“Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.” --J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, 2003.
A few weeks ago, I played hooky for a few hours and it was great. I didn’t go to the movies, or shopping, or fishing. (Think for a moment, where would you go if you were playing hooky?) I went to school—Southwest Middle School—where I had a date with the cross-country team.
When I was in school, girls didn’t have the option of running cross-country so I do not know a lot about how the sport is organized. Coach Gary Miller invited me to run with the team and I’d eagerly accepted. I was curious and excited as I drove through the gap and over to SWMS.
I parked my car and headed toward the cross-country team as they warmed up at the football field. I was surprised to find boys and girls together. It makes sense in that running is running, i.e., more gender-neutral than most other sports, but I had assumed there would be separate practices.
Coach Miller introduced me to the team and we chatted briefly about some of my running experiences. This was just after I’d run the Rushmore (Monumental Challenge) and Denver Marathons. The first is on the Mickelson trail while the latter is run entirely within Denver city streets, making for some marked contrasts. The group was anxious to get going, as was I, so I kept my remarks to a minimum and suggested we hit the streets. I was there to run! Accordingly, we looked to the coach for our instructions.
This was late in the season, so the run for that day was a longer one. Coach Miller explained that they practice every day after school except Friday, when they meet at 7:00 am. About once a week they do some sort of interval training, running shorter and faster, or uphill. Since these are very young runners, he tries to keep the intensity down. Early in the season, they might run out 10 minutes, turn around and come back. Using time instead of distance allows the better runners to go farther and gives him a sense of the varying strengths on the team.
The plan that day was to run to Common Cents and back, a distance of about 4 miles. One of the reasons the team wanted to get up and running was because an additional part of the plan involved Coach Miller springing for Slurpees (Slushies??) for each runner at the Common Cents Store in exchange for a promise that they run, and not walk the 2 miles back. My training drink is Accelerade, so I declined the offer, but I swear I did run both ways.
In fact, I ran 5 or so miles that day. I’ll explain why I got extra distance. When he’s not running with his team, Miller runs with the Black Hills Runners Club, as do I. He’s a little faster than me, which works out well. When we run together, I get to push my pace and he gets to talk while I listen. During our last few runs, he’d been telling me about an eighth grade girl on the team who has a lot of potential. He’d even compared her running style to mine. Her name is Kalie Maiden.
As the team was about to head out toward the Common Sense, Kalie and I were paired up to run together. In preparation for the upcoming All City meet, Kalie was running somewhat longer distances than the rest of the team. An extra mile or so was fine with me. We took off on her route at a brisk but companionable pace, allowing for some dialogue.
I learned that the All-City meet is the culmination of the middle school season, just as the high schools finish with their statewide competition. The team’s goal throughout the season is to run its best at that meet. All 5 middle schools compete, and medals are given out to the top 5 in each race. There are 6 races, boy & girls for 6th, 7th and 8th grades.
The day was a bit chillier than normal; I regretted not having my gloves, and Kalie had tucked her hands into her sleeves. Once we got moving, however, the nip in the air felt good. The leaves were turning beautifully but most were still on the trees, and the sun was in and out of the clouds. Kalie was the leader, as I had never run the route we took before, and she of course was quite familiar with it. We talked about running, school, other sports; Kalie was just over an injury so we compared notes on physical therapists and recovery techniques.
She told me about some past meets earlier in the year where she’d just missed coming in first. She was hoping to do well at the All City, but was a little concerned about the setback she’d experienced with the injury. On our way back to the school, she dutifully stopped and did her stretches.
There was nothing profound about our chat. We didn’t solve any problems or share any major insights. It was just comfortable conversation. Because of my work schedule, I most often run by myself. Running with someone is a pleasure. Running with someone who is at your pace (assuming Kalie wasn’t slowing down to be kind!) and easy to talk to is an even greater treat. I asked Kalie who she usually runs with at practice and she explained that she too usually runs alone as she often runs longer distances than the other team members.
While it was just a regular practice run for Kalie, it was an “eggshell” afternoon for me. Remember those large, confectionary eggs with the hole at one end you’d hold up to your eye and look into to find an entire scene in miniature inside the egg? That’s what I mean; in my mind’s eye, I have an image of running alongside Kalie on an autumn afternoon, delighting in learning a little about her, in running, in being entirely happy just to be exactly where I was at that moment.
I can’t say that I truly was remembering what it is like to be young, as intimated by the quote opening this article. After all, I had given myself license to play hooky for an hour or two while Kalie was having an ordinary day. We adults on the outside looking in at youth often fail to see their worries and the cares. She had homework to do after practice, the meet looming in the future, and all the other concerns of a young lady with goals and ambitions in life. Still, being in the midst of the team and spending time with Kalie filled me momentarily with that lightness of a limitless future so characteristic of youth.
Kalie and I met up with the team at the Common Cents; most everyone kept their word about running and not walking back. It’s clear there is a lot of fun built into the cross-country season. Twice during the season they run to a local park, meet the Stevens High kids and the West Middle kids and play running games. At another practice, the team faced an urban orienteering course. Everyone got a map and then ran around to find the points delineated on it. Coach Miller also tries to build in a game day on a weekly basis.
All too soon it was time to return to my “real” life. While I could not attend the All City Meet, I avidly poured over the results in the Journal in the days following. Kalie did win the All City Meet. She ran 12:40 in the 3000-meter race, well ahead of her nearest rival, who finished in 13:14. Congratulations, Kalie! Her time shows she could probably run a 5K in about 21:00, according to Coach Miller.
Running with someone from a different generation is invigorating. It provides an opportunity to gain new insights and to change your perspective, if only temporarily. Coach Miller invites parents to run with the team at any time, but I understand some of the kids may not be too encouraging if their folks indicate a willingness to do so. (Something about a “geek factor” there.) If you’re interested, but your children veto you running with their teams, there’s a group called “Girls on the Run of Pennington County,” you could contact. They describe themselves as “a life-changing, non-profit prevention program for young girls in the 3rd through 8th grade” whose mission is to "educate and prepare girls for a lifetime of self-respect and healthy living." Learn more at: http://www.gotrpennco.org/
In another Harry Potter book, J.K. Rowling wrote: “Age is foolish and forgetful when it underestimates youth.” (Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, 2005) Spend some time with young people in the days ahead; it might just make you wiser and smarter!
Monday, October 15, 2007
Sunday, September 30, 2007
RACING 101
Imagine a softball team comprised of several players striving to make their league’s playoffs while the remainder of the team sees the games as a time to play a little ball, drink a little beer, and have fun. Sounds like a bad experience all around for everyone, doesn’t it?
What value do you put on winning? Is competition the important element in sports or is the experience the thing you value? This is an ongoing issue for many of us. Witness the debate between parents who would like school sports to include every child who goes out for the team and those parents who want to have a merit based selection and participation process.
More so than in most other sports, running offers an outlet for people who compete at the most intense levels to those who run for the social and festive side of races. In a single race, Olympic hopefuls and elite runners may be jockeying for position at the front of the pack while folks in costumes and run/walkers pursue their own goals farther back. One of the intriguing aspects of running is how people change over time in terms of their attitude to competition. It is not uncommon for recreational runners to develop some competitive juices as their running habit becomes more ingrained.
How does this happen? At first, you take up running for health and fitness reasons. You start a run/walk program and find you develop the stamina to run a mile. It feels good! One mile becomes two miles. Friends notice and say: “You look good!” You see a 5K Run advert at the gym and consider working up to three miles. You register. Now you’re determined to add that third mile in your training so you can complete the entire run without walking.
Race day dawns. You have butterflies in your stomach and a race bib pinned to your shirt. Noticing the speedy young things at the front of the crowd, you find a place well back of the start. The gun goes off and you’re running, running faster than you’ve run on any of your training runs. The adrenalin, the other runners, the knowledge that you are in a race spurs you ahead. You are flying! Not wanting to run out of steam, you make yourself slow down and breath deeply, falling into a good pace for you. All around you are other runners. You actually pass some people who went out too fast and are now slowing down considerably.
Before you know it, you are crossing the finish line. You walk around a bit to catch your breath and keep your muscles moving, exchanging smiles and impressions with the other finishers. You get some water and some carbs, maybe a banana or bagel. You head over to the results board, where there’s a bit of a crowd. There is your number and your name.
There it is, for anyone to see. You finished your first race. Chances are, it will not be your last.
Perhaps this race has an awards ceremony, so you stick around and watch. You notice that not just the fastest runner is acknowledged. There are awards for both the fastest man and fastest woman. Then, there are awards for people by age groups. That nice 62 year old who finished not all that far ahead of you won an award in her age group. You go back to the results board and check out the winning times in your age group and compare it with your time. “Hmmm, I wonder what I could do to try and get faster,” you think.
And thus a recreational runner begins to turn into a competitive runner. Of course, there are varying degrees of being competitive. Sure, there are a small segment of folks who allow themselves to become obsessed, focusing every run and much of their non-running time on improving their times. Most runners find a balance, choosing to train for a race now and then, at which times they will become a bit more focused and might follow a training schedule designed by a running coach. These are available in books and often on line as well. The rest of the time, they incorporate running into their weekly schedules as a valued activity they practice either by themselves or with a running partner, and at times, with a running club.
Races are definitely fun; I see them as a celebration of running. Most of the time, I run alone. I love running with my club, the Black Hills Runners Club, but can only do about once a week, if that. Races bring together people of all ages and speeds, not to mention occupations, outlooks, and all the other qualities that make each of us unique. What we share is a love of running. While races are competitive, not everyone in the race is there to compete.
One of the best pieces of advice on racing I can pass along is this: “Never take finishing for granted.” This tenet, if you truly embrace it and keep it foremost in your heart and mind, will keep your running balanced. No matter what the distance, what the circumstances, know that you could pull up short with an injury, you could fall, any number of things might occur that would prevent you from finishing the race. Olympics fans might recall watching the women’s 3000-meter finals in the ’84 games when USA’s Mary Decker, bumped by a British runner, stumbled and fell, crushing her Olympic dreams into the track. Four years of sweat, toil, and training undone in an instant.
If you have run races in the past, hold on to that feeling you had when you finished your first race. The pride, the sense of accomplishment, the thrill of having achieved something you had only wondered at doing just a short time earlier; these are pure emotions worth reliving. Of course, it is fine to set loftier goals. You need to have a sense of how to pace yourself. A realistic estimate of how you think you’ll finish going at “race pace” is in order. It’s also good to set a second, faster goal—one that is at your outer limits and that would really please you if you were to reach it.
The trick is not to feel depressed at the end of the race should you fail to achieve those time goals you set. Sure, a little disappointment is in order. At some point, you’ll want to review what did not go as planned and what you learned from any mistakes or your experience. As difficult as they are, the races where you don’t do as well as you want are the best teachers. I went out too fast on an unseasonably warm day at a race one May and had a miserable final quarter. As a result, I am a much better runner in the heat today. And yes, I hung in there and finished, for which I am both grateful and proud. You put your disappointment in perspective so you walk away feeling good about something. Finishing—even if it isn’t pretty-- is an accomplishment.
John Bingham is a national columnist on running who calls himself and others like him “penguins.” He describes a penguin as person who runs for the joy of running, who is “consumed by the pleasure of movement.” Bingham runs races, and does so with verve, a smile, and an infectious spirit. He has a slightly different focus on finishing a race, as you can tell from his motto: “The miracle isn’t that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start.” On his website (http://www.johnbingham.com/penguin.html), he lists a number of ways you can tell if you might be a penguin. Some of them include:
--during a race, you keep turning around to see if there is still anyone behind you.
--you shoot a 24 shot roll of film during a marathon.
--the truck picking up the cones is pressing on your behind.
--you recognize all the regular runners on your favorite route from behind.
--the awards ceremony is over before you cross the finish line.
His sense of humor and open approach have inspired many people to get off the couch and start running. You can read more about John and his “Penguin Manifesto” in his book No Need for Speed.
If you are running or run/walking but have never thought before about entering a race, why not consider it? The lovely thing about running in a race is that people of all different abilities can compete in the same race and share that race experience. Unlike the softball team with its potentially warring factions (the strivers and the fun-seekers), a race has room for the seriously intense and the joyous penguins and for everyone in between.
One new runner once confided to me she was afraid to enter a race because she was she thought she’d be last. My response to that is that sure, someone always has to be last in the race. It might be you. How you do at any race on any day is always a function of who else shows up to run. You can feel bad about finishing last if you compare yourself to the other people in the race. You can deal yourself out of a potentially great time if you let that stop you from trying.
In the alternative, you can get up on race day, put on your shoes and go down to the start and register. Look around you and get excited about the race that is about to begin. Think about all the other people in town or in your social network who are not there, who are going to be perhaps surprised and impressed if you tell them you competed in a race. Runners are a pretty good group of people overall. We all started sometime, somewhere, and we’ll be really supportive if you tell us it is your first race. You’ll get lots of grins and congratulations from most if not all of the rest of pack, even if you do finish last.
Set your goals by your own internal standards. Finishing the race is a good goal. Having the courage to start, as John Bingham points out, is an even better one. And having fun is the best one of all. See you at the races!
What value do you put on winning? Is competition the important element in sports or is the experience the thing you value? This is an ongoing issue for many of us. Witness the debate between parents who would like school sports to include every child who goes out for the team and those parents who want to have a merit based selection and participation process.
More so than in most other sports, running offers an outlet for people who compete at the most intense levels to those who run for the social and festive side of races. In a single race, Olympic hopefuls and elite runners may be jockeying for position at the front of the pack while folks in costumes and run/walkers pursue their own goals farther back. One of the intriguing aspects of running is how people change over time in terms of their attitude to competition. It is not uncommon for recreational runners to develop some competitive juices as their running habit becomes more ingrained.
How does this happen? At first, you take up running for health and fitness reasons. You start a run/walk program and find you develop the stamina to run a mile. It feels good! One mile becomes two miles. Friends notice and say: “You look good!” You see a 5K Run advert at the gym and consider working up to three miles. You register. Now you’re determined to add that third mile in your training so you can complete the entire run without walking.
Race day dawns. You have butterflies in your stomach and a race bib pinned to your shirt. Noticing the speedy young things at the front of the crowd, you find a place well back of the start. The gun goes off and you’re running, running faster than you’ve run on any of your training runs. The adrenalin, the other runners, the knowledge that you are in a race spurs you ahead. You are flying! Not wanting to run out of steam, you make yourself slow down and breath deeply, falling into a good pace for you. All around you are other runners. You actually pass some people who went out too fast and are now slowing down considerably.
Before you know it, you are crossing the finish line. You walk around a bit to catch your breath and keep your muscles moving, exchanging smiles and impressions with the other finishers. You get some water and some carbs, maybe a banana or bagel. You head over to the results board, where there’s a bit of a crowd. There is your number and your name.
There it is, for anyone to see. You finished your first race. Chances are, it will not be your last.
Perhaps this race has an awards ceremony, so you stick around and watch. You notice that not just the fastest runner is acknowledged. There are awards for both the fastest man and fastest woman. Then, there are awards for people by age groups. That nice 62 year old who finished not all that far ahead of you won an award in her age group. You go back to the results board and check out the winning times in your age group and compare it with your time. “Hmmm, I wonder what I could do to try and get faster,” you think.
And thus a recreational runner begins to turn into a competitive runner. Of course, there are varying degrees of being competitive. Sure, there are a small segment of folks who allow themselves to become obsessed, focusing every run and much of their non-running time on improving their times. Most runners find a balance, choosing to train for a race now and then, at which times they will become a bit more focused and might follow a training schedule designed by a running coach. These are available in books and often on line as well. The rest of the time, they incorporate running into their weekly schedules as a valued activity they practice either by themselves or with a running partner, and at times, with a running club.
Races are definitely fun; I see them as a celebration of running. Most of the time, I run alone. I love running with my club, the Black Hills Runners Club, but can only do about once a week, if that. Races bring together people of all ages and speeds, not to mention occupations, outlooks, and all the other qualities that make each of us unique. What we share is a love of running. While races are competitive, not everyone in the race is there to compete.
One of the best pieces of advice on racing I can pass along is this: “Never take finishing for granted.” This tenet, if you truly embrace it and keep it foremost in your heart and mind, will keep your running balanced. No matter what the distance, what the circumstances, know that you could pull up short with an injury, you could fall, any number of things might occur that would prevent you from finishing the race. Olympics fans might recall watching the women’s 3000-meter finals in the ’84 games when USA’s Mary Decker, bumped by a British runner, stumbled and fell, crushing her Olympic dreams into the track. Four years of sweat, toil, and training undone in an instant.
If you have run races in the past, hold on to that feeling you had when you finished your first race. The pride, the sense of accomplishment, the thrill of having achieved something you had only wondered at doing just a short time earlier; these are pure emotions worth reliving. Of course, it is fine to set loftier goals. You need to have a sense of how to pace yourself. A realistic estimate of how you think you’ll finish going at “race pace” is in order. It’s also good to set a second, faster goal—one that is at your outer limits and that would really please you if you were to reach it.
The trick is not to feel depressed at the end of the race should you fail to achieve those time goals you set. Sure, a little disappointment is in order. At some point, you’ll want to review what did not go as planned and what you learned from any mistakes or your experience. As difficult as they are, the races where you don’t do as well as you want are the best teachers. I went out too fast on an unseasonably warm day at a race one May and had a miserable final quarter. As a result, I am a much better runner in the heat today. And yes, I hung in there and finished, for which I am both grateful and proud. You put your disappointment in perspective so you walk away feeling good about something. Finishing—even if it isn’t pretty-- is an accomplishment.
John Bingham is a national columnist on running who calls himself and others like him “penguins.” He describes a penguin as person who runs for the joy of running, who is “consumed by the pleasure of movement.” Bingham runs races, and does so with verve, a smile, and an infectious spirit. He has a slightly different focus on finishing a race, as you can tell from his motto: “The miracle isn’t that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start.” On his website (http://www.johnbingham.com/penguin.html), he lists a number of ways you can tell if you might be a penguin. Some of them include:
--during a race, you keep turning around to see if there is still anyone behind you.
--you shoot a 24 shot roll of film during a marathon.
--the truck picking up the cones is pressing on your behind.
--you recognize all the regular runners on your favorite route from behind.
--the awards ceremony is over before you cross the finish line.
His sense of humor and open approach have inspired many people to get off the couch and start running. You can read more about John and his “Penguin Manifesto” in his book No Need for Speed.
If you are running or run/walking but have never thought before about entering a race, why not consider it? The lovely thing about running in a race is that people of all different abilities can compete in the same race and share that race experience. Unlike the softball team with its potentially warring factions (the strivers and the fun-seekers), a race has room for the seriously intense and the joyous penguins and for everyone in between.
One new runner once confided to me she was afraid to enter a race because she was she thought she’d be last. My response to that is that sure, someone always has to be last in the race. It might be you. How you do at any race on any day is always a function of who else shows up to run. You can feel bad about finishing last if you compare yourself to the other people in the race. You can deal yourself out of a potentially great time if you let that stop you from trying.
In the alternative, you can get up on race day, put on your shoes and go down to the start and register. Look around you and get excited about the race that is about to begin. Think about all the other people in town or in your social network who are not there, who are going to be perhaps surprised and impressed if you tell them you competed in a race. Runners are a pretty good group of people overall. We all started sometime, somewhere, and we’ll be really supportive if you tell us it is your first race. You’ll get lots of grins and congratulations from most if not all of the rest of pack, even if you do finish last.
Set your goals by your own internal standards. Finishing the race is a good goal. Having the courage to start, as John Bingham points out, is an even better one. And having fun is the best one of all. See you at the races!
Saturday, September 15, 2007
NORTH TO ALASKA!
Most South Dakotans know that Pierre is one of only a handfull (5) of state capitals not served by an interstate highway. Perhaps fewer of us are aware that one of the other four not only lacks an interstate, it is totally unreachable by any sort of road or trail. Juneau, Alaska is accessible only by sea or air travel. There are roads and cars, but all end; the main highway’s stopping point is referred to by residents fittingly as “End of the Road.”
Having run a marathon in at least 30 states, I was in the market for an Alaskan marathon to add to my expereinces. Juneau offers a small, well-established one in August, featuring cool weather, a scenic, uncomplicated course, and fresh grilled salmon free to all finishers at the end of the run. Given the spate of 100+ degree days we’d been experiencing in the Black Hills this summer coupled with my penchant for seafood, this race beckoned. (Needless to say, it helps that my husband is an avid traveller, even in this day of airport snafus and aggravation.)
Rule number one in travelling to a marathon is get a room first. We’d decided relatively late to try this trip, and were lucky enough to find a place complete with a fully equipped kitchette that wasn’t too spendy. Registering for the race and booking a flight were more easily accomplished. Next steps were directly to the Rapid City Library where I found the Lonely Planet’s guide to Alaska along with Alaska for Dummies. My husband checked out an Alaskan travel DVD and Jonathan Raban’s Passage to Juneau. Much more than a travelogue, the Raban book descibes a voyage he made through the inner passage from Seattle to Juneau, while exploring both the histroy of the area and some personal emotional journies of his own.
Anticipation is one of the essential parts of travel. We eagerly awaited the start of our trip, taking delight in packing decisions involving jackets and heavier warm-up pants for the 50 degree nights and early mornings in our future. Summer’s great; I love it, but running when it’s over 90 isn’t recommended, and with good reason! The climate change became more real once we were in the Alaskan Airlines part of the Seattle terminal, observing folks deplaning from Alaska in jackets.
Arriving on Wednesday, I had several days before the race on Saturday and got in some easy sight-seeing runs, including one 7 miler on a delightfully sunny Thursday afternoon. Juneau is in what is described as a “temperate rainforest” and the array of plants and trees are astounding. There are a number of hiking trails in and around town. Friday’s packet pick-up was at the Goldbelt Hotel; I made arrangements with Steve, a runner from Ventura Beach to get a ride to the start, across the bay in Douglas.
Race day dawned overcast and mild, just perfect for marathoning. We arrived at the start, where I happily greeted Rob Lopez, a Maniac friend from Seattle. Rob ran the course last year; this year, he is running and raising money for breast cancer research, attired in a bright pink shirt. I also bumped into fellow Black Hills Running Club member Gary Miller, in Alaska for a family wedding and there in anticipation of the half-marathon to start later on in the day.
We marathoners lined up, met a few fellow runners, including a first time marathoner from Cocoa beach, Florida and another Floridian from Naples. They were fairly ecstatic about the weather as they traded comparisons on who had to contend with more humidity back home.
At the start, we saw Shawn Miller, who would go on to win the race. About the only other time we saw him on the course was as we headed toward (and he had long since made) the turn-around at the 13 mile mark. He finished 40 minutes ahead of the second place runner with a blazing 2:33. Rob and I ran the first half of the race together, chatting amicably at times and also just enjoying stretches of companionable silence while we took in the beauty around us, occassionally pointing out an eagle or one of the many narrow ribbons of waterfalls that cascaded down the hills to our left. To our right was the bay, and, as we neared the turn-around, the Mendenhall Glacier. Rob waved me on at the point so I was mostly solo for several miles with the glorious view of the Glacier to contemplate. This was just an awe-inspiring vista and truly eclipsed the description of the course as being “scenic.”
I’d noticed at the turn-around there was just one other woman ahead of me. (Remember, it was a very small marathon.) Since I was feeling great, running in high 50 degree weather at sea level, I increased my pace just a notch to see what might happen. Sure enough, around mile 17 I caught her. Kate is 28 and from Juneau, I learned as we chatted a bit before I moved ahead.
There was a half marathon that started 2 hours after we did, an out and back on our same course. Just as I approached their turn-around (6.55 miles from the finish), the lead runners were making their turns. A number of half marathoners passed me, of course, as they were running a faster pace and I got to see a great many more coming at me. It was a pleasant change to be surrounded by so many people after the previous solitude. The peaceful nature of the middle of the run was wonderful, but having company for those final 6 miles helped with the fatigue that sets in no matter how good you felt at the halfway mark.
I crossed the finish line in 3:31, 4th overall and the first woman. The finishers medal is a raven head in the style of one of the Native American tribes of the area. There was a fantastic feast awaiting us; grilled burgers, hot dogs, and abundant salmon. While we ate (and there was a massage corner, for those runners wanting some loosening up), the awards were given out and a woman who had completed her quest to run a marathon in all 50 states was acknowledged.
While I hope that every marathon is one I’ll remember, I know that this one will always have a special place in my mind’s eye. That’s not just because of my finish. I’d remember this one for the beauty of the land alone. Factor in the outstanding welcome provided by all of the race volunteers who take demonstrable pride in putting on a first-class event and you have one truly unforgettable experience.
Having run a marathon in at least 30 states, I was in the market for an Alaskan marathon to add to my expereinces. Juneau offers a small, well-established one in August, featuring cool weather, a scenic, uncomplicated course, and fresh grilled salmon free to all finishers at the end of the run. Given the spate of 100+ degree days we’d been experiencing in the Black Hills this summer coupled with my penchant for seafood, this race beckoned. (Needless to say, it helps that my husband is an avid traveller, even in this day of airport snafus and aggravation.)
Rule number one in travelling to a marathon is get a room first. We’d decided relatively late to try this trip, and were lucky enough to find a place complete with a fully equipped kitchette that wasn’t too spendy. Registering for the race and booking a flight were more easily accomplished. Next steps were directly to the Rapid City Library where I found the Lonely Planet’s guide to Alaska along with Alaska for Dummies. My husband checked out an Alaskan travel DVD and Jonathan Raban’s Passage to Juneau. Much more than a travelogue, the Raban book descibes a voyage he made through the inner passage from Seattle to Juneau, while exploring both the histroy of the area and some personal emotional journies of his own.
Anticipation is one of the essential parts of travel. We eagerly awaited the start of our trip, taking delight in packing decisions involving jackets and heavier warm-up pants for the 50 degree nights and early mornings in our future. Summer’s great; I love it, but running when it’s over 90 isn’t recommended, and with good reason! The climate change became more real once we were in the Alaskan Airlines part of the Seattle terminal, observing folks deplaning from Alaska in jackets.
Arriving on Wednesday, I had several days before the race on Saturday and got in some easy sight-seeing runs, including one 7 miler on a delightfully sunny Thursday afternoon. Juneau is in what is described as a “temperate rainforest” and the array of plants and trees are astounding. There are a number of hiking trails in and around town. Friday’s packet pick-up was at the Goldbelt Hotel; I made arrangements with Steve, a runner from Ventura Beach to get a ride to the start, across the bay in Douglas.
Race day dawned overcast and mild, just perfect for marathoning. We arrived at the start, where I happily greeted Rob Lopez, a Maniac friend from Seattle. Rob ran the course last year; this year, he is running and raising money for breast cancer research, attired in a bright pink shirt. I also bumped into fellow Black Hills Running Club member Gary Miller, in Alaska for a family wedding and there in anticipation of the half-marathon to start later on in the day.
We marathoners lined up, met a few fellow runners, including a first time marathoner from Cocoa beach, Florida and another Floridian from Naples. They were fairly ecstatic about the weather as they traded comparisons on who had to contend with more humidity back home.
At the start, we saw Shawn Miller, who would go on to win the race. About the only other time we saw him on the course was as we headed toward (and he had long since made) the turn-around at the 13 mile mark. He finished 40 minutes ahead of the second place runner with a blazing 2:33. Rob and I ran the first half of the race together, chatting amicably at times and also just enjoying stretches of companionable silence while we took in the beauty around us, occassionally pointing out an eagle or one of the many narrow ribbons of waterfalls that cascaded down the hills to our left. To our right was the bay, and, as we neared the turn-around, the Mendenhall Glacier. Rob waved me on at the point so I was mostly solo for several miles with the glorious view of the Glacier to contemplate. This was just an awe-inspiring vista and truly eclipsed the description of the course as being “scenic.”
I’d noticed at the turn-around there was just one other woman ahead of me. (Remember, it was a very small marathon.) Since I was feeling great, running in high 50 degree weather at sea level, I increased my pace just a notch to see what might happen. Sure enough, around mile 17 I caught her. Kate is 28 and from Juneau, I learned as we chatted a bit before I moved ahead.
There was a half marathon that started 2 hours after we did, an out and back on our same course. Just as I approached their turn-around (6.55 miles from the finish), the lead runners were making their turns. A number of half marathoners passed me, of course, as they were running a faster pace and I got to see a great many more coming at me. It was a pleasant change to be surrounded by so many people after the previous solitude. The peaceful nature of the middle of the run was wonderful, but having company for those final 6 miles helped with the fatigue that sets in no matter how good you felt at the halfway mark.
I crossed the finish line in 3:31, 4th overall and the first woman. The finishers medal is a raven head in the style of one of the Native American tribes of the area. There was a fantastic feast awaiting us; grilled burgers, hot dogs, and abundant salmon. While we ate (and there was a massage corner, for those runners wanting some loosening up), the awards were given out and a woman who had completed her quest to run a marathon in all 50 states was acknowledged.
While I hope that every marathon is one I’ll remember, I know that this one will always have a special place in my mind’s eye. That’s not just because of my finish. I’d remember this one for the beauty of the land alone. Factor in the outstanding welcome provided by all of the race volunteers who take demonstrable pride in putting on a first-class event and you have one truly unforgettable experience.
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