice any difference in the cushion of the shoe as I ran. The fit and cushion were fine.

Brooks is changing the platform of their shoes to give it a caterpiller look. What this means is there is constant contact on the ground, no gaps where you might see the arch of the shoe. More contact means a better flow and transition. This comes from the barefoot/minimal movement. I noticed it made the shoe more flexible for me.

So the shoe was fine, but how was the run? The run was simply awesome! I RAN today. You might have seen dust behind me as I was leaving anyone behind me in it. A combination of the cool temps, the new shoes, and feeling great, contributed to a 4 mile run in 52:41. It's been over two years since I ran that fast. I would have to check the logs, but since I have been averaging 56-58 minute 4 mile runs, this was stunning to me.

I didn't get tired. I didn't need many walk breaks. I felt terrific. I say we chalk it up to the new Dyads! :-)

Charlie

Two Weeks Until Mo'Cowbell

Two weeks from this moment I will be running through St. Charles, MO in the 2nd Annual Mo'Cowbell Half Marathon. You might be wondering how I am doing at this point. So far so good.

What is different about this training, is how I went about upping my base miles. Earlier in the year I was running an typical run of 3-4 miles. Since the Holy 10K my goal was to make my normal run 5-6 miles, and add a longer run of 7-8 miles.

I think this has made a difference for me. For starters, it has allowed me to focus on the first half of the race, and get a pace and groove down. I always think the first half of a half marathon is crucial. Tactically, you want to figure how much energy to save, what kind of pace you want, because that helps you through the finish.

At this point I know that on a flat course I can run 6 miles in 1:20 - 1:25. For my fitness level, that is pretty good. I also know I can run 8 miles in under 2 hours. This is ideal for finishing a half in sub 3:30.

The course for the Mo'Cowbell is flat for the first 10 miles. I am pretty confident that I can do the 10 miles in 2:25. The next 3 miles are the challenge. Miles 10 and 11 are uphill - and I mean UPHILL! Obviously there will be some walking. This though is where my running the 5 mile rolly course I found comes in handy. At this point I know how much I can run/walk on a hill, and how much I can walk.

Once I get past mile 11, it flattens a bit, and then the downhill begins. A downhill is always deceptive, because it means you can go faster, but you want to be cautious running downhill. It can wreak havoc on your legs. I do go faster on a decline, but I make it a point not to go crazy.

The goal is to finish strong. If I can finish in 3:15 I will be pleased with this run. To be honest, I will be thrilled to finish after the debacle that was Chicago.

There's the plan. Now I enjoy two weeks of running until the race.

Charlie

Fall Fun - Random Thoughts

Yesterday was a wonderful Fall fun...yes FALL! Remember when I wanted Fall to come. It's here, and I was running. Some random things from the run.....

- I felt great out there. I was moving well. I was breathing well. I ran the 4 miles in 56 minutes and change. I nailed the run.

- The was a police officer walking the trail. I made a point of thanking him. Indianapolis police are stretched thin due to the stupidity of our current mayor(doesn't want to pay them more). So I made sure the officer knew I appreciate his helping to keep the Monon safe.

- I came up with a challenge for the rest of my life. It's interesting, fun....and I will talk about it soon.

- I was happy knowing this was my last run in the old shoes, because later in the day I got.....

Yes my new Dyads came. I got TWO pair. I'm good for a while They look sharp. No more orthopedic looking Dyad. Look fast right? I could set course records with those shoes.

- Feeling excited about the Mo'Cowbell. About two weeks away. Have one more longer run planned. I like how this training has gone, and am thinking how to convert it to a marathon training.

Today is National Run at Work Day. Of course....I think it should just be a National Run Day....and anyone can have a great run.

Welcome Fall!

Charlie

Contemplating Life and Death

This is a different post from what I usually I write about. The inspiration for this post came from the latest Phedippidations podcast. Steve Runner read from the late Dr. George Sheehen's book "Going the Distance: One Man's Journey to the End of His Life." Sheehen was a doctor, runner and philosopher. In the last chapter of the book, Sheehen examines what death means to him, his perception of Christ, and what life is. It was what I listened to during my 5 mile run today.

This last year I have struggled through what I call a mid-life crisis. I have thought about my life, and what death means to me. So where in the heck does running fit in all of this?

Running, when I took it up, was a method to prolong my life. At the time I was pre-diabetic, clinically obese, and most likely on a fast track to dying. As my running life has gone on, running has taken on a new role. It allows me to think, relax, meditate, grow physically, emotionally and spiritually.

What about my running as I get older? I want my running to be a legacy I leave behind. I want people to learn from what I have done. I want people to know that running helps you gain confidence in life. Running makes you a hero(on this Sheehen and I agree).

By hero, I am talking about going from an ordinary life and turning it into something special. When I lace up my shoes, I head out to tackle what the road has for me. There will be twists and turns. There will be nature's elements I have to overcome. I just need a cape and I am flying life Superman.

I want my legacy to teach people that running is a positive benefit. Whether you are a child or a senior, or someone in between, running makes you feel good. I mentioned confidence in life. Let me tell you, after an 8 hour marathon, I feel I can handle pretty much anything life can throw at me.

In my 40s I was reborn as a runner. I turned into an athlete, and I will die an athlete. I will die knowing I had a fun successful running career. When I die, I make no secret, I want to take my medals with me. Yes, I'll be haunting people with the medals around me like Jacob Marley did to Ebeneezer Scrooge with his chains around him.

I can go deeper into my non running thoughts and life and death, but let's save that for another time.

Charlie

I Got More Cowbell

Yesterday a regular customer of mine asked how things were going training for the Mo'Cowbell. I told her how I felt pretty good, but joked that I needed a cowbell so I could train in race conditions. The noise from the bell would give me an idea of what to expect on race day.

Today she came back to the store, and gave me a cowbell. She went home after our chat and dug out a cowbell. I told her I would attach it somehow and go for a run. Maybe not the long run this week. Though, the idea of running with a cowbell is funny, and probably a nuisance at the same time. At least everyone would hear me coming.

Charlie

The Races We Remember: The Moments

A friend of mine was talking to me about a triathlon he did last week. His overall performance was so-so in his mind. He finished 6th in his age group. He was coming off a calf injury. In the end though, he told me this was a half ironman he would remember, because of how much fun he had during it. He enjoyed talking to fellow triathletes, and the whole atmosphere.

The races we tend to remember are not always the one we got a PR, or did our worst. They are the ones that surprise you. There are moments in a race which stand out, and make them memorable.

Here are the moments which stand out for me during my running career:

- Finishing the Indianapolis Monumental Marathon, next to last, but three wonderful kids(friends of mine) running with me at the end.

- Running through the tunnel at Notre Dame Stadium, and coming out onto the field.

- The moments I have called my sister Anne during a marathon for encouragement.

- Seeing Mark smiling at me at countless race finish lines.

- Running with Mark at the Indy Mini Marathon.

- Thanksgiving Day Races.

- Running in the 2006 Gay Games.

- Running with Kris at the Geist Half Marathon.

- Happy to see Marshall half way through my first marathon.

- The woman in the dreaded Chicago Marathon who tapped me on the shoulder and recognized me as the guy who sold her a jacket at the running store.

There are many more, but those are the ones which come to mind. The point is not one of those moments involved a finish time. Of course I remember those too.

Charlie

The Body Talks to You

I have covered this many times before, but I think it's an important lesson to revisit from time to time. Your body talks to you, and you need to listen to it, or you can do some damage running. My run today reminded me of this on a personal level. Following my 8 mile run the other day I was feeling tight in the legs, but I thought I could run for about an hour today.

I started off fine, just trotting down the road, minding my own business. The road I was on today is the border of Carmel and Westfield. It's a bit rolly. I am choosing rolly paths to help with the hills I will encounter in the next half.

My legs were telling me they were really tight as I was on the incline of the rolls. It started in the hamstrings, but I also felt it in the calves. Still I went on. As I did, I noticed more aches, not pain mind you. Just aches. This was the body saying, "Hey Charlie, keep this up, and I will really make you hurt." Runners are a determined bunch(a.k.a. stubborn), we push on. Not today. I didn't push on.

After 2.5 miles I began a walk. I decided to finish with a walk as opposed to a run. This was not power walk. I just took it easy back to the start point. I'm glad I did.

Running in general cause muscle tears, strains, and many other issues. A long run can only make those more likely. After a long run like I did the other day, today's shorter run was actually the way to go. My brain wanted to do one thing, the rest of the body said no.

I encourage you to really listen to your body when you feel an ache. You don't want an ache to get worse, and neither does your body, or it wouldn't give you the heads up.

Charlie

Let Lance Run

Lance Armstrong is an icon. He won 7 Tour de France races. Of course the cloud of drugs was always around him. Still he defiantly stated time and time again that he did not use drugs. For the record, I have always believed he used, as did most of the riders of his time(through today). We now know Armstrong has been banned from international competition.

Armstrong has won the non-biking world over with his battle against Cancer, and his Livestrong Foundation, which helps millions affected by the disease. Since his retirement, Armstrong has remained active in various races, from triathlons to marathons to bike rides. He uses these events to raise awareness and money for his foundation.

I get it though, he is banned by the USDA. Shouldn't that apply though to the sports he actually could win? Yes, ban him from cycling, but why not let him run a marathon? He isn't going to win. He just wants to do his best like so many other runners out there. He is not threat to the Kenyans.

The Chicago Marathon announced last week that Armstrong would not be allowed to run this year's race, due to the ban. I understand why. Chicago is part of the World Marathon Majors, and they don't want to piss off the USDA or USTAF. Cowards. His running the race is an attraction. The common runner guns for him. It's fun. I have met a lot of people who have been in the same race as Armstrong, and they have told be how they "beat"him. Who wouldn't want a chance to beat the great Lance Armstrong?

Chicago, you blew this one. You played politics, and you played it safe. Bad call. I say let Lance run.

Charlie

The Long Run

With under a month until the Mo'Cowbell, today's long run was an important one. The goal was to run for around two hours. I thought if I could do 8 miles within that time, I would be doing well. I headed off on the Monon through Carmel.

I did the first half in 1:00:36. I felt good on this portion of the run. I wanted to try not to go out too fast, and I didn't. The challenge was going to run a negative split. For those who don't know, a negative split is when your second half is faster than your first half.

At the midway point, I was determined to crank it up a bit. Typically in a long run I'm slower the second half. Still I started the return trip and I pushed. At mile 6 I could tell I was a bit slower, but I was still pushing ahead. I felt good physically, and I wanted to be sure I left everything on the trail. I didn't want to feel like I could do more at the end.

I'm pleased to say that the second half was a negative split and I finished the 8 miles in 1:58:15. I was done physically at the end. I left it all on the trail. I was exhausted on the trip home. I'm really pleased with today's run, and it gives me a lot of confidence as I get closer to race day.

Charlie

Another Shoe Rant

Yup, you get to read another shoe rant of mine. This time....there is no shoe ranking.  Sorry there is no USA Today Coaches Poll of the top 25 running shoes. No one voted the Asics Kayano #1 this week. Yet, there seems to be a growing number of people I encounter who ask what is the top shoe.

This week I had to explain this a few times. Seems there are people who don't like it when I tell them this is no best shoe. Saying a shoe is the best, is like once and for all saying what the best flavor of ice cream is. You can't.

One woman was determined that her daughter would have the best shoe. I nicely explained by fitting properly, we can figure the best shoe for her daughter. Nope, not good enough. She wanted to know what was the best. Sigh.....

I totally get we want the best of whatever, but that best is not everyone's best. Look, if a panel of coaches and writers can't really give a good accounting of which college is the best football team, why would you think a panel would agree on the best shoe?

There is also no best brand. I know, I know, you're co-worker, sister, uncle, or next door neighbor have told you that Nike/Asics/Brooks/Whatever is the best. They say that because of their experience. For many people who try on what so and so said was the best, they don't get what that person sees or feels.

Everyone is different. We all experience shoes differently, because we all have different feet. So understand....there is no best shoe.....except the Brooks Dyad. :-)

Charlie

Belittling Marathoners

Over the course of a few weeks I have written about cheating in a marathon and a slight jab at Paul Ryan's claim to be a sub 3 hour marathoner. Since Mr. Ryan spoke about his blazing fast run in a race 22 years ago, the internet world has been a buzz about this. Who knew that Runner's World magazine would become part of the 2012 presidential campaign?

Since the world found out that Paul Ryan is not a fast marathoner, this is what the Republican Vice-Presidential candidate has said, "I hurt my back when I was in my mid-20s, so I had to stop running. And so obviously, my perception of races and times was off,” Ryan said. “I thought that was an ordinary time until my brother showed me a 3-hour marathon is, you know, very -- crazy fast. I ran a 4-hour marathon."

On this he is correct, running a 2-3 hour marathon is crazy fast. People train very hard for this. People train very hard for a 4 hour marathon. I train hard to accomplish whatever time I run in a marathon. 

As a runner, I feel what Mr. Ryan said and did with his lie belittles what runners do. Now I know he didn't mean to do it. He just gave an answer to a question. Why not just tell the truth though? Why exaggerate? The problem with politics is the minute you say something, there's some geek out there who has to Google something just to be sure what you said was correct.

I don't believe Runner's World had a political ax to grind. I think whoever heard the interview thought, "Wow! I wonder which marathon that was?" Runners do this. They hear about someone's run, and they check it out. When my friends run I check their times. How confused the person must have been when they couldn't find any stats initially. I did this, and could not find a running record for Mr. Ryan. They dug deeper than I, and found the 4:01 marathon time.

Training for and running a 26.2 mile race is difficult. For some of us, personal lives are put on hold as we train. So for someone to make up something, and then call it an ordinary time is a bit insulting. For the record, less than 2% of marathoners finish in under 3 hours.

In the long run, it doesn't matter what Paul Ryan said from a political standpoint. I'm not going to talk about that. From a running standpoint though, it hurts a bit that he lied, and then added insult to injury. You may disagree, and that is fine.

Charlie

You Are a Runner

This is a conversation I have often with people, and I find it odd initially. I am told at least once a week by a person I am helping that they aren't really a runner, because they don't really run well, or they run and walk, or they just do a couple miles at a time. Horse Hockey!

Let me explain running in some simple terms - left foot, right foot, repeat, or right foot, left foot, repeat. Either way, it involves one foot in front of the other. It doesn't matter if you run like a Kenyan, or like a penguin with their pants pulled down(Rod Blagojevich). Who cares if you run 1 mile, or 10? Run/walk runs are as much a run as running full on.

I get that coming into a running store can be intimidating, so I will break it down to make it simple and non-threatening. Running is a hobby for all, but those who compete in the Olympics. Ergo, the running store is your hobby store. We help you with your hobby. We don't judge. I've never judged...except for Rod Blagojevich.

You are a runner, whether you run for your health, or for medals. If you want to call it jogging, that's fine, but it's still running. It isn't complicated. It's one foot, then another, with repetition(like the re-phrasing?).

If you are a regular reader, and you aren't a family member, chances are you are a runner. Be proud, and keep on running.

Charlie

Sub 3 Hour

I remember the day I ran my first sub 3 hour. It was a warm Indiana day. It was the Sunburst in South Bend. This is a race which runs from the College Football Hall of Fame to the 50 yard line inside Notre Dame Stadium. Those who know me, know of my love for Notre Dame.

The race started right after the sun came up. My sister Anne was there to cheer me on. Off we went through the streets of South Bend. I ran past buildings I remembered from my youth like the South Bend Tribune, the old Wyman's and Robertson's stores. We ran along the river, and I remember the course going uphill pretty steeply around mile 4.

Just past the halfway point, and I mean JUST past, there was Anne cheering me on. She wanted to be sure she cheered me on for the last half. She was afraid that if she saw me sooner, I might just quit.

As the course drew closer to the stadium, I thought about my later mother, and how she always encouraged me in life. I got emotional. Tears began to form as I saw the stadium. I got chills, and I still do when I think about heading into the famous tunnel, hearing the Notre Dame Victory March playing.

When I came on to the field, my name was announced. This was where my heroes of the gridiron came running out to battle USC, Michigan, and any other foe who ventured to South Bend. I crossed the finish line in 2:59:05. My goal was to finish in under 3 hours, and I did. My first half marathon was in the books.

I know that time. I have always known that time. While I may not always remember the seconds, I remember to hour and the minutes I ran. Runners do that. We do that, because we know those are the standards that we want to hit again and again, or beat again and again.

I know my PRs. I know what I have done, and I know what I want to do.

In mentioning this, I am not talking about politics, though that would be an easy thing to do. I am talking about know what you have done, and what you are capable of doing. The clock is designed to be your opponent in a race. It is also what keeps you honest. I love the fact time keeps us honest. It doesn't serve any runner well to cheat with time.

Charlie

Waiting to See a Friend

Training for a marathon can be lonely at times. I think every now and then we like to have a bit of encouragement out on the road. My Saturdays offering water to my store's marathon training program gives me the opportunity to be that encouragement. I get to be that friend.

This was brought home to me today as I stood under threat of rain for the runners to come by, so I could give water and some encouragement. An older man in the group(62), told me that he appreciates me there each week. He said, "You are there when I need that lift." That's what a friend does.

So maybe I should change my job title to professional running friend?

Charlie

When It's Good

There are some runs you just feel are working on all cylinders. Yesterday's long run was one of those. The goal was to run for about 1 1/2 hours. I knew that would have me at around 6 miles. I headed to the Monon Trail, and got going.

I knew I felt great at the start. I took off slow and easy. This, of course is the advice I give people all the time. The long run should not be about speed. It's about getting the miles in, working on your endurance and form. About 1/4 into my run, a cat ran out onto the trail, looked back at me, as if to say, "Come on, let's go." I did. My first mile was a 14:59 pace.

In a long run, you start slower, and then begin to pick up speed. I picked it up the next 2 miles. 13:33 and 13:54 min/miles was picking it up. I felt really good at this point. I worked on my breathing, my pacing, and I felt it was coming together.

When things come together, it's easy for your mind to think about the race you are training for. I imagined myself at the half marathon feeling good and running well. I want to have that same feeling on race day.

Yesterday I ran with the iPod, no music though. I listened to Phedippidations, the episode where Steve Runner tells us all about the Walkers of Prince Edward Island. What a great episode, where he takes us on a journey into the past and how his family started in the new world. Excellent show. If you haven't listened to the podcast, head over to www.steverunner.com and listen.

My goal at the end of the run was to finish strong, and I did. You don't want to feel spent as you are heading into the last mile. You can feel spent when you are done, but not going into the last mile.

When the run is good, you feel on top of the world. You feel like you have accomplished something good. That was yesterday's run - a good one.

Charlie

A Better Run

Not that Sunday's run was bad. I just didn't like what the shoe was doing to my right foot. Today was a different run on many counts. I was on a flatter route on the Monon. The shoes were an older pair of Brooks I had. The result was a run I felt better about.

Of course I was faster, the flatness of the route made sure of that. I now understand on a more challenging route, I can expect to run like I do on a flat route. I know that seems like a DUH moment, but it's a mental thing I have to overcome.

The shoes were another story. These Brooks are probably 4-5 months old. Now, for most people that is still the prime of a shoe, not for me. I am good to get three months out of them. These felt ok. I could tell there was less cushion, but my right foot didn't feel like it was being pulled to the outside.

As for the run, I focused on a speedier run. I only had one mile at a 15 minute pace. The other four were under 14:30 or thereabouts. I felt tired at the end of the run, but to be honest, I bet I could have gone another couple miles.

Thursday I am thinking of a 2 hour run as I get ready for the half in October. I want to know I can do this one strongly.

Feel pretty pleased with the day.

Charlie

When a Shoe Goes Bad

I have been running of late in the New Balance 840. So far I have run 6 times in the shoes. I was advised that the changes to my Brooks Dyad should maybe lead me to another shoe. While I wait my pair of Dyad 7's, I have been trying the New Balance equivalent.

The Dyad works for me, because it is wide all the way through, and had a sturdy heel. It usually take me a couple months before the heel breaks down. Just a reminder, I supinate, so I roll incredibly to the outside of my feet when I run and walk. A soft heel is no good for me.

This brings be to the 840. The heel on the right side has practically collapsed and is very worn. The left side is holding up ok, but I can tell it is a matter of time before it collapses as well. Remember, this is after 6 runs - about 40 miles on those shoes.

As I run I feel my right foot being pulled further to the outside. In time this will cause all kinds of issues. I feel it especially as I go up hills. My biggest concern is I will get an IT Band issue.

So now what?

Well the Dyad 6 is almost impossible to find, so I am waiting for a Dyad 7 to come. Hopefully I won't be running in the 840 much.

In the meantime I have found a challenging 5 mile route which is very rolly. This will help get me ready for the Mo'Cowbell.

For now....I wait for me shoe.

Charlie

Not a Doctor

At least once a week I have to explain to a customer, "I'm not a doctor, nor do I play one on TV." The role of a shoe guy is complicated. You not only have to know about shoes, but you have to know a bit about medical issues. This is the point where I flashback to my junior year in high school, where I tell my younger self, "You actually WILL use this science stuff later in life."

On a daily basis people tell me about their medical issues, as it pertains to their feet, legs, hips, and various other portions of the body. I use this information so I can make informed decisions on which running shoes to recommend. The problem is when a runner says something like, "My foot hurts between the big and second toe, what do you think the problem is?" I remind these people I'm not a doctor, and their ailment could be any number of things, perhaps they should check with their doctor. Most won't. They are looking for a Google like diagnosis from a lay person.

We shoe people also walk a fine line with what we see, and why a doctor may have sent someone to see us. The classic example is, "My doctor tells me I have flat feet, and I need to get a Brooks Beast." Before I tell you my response to that, let me detail what I do. I ask people about their running. I ask about their injuries or issues going on. I ask if they are training for anything. I look at the shape of their foot, including the arch. I go over the size of their feet. I also do a gait analysis which shows me how their biomechanics are working. That's a lot of stuff. A flat foot does not require a certain shoes. There is no ONE shoe for someone. ***The following is my personal opinion*** a doctor who tells you something like that is being lazy, or "paid" by a shoe company to give a shoe recommendation.

There are times a podiatrist sends someone to me, telling them to get a motion control shoe(which is for people who severely roll to the inside of their feet as they walk or run), and after my analysis, I see they roll to the outside. I don't get into disagreements with doctors. I tell the person I am not sure what the doctor is seeing, but this is what I see, and we take it from there. I don't want a customer to go to their doctor and say,"Shoe guy tells me you're wrong." No no no......I let the person know I'm not a doctor, but here is what I observe, and I let THEM decide what to do.

I also can't diagnose an ailment. I know what Plantar Faciitis is, and why we get it. If someone asks me if they have it, I tell them it's possible, but to be sure go to a medical professional. I also know what Achillies issues are like, but I won't tell someone they have ruptured it just based on a discussion about shoes.

The person at the running store isn't a doctor. They know a lot, but they aren't a doctor, nor should they be confused for a doctor. If they are acting like a doctor, suggest they enroll in medical school, and stop playing one on TV.

Charlie

In-Store vs Online

This morning, I read an article at Runner's World's website about shopping online versus going to your local running store.

http://news.runnersworld.com/2012/08/21/in-store-or-online-what-decides-where-you-shop/

According to the survey cited 43.7% of shoppers admit to going to the store to look things over, and then turn around and shop online. Yes, this is something I deal with on a weekly basis.  Someone will come into the store to let me know they plan on buying online. Usually they tell me after I have gone through a fitting process with them.

Is it frustrating? Yes. Do I get mad? Maybe for a minute. I'm getting better at letting it go.

I have a vested interest in what I am about to say, but it is also common sense.

When you go to a local specialty running store, you aren't just buying shoes, socks or apparel. You are getting advice, information, encouragement and community. That's a lot packed in to your $110 shoe purchase.

The sales person will be able to talk to you about changes in your shoes - online won't. They will be able to determine if a shoe has the proper support or stability for you. Online fails there. They will encourage you, and in some cases offer training for your next race. Online sells you shoes. All of a sudden that $110 is an investment, and not just a pair of shoes.

A local running store really can't price match Zappos, Road Runner, Dick's or whoever is offering a shoe at 20% off. If they did that all the time, they wouldn't be in business long. Local stores don't do the volume the large big box or online stores do, so how could they match prices like that.

Another thing to consider....shopping locally. That local running store is owned locally, and employs people in your community. They are your running resource. Online is heaven knows where, with people who, quite honestly, don't care about your running. You are supporting your local economy when you shop at your local store....and I don't mean the Dick's Sporting Goods at the mall.

I am not saying you shouldn't be concerned about price, especially if you are going through two pairs of shoes a year. I am saying, you need to think of the shoes as an investment in your health. I have beaten back Diabetes thanks to running. The costs saved there will keep me running for years to come.

Again, yes, I have a vested interest, but this is also good sense. Knowledge and service are included in the price of the shoes at your local store. You can't get that online.

Charlie

The Chance to Run With Pennsy

In May I introduced all of you to Bob, or Pennsy, as I know him. We met online via The Motley Fool. Most often we encountered each other on the Christian Fools Board. Ideally the board is a place where Christians come together to talk about their faith, issues surrounding their faith, etc.. As you might imagine, it can be a pretty contentious board. Through the noise of disagreement, I became virtual friends with Pennsy(his nickname - shortened on The Motley Fool). For the record, I am known as Javarunner.

As Bob took to running, I followed his progress, especially as he came back from battling Cancer. We have shared our running adventures. He reads this blog, and I read his.

www.pennsyrunning.blogspot.com

For a long time we have talked about doing a race together. Well now we have one. I have registered for the Indianapolis Monumental Half Marathon. This will be half marathon #3 this year. It will also be a month after the Mo'Cowbell Half.

Looking forward to running with Pennsy. As he reads this he should know a few things about running with me.....

1) I don't talk much on a run.
2) I'm a heavy breather, so don't think I'm making obscene phone calls.
3) I'm slow.
4) I want to finish the race.
5) I want to have fun.

As long as he understands these, then we are good to go.

Monumental looks like it will be a great occasion now!

Charlie

The Differences Don't Matter

Running is a sport where differences don't matter. It doesn't matter if you are a Democrat or a Republican. It doesn't matter if you are gay, straight, bi or transgendered. It doesn't matter if you are Muslim, Jewish, Christian or any other faith. All that matters is that you put on a pair of shoes and go for a run.

When I get to the start line of a race, I don't care if the person next to me supports Mitt Romney. I don't care is the person passing me prays to Allah. When I finish, I don't ask the person putting the medal around my neck if they support Chick-Fil-A. All I know is that the running community, for the most part is blind to differences.

Now, this is different than running snobs. Those are the folks who feel you aren't a runner unless you run the entire 26.2 miles, qualify for Boston, and can tell the heel to toe drop in a running shoe. I'm talking about the people who come to running. We are all kinds of people.

I have talked in the past about my letter exchange with former Arkansas Gov. Mike Huckabee. He and I came to running in an effort to lose weight. I will never vote for him for any elected office, but I am glad to talk running with the man. I still have the letter he sent me. It is a proud part of my running collection.

Sarah Palin runs. I wouldn't even vote for her for dog catcher, but if she asked me to go for a 5 mile run, I would do it. Of course I might wear a hat and dark glasses....hehehe. I would run with her.

I was never a competitive runner, but I imagine it is difficult for gay athletes to come out. I want to share this video of one runner who came out, and how his team accepted it. You will see, all they see is a runner, who is their teammate and friend.

What I love most about the running community is that our differences don't matter, more importantly they shouldn't matter.

Charlie

Fall Races

As the Fall Running Season approaches, and I wish it would just get here, there are now two races I am getting ready to run. October 7 is the Mo' Cowbell Half Marathon. This one I am really excited about! St. Charles, MO looks lovely from the pictures I've seen, and of course, everyone will have a cowbell. There is the risk that at the end of 13.1 miles I may never want to hear a cowbell again, but I am willing to take that chance.

Race number two is now a go. I will run the Indianapolis Monumental Half Marathon. I have run this race before and love it. It is one of my favorites. It gets bigger and better every year. It also gives me a chance to run with some of the folks I am coaching in the current training program.

Looks like I won't hit the mark of 4 half marathons this year, but if I only do three, I do three. There is always next year.

Today I ran a different route. I started in Broad Ripple on the Canal Towpath, and then veered into the neighborhoods along Meridian St. Every home looked like Stately Wayne Manor. Should would like to know what these folks to do have homes like that. WOW.

It was a slow run, but it felt good out there. Temps were approaching 70, can't remember the last time that happened.

All excited about the Fall running now. Time to get busy.

Charlie

Marathon Cheating

This morning I came across an article in the Chicago Tribune about people who cheat in marathons. The article raises the question, "Why cheat?" I know about marathon cheating, and it bugs the heck out of me.

For those who are unclear what I mean here are some examples. This is the person who tries to shave time off their marathon time but maybe cutting through a neighborhood, hop a bike to a designated place, or ride a bus.

Some people want faster times for marathons, so they can qualify for Boston. The most typical example of this is getting someone to run with your chip, who you know is faster. A female friend of mine paid a man to run with her timing chip so SHE could get into Boston. She ran Boston, and I remember how proud of herself for running the race. I kept my mouth shut, but I wondered how proud could she be if she truly didn't earn her way into the race? I will never qualify for Boston, but I would rather go the charity route to run it, then sacrifice my integrity. I haven't earned it if I didn't run it.

Other people give faster runners their chips, then meet up with them at some point on the course so they can finish. The problem is someone has taken a photo of someone in a bib, and all of a sudden its a different person in the photos. Some runners have had their Boston registrations taken back after being found out.

It's just a race. It's supposed to be fun. 99.99% of us are NOT earning a living running these things. It isn't life or death. It's a hobby. Why cheat at it?

You can tell I have zero tolerance for cheaters. For the friend who ran Boston, I couldn't even bring myself to congratulate them. If you are so obsessed that you have to plan elaborate ways to cheat, but why not take all that planning and develop a training plan to get the times you want?

Don't even get me started on the issue of bandits in races.....

Charlie

Junk Calories/Pokey Run/Shoes

Yesterday I ran 3 miles after work. A post-work run is usually tiring run, because I have been on my feet a good portion of the day, and I am already tired. What didn't help was the food I ate.

I ate crappy food yesterday. I had oatmeal for breakfast, but didn't have lunch. I nibble of snack items at work. So while I took in calories, I didn't take in nutrition. It's what I call junk calories. It makes for a lousy run.

As I said the run was kind of pokey. I wasn't going for speed. I just wanted a run in for the day. I did 3.05. During the run, I felt little energy. A smarter me would have have had a small lunch. So my tank was not operating on a good tank of gas.

I was also aware of my shoes. The right heel on my new shoes is already "smushing." We'll make that a real word in this case. Because I supinate, the heels are usually the first to go, especially the right heel. If you look at my shoes side to side, you see the right one is already rolling to the outside. What this means is I will have to replace these shoes sooner than the Brooks.

I felt I had to watch how I ran, so as not to make my foot roll any further to the outside. I don't know if it works, but I felt a difference in my running. The problem is I don't know if that is a good thing. If the shoe gets worn down too quickly, I risk an even bigger pull to the outside, and then I hear from Mr. IT Band. Nooooooo! So I am going to keep an eye on this.

For the week I have run 8.05 miles. Have a long run on Saturday.

Charlie

London Take Aways

The 2012 London Olympics are over. The athletes have competed. The medals have been won. The ceremonies were big and colorful. Even the Spice Girls reunited for these games. From a running standpoint they were fascinating games. I just want to take a few moments to share some thoughts on these Summer Olympics from the running standpoint.

Usain Bolt is the fastest man alive. That is an understatement to be sure, but there it is - fastest man alive. His double performance in the 100m and 200m was historic in that no one has ever repeated those victories in successive Olympics. He has an ego as large as the Grand Canyon, and why not? When you're the fastest man alive, shouldn't you have an ego? I would caution Mr. Bolt though. Those with the biggest egos usually have a big fall, and while you criticized Carl Lewis for mentioning d-r-u-g-s, spectacular performances in these days are always going to be suspect.

Ashton Eaton and Trey Hardee are the greatest athletes in the world, and hardly anyone knows them. When you win the Decathlon as Eaton did, you get the title "World's Greatest Athlete." Now I know the name of some of the previous winners, but why is it most Americans of a certain age think Bruce Jenner is the last one to win this title? I really wish there was more attention given to Decathlon. It is an incredible test of human endurance to do 10 track and field events in two day. Congrats to our Gold and Silver Medalists - you are awesome.

U.S. sprinting women were amazing.  Beijing was not a stellar games for the American women. Sonya Richards-Ross and Alison Felix provided us with thrilling victories. The women's relay teams gave Jamaica something to think about. We need to cultivate the middle distance women a bit better, but I see a lot of potential there.

Mo Farah and Galen Rupp, not only proved Alberto Salazar is a master coach, but they showed how competitors can be the best of friends. Their celebration after the 10000m race was one of true joy and happiness for each other. Good job gentlemen.

Meb Keflezighi is an inspiration. He was the lone American left in the marathon after the other two dropped out. The 2004 Silver Medalist deserves something from coming back for 17th place to finishing 4th in the men's marathon. That is grit.

Ryan Hall needs a coach, and a good understanding of who he is. If he wants to be the greatest marathoner who has never won a marathon - done. His usual style of running is lead from start to finish. That hasn't worked. He got rid of his coach, self coaches with allegedly advice from God. That isn't working. Hall has so much potential, and yet, he crumbles. I like Ryan Hall a lot, and want him to succeed, but he won't at this rate.

Oscar Pistorious was the star of Track and Field. I know it's all about the Bolt, but really when it comes down to it, the young man from South Africa reminded us that just being able to compete and run is the important thing. He takes home no medals, but he has won the hearts of millions around the world.

Shalane Flanagan and Kara Goucher gave good efforts in their marathon, but finished 10th and 11th respectively. Aim for Rio ladies. I think they both can win this, and eagerly look forward to more of their races.

So there are some of my take aways. Yes there are more stories from these games, but those were the ones which are still in my mind.

What did you all think of the Olympics?

Charlie

Serving the Community

On Saturdays I am out on the Monon Trail passing out water to runners, bikers, walkers, anyone coming by. I enjoy it a great deal. It gives me a chance to support the running community.

I get to talk to runners as they stop about their running, which is always cool. They ask me questions, they tell me how the run is going, Most of the time I am just saying "Good Morning" to runners.

Many runners say thank you, or give me a thumbs up. Some just pass me by, looking suspicious at what I am going out there. Few don't like me out there. Yes, I've dealt with people who think I shouldn't be out there - don't ask.

What is cool for me is when these same folks come into the store, see me, and want to talk about their running, or they let me know how the running went. There is an older woman I see every Saturday who stops for water. She's in her 60s and is working towards a marathon.

I have talked to her about hydration, nutrition, and how to boost energy on longer runs. One suggestion I had was taking a Peanut Butter Sandwich, and cut it up into bites, and eat it along the way in the latter stages of the run. Yesterday she showed me the baggy pinned to her with PB and J bites, she froze, and had time to thaw out when she needed it. She came into the store later in the day and told me that worked great, and she should use it in her race.

If you have the chance to pass water somewhere....do it. It is appreciated, and it bonds you with the running community.

Charlie

The Gay Olympics

The Olympics are arguably the biggest spectacle of sport. At least 1 billion people watched the Opening Ceremony. The athletes are simply amazing. These games are the gayest event on the planet. Now I'm not saying anything derogatory, just stating fact.

First of all the games are in London. Hello! London, one of the biggest gay centers in the world. This is the land of Elton John, George Michael, Boy George after all, and they aren't the only gays in the village.

Next the sports themselves. Really, what heterosexual came up with synchronized swimming? That was the brainchild of some gay man who watched a lot of MGM movies starring Esther Williams(Google her you young folks). Synchronized diving, is just double the hotness of divers and a chance to double your Speedo pleasure. Field Hockey? Come on at this point every lesbian has Googled the Dutch Field Hockey team. I won't even touch the gymnastics with ribbons and balls. Women's weightlifting? Go to a lesbian bar and cross those gals!

No where is evidence of gaydom more evident than in the "uniforms" of the athletes. Beach volleyball, is women in tiny bikinis. Clearly the heterosexual male lesbian fantasy at play here, gay none the less. Track and field outfits are so tight, I can see blemishes through the material. Then, there's rowing....

Is there any doubt?

I haven't even talked about the Opening and Closing Ceremonies....but you get it.

I have participated in the Gay Games, and I say these are even gayer. Maybe this is why I love the Olympics so much.

Kudos to the 23 gay and lesbian athletes who are participating openly. It's past time to kick out this closet door.

As the Olympics wind down....enjoy the gay moments as much as possible. Good news the 2016 Summer Olympics are in....Rio (gay).

Charlie

Generating Interest in Running

As I watch the track and field portion of the Olympics, I am struck at how the stadium is full with spectators. 80,000 people are jammed into the stadium to watch track and field. Also, I notice that the streets are packed with people lining the route for the marathons and the triathlons. I understand these are the Olympics, and there will be crowds because these are the Olympics. The Europeans and other nations though come out to support their track and field athletes. It's not unusual to see capacity houses watching these meets. It used to be the case in the United States, but no more.

There was a time running and field events captivated the country. There would meets, big meets around the country, and the press came, and the people came, and we marveled at our athletes and their accomplishments. Now we pay attention every four years. In our society, there is too much competition for our attention. Ironically we have been in a running boom for a while now. Who knows maybe the Olympics will bump things up a bit.

I work in a community where track and field and cross country are a big deal. A few hundred kids are on an area high school's cross country team. You read that right, a few hundred. They even have time trials to see who will be regularly competing at the meets. The kids love running.

Kids in this community start at an early age. We have what is called "pup running," where kids in later elementary school grades get into running programs, which feed into the middle schools, which feed into the high schools. I didn't experience this in Chicago, but in Carmel, IN, it is the thing to do.

Parents give full support to this, and encourage their kids. It's especially funny to meet the parents of some of these kids who never ran an inch in their lives, but are so thrilled their kids love running.

Granted Carmel, IN is a more affluent area, which can support these programs, but what about the rest of the country? Surely USTAF has programs to help communities develop future runners. Sadly though, schools are dropping a good many programs which don't "generate revenue." Cross country and track are part of that.

Running can be a priority again. Why should our athletes spend most of their year abroad to compete? Why can't events be more plentiful than the Drake Relays, the Penn Relays, the Prefontaine Classic, etc.. 

Football and basketball are the top sports in our country. Surely track and field could get some of those spectators. Lord knows they've been watching the Olympics.

Charlie

Overcoming the Obstacles

 One reason I love the Olympics is not just about those who perform at the top of their sport, but those who overcome obstacles just for the right to be at the Olympics. This is about two people; one you most likely have heard about, the other may be new to you.

Oscar Pistorius is known all over the world for his attempts to compete at the top level of his sport. The South African runner was born with Fibular Hemimelia, a congential absence of the Fibula in both his legs. At 11 months he had both legs amputated below the knee.

Oscar's family never treated him like anyone different. He ran and played like any other kid. In fact he played rugby, water polo, wrestling and tennis. It was during rehabilitation from a rugby injury that he discovered running. He didn't look back.

Pistorius runs with Cheetah Flex-Foot carbon fibre trantibial artificial limbs. They look like blades, hence his nickname, the Blade Runner. He has been one of the top runners in the Paralympics, but wanted the opportunity to race with able-bodied athletes in the 400m.

The IAAF denied him the chance in the 2008 Olympics. His abilities with the Cheetahs are a source of controversy. The question has always been do the artificial limbs give him an edge in competition? The IAAF at the time felt it did, even though he had never won a contest versus able bodied athletes.

The Court of Arbitration of Sport decided there was no significant advantage to using the Cheetahs, and cleared him to run in Beijing if he qualified. He didn't qualify for the South African team. That changed in 2011, when he reached the "A" standard needed to qualify. South Africa put him on the team.

Last night Oscar Pistorius achieved his goal. He ran in the semi-finals of the 400m. He finished last, a full 2 seconds behind the world champion Kirani James.  At the end of the race, James came up to Oscar to not only congratulate him, but he asked to exchange bibs. That is an honor in the track world.

Pistorius may have finished last in the race, but he is first in admiration around the world. The controversy about him, and other disabled runners wishing to compete will continue.

Tahmina Kohistani has had to overcome something very different in order to compete in London. Kohistani is the only woman from Afghanistan allowed to compete in the Olympics. Her event is the 100m.

Afghanistan is a very conservative Muslim country. The Talban ruled for decades with an iron fist. We know some of what women endured during that time. And while there are some freedoms, this doesn't make it any easier for women.

Kohistani's training consisted of trying run in a local stadium, while men would harass her. They would yell at her how bad this is for her country, and how women shouldn't be running. He coach would constantly fight with the men who would try to get in her way to train.

The young woman from Afghanistan ran her 100m preliminary last week, finishing last in her heat - 14.42 second. Like Pistorius, she may have been last on the field, but the respect she earned equals a gold medal in my book.  Her goal now is to improve and come back in 2016 and compete in Rio with other women from her country.

It's very easy for us to gripe about our running, or the obstacles we think we overcome, like slow times, or aches and pains. We may not even like running in the heat or cold. Those really pale in comparison to those who risk so much just to be able to compete. I admire both of these people immensely. That are terrific examples of courage and determination. Good to think about the next I think I can't make it to mile 5.

Charlie

Watching Strategy

I have been spending a wonderful week watching the Olympics. As always I marvel at the athletes. This weekend was the start of the running events.

This morning I watched the women's marathon. It is really something to see the elites go after each other on a marathon course. There are tactics that each runner thinks about, and tries to figure when to do what. Each runner has a plan, and there is little improvising. You follow the plan.

For the African runners, the Kenyans and the Eithiopians you could tell they held pace until the 22 mile mark, when they broke free from the pack, and really put distance between themselves and the other runners.

For the Russian who eventually finished third, her goal was to go after the Africans, no matter what. She set them in her sights, and gradually pulled in with them.

For the Americans, my feeling is they played the pace game. The London course has few straight aways, and many turns. This kind of course lends itself to a slower pace, not a record pace. They had to feel that if the finishing time was 2:26, they could be contenders for medals.

The problem with a plan, is that you are depending on too many people. Shalane Flanagan and Kara Goucher ran like they were thinking 2:26. The Africans were running with 2:23 on their minds. The Africans had the winning strategy. There's nothing wrong with how the Americans planned, but it depended on the course slowing down the Africans, and not how they might overcome the obstacles.

I watched Shalane Flanagan crying at her 10th place finish. She did us all proud today, and she will be back. So will Kara Goucher. They can medal. It's just time to think more like an African.

Charlie

The Road to Virginia Beach Begins

Today marked the start of my slow training for the Shamrock Marathon in Virginia Beach on St. Patrick's Day, 2013. I ran 5 miles and I tried new shoes today. As you know I am a Brooks Dyad man. Whispers I hear tell me that I may not like the new update of the shoe. So I have had to do what runners before me have done - look for another shoe.

I can't wear just any shoe. First I need a netural shoe. Second I need a 4E width. My options are limited. I used to run in New Balance, but they are in a transition of most of their shoes. I said most. I found one I can wear - NB 840. Today was the test run.

I ran 5 miles on the Monon. I chose a part of the trail which on the return is a slow incline up, so I could get a good workout in. The shoes appear to be a bit lighter than the Dyad. I felt a bit more flexibility. If the shoe is supposed to feel slipper like, I did not feel that. What I felt though wasn't uncomfortable. It feels more supportive arch wise than the Dyad, and I am still not sure if that is good or not. For now though I like the shoe, and will use it. I will also give the new Dyad a try when I get it.

The run was good, especially on the return portion of the run. Most of the return trip was a slow incline, and I punched it out well. I could have been a bit stronger at the end of the run, but that is one reason I am taking a slow cautious approach towards this marathon. I have time to work on these things.

You may ask why the long training? My body needs all the time it can get to get in shape. I will take it slow, easy, and not push too hard, at least until I need to push. Here is a link to the race.

http://www.shamrockmarathon.com/

Let the fun begin.

Charlie