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2018 Oktoberun Half Marathon Race Report – Redwood City, CA

2018 Oktoberun Half Marathon Race Report – Redwood City, CA

My restrictive schedule over the past few weeks made sneaking in a half marathon tune-up race, ideally about a month out from CIM, pretty challenging. There are definitely many HM options in the Bay Area at this time/all times of the year; it’s just that very few of them worked for me because of other, non-running commitments I’ve had on my weekend calendar (all good things though!). 

Plus, to be honest, HMs intimidate me, and especially in the throes of marathon training. That intimidation isn’t enough to completely turn me off from doing them during training, but it does make me less-than-enthusiastic to register for them. Typically, I often don’t perform better than GMP, in terms of my time, and of late, my HMs have been beset by other annoying externalities that negatively affect my performance (such as the weather, a challenging course topography, and the ever-popular GI issues mid-run). It’s certainly not the end of the world, but it’s definitely annoying.

Eventually, I came upon Redwood City’s Oktoberun half marathon, scheduled about 5 weeks out from CIM, on the last Sunday in October, and somewhat miraculously, it worked with my schedule. From what I could glean about the course, and from what I remembered from reading my peers’ RRs from previous years, the course would be flat and fast, and the whole shebang would be a fairly no-frills, inexpensive experience. That’ll work! RC is just about 26 miles up the peninsula, about halfway between here and SF, which was also convenient.

race logo. in case you were wondering.

 

Coach Lisa’s plan for the day was that I’d run the first four miles around GMP and then run HM for the remaining nine, with the option to pick it up at the end, depending on how I felt. I’d take SiS at about miles 4-5 and then again around 9-10 and would supplement with fluids as often as my stomach could handle it. By approaching the race as a long run workout, I didn’t feel any pressure to necessarily “race race” or perform, which was great. Instead, I merely had to focus on executing the workout as prescribed. (There’s probably just a slight difference in semantics between “performing” and “executing,” but to me, the difference is substantial).

After a super easy warm-up mile, singular, and then chatting with the many friends I saw that morning (Robin, Margot, Sesa, Jen, Angela, Claire and Patrick, and more I’m surely forgetting, sorry), we were off. It was pretty perfect racing weather, and I was feeling really good from the start. I caught up to the 1:40 pacer, who — delightfully — was my buddy, Sarbajeet. We hadn’t seen each other in a while, so it was great to catch up with him and talk about CIM plans, how he’s going to Boston for the first time in 2019, family happenings,  and all types of dorky runner stuff that just makes my heart sing. Staying with him for the first four miles was also excellent because it helped me to stay honest about my pacing and to better follow Lisa’s plans for the day. I felt comfortable and had no problem running my mouth while keeping GMPish, which was encouraging.

Aside from maybe the first (and then final) mile of the course, most everything else was on the Bay Trail and/or through little HOAs that abut the Bay Trail. It seemed that very little of the “Redwood City” race was actually in the city, proper, and with no redwoods to be seen, and that we instead spent a lot of time alternating between running next to 101, running through HOAs, and then running on sections of the Bay Trail that were pavement, dirt, or loose gravel. I imagine it’s way less money for the race to get permits when they set up races in this way — as opposed to shutting down entire swaths of a city — but it can get monotonous at times. Fortunately, I couldn’t recall ever running on those sections of the Bay Trail (and had spent very little time in RC before), so I was trying to take in the scenery while doing my workout. If nothing else, it was nice to be away from cars and roads open to vehicular traffic.

running by water … guess who took this picture?!

Soon after I split from Sarbajeet and his pace group at mile 4, I downed an SiS gel and concentrated on hitting the HM pace range targets that Lisa had set for me. It meant dropping from a 7:33/7:40ish to 7:09/7:16ish, and more than that, it meant not being an idiot at mile five of a HM. I think part of the reason I have historically struggled with this distance is because I go out like I’m doing a mile time trial or something (note to self: a HM is not a 5k or a mile; don’t run it like one) and then I just taaaaaaaank and finish completely demoralized. At this race, I was determined *not* to do that and found myself really focused on staying in each mile and thinking about how the mile *felt* versus what I was reading on my watch. I was hopeful that I could do what Lisa told me to do.

A quick aside: for reasons inexplicable to me, during this training cycle for CIM, I have found that I’m looking less and less often at my watch, even during workouts and races. Instead, I’ve been relying more on my perceived effort and using that to guide me to work harder or to ease up. I find this especially interesting because it wasn’t as though I ever really clock-watched all that much during races or workouts in the first place, before this cycle. Now, however, I almost feel like I could ditch the watch altogether because I’m barely referring to it mid-run for pacing feedback (though admittedly, I think I’ll always wear something just to have the data points later down the line). If anything, I glance at it during races/runs/workouts to check on the time of day or on the mileage, but I’m barely looking at the paces most of the time. I’m not sure what to make of it. 

chasing down someone about half my age and not be able to see at all (thanks sun)

Anyway, the nine mile workout portion felt pretty good overall, and I was completely surprised to see Lisa pull up alongside me on her bike around mile 6 or so, just shortly after I began the harder running portion of the race. We chatted briefly before she left, and by about mile 7ish, runners did a quick U-turn and began their journeys back to downtown RC. Along the way, I gave and received so many side fives from friends on various portions of their outs/backs that strangers were visibly and audibly laughing at me over it, which was fantastic. (There really is nothing like a solid side-five shared with friends mid-race). It was especially curious when Robin and I side-fived and my hand had dirt in it afterward — ohmygosh did she fall mid-race?! How did she fall?? Is she ok!? How is this going to affect her PR attempt?! — but aside from trying to Sherlock about this mystery dirt presence for a few miles, the side-fives were awesome little pick-me-ups that stayed with me for a while. (Note: Robin did fall, and she was fine. Her words. And I think she still eked out a PR like a boss. Cray).

TFW when your coach/teammate/friend/inspo pulls up alongside you mid-race, rather unexpectedly (PS where’s your helmet?!?)

By about mile nine, my legs were beginning to feel tired and sorta powerless, like every footfall I took into the dirt/gravel mix took way more energy to propel myself forward than it should. I felt like every step I was taking was just making me sink more and more deeply into the ground, which made for an interesting strength workout mid-HM. Must! Pick! Up! Legs! Come! On! Hamstrings! I had a lot of moments with myself over this — convincing myself that it was in my head, or that I was tired from the cumulative fatigue of training, and that I wasn’t tapered at all (by design) for this race, since I had just done a workout a few days prior, all that stuff — and just kept keeping on. What else are you going to do in a race, ya know? You can stop, yes, but you still have to get back to the finish line somehow. You could slow down, sure, but it’ll still just take longer to get back. The fastest way out is through. I tried to just keep grinding and began playing the “30 minutes of running left, that’s like 1 minute 30 times; I can run for 1 minute 30 times” mental BS that we all surely subject ourselves to when we get tired. It works!

the scenery was pretty, for the most part anyway (save for when we were adjacent to 101). 

When I wasn’t playing that fun game, by about mile 10, once we were back near 101 and getting closer to RC, I began playing the I wonder if I can catch that person ahead of me wearing ________ game, which made the time go by even faster (and which helped me pull ahead of four-five people in the back 10k of the course). I didn’t dare look at my watch at all for the final 3-4 miles because I wanted to keep continuing with the effort, regardless of what my watch would tell me. During this fun game, I tried to focus my energies on catching the people furthest away from me and played a game that (I think) Deena wrote about in her autobiography, wherein you imagine that there’s a rope tied between you and the other runner up ahead and you have to pull yourself closer to that person. Again: whatever works. That seemed to do the job.   

distracting myself by pulling a Lisa and doing finger guns

My mental math attempts were for absolute shit at the end of the race, but since I was ahead of Sarbajeet, I knew that *barring catastrophe* I’d finish in a sub-1:40. It was hard to run tangents perfectly in the race due to how the course was set-up, so my watch was (acceptably) about .1 ahead of the mile markers. I didn’t recall seeing any other pace groups between 1:30 and Sarbajeet, and as I was getting closer to finishing, I thought that I may be able to post about a 1:38, which for me, in the thick of marathon training, and as a workout, would be solid. I was thrilled to get closer to the finish line (and hear Claire and her family just steps from the finish line) and realize that my math was worse than ever and that I was actually going to finish in 1:36. Yeah!

hooray for a solid HM! that deep eyebrow furrow means GAME ON (PC, this and all previous: Lisa)

Because of all those externalities I mentioned earlier, I seem to run a good-for-me half marathon every couple years, so I was delighted that it happened at the Oktoberun. The other two half marathons I can remember running this year were met with very different outcomes — Silicon Valley half as the first big distance run that I completed post-stroke, when I was building up my endurance again; and the half in Ohio this summer that was super hilly and super humid — so it was nice to run the Oktoberun half, even as a workout, and get a little better idea of my fitness. 1:36 is a bit off my PR (1:33/1:31*), but given the conditions surrounding the day (doing it as a workout, on untapered legs, in the thick of marathon training, yadda yadda yadda), I was ecstatic. Plus, I didn’t shit myself mid-race, so that’s pretty awesome too (especially for me during HMs).  

After another super easy cool-down mile, singular, because I was being lazy, and then chatting again with Robin, David, Sesa, Margot, and Claire’s family, I hauled back to the south bay for day two of my eldest’s swim meet and gloriously made it before her first event. I had a really positive experience at the Redwood City Oktoberun and would recommend it to folks who are looking for a tune-up before CIM and who want something low-frills. The course is super flat, though I think it can be challenging to run ultra fast in parts just because of the varying terrain (pavement, gravel, dirt). It’s not an enormous field or rife with spectator support or anything like that, but if those elements aren’t important to you, then it’d be a great fit. It definitely has that nice little “community race” vibe to it, and it benefits RC’s public schools, which is nice to get behind. I think I’d do it again if I wanted to do another HM in advance of CIM next year (and especially compared to more expensive or farther afield options).

friends! with Sesa and Margot post-race. Seeing them mid-race was lovely (PC: Sesa)

I don’t ask for much in races these days — just an accurately measured course that’s safe — and I think this one delivered. This was my last race as a 34 year-old (woot!), and now, only one more race — XC champs — stands between CIM and me.

One month to go!

2018 Matt Yeo Memorial Aggies XC Open race report – Martinez, CA

2018 Matt Yeo Memorial Aggies XC Open race report – Martinez, CA

October 20, besides being my dear sister’s birthday, was completely full, one of those 4:30 a.m. to 9:30 p.m. type of days. My Saturday morning began how many of my Saturdays have begun of late: with a PA cross country meet, this time the Matt Yeo Memorial Aggies XC open, up in Martinez at the Regional Shoreline Park. I had never done this race before and knew nothing about the course, so I looked forward to doing something new-to-me. Mixing it up in training and racing is always a good thing in my book. Plus, how fun would it be to run “the greatest cross-country race in the world or at least America.  If not America then certainly one of the top-10 open cross-country races in Martinez, CA,” as the race’s site suggested?! I mean, it’s not every day you get the opportunity to do something of that magnitude, right?!

G’s preschool had off that week, so my typical running schedule in advance of the XC race was altered slightly: no big. I ran more stroller miles that week than I have in months, and she loved it, so all was well in the world. I didn’t do any workouts that week (not wanting to attempt one with the stroller during the daytime, and alternately, not wanting to do it at 4am, in the dark, by myself), so I told myself it all meant that I’d be going into the endeavor on fairly fresh legs: or as fresh legs as one can have in the thick of marathon training. I didn’t have any particular goals for the 4.2 mile XC race but to run hard, have fun, and make the hour drive each way worth it. Knowing that we would be fielding two complete men’s and women’s teams meant that it’d surely make for a social morning, too, which I always love.

a week of running together seemed to make the little one really happy

My teammates were spot-on: the course was super flat (probably the flattest XC I’ve run on) and definitely had the potential to be fast. During our warm-up mileage, in which we ran one of the two-loop course, we scoped out what we’d be encountering: a grassy field start; a little bit of asphalt; loose gravel; sand; some tanbark stuff; a couple little bridges; and some potentially-precarious footing on rocks that abutted the slough. Not too bad for 4.2 miles! The temps were quintessentially perfect for autumn racing — cool and crispy when you stood around, but just right when you were running — and the wind was variable. The course was open and exposed, making me kinda think of the Baylands over near Sunnyvale. Hopefully, the wind would stay home; otherwise, we’d be whipped around a lot without much reprieve. (foreshadowing!)

As we lined up on the grass, I positioned myself behind Claire and hoped, per usual, to avoid eating shit coming off the grassy starting line. I tend to get a little anxious at the start of these races, particularly if we’re beginning on the grass, because I’m afraid I’m going to trip, or be tripped, and just eat it right after the gun. The pictures are revealing, as I’m one of the last runners off the grass and onto the pavement (and definitely last among my teammates). I just tell myself that it’s strategic, that it helps ensure that I don’t go out too quickly. Sure.

get ready, get set … (PC: WRC)

 

go!!!!! I’m behind Claire, who’s the center-most orange singlet you can see(PC: WRC)

 

comfortably staying in the back and out of the way (PC: WRC)

 

ready to get off the grass (PC: WRC)

 

and WHEW! stable footing. for a second, anyway (PC: WRC)

My theory is that it always feels windy when you’re trying to run fast, and that seemed especially true during the race. (Fortunately, my teammates afterward all remarked that they, too, felt tons of wind. Hooray for it not being in my head!). I tried to hold steady in my pace and wasn’t clock-watching at all — instead, going by effort, as I’ve been doing more often than not during this training cycle and during XC races, in particular — and kept my eyes fixated on all the runners ahead of me. Our neon orange singlets make it especially easy to stay abreast of each other at any given time.

IDK where on the course this was, but at least we all know I was going in the right direction 🙂 (PC: WRC)

I eventually got that feeling somewhere around the halfway mark, as we were beginning our second lap, that I unfortunately went out too fast and was probably going to pay the price unless I could rally. ::plays the world’s smallest violin::  It’s a frustrating mistake to make for sure, so I tried to instead focus on all the runners around me and tried to not get passed by anyone. For a few strides anyway, I was right with Lisa (fresh off a surgery for a Jones fracture and using that XC race as her post-surgery race debut), but eventually she slipped away. I never saw Claire again after the earliest parts of the race, though Lisa and Anica were not too far ahead of me in the distance. Heather and Mona were somewhere in the mix, too, though I had no idea where because I couldn’t see them.

still going (PC: WRC)

Not clock-watching became especially useful here because I intuitively knew I was slowing down, and seeing it “officially” on my Garmin wasn’t going to help matters at all. I tried to focus on the effort and intensity and told myself that I’d be done in about 14 minutes, 15 minutes max, and to stay mentally with it. I can be uncomfortable for 14 or 15 minutes. That’s just 1 minute, over and over and over again. (I am especially fond of this mental game and play it often during hard workouts).  

finishing the thing, right before hopping back onto the grass. That’s my teammate Addison closest to me and Garrick behind me. (PC: WRC)

And like that, it was over. Racing is so twisted in that way, isn’t it? For me, it doesn’t matter if I’m racing a short XC event or a marathon; time flies by (though in the moment, sometimes it seems to stand still. It’s very Twilight Zone-y, being fast and slow simultaneously). We rounded a corner and transitioned from pavement, to gravel, to a grassy finish in the span of just a few strides, and right before finishing I saw several of my male teammates (whose race was later) cheering on the women, imploring us to find that last gear and to finish strong.

Something I wouldn’t have anticipated loving about XC is the male/female race segregation. At any other race, where we’d be comingled, I’d never have the opportunity to cheer for — or to be cheered by — my male teammates, aside from a mid-race side-five or momentary holler. XC gives us an opportunity to experience that camaraderie, and honestly, it’s awesome. There’s just something really special and heartwarming, for lack of a better word, to be encouraged by people who a) are doing the same thing as you and b) know, appreciate, and identify the feelings that you’re experiencing at that moment (discomfort, excitement, that whole gamut that racing can engender). Certainly there are probably logistical constraints that necessitate men and women racing XC separately, and maybe it’s also dictated by USATF. Whatever. Consider this my soft-plea for you to go join your local running team and to go race alongside them. It’s a gamechanger, truly.

the CD party is always a good time, too

 

we cool down; they warm-up

Aside from my idiotic pacing at this race, I’ve zero complaints. The course was beautiful, I had a blast, I got to run hard, and it was a great way to begin my weekend, even with the hella long drive. Post-race, my teammates and I logged some additional cool-down miles, and before long, I was on the road to return back to the south bay. I had a full day and night of Girl Scouts of Nor Cal functions, and unfortunately the poor luncheon attendees probably got to experience the joy and smell that is Erin post-XC. I reapplied deodorant, and I’m pretty sure I at least wiped off all the dirt from my ankles, anyway. That’s gotta count for something.  

I’ll probably only race XC a couple more times this year between now and CIM (and there are still plenty of opportunities for you to race, local friends!), but I’ve really enjoyed what I’ve done this year so far. It’s a completely different type of running and racing, and it’s as hard as it is fun, which is to say, a lot.

I can’t recommend it enough.

oozing love. join us. we’re a blast. (PC: WRC)