Greg's Running Blog

I wasn’t going to race this last weekend but I ended up running a 5K.

After last Saturday’s 10K my 5 year old son, expressed great interest in wanting to run with dad. So last Sunday I took him to the local track after my 8 mile long run where he promptly got side stitches after about 100 meters.

I told him to run slower but he was pretty set on trying to run a 7:25 min/mile pace for 100 meters, get stitches, slow to a walk for 200 meters then try again. He was really killing me with his pace I could not keep up myself; my calves were burning from the 10K and the 8 mile long run. We kept it up for about 2 laps at which point we did some runs across the field and called it a day. I have tried to tell him to slow down but he didn’t want to listen. He was pretty cute to try running with dad and I was really proud of him.

Monday I went and bought him some running shoes, shorts and a wicking t-shirt. I figured if he wants to run at least he should look the part. Monday we went and ran in the neighborhood just up and down the street as we felt like and we probably put in another half a mile. This time we slowed down and he finally listened to me. We took breaks but he had no side stitches.

Wednesday we did a repeat of Monday’s training and Friday we ran probably close to a mile with very little stopping. I felt he was ready to run a one mile fun run this weekend so I took him to a race this Saturday.

I was not going to race this weekend, I had a 30 minute fartlek on tap for Saturday and a 10 mile long run for Sunday. But since I promised my son to take him I figured I’d jog the 1 mile with him and I’d video him as he ran.

My son has a rough time getting up in the mornings; we have to kick him out around 7:30 every morning to go to daycare. Saturday by the time I was ready to wake him at 6:55 he was already up, all excited about the race and ready to go.

So I fed him some yogurt and granola, got dressed and we took off. I wore my racing singlet and 2.5″ inseam split pants which were most definitely overkill for the 1 mile I was going to run but I wore my Brooks Ghost 2 shoes that I use for long runs and recovery runs. I did not sport the T6 Racers which are my shoes of choice for 5K and 10K.

We got there right at 7:30, just in time for registration to open. We got our bib, paid $50 for the two of us and they even gave us chips for the timing even though the 1 mile race was a non-timed event. It made my son feel important with the chip dangling around his laces, just like daddy’s shoes do. I have the foot pod on my shoe for pace cadence and distance information and he’s wanted something to be attached to his shoe too. The chip was just perfect.

$50 for a one mile fun run seems excessive. It was for a good cause, the Fort Worth Can Academy so I didn’t feel that bad about forking over the money. The lady at the registration said “you know you could just run the 1 mile with your son and you can run the 5K afterward if you feel like it”.

At this point I wasn’t sure if I should run the 5K, I mean I had my son with me and I had no idea what I would do with him until I’d be running the 5K. We get up for the 1 mile fun run and there are less than a dozen people lining up at the start. It wasn’t a heavy field to say the least; my son and I were the only ones who really showed up just for that, the other people were using it as a warm-up for the 5K. I was a bit disappointed that my son’s first race was such a weak turnout but he didn’t care.

The air horn for the start really got him pumped and we were off! We settled into a good steady pace of around 11 minute miles and we didn’t stop! My son ran the whole one mile. It was actually 1.12 miles in 12 minutes and 9 seconds! I was very proud of him! He ran a 10:58 average pace. It really felt great to see him run and not stop for the whole way. Even though there was zero crowd support and zero competition support the fact that he was wearing a bib made him run the whole thing. I’m one proud daddy!

After we finished the 1 mile “race” I found two nice ladies at a vendor booth and pawned off my son on them with my RoadID wrapped around his bicep in case he got lost and I decided to go for the 5K race.

The race wasn’t anything big, it had 80 finishers but I wanted to see just how fast I could run it. The air horn sounded and we were off!

As with every race I have ran there are some crazy young guys who go out way too fast at the beginning then they fatigue about a quarter mile into the race when they realize that it’s a but longer than a quarter mile. Or there might be some crazy fast people that you just simply shouldn’t even attempt to keep pace with. But the problem is that these crazies tend to drag you along for the ride if you’re not careful. I have been guilty of trying and hurting myself in the long run.

My problem today also has been that my foot pod was not calibrated right. I only run long runs with these shoes so the calibration was way off. So what I assumed was a 6:14 pace based on my watch for the first mile was actually a 5:44 pace. It felt hard but I didn’t realize that it was that fast. We were running into some pretty strong winds so I just assumed that it was the wind that was holding me back and I should be picking up some good pace on my return.

After the early crazies fell off I found myself in first place at around the half mile point so I had to dictate the pace. There were no rabbits in front of me and, luckily there were no real chasers behind me either. The course was not marked very well and I was running off course at one point heading way off course when the guy behind me yelled at me which helped me to find the right trail.

At the turnaround I felt pretty wasted, I kept checking my watch for pace and I have seen numbers in the 6:25-6:45 range for my pace. I was thinking there is no way I could run any faster but I kept wondering why my pace was so lousy. I mean it wasn’t super slow but it was slower than my pace at last weekends 10K yet I felt a hell of a lot more tired. I chalked it up to running on tired legs as I haven’t tapered one bit for this race and it was unplanned plus I thought that I wasn’t pushing myself because I had no one to catch up to and there was no one really chasing me.

After the turnaround the wind situation didn’t get better and now it felt like it was blowing from the other direction. My pace deteriorated even more, now my monitor dipped down to 7:15 min/mile paces at times. I could not believe it! I was still in the lead the second place runner was about 20 seconds behind me but I just couldn’t keep it together. I could not believe how slow my pace was and how badly I was hurting yet I was still in the lead.

Once we got to the last half mile I was trying to give it a good kick which I thought I did but my pace didn’t really show it. I took one glance back and saw the second place guy still 15 seconds back I figured there was no way I would not win this one. I have given it one final kick once the finish line was in sight and as soon as I saw the clock I could not believe it. It was just rolling over 19:00. Based on my paces I knew that was no possible. But it still didn’t occur to me that it might have been my monitor and my paces that were wrong.

I crossed the finish in 19:05.7 a new PR for me! Second place was 12 seconds back; he clearly gained some time on me on the way back but luckily not enough.

So the lesson I have learned from today’s race is not to trust my monitor for paces blindly, especially when I’m running in shoes with incorrect calibration values. After I have corrected my downloaded data for the calibration my mile paces were:

1.0: 5:44

1.0: 6:17

1.0: 6:20

0.1: 6:19

It is obvious that I had killed myself on the first mile because of some crazy fast starters and my own stupidity of trusting the monitor for paces. Bottom line is that I still won the race and got a PR from it. I was really hoping to get under 19 minutes but that goal will just have to wait a couple more races…

Sunday I went and ran my usual long run, this time it was 11.1 miles on the Trinity Trail. I did it in 1:29. A lady caught up with me after 4.5 miles and we ran 2 miles together. She had 15 on tap and had a 3:30 marathon PR. It was nice to run with someone but she was clocking 7:40 miles so she dragged me along. It’s a good thing she stopped on the way back after 2 miles so I could settle into my own pace again. Then I went home put the bike rack on the car and drove back and repeated the same route with the family on the bike. My son in tow on a trail-a-bike and my 2 year old daughter in front of me sitting in a baby seat. My wife rode her own bike. We rode for 5 miles, stopped for lunch at Panera Bread then rode over to the playground and let the kids play. Then we rode back to the trail head. Total was 12 miles. We did it in 1:29. Kind of funny that our pace on the bike was almost the same as my pace while running.