Music of Running

Race Recap: 1/2 Sauer 1/2 Kraut Half Marathon

A broken promise…

After the Delaware Marathon, I vowed no races this summer.  Well, I broke my promise, and I’m glad I did.

Ignorance is bliss.  I knew nothing about this race except that it was a half marathon, and it had a hill called Mt. Cuckoo. We found out about it through a friend on Twitter (thank you April!!).

The race is part of a series from www.uberendurancesports.com. It takes place in Philadelphia’s Pennypack Park. There is a half and a full, a combined 900ish runners, and yes a German theme.

The week before, I had been sick, and still wasn’t 100%; however, the cheapo in me felt that I already paid for the race, so I might as well earn my shirt.

The weather was about 68 degrees at the start, a bit warm for me, but I had no goal, except to have fun.  I love smaller races, but they don’t always start on time, and the “go” went off about 10 minutes late.  My bladder did not like this.

Most of this race is run on an 8’ wide paved path with rolling hills throughout.  The first two miles were my normal half pace; however, my breathing quickly became labored (still feeling it from being sick), so my pace slowed.  Back to my bladder…yes, at Mile 4, there was a pit stop (I rarely do this but it was a necessity).  I lost a few places here, but I decided not to worry, and just go for the finish.

Beyond the halfway point, this race develops a cross country feel for about 1.7 miles. The paved path gives way to grass which transitions into single track in the woods.  At this point, it was about effort, not pace.  Actually, strike that…at this point, it was about not falling.  The path was rolling, mostly upwards, with a rocky, uneven “stepped” terrain.  “Mt Cuckoo” was narrow and I remember smelling honeysuckle (which I hate).  Did I say ignorance is bliss??  Yeah right.

I have very little trail running experience, so those who did have experience passed me with ease.  The downhills were even worse for me. I’m guessing six people passed me in that 1.7 mile stretch, but I was more concerned with staying upright.

The other thing I noticed on the trails was the humidity.  Does the woods hold in moisture?  Anyway, once I got back onto the paved path, I felt like myself again. My breathing slowly came back under control, sort of, and I mucked my way toward the far off finish line. With about a mile to go,  I picked off five of the six runners that passed me on the trails.

My time was nothing near a PR (1:32 – 15th overall), but I won my age group, and this fun cuckoo:

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My wife took 4th in her age group despite battling Plantar Fasciitis. She is the rock star and is gunning for a cuckoo next year.

Another plus was the free beers and brats post-race.  There was German dancing with many of the male runners wearing Lederhosen, and the female runners in Bodice / Dirndl combos (I had to look that up on Google). It was festive at the German Club in Northeast Philadelphia.

Aside from not starting on time, the race was friendly and well-organized.  It was a very challenging course…I couldn’t imagine doing that twice, which is what the marathoners had to do. I’m just glad I didn’t fall.

No more races this summer, I promise (wink).

Race Recap: Delaware Marathon 2013

Up to a certain moment, I was frighteningly relaxed for this race. My BQ was in my back pocket from my fall marathon, so this would be gravy. However, as I lined up at the start, it hit me:

“Damn, this is a marathon. This will be hard. I must respect the distance.”

So, as the National Anthem was playing, I coudn’t swallow. I guess my nerves finally arrived to the party.

I didn’t have a specific goal for this race but my typical goal is to go Sub 3 hours. My backup goal is to finish safely and alive. I knew I was in 2:55 to 3:00 shape, but the weather was a bit warm for me (61 degrees, 89% humidity at the start).

With that in the back of my mind, I figured I’d go out conservatively, hopefully latch on to someone at a similar pace, and take it from there. Well, I didn’t go out conservatively: Mile 1 was 6:29 (oops).

Fortunately, after I slowed a bit, another runner pulled up next to me, and asked me what my goal was (his was similar). So, we decided to stay with each other for as long as possible. His name was James, and this guy saved my race (more on that later).

As we were running, I noticed that James had a lot of fans on the course. It turns out that he used to live in Wilmington, and had people throughout the course cheering for him. However, he also seemed to know many of the race volunteers and police officers directing traffic. I jokingly asked him if he was the Mayor, and he laughed, and said no but he was a previous winner of this race.

My first reaction was: “Crap, I have no business running with this guy,” but the pace felt good, and since it was a small race (600 marathoners), I didn’t want to run alone.

James gave me great tips regarding course strategy, which brings me to the course itself:

The course: Two laps though the riverfront, parks, and neighborhoods of Wilmington. So, when you’re at Mile 7, you get a preview of what Mile 20 will look like. This is a blessing and a curse. The blessing: You know what’s coming during the 2nd half. The curse: You know what’s coming during the 2nd half.

Something that James said to me as we climbed a mile-long hill from Mile 6ish to 7ish that proved to help me later: “Once you’re finished with this hill the 2nd time —also Miles 19 to 20 — the remainder of the race is generally flat to downhill.”

So, with that in mind, we ran together and came through the 13.1 split in 1:28. So far so good. However, from Mile 15-16, I started cramping (bad stitch, perhaps from the sun exposure along the riverfront). James and another runner pulled slightly ahead of me.

This is about the time I saw my wife: “I’m feeling it” I told her. She, with her cowbell in hand, said something inspirational, and I moved along. Not sure if it was seeing her or the fact that I was entering the shaded portion of the race that helped, but I temporarily felt better (cramps subsided), and pulled even with James again.

But this was short-lived. At Mile 19, we were heading into the hilly portion for the 2nd time. James pulled away. I slowed (not awful – Mile 20 was 7:13). At this point, though, James pulled too far ahead for me to feel connected to his pace. I was now on my own at Mile 20. If you’ve ever been alone at Mile 20, you know how lonely it is.

This is the point when I almost threw in the towel (the point where I would go from goal pace to survival pace). However, something stopped me from giving up (not sure what). It might have been the earlier words of my temporary running partner that helped me hold on:

“Once you’re finished with this hill the 2nd time, the remainder of the race is generally flat to downhill.”

So, even though my pace fell off (6:55-7:10 the rest of the way), it wasn’t a bonk. I was holding on. In the shaded, residential portion of the race, the crowd support was so helpful. At Mile 23, my cumulative time was 2:37:13…there was still hope for a Sub3.

Also, another surprising thing happened: I found myself running with and passing some of the Half Marathon participants. I encouraged them as I passed, and they encouraged me. It was a win-win for all of us! We survived the portion of the race in the Little Italy section of town (where there is additional sun exposure).

Most of the last three miles was flat to downhill with the exception of a pretty lengthy bonus hill that James had initially underestimated (during the home stretch). I gutted it out with the hope that I could still do a Sub3. Once the last hill crests, you can let gravity do the rest and make your way to the riverfront for the finish.

I ended up crossing the finish line at 2:58:53 (with my hand on my heart in honor of Boston). My 2nd Half was just under 1:31…I slowed but not too badly. The heat affected me, but the shaded course saved me. James saved me too. I was fortunate enough to see him in the finish area, which is where we fist bumped and congratulated each other.

Even though this wasn’t a PR race, I feel satisfied with the results: 1) It’s a tough course, and 2) I finally didn’t bonk in a race with the temperatures above 60 degrees.

NOTES: There are also 4-person and 8-person relays and Half mixed in with the Marathon which can make the first half of the race a bit confusing and crowded; however, seeing these runners during the 2nd lap actually helped me psychologically.

This race is great for spectating. You can see the runners at least four times without having to move. You can also move throughout the course and see runners multiple times. I must have seen my wife four times during the race (and this was a HUGE help).

Some pics…

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Perk: Custom Bib to avoid being called Gerald, Jared, George, or Greg!

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Not feeling good here, but I have my red socks!!

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My favorite race hardware ever! Chase Utley agrees!

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James got me by 59 seconds.

“Have a Great Run.” -Two Runners in Boston (04/16/13) – 6:30am

Clearly, I looked confused. So, a fellow runner (FR) helped me out. Earlier, I decided to clear my head with a run. Emotionally wiped out from the tragic events of the day before, it was the only way I knew how to cope with the situation.

FR: “Where do you need to go?”

Me: “Looking for an entrance to the Esplanade?”

FR: “Straight ahead, over the Fiedler Foot Bridge.”

We ran a couple of blocks together, but we didn’t talk. We ran.

Once we got to the Esplanade, I decided to go Southwest, and he went Northeast. Before we parted, we simultaneously said: “Have a great run.”

This comforted me.

As far as the run? It was a quiet five miler on a somber yet beautiful morning (weather-wise).  I saw several other runners, and we gave each other The Runner’s Nod. This nod felt like it had more meaning on this morning.

It made me think that good will always beat evil.

Thank you fellow runner(s).

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Dear Running Playlist…

We need to talk.

Seven-plus months.  That’s how long it’s been since our last running date together. It all changes this Sunday when we are reunited again.  So much has changed since I last ran with you…I’m feeling a bit awkward about it.  We haven’t spoken in forever.

If I’m going on my first running date with you in a long time, I can’t just approach it the same as the other dates we’ve had in the past; I’m going to need a new playlist.

Hmm. How do I update my current playlist without offending your tracks?

Let’s face it, the honeymoon phase is over for a lot of our songs.  Our relationship has gotten a bit stale. While your songs have all been wonderful to me, I need to freshen things up.  Don’t worry Foo, you’re still special to me, it’s just, I might need a newer song from you. Bridges Burning? Maybe.

And, I love you Metallica, but I don’t always need my runs to be so intense. You’re always getting me to speed up, which I like, but not always.

Oh Muse, you’re nice but your new stuff is a bit needy. I like the old you better.  Maybe some of those tracks can stick around?

Running Playlist, I’m not asking you to completely change. I mean, Peace Frog by The Doors can stay, and Radar Love by Golden Earring will always be there for me; however, sorry Van Halen, it’s over for you…for now.  Let’s take a break, ok?  There’s a newer song in town from Younglood Hawke called “We Come Running” and I’m curious about it.

Liz Phair, we’ll always have “Baby Got Going,” but I’ve been checking out Grace Potter lately.  She is the Lion, the Beast AND the Beat. I can’t ignore her any longer.

Matt Pond?  You get to stay, even though you have dropped the “PA” from your band name.  Your music is consistently wonderful.

The truth is, I have changed a lot since we last ran together. I hope you will change too. Don’t be scared, we can still reminisce once in a while with an 80s hit like “Run Run Away” from Slade.  Those were good times for us weren’t they?  They produced good running times too.

However, if we are going to make this thing work, I need something new, something fun and I don’t mean Some Nights by Fun.  I just can’t do it.

I hope you understand.  See you on Sunday.

Love,

Me

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Run Long and Prosper: Mister Spock Denconstructed

Smashing through the boundaries, lunacy has found me, cannot stop the battery.” – Battery by Metallica

This song makes me think of Mister Spock from Star Trek.   “Why?” you ask me as if I have two heads.   Because Spock did not appear to worry one way or the other about too much.  It was almost as if he was a machine, powered by a battery.   Cue Metallica.

I explained the above-quote in an old post, but I felt that Mister Spock or “Spock Mode” needed to be further explained.

During a long run with my wife, I tried to describe to her what it is like to train for and run a marathon in an attempt to qualify for Boston.   I did this because, at the time, she was attempting to qualify for Boston herself.  I told her that you can’t get too high or too low emotionally during the training or the race.

You can’t worry about the weather or your belly.   You can’t retreat during the tough moments of nearly four months of training.  You especially can’t retreat during the tough moments of the 26.2 mile stretch, and yes, expect there will be a few of those moments.   I told her, you almost shouldn’t care one way or the other about a potential obstacle.  Obstacles will be always be there. The key is moving past them without expending much mental energy.

I am not suggesting to run without passion. After all, Spock’s mixed human-Vulcan  heritage allowed him to show yet control his emotions.  I am simply encouraging runners to attempt to be “emotionally detached” from roadblocks or obstacles.  This prevents or limits panic. It’s about energy conservation.

So, during that long run, I actually told my wife she needed to be like Mister Spock.  Highly Illogical?  I think not.  She qualified. She is now a disciple of Mister Spock.  Furthermore, if you read the quote on her Road ID, it will remind you that she is in “Mister Spock Mode.”

“Spock Mode” doesn’t have to be limited to a BQ goal.  Actually, the goal can be anything: Your first 5k, a Half PR, an Ultra, returning from an injury, etc.

John Gorka, a singer-songwriter from New Jersey, wrote a song about his home state and accurately described New Jerseyans; however, the following line from the song is more consistent with my point:

“…If the world ended today, I would adjust.”

This is related to the Spock mentality.  We have goals, and inevitably, something will challenge or get in the way of our goals.

The key is to adjust...to “move on” from the moment…

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Run long and prosper

Aliens, Cowboys & a Sled: A Holiday Running Mix

As I was updating my Holiday Playlist, I realized some of the songs would be fun for running.  So, I extracted many from my collection, and the result is a festive holiday running mix.  Enjoy, and Happy Holidays!

1. I Want An Alien For Christmas by Fountains of Wayne

2. Father Christmas by The Kinks

3. The Cowboys’ Christmas Ball by The Killers

4. Holiday by Vampire Weekend

5. Snow Day by matt pond PA

6. Christmas Wrapping by The Waitresses

7. New York is a Christmas Kind of Town by Marah

8. Wonderful Christmastime by The Shins

9. Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) by U2

10. Frosty the Snowman by The Ventures

11. Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree by The Smithereens

12. Santa Claus is Coming to Town (Live) by Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band

13. The Christmas Can-Can by Straight No Chaser

14, Tiny Tree Christmas by Guster

15. We Wish You a Merry Christmas by Weezer

16. Holly Jolly Christmas by Old 97s

17. I Want You For Christmas by Cheap Trick

18. Christmas Baby by G Love

19. Lonely Christmas Eve by Ben Folds

20. Christmas in Hollis by RUN DMC

21. A Great Big Sled by The Killers

22. Another Christmas Song by Stephen Colbert

23. Christmas / Sarajevo 12/24 by Trans-Siberian Orchestra

24. Run Run Rudolph by Bryan Adams

25. Carol of the Bells by August Burns Red

Animal Mix: A New Running Playlist

With apologies to Whitesnake and Ratt fans… 

Lately, I’ve found myself gravitating to bands with animal names.  This inspired me to put together a different kind of running mix for you.  Here is my Animal Mix:

1. Middle Distance Runner by Sea Wolf

2. Marathon Runner by Yellow Ostrich

3. Knock Knock by Band of Horses

4. Radioactive by Imagine Dragons

5. Joker & the Thief by Wolfmother

6. These Days by Dr. Dog

7. Hey Man (Now You’re Really Living) by Eels

8. Mr. Jones by Counting Crows

9. Hannah by Freelance Whales

10. Yet Again by Grizzly Bear

11. Backwards Down the Number Line by Phish

12. D is For Dangerous by Arctic Monkeys

13. Ragged Wood by Fleet Foxes

14. Shooting Star by Owl City

15. Stand and Deliver by Adam & the Ants

16. Eyes on You by Shark Tape

17. Hard to Handle by The Black Crowes

18. It’s a War by Trampled by Turtles

19. Come On, Let’s Go by Los Lobos

20. Fireworks by Animal Collective

21. These Old Shoes by Deer Tick

22. Over Under Sideways Down by The Yardbirds

23. Pachuca Sunrise by Minus the Bear

24. Your Savior by Temple of the Dog

25. In the Meantime by Spacehog

26. War Pigs by Gov’t Mule

27. Feel Good Inc. by Gorillaz

28. Lips Like Sugar by Echo & The Bunnymen

29. Life in the Fast Lane by The Eagles

30. Kingdom of Rust by The Doves

31. Blackout by Scorpions

32. Time by Hootie & the Blowfish

33. Tell Me What You Want by Zebra

34.Don’t Drop the Baby by The JudyBats

35. We Gotta Get Out of this Place by The Animals

If you were hoping to see Cat Power or Fruit Bats on this mix, I apologize; however, I do recommend them for a post-race cool down or for some relaxation time by the fireplace. Also, Iron Butterfly’s “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” crossed my mind, but I do not equate it with running. 

Final Thought (or confession): I love The Beatles, but I don’t run to their music.

Feel free to recommend some additions!  Thank you.

A Running Geek Convention: Race Weekend Recap – Runner’s World Half

Normally we don’t spend an entire weekend at a race that is less than an hour from our house, but my wife and I knew that the Runner’s World Half Festival weekend would be far from ordinary.  Both of us decided that this trip would be a celebration of our accomplishments two weeks prior:  A double BQ at the Steamtown Marathon.  With the pressure off, it was time for us to have some fun.

We arrived Friday night, checked in at Hotel Bethlehem, and had dinner at a place called the Bookstore Speakeasy. It was recommended to us by Runner’s World Editor, Meghan Loftus, and was just what the doctor ordered: good food, drink, entertainment, and a smoke-free atmosphere for a couple of running geeks.

In fact, the more time we spent in Bethlehem over the weekend, the more it felt like a running geek convention.  All we needed were lanyards.

On Saturday morning, we did a shakeout run, so we decided to run toward the 5K course to cheer on the participants (many of which were doing the Hatrick, all three festival races scheduled that weekend).  Well, my wife is now fired up to do the Hatrick next year!

We’ve been to bigger races (Boston, MCM, NYCM), but this felt better.  The events, lectures, and information sessions felt less claustrophobic, less harried.  I’m not sure if this was because of the logistics or our attitude, but either way, the experience was special.  My wife sat in on the session: Women’s Running: Why It’s Different for Girls, then we got to watch part of “Run For Your Life,” which chronicles how Fred Lebow got the NYC Marathon up and running, and finally Bart Yasso and a panel gave tips on course strategy. There were other talks that I missed because of my work schedule on Saturday, but I felt like I got a good taste of what was being served.

Speaking of being served, this was our first “pre-race pasta dinner” with other runners. We usually steer clear of the masses and make a reservation at a local Italian restaurant, but since we were being more laid back about our race, we decided to join the party.  The food and company were great, and the dinner company included David Willey, Editor-in-Chief of Runner’s World, who sat down beside me and asked me where I got my beer (because he wanted one too).

Which brings me to the Runner’s World staff…the accessibility and warmth of the Runner’s World staff was special.  I know they had to be ambassadors all weekend, but you can tell that they love what they do, and they are running geeks too. They have the same aches, pains, and shoe questions as us.

The race itself was a blast (I will keep this part short). The start and finish area was at the Steel Stacks, a symbol of Bethlehem’s industrialized past, and its reinvented status as a service and tourist spot (the Sands Casino).

Because of my tired legs from Steamtown, I decided to stay with the 1:30 pace group for at least 7-8 miles.  I knew the first part of the course was hilly, so this conservative approach felt smart to me.

It was a nice, conversation pace, and I’m sure I annoyed Robert Reese, the Runner’s World Editor/Pacer for our group.  He couldn’t have been more friendly and laid back.  At Mile 9, my legs still felt fresh, so I decided to push the pace.  I knew Shalane Flanagan was up ahead, and (jokingly, in my mind), I planned to catch her.

After the last hill around Mile 10, I went full steam at my 5K pace.  I latched on to a fellow runner who was struggling, and I told him we would stick together and pass the carnage in front of us.  In the last miles, we picked off 12-14 runners.  My last 5K ended up being just over 19 minutes;  however, Shalane remains undefeated against me (she beat me by 13 seconds)!!  I never got my picture taken with her, but it was great to see her on the course.

Wait, I did get my picture taken with her!! I’m the orange blurry dot in the distance

It’s mesmerizing to watch an elite runner: they glide and float.  I know she was just doing what amounted to a Sunday jog for her, but it was still a thrill.

I ran 1:27, and my wife did a 1:51, which was faster than we planned, but more fun than we expected!

At the finish, we got sweet medals, which doubled as bottle openers. So, I guess we got our “lanyards” after all!

End Note:

The weather, race and weekend were just about perfect.  One fun part was finally meeting some people we had known only through Twitter.  With my introvertedness, there is always the fear that the real interactions will be awkward, but ours (with the Runner’s World staff and a couple we met for a drink) were so much fun!  There was even a #Runchat meet-up, which unfortunately we missed, but I’m sure other runners can speak more about that experience.

 

 Running Geek Conventioneers

Race Recap: Steamtown Marathon 2012

When the bus drops you off at the start of the Steamtown Marathon in Forest City (this race is point-to-point), you immediately feel special.  A volunteer comes onto the bus, welcomes you and gives you instructions. As you exit the bus, the Forest City High School cheerleaders do a cheer for you, you are given a souvenir ribbon, and another volunteer leads you into the gym where runners can stretch and keep warm. This was comforting for those of us with pre-race jitters.

The weather cooperated for Steamtown. It was supposed to rain, but, thankfully, not one drop fell during the race.  It remained cloudy, and the temperature held around 44 degrees. Perfect conditions (for me).  I did wear “throw-away” gloves, which I ended up wearing the whole race.

The way my training had gone, my goal was 2:57 to 2:59. I resolved to focus on 6:45/mile pace because the math was easier (I don’t like to think too much during a marathon).

The first eight+ miles of Steamtown are flat to downhill.  If there is one race where it is important not to go out too fast, it is this race because of the hills that come later from Mile 23 to the Finish.  You cannot “bank” time at Steamtown. I was fortunate to pace these first several miles with two younger runners, which happened to be Navy cadets… two great kids that kept calling me “Sir”…still weird for me to hear that. Their goal was Sub3. We ran together and chatted occasionally. They kept me in check (we ran 6:44-6:52 pace during those eight miles). I didn’t go out too fast (Phew).

At Mile 8, I was in 86th place (yes, a young spectator was counting!).  This is when I broke away from my new Navy friends. Breaking away from a pack is always scary during a marathon.  Running on your own is much tougher when you’re running this distance.  I was hoping to latch on to other people running at my pace goal. I never found anyone to run with, but today would be my day (at least I told myself that).

My first half was 1:28:16, slightly fast, but I felt good, and I would find out soon enough if I went out too hard. Mile 15 was 6:29. Whoa, “OK Gerard, slow it down” I told myself.  My next few miles, which were along a beautifully scenic “Rails to Trails” path, were more consistently in the 6:40s again.

I started to think it might be my day when Miles 21 and 22 were both at 6:37. It was just beyond Mile 23 where I was brought back to earth.  I turned my ankle badly, and as I compensated to correct it, I strained my groin.  I assessed the damage, didn’t panic, and kept running; failure was not an option. I remained in “Mr. Spock” mode (I explain Mr. Spock in a previous post: SEE The Music of Running: Vol. 2), but ouch.

I slowed down at Mile 24 (7:29), both from the pain of my ankle/groin, and the steep hill in the Green Ridge section of Scranton. Mile 25 was a bit better (7:10), but in the final mile, the wheels were coming off my wagon. The final mile is a straight-away and a long, ascent up Washington Avenue.  It is not a steep hill, but it never seems to end. When I did make it to the top of this hill in downtown Scranton, I could finally see the finish line, which was still a couple hundred yards away.

If you’ve ever done a marathon, you know how the last few hundred yards feels.  It goes quiet. You feel like you’re walking.  You almost feel detached from your physical body. Your brain is telling you to go, but your body is unable to respond; however, somehow you snap out of it. You begin to hear the crowd again, and you push through to the end.

Finish time: 2:57:56 (a PR by 1:49, and a CR by 4:04)

(My 2nd half was 1:29:40, slower but not a bonk)

Place: 48th overall / 12th in my age group (the 40somethings are competitive).

# of finishers: 1,938

Most Memorable Song: “Smokin” by Boston (blasting from someone’s front porch), Runner-Up Song: “Desire” by U2

This was my third Steamtown, and it continues to be my favorite marathon for many reasons: it’s scenic, well-organized, fast, not too big (field is 2,500), and the crowd support in the small towns along the way is amazing. The people cheering you on will push you and give you hope for humankind. There are moments of quiet, but the balance of quiet and crowd support seems to match my running personality.

Oh, and GREAT post-race food!!  You can’t beat it !!

The hill at Mile 24

Mile 24 – Ouch

I’m Finished With Music

OK, not quite true, but I got your attention, didn’t I?  I did, however, try something different during this marathon training cycle: no music while running, including my long runs.

Yes, I’m music-free…for now. In the past, I usually ran to music during my long runs. It helped me pass the time. It motivated me. It talked to me (or rather, it got me to talk to myself). For example, if Everlong by Foo Fighters ever shows up on my iPod Shuffle, my first thought is: “I can’t let this song down.”  Boom, I’m gone. My pace usually picks up during such a song.

I’m sure scientists can explain why music motivates us, and the physiological responses our bodies can have to a good beat or meaningful lyrics; however, what happens when we take away the music?  I mean, the potential downside to training with music is that we tend to get used to it (sometimes even dependent on it). If we get used to it, and are not allowed to race with it, we can be affected a bit on race day.  This is especially true of smaller races with not a ton of crowd support. There are long periods of quiet during such races. This can be a surprising adjustment to make.

So, instead of Muse and Metallica during my 20+ mile runs, it’s been just me and my inner-voice, which is usually singing anyway.  Will this experiment work?  I guess we’ll find out on October 7th when I will run the Steamtown Marathon.

Don’t worry, I’ll put on the headphones again soon enough, but for now, the airwaves are clear.