Indy Monumental: Week 9, Day 6 - Long 15 (7:20 - 7:30 pace) - .5 warm, 15 miles (7:29 pace), .5 cool

This was probably the worst long run I have ever had.  The stats look great, but I stopped my watch at least 20 times between pep talks, water bottle refills and all the Chicago crosswalks.

You would think that I would be a bit smarter about training by this point, but apparently that’s not the case.  My hydration level was shitty before I even started the run.  On top of that, I took off way too fast.  I could blame my Garmin for jumping all over the place, but I should be able to run by feel at this point.

I had to stop after mile 6.  I took a Gu, filled my water bottle and debated with myself over calling it quits.  I decided to keep going, but slow my pace a bit.  I stopped probably 3 or 4 times to fill my water bottle and make sure all my limbs were still intact.  

Anyway, once I got off the path and headed for Amy’s apartment I picked up the pace out of pure survival mode.  It also helped that I had to stop at every single crosswalk, so I was able catch my breath quite a bit.

Long story short, I felt awful for about 2 hours this morning, cheated on my pacing by stopping my watch a lot and ran 16 miles total.

Couch, football, Amy and the cute little puppy the rest of the day.


I’m not really sure I can put words to this weekend, so here are some photos that I don’t think have made it to Tumblr yet.

My race recap would be boring.  Adrenaline carried me to mile 4, pain took over at mile 5ish, I hung on for dear life until the finish.  That’s about it.  I did manage to high five a kid in a Pacers jersey.  I remember that.  Other than that, I blocked most of it out. 

Once I finished and was able to collect my thoughts enough to start scrolling through Tumblr, I was completely overwhelmed.  I have no idea why all of you are so supportive, but I’m not complaining.  So, for the final time I have to say thank you.  I’m still overwhelmed by all the love.

Indianapolis Monumental Marathon Race Recap (finally...)

There were so many thoughts and emotions going on inside my head, but all I really wanted was to drink my chocolate milk and put on my pants.  That’s when I felt it.  Like someone grabbed me by the right calf muscle and twisted until the muscle was shredded.  After letting out a high pitched shrieking noise, I fell to the ground.  That’s when the pain and emotion took over my body.  I couldn’t control the spasms in my legs or the tears that I’d been holding back for what felt like months.  I decided to just go with it.


In reality, it had only been a few hours since I lined up on Washington St. ready to take on what, in the moment, felt like the world.  Well, ready might be the wrong term.  I had no idea if my body would hold up for the grueling 26.2 miles, but I knew I had to try.  I had worked too damn hard to quit.  This wasn’t just a race.  It was proving that if I wanted something bad enough and worked hard enough, I could get it.  It was looking at my arm sleeve and thinking about a friend that had trained just as hard as I had, yet was physically unable to run the race.  It was looking down at the words on my chest and seeing the kids of St. Jude.  Their pain, now that’s real pain.  No excuses.

The race itself was a bit of a blur.  I told myself to stay calm for the first four miles.  I even tried to calm my nerves by running with the 3:05 pace group.  As it turns out, I’m not much of a group runner.  I need to lose myself in a run, not worry about rubbing elbows with the runners around me.  To this point, the pain was very minimal and thoughts of a sub 3 hour marathon rolled around in my head.  Was this really happening?  Was the pain going to stay away?


Nope, there it was.  At mile 5, the pain I had grown so accustomed to over the last 8 weeks was back.  It sounds stupid, but by this point I knew how to run with the pain so I didn’t really mind.  I was able to hit the 10K mark in my correct timing range.  It made me smile knowing that so many people were getting that first text update.  It wasn’t until I finished and looked at Tumblr that I knew just how many people were following along.  Side-note:  How incredible are you guys/gals?  Very.

My next checkpoint was the halfway mark.  I knew I had friends waiting there and my spirits would be lifted.  My friends didn’t disappoint.  Halfway home now and the pain was still manageable.  Splits were great and the sub 3 hour dream was still alive.  I thought about the pre-race advice from Chris.  Because of him, I knew once I hit mile 16 it was only a 10 mile tempo run from there.  I had done three of those in the past month.  This one just happened to be preceded by 16 other tempo miles.  No big deal, right?

At mile 15, the perfect song played and put me in the right mindset.  Bring on the 10 mile tempo run.  The next 5 miles went exactly to plan.  Don’t get me wrong, they hurt, but the pain was almost an afterthought.   6:49, 6:56, 6:50, 6:59, 6:55.  I was going to do this.  I wasn’t sure about sub 3, but Boston was definitely in my sights.

Mile 22, I found the wall.  It was different than last year, though.  This wasn’t a cardio issue, I felt great.  This was purely a leg issue.  I have to admit to being super pissed. I almost felt cheated.  Granted, I did it to myself.


I knew the last few miles were going to be tough.  It’s a freaking marathon, it’s supposed to be tough.  THIS is what I had been training for all along.  Head up and Power Through.  So, that’s what I did.  3:03:50. I hit my BQ time (hoping it’s good enough), but not quite the sub 3 I was dreaming about.  That just means I have to work that much harder next time.  I’m not afraid of a little hard work.


(How’s that for an awful “get me the hell off this course” finishing pic?)

Finally, I want to say thank you.  You guys made me feel like a damn celebrity on race day.  Scrolling through my dash was one of the most surreal moments of my life.  I still can’t get over all the love and support.  Seriously, thank you.

I can’t wait to shed this boot and do all of this again.


Indy Monumental: Training complete.

Despite the injury, it feels very satisfying to post those words.

Thank you for all the words of encouragement and support. I’m definitely not as optimistic as I once was, but I promise I’ll give this race everything I have. That’s really all I can do. I’m ready.


Indy Monumental: Week 9, Day 4 - Tempo 8 (6:45 goal) 

Awake at 4, did some eating, drank some coffee, digested and was on the road by 5:15.

I ran harder that first mile than I did any other mile, but I just couldn’t get my Garmin’s pace to drop.  I was also wearing my hydration pack (left my handheld bottle at work), so that slowed me a bit.  All things equal, pretty decent run this morning.

That last picture was taken after my run.  It was DARK out there,  Oh well, 10 miles down before work.  

Total: 10.0 miles in 1:12:45 (Tempo 8 at 6:51 pace)

Have a good day before Friday!

Tumblr, meet my newest accessory.

The pain today was freaking me out, so I figured I should at least go get examined and make sure nothing was broken. It isn’t.

It turns out I just have tendinitis and severe shin splints on the inside of my leg. I was told that I should not run, but since the doctor is a triathlete he understands that I am going to run. I am not going to do any further damage. It’s all about how much pain I can handle at this point.

Walking boot until the race. Walking boot for 3 weeks after the race. If the pain persists, I will need an MRI at that point. He did say it could take up to 8 weeks to fully heal.

Chris and I should look pretty funny hobbling around the expo tomorrow, eh?

2 days to go.

Edit: I should add this: Listen to your body. If you’re in pain, stop. I could have managed this had I just taken some time off. It’s not the plan’s fault, it’s my fault.


Last of the race spam, I promise.  

Most of these are from the second half of the race as you can tell by my pain face.  

The last photo is my favorite because I had just given the kid in the Pacers jersey a high five and showed him my tattoo.  He was super excited. 

Official time: 3:03:50.  (7:00 pace)

Coffee Date...


  • Christmas cups already?  It’s not even Halloween.  Get your shit together, Au Bon Pain.
  • Several of you have checked in with me over the last couple of days due to my lack of posting.  Your support and concern is very much appreciated.
  • To be honest, I am a little dinged up.  I’ve been fighting ankle issues since September.  I tend to not post about injuries that much because I feel like we are all fighting something.  
  • The pain has been tolerable up to this point, so I didn’t feel like any time off was necessary.  Right on schedule, the pain became a lot harder to manage Friday of last week.  You might have noticed my posts got a lot less chatty as of that day.
  • I skipped my first run in the last 17 weeks on Monday.  I beat myself up over it quite a bit. 
  • Yesterday was a rest day.  
  • This afternoon I plan on taping up and getting a feel for where the ankle is on the pain scale.
  • Tomorrow will be another rest day.  I will be picking up some British dude from the airport, though.  Maybe he’ll let me borrow his crutches.
  • I’m not using this as an excuse.  I’m not changing my goals.  I still want to BQ.  I just wanted to be honest with everyone.  The motto I always share with people is, “Head Up and Power Through.”  I’ll be taking my own advice on Saturday morning.  
  • I’ve put in the work, it’s time to see what I’m made of.

Indy Monumental: Week 9, Day 1 - 6 x 800 (3:02 goal) (400 recovery)

Woke up at 4:30 with Amy because she had to drive back to Chicago.  She’s such a trooper about that Monday morning drive.  At least she does get an hour back with the time zone change.

Anyway, I figured I could get my speed work done since I was already awake.  I had a frozen waffle with peanut butter, some coffee and tried to watch the train wreck that was the VMA’s while my food settled.

Then, I hit my parking lot track again.

Non-Garmin Stats:

3:02 goal

2 warm - 9:16 pace

  1. 2:54
  2. 2:56
  3. 2:59
  4. 2:56
  5. 2:58
  6. 3:00

Cool 1 mile - 9:14

Total - 7.5 miles

It’s nice to be done.  No more running until at least Wednesday morning, but probably Wednesday afternoon.


Indy Monumental: Week 6 - 47.5 miles

Now 1/3 of the way through training. Such a loooong way to go.

Lots of driving, flying, running, food (cake) and a wedding.

I’m ready for bed. Which can’t happen for several more miles, a flight, a train ride and a long walk.

Can’t be too grumpy when you have the prettiest date at the wedding, though.


Indy Monumental: Week 12, Day 5 - Easy 10

Some of you will remember my “Run, fatty, run” story from a month or so ago.  Since I shared that story, I might as share what happened this morning at that same intersection.  I should note that there is a bus stop bench on this corner and I run past these people on most of my morning runs, but I’m typically wearing headphones.

Man: “Here comes that fucking Super Runner Man again.”

Woman: “”And he’s got some new shoes!”

Note: I obviously wear some seriously obnoxious shoes.

Me: “Good morning.” (waves)

Woman: “Umm, I don’t think he was wearing headphones”

Note: This is towards the end of my loop so I turn around and run past these people again about 5 or 6 minutes later.

Me: “Nope.  No headphones.  Have a good day!”

Woman: (stands up and yells) “You win that race!!”

So, Tumblr…that is that.  I must win this race.

Happy Friday everybody!!

Indy Monumental: Week 8, Day 3 - Tempo 7 (6:45 goal)

Warm - 1 mile

  1. 6:46.8
  2. 6:47.4
  3. 6:48.7
  4. 6:44.6
  5. 6:48.1
  6. 6:48.3
  7. 6:34.5

Cool - 1 mile

Tempo pace - 6:45.5 pace 

I thought about using every excuse imaginable not to do this run.  Granted, a few of them were legitimate.  I have a horrible headache and it’s 85 degrees outside being the main two, but this run had to happen.  

This was the run that I failed last year in training and I really needed to beat down that mental barrier.  I thought I was defeated during mile 6, but I finally found that extra gear for the last mile.  

I still have 35 miles left this week.  Luckily, they are all “easy” miles and at least 10 of them will hopefully be with @irlamy.   

Indy Monumental: Week 2/18 - 44 miles

I found some inspiration on my run today so I thought I’d share:

I did not want to run today. My body hurts, my mind hurts, my life hurts. Luckily, I did it anyway.

About a half mile into my six, I came across an all too familiar scene. A man, I’d say in his 50’s, finishing his run. I could tell he had already been on quite the adventure by the broken stride, the hydration pack, the heavy breathing, the look of complete joy/agony as he slowed to a walk and stopped his watch.

As I ran by I said, “Hey man, hell of a job.

He simply smiled and said, “Thanks, fifteen.”

Me - “Fucking fifteen?!?!” I curse when I get excited.

"Fucking FIFTEEN!!!," as he fist pumped in the air.

Sometimes I forget running isn’t just about PR’s, medals and finishing places. It’s about believing in yourself. Even if no one else does and sometimes even you can’t quite find the faith in yourself. Just keep trying. The battle is what makes the accomplishment so great.

Indy Monumental: Week 7, Day 7 - Easy 6 + Upper body/abs

Woke up, ran, ate breakfast (egg, cheese, avocado and spinach on WW toast) and lifted at the gym to Boy Hits Car.

That’s 52ish miles on the week. Speed work tomorrow! Mile repeats at 6:10 pace, yuck.

I suppose I can’t hide from the fact that I turned 30 today. I might as well embrace it. Thank you for the posts and messages. You guys/gals are great.


Indy Monumental - Week 9, Day 3 - Easy 8 miles - 8.01 miles in 1:02:42 (7:50 pace)

Today was supposed to be a tempo run, but I left my Garmin at home and a 94 degree tempo run sounded like death.

The plan is to get up at 4 am tomorrow and give it a try. Ugh.

I’m fairly certain that the Mapmyrun app is more accurate than my Garmin and that kind of pisses me off.

I look like the last place finisher in a wet T-shirt contest right now.

Indy Monumental: Week 8, Day 5 - Easy 10 miles - 10.01 miles in 1:22:16 (8:13 pace)

Reasons why this run sucked:

  • The temperature was 88 degrees.
  • The “feels like” was 92 degrees.
  • The humidity was 54% (could have been much worse)
  • It was 10 miles on a Friday after work.  Who the hell runs 10 miles on a Friday after work?
  • I almost got ran over by a guy on a bicycle.  Is it too much to ask for a “On your left!” if you are about to run my ass over?  Granted, I was shuffling towards the middle of the path.  In my defense I couldn’t really feel my legs anymore.
  • I ran out of water with about a .5 mile left.

Reasons why that run was awesome:

  • It’s over.