Steeltown Sunday Morning: Around the Bay Road Race

Sitting slackjawed in the bathtub, hot water cascading over my head and shoulders. Wondering what’s worth reporting about today’s 30k Around the Bay running race. Knowing I’m not going to give it to you step-by-step. Going full thematic today.

Numbers Tell Part of the Story

Target Actual (Chip time)
0-10k

47.00

45.23

10-20k

46.00

45.21

20-30k

45.00

47.27

Total

2.18.00

2.18.11

This is 20 seconds ahead of the pace I’ll need to hold at the Toronto Marathon in May to qualify for Boston. But what does it all mean? Read on.

What the Shirt Says (and what it doesn’t)

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Around the Bay has been around since 1894, three years earlier than the Boston Marathon. That makes ATB the oldest existing running race in North America. Boston has been held yearly, however, whereas ATB has missed 15 years due variously to the First World War, economic depression, and (once) road construction.

 

 

 

Human Tide

No matter how many thousands of runners you’re around in a starting corral (at ATB it was about 10,000), the vibe is always the same; energized, expectant, nervous-humorous. Faces are alert, shoes increasingly multi-coloured. Lycra-clad bodies packed close together make it feel about 5 degrees warmer. The horn sounds – a cheer goes up, no one moves, then you walk, then a series of chirps as our timing chips pass over the start line.

The People I Avoid

The stiff, hunched-over, splay-legged, or just “looks like you’ve got a pant load” runners. With my heart rate above 160, it offends my aesthetic sense to see that kind of form ahead of me, and I pick up the pace to get it out of my line of sight.

The porn audio-track: guys who sound like rutting elk, or in one appalling case like a happy ending was happening right at the 24k aid station. Dudes, not cool. Suffer in silence please.

Hamilton and Burlington Route

The first third of the race goes through Hamilton’s blue-collar neighbourhoods, potholed roads, rows of scruffy houses. The “Hammer” does have some nice leafy districts, but these aren’t them – and reinforce the city’s worn-out, industrial, slag-heap image.

The middle third cuts back along a strip of land that separates Burlington Bay from Lake Ontario – though sadly you really see neither, except when the passing the great green-and-orange lift bridge at 15k.

The route is flat until then, but the final third of the race is the real kicker, winding and rolling along North Shore Boulevard in Burlington, culminating in a steep down-and-up on Spring Garden road for the better part of a kilometre. The area abuts the Royal Botanical Gardens and, appropriately a very large cemetery. For consequences of this course profile, I refer you to the time chart above.

The race ends back in Hamilton inside Copps Coliseum, down a ramp into darkness and emerging Gladiator-style for the last 50m to the finish.

What do you want to be when you blow up?

I know what you’re thinking. I didn’t stick to my plan so serves me right. Stopping running within sight of Copps, 1km to go, and walking off a stitch in my side (for a few seconds) isn’t my proudest moment in sport. I’d been battling stitches through the final third and totally lost the flow I’d had from the start. I underestimated how much the hills would slow me down, and might have avoided that by easing up a little in the first half. But man, it was real good while it lasted.

I do have to say  that knowing I was going to be blogging about this race whatever the result did spur me on to a respectable performance when I might have just dropped anchor.

Damage Inventory

Toes that look like a perp lineup. Twitching calf muscles, mini earthquakes under translucent skin. A kneecap that better have another 6 weeks in it. A dull ache in the glute, now familiar since January. A stinging chafe on the inside of one arm. Pretty standard.

Now What?

I’ve now shown I can finish at my target pace for 30k, but need to do it for 42k. Frankly today that would not have happened. But the course profile was much tougher than it will be in Toronto (a net downhill). So, back to training and now with additional respect for the need to conserve, conserve, conserve in the first half.

 

 


My Body on Marathon

The needle on the scale shudders, then settles on 145lbs. I stare down. I’m surprised to be this light, but I shouldn’t be.

This post is about losing. Not in the competitive sense, but in the physical. For me, running has meant dropping a few pounds and a few toenails. How I deal with both in the coming weeks will affect my performance as I prepare for the big race in early May.

You don’t have to be a genius to know that if you expend more calories than you consume, your weight will drop. I’m in the middle of the biggest run training weeks of my life – over 90k. I’m also down about 5-10lbs from my usual weight. Although I’ve trained hard at other sports (triathlon and rowing), I haven’t shed the weight as easily as I am now. I suspect this has to do with the comparatively few muscles needed for running.

So pick an adjective: lean, wiry, slim, skinny, scrawny. Sure I feel bonier – especially around the knees – but I also feel quick and efficient at running, which is the point of training.  It’s not exactly a beach body, but I’ll do the Baywatch look some other time. That said, I’m not keen to drop more weight – I have had a tendency to get sick more easily when underweight. So extra helpings are now in vogue.

At ground level, it’s uglier. My “index” toenails have turned back, and the dead nails on my big toes are awaiting their replacements growing underneath. Long runs are to blame. Slam your foot into asphalt or concrete 15,000+ times over three hours and the capillaries in your toes will start to burst. Fluid will accumulate under the nail and the gruesome “liftoff” process begins. It hurts, and I have been relieving the fluid pressure with a flame-sterilized needle slid under the dead nail (revolting but not painful). The biggest danger with nail damage is that it is causing me to change my stride which could lead to other injuries. I have a bit of that right now and so I’m backing off on distance and am cross-training with a bike.

So keeping the weight loss reasonable and preventing injury is the battle plan two months out. I’ll save the martyrdom for race day.