Saturday, October 13, 2018

Inspire No More?

A strange thing happened in Victoria this month.

I bought a totally different shoe.

I have been running in Mizuno Wave Inspires (neat tie in with my #runinspired theme, eh?) forever now. But I've been curious to try out the new Hoka One One Arahi shoe. I finally broke down and did it.

So far I have only walked in it. It is very comfy, and light for a stability shoe. I will have to get some runs in before making a true judgement on them.

Don't worry, the inspire them isn't going away soon. I have three unopened pairs for next spring, and will kill a couple of older pairs over the course of the winter.

Sunday, October 7, 2018


I managed to gut out a 1:32 half marathon in Victoria on Thanksgiving. That was not the sub-1:30 race I had been hoping for, but it was a good race and a great day. It is the end of a great running season for me.

And that, on this Thanksgiving weekend, is one of many things I have to be grateful for.

There's a bunch of excuses I could list as to why sub-1:30 didn't happen, but that's silly.  Although finishing well ahead of the 1:30 pacer was annoying. I knew I was struggling a bit so I just zoned out for the final third of the course. I kept telling myself don't panic, as long as you don't see the pacer you're good. I never did, but I know he never passed me. By the time I went for the final 1600m push it was too late. The goal was out of reach.

The real reason is I did not achieve the goal today was I did not flow.

I wrote in the past about the mental zone one can enter when totally in the now, concentrating and achieving the goal at hand. It makes everything so much easier. But it is elusive and never guaranteed. And it did not happen today.

The worse was the plantar fasciitis flare up half way through the race. Without flow I had to fight through every step, each of which hurt. It still hurts, but with the racing season now over I can hopefully let it heal up.

Though today's goal was not meant, bigger goals were.

First and foremost, this capped off a very successful comeback season for me. I have said for several weeks now I feel like I am on the verge of a breakthrough, though I also said it wasn't likely to happen until next year. I need another training cycle, and to somehow figure out how to maintain what I've gained through winter.

Another goal of mine is to always be a consistent 40 minute 10km racer and 1:30 half marathoner going through to my 50s. That consistency is, in my mind, a very admirable goal to have. And it allows you to always be open to the possibility that any given day might be THE day where a breakthrough happens. 

It was a great day for Skeena Valley Runners, with many others achieving inspiring results today. Everyone I have talked to, mostly in Victoria but also at other races, had fantastic days. 

And that, on Thanksgiving, is what we should always achieve. Something to be grateful for. Something to find inspiration from. Somehow inspire others. Because today might be the day.


Sunday, September 30, 2018

One Week, Zero Pressure

Less than one week to go. Less than one week to my last race of the season: the Victoria Goodlife Half Marathon.

This is my 2nd go at this beautiful course. In 2016 I ran my personal best half here, a 1:30. In 2014 I ran the full Victoria marathon.

I was still an emerging runner back then. Every race was a victory for me, in my own mind anyway. But by 2017 I was struggling to find my running identity. I wasn't a full marathoner or, god forbid, an ultramarathoner, like my training partners. No, the half is my game, and I want to play.

The problem is no one respects the half marathoners. If I hear "just the half" one more time I swear I'm going to strangle that person. It is "just" as a significant accomplishment in every way.

That helped lead me to struggle to keep my own perceptions of myself as a bad ass runner against endurance kings and younger phenoms led me to overtrain in 2017.  But in 2018 I'm back. I eliminated whatever pre-conceived notions I had. And I'm back. Winning races. Challenging bests. Kicking ass. Old guy kicking ass.

I still feel like I'm on the verge of really emerging as my best as a runner, and am really, really, really looking forward to 2019. But as I approach the last race of 2018, I feel zero pressure. Though I have a time goal, I really don't care. I have truly enjoyed the journey to this point. That truly has been the reward. Race day is going to be a fantastic day. A day to celebrate my running season.

But it is another day on the journey to achieving my running best. And that day is not next weekend. It is many more weeks, months, maybe even years away. It is a journey I am so looking forward to!

Wednesday, September 26, 2018


The GoodLife Fitness Marathon in Victoria is less than 2 weeks away. I will be returning to this race for the first time since 2016 and I will again be running the half marathon.

The race is 5 weeks after my Texada Island half marathon win, so I put in three weeks of quality workouts and now am on taper. It seems highly unlikely that I could improve much in three weeks, but I focused on distance.

In the two months before Texada Island I only had two training runs that exceeded the race distance of 21.1km - both 24km runs. I noted that I was slowing down for the final couple of km on Texada. Perhaps this was because I was so far ahead of everyone that I just did not have that push. Or perhaps it was because I did not do enough long runs.

Betting on the latter, I put in six training runs longer than race distance in the three weeks after Texada, with the longest run being just shy of 27km. I hope that allows me to run a little longer in Victoria.

It's funny how Texada consumed me all summer, yet this Victoria race now seems like just another day. Maybe whatever pressure I put on myself is off after such a successful race in Texada. Maybe subconsciously I'm telling myself just enjoy Victoria, you had your great race this year already. Or perhaps its because Victoria is such a familiar course, race and city to me. So much of the unknown associated with most races is actually known to me.

I enter the taper with a slight concern. I seem to have a bit of a grump ligament in the hamstring area on the left leg. I had this when I tapered for Texada, too. I will manage it as best I can and get through my race, hopefully with a new PR. But then I think it's time to shut things down for a little bit, and let the body recover from a very successful season of running.

That season included 9th place finish (out of 1600) in Oak Bay, a memorable debut run in the Prince Rupert to Terrace relay, and the Texada Island win, as well as serving as race director for Skeena Valley Runners first two events. My season was not full of many races, but many learning opportunities in training. They say the journey is the reward, and I have found that to be true this year in my running.

Monday, August 27, 2018

Don't Run. Flow.

The goal had always been the same since late 2017 when we decided we were going to spend the end of August vacationing on the little-known British Columbia gem known as Texada Island.

I wanted to WIN the half marathon there.

Not just the masters' division. The whole race, young punks included. No time goals. Just the audacious goal of winning - a goal I never actually set even though I previously have won two races outright in the past.

Mission accomplished. 

Rob MacWilliam and his fantastic gang of locals put on a tremendous though small event. And to say it is a challenging course is an understatement. With pot-holed back roads and huge inclines, especially early in the course, this is not the easiest race around. Not even close.

I trained very hard all summer, with lots of trail and road ascents, and an average of 75km of running a week. Beyond that I did what I do best - gained advantages through research. I knew every nook and cranny of the course, studied every recorded Strava run on it and, quite seriously, stalked my competition. I knew ahead of time who the competition were, and what they were capable of.

That being said, I was full of self doubt until I got to the island and could actually see the course for myself a full day before the race. That is when I knew I was ready. The course had me freaked out for weeks all summer. Hills are not my specialty. Trail running - which is essentially what large segments of the course are - is not my specialty. Based on the intel I gathered about my competitors, I knew I was in the hunt for the win. But it took until just hours until race day before I knew that I would conquer the course first and foremost.

Conquer it I did. I raced a 1:32, a full five minutes ahead of the second place finisher. I had never really set a time goal for this course, though I had told myself if I could get 1:35 with all the hills, I would be happy. Needless to say I'm quite thrilled with a 1:32. My PR is 1:30 and I think had today been on a flat course, I could have broken that.

My original strategy was to race this tactically. My usual race pattern is to quickly fall into my rhythm and desired pace and just go with it. This time I had every intention of sticking with the lead pack - and with one runner in particular - until we got through the worst of the hills. Then I would make a decision as to when to try to break from this small pack and gun it home.

It was a sound strategy, but I failed to follow it. Thankfully.

From the start I headed out with this guy from New West who I thought was going to be my main competition. We were doing 4:25/km pace or so, but on the very first hill maybe 500m into the race he dropped back and disappeared. 

The first km is actually a loop of the village of Van Anda, and we were going back past the school where we started. With Charmaine and the crowd down the hill I decided to race in and, much to Charmaine's amazement, I had obviously already dropped the plan and was running how I run best. Gunning it.

The cheer of the crowd was nice. But I noticed something interesting. Before the next cheer erupted to welcome the next runners I had already moved on quite a nice distance. 

I continued to gun it for the next couple of km before the course veered off the pavement and onto the rough uphill roads. I would completely follow my strategy here - run by effort. Keep the breathing under control and just do what you have to do to get the job done.

Before I left the road for the trails I took a quick look back. I did not see my expected competition anywhere. I only saw one fellow back there, and probably 500m back. I had done my homework on him and didn't think he was a threat. He would run the best race of his life though, setting a new PR on a very tough course. He is an up and coming runner for sure.

The off road section continued on past the 7th km, and I was able to "do what I had to do" with time splits that shocked me. I was flying. 

More importantly. I was fully in flow.

Flow is something I've been working very hard to understand and cultivate in my running and other aspects of my life. By being fully in the now and giving full concentration to the task, you are able to enter this almost super-human state where everything seems to be just easy. Pro athletes call it being in the zone. Everyone from writers to piano players can experience it. You are so fully immersed in what you are doing you lose sense of time and space. It is this natural high that is very addictive. 

I have studied this phenomenon that comes to me with all my best races. And I worked hard to set all the conditions for it occur on race days. So I was ecstatic when I entered it so quickly on this race. At that point I knew I would accomplish the goal at hand.

In fact, I was so immersed that I did not even notice a gory scene on the course that was the talk of many of the runners at the finish line. A poor deer must have been hit by a car, and his carcass was on the side of the road. Half a dozen vultures - I don't think I've ever seen vultures before - were feasting upon it. I ran right by and never saw a thing. 

By the time Charmaine drove past me on the highway I was already past the half way point. She thought something had gone wrong because she was shocked to see me so far ahead of the others. She feared I hurt myself on the trail until she found me.

It's a good thing she did find me at that point because it was not much longer before I had to once again veer off the pavement and through some gravel roads before returning to the pavement. It was at that turnoff there that I seemed to especially shock the volunteers. None of them seemed ready or expecting me. It was kind of a neat feeling.

When I returned to the roads I knew my reward was waiting. There was about a 3km stretch of paved downhill where I was just going to pound it had my expected competition still had been with me. I really tried never to look back and see how far they were behind. But I could tell from the lack of cheering at the many aid stations that no one was near.

So I flew down the hills into Gillies Bay at a controlled 4:00/km pace, thinking I would at least hold that lead. I wanted save something for the final 5km of the race just in case the competition showed up. The guy from New West is an avid cyclist and I knew he'd have a huge aerobic base and I suspected he finished strong. Twice I looked back on the longer straight stretches, but I was all alone.

Much of the run through Gillies Bay to the finish at Shelter Point park is a 3km incline that would have to be described as deceptively tough. I slowed here a bit, partly because I knew there was no push from behind. I fell out of flow at this late stage and was just getting through the hill until the nice downhill spring into the spectacular Shelter Point park.

I was the first runner to arrive - a marathon and 8km race was also being raced at the same time with all runners ending at the same spot, but I beat them all to the finish. I raised my fist in victory as I could see the photographer straight ahead of me. I had accomplished my goal.

I wanted this accomplishment partly to re-assert my return to form after overtraining in 2017. But as 2018 went on I wanted this accomplishment also as a form of validation. So many other top runners I know pay a lot of money for professional coaching and the results are impressive. While I relied heavily on advice from other Skeena Valley Runners - namely Sheldon, Derek, Adrienne and Brent - I accomplished this goal uncoached and on my own. I know I know my running ability better than if I was coached by an out-of-towner. 

I also know the coaches are not teaching the secret to ultimate running performance: flow. And it is so very addictive that I can't wait to run again.

Sunday, August 12, 2018


So I have been quiet for several weeks.

Part of me has been very busy with organizing King of the Mountain. It is such a big undertaking, especially the seeking of sponsorships, and it can leave you exhausted before you can focus on your own running, coupled with the fact that I get up at 4am for work.

King of the Mountain deserves it's own post, but I'm low on time. There was so many great stories - from my buddy Derek winning to the inspirational story of Kurt Schlegel. Kurt shows up at every race. he is usually the oldest one there and generally finishes last. But he loves everything about racing. He took a bad fall on the mountain this weekend, and became dehydrated as well. But he persevered and refused to stop. He came to the finish and he, too, was a King of the Mountain every bit as much as Derek.

Part of me has been busy training away for the Texada Island Run The Rock Half Marathon. It's just days away now. August 26th.

In theory, I should be able to do really well at this race. There's only 51 racers as of this writing. I've tried scouting them out where possible, be it on Strava or various race results websites. Yes, I'm that kind of guy. And I should be in the hunt.

I've put in big weeks, average 75km a week for the last 7km. Texada is very hilly, and uses abandoned mining roads largely.  So I focused on vertical gain. I've averaged over 1200m of vertical gain each week, and tried to use gravel or trail where possible. That is by far the most vert I've done. I hate hills.

Where I went wrong was on the vert. I just accumulated large totals of running uphill at a steady and aerobic pace. I falsely believed the running uphill is like speedwork in disguise. I didn't focus nearly enough on speedwork at all this summer, partly because it has been so very hot. And partly because speed is my game. I always trust it to be there when I need it. But now come race day, I seemed to have lost it.

You don't really lose speed. But if you train poorly and that will slow you down. And ultimately that is what I have done. My legs seem dead at times. I did great on the aerobic end of things, the 80% in the 80/20 running theory. But I didn't do well at all in the 20% where the speedwork pays off. 80/20 only works well if a) you honour the 80% easy running but also b) nail the 20% hard running.

There were other areas to improve my training too, of course. The heat never helped. And, and this is a biggie, I had trouble finding the right training partner for most of my runs. Life schedules are like that.

So I go to Texada Island in a poor place mentally for the race. I have a game plan, but I don't know if I can sustain it. It might be a very long run where I will be forced to salvage other wins other than time or place. Throw in variables such as the hills (and I'm not a good hill racer) and the air quality (bad forest fires from Vancouver Island have residents faced with daily warnings about the smoke), and this is a wildly unpredictable event. Of course, everyone else faces the same variables.

Today I should have done a 2 hour long run with a fast finish to gain confidence for this race. Normally at this point I can do that with ease and know I'm ready to roar. Today I decided to screw it. I went up Steinhoe Trail and just ran aerobically. And I loved it. It was one of my favorite runs, and I haven't had a lot of really enjoyable runs this summer. I truly enjoyed this one.

So while I have Texada upon me, and the Cannery and Victoria soon after, there is a big part of me that is returning to that realization we have talked about before - that finishing time and place is irrelevant. Those are not the goals to be chased even on race day. There are more important things to achieve with every run. Everyone knows that a runner who is enjoying the run is the most dangerous runner in the race.

And with that proper mindset I will prove to myself if no one else that I am the kick-ass runner that I want to be.

Sunday, June 3, 2018


This may surprise people, but Saturday was the first time I have ever competed in the Skeena River Relay.

The Skeena River Relay is the grand-daddy of running events in the north, as 30 teams of 10 runners race 142 kilometers from Prince Rupert to Terrace.

Skeena Valley Runners entered a team this year. Originally I was looking to put together a masters team full of ol' geezers like me, but when you are the president of Skeena Valley Runners you do as your told. And Adrienne told me I was on this team.

And happily so. What a great group of inspiring people. Yes, Adrienne and Brent and ultra-man James were there, but we had such inspiring stories with every runner. Adam and Sheldon coming off of injuries to push their running journey forward. Sarah and Karin giving it everything they had. James and Steph, undoubtedly in a hurry to get home to their newborn. And the kid Owen Block, pinch-hitting for us last second and nearly win his leg outright.

I chose the very first leg, which meant a 7am start and hotel room overnight. Problem was when I agreed to that I did not know I would spend the previous week touring around Vancouver Island. By the time I got into Terrace and drove to Rupert it was nearly 11pm. Alarm was set for 5am.

Add in the fact that I had raced only a week before and my overnight heart rate was sky high for unknown reasons, and I guess it should have been obvious I was going to struggle a little bit in this hilly race. I placed third, not so far behind my buddy Derek and quite a bit ahead of everyone else. I was just under 59 minutes.

My dream goal was to beat Derek, but the guy is a machine right now. My real goal was to hit 58 minutes, but I just never found the rhythm to do that on this run. My heart rate and breathing were really strong, but my legs (or should I say brain) just didn't have enough juice to push much harder. I did hit my spoken goal of being under 60 minutes, but I was a little bit disappointed.

That changed when I got home and was looking at historical times of this opening leg. In the previous six years only eight runners bettered the 60 minute mark. I feel I joined some pretty good company on this day.

While I did get to see my teammates at the finish line, I really did not get to taste much of the true relay excitement at the various exchange points. Instead I had a wonderful day with my daughter Kylie in Rupert. Fish and chips and exploring the town are always fun things to do in Rupert.

It was my first relay, but it won't be my last.

Inspire No More?

A strange thing happened in Victoria this month. I bought a totally different shoe. I have been running in Mizuno Wave Inspires (neat ti...