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| Sometimes, I just Get Lucky. |
Oklahoma. In grad school, I spent about 3 months road tripping the United States making it to every contiguous state EXCEPT Oklahoma (for no reason other than that there had to be one state I avoided). I succeeded in that mission but with this 50-state marathon goal, it was just a matter of time before I would have to set foot here.
I was really looking forward to this trip... Until I wasn't. After running the Mississippi River Marathon last month into a brutal headwind - and reading the reviews for this race noting how I should expect the same - I was dreading it. I had originally planned to run the Oklahoma City Marathon, where my friend Jaron (from the Libertyville Running Club) had recently moved.
When I travel alone, I prefer to not book anything and just be spontaneous. This is where the Get Lucky part comes into play. My Friday flight to Dallas got cancelled so I took the meal, hotel, and $500 flight voucher (bonus!) to be on the Saturday morning flight WITH a business class upgrade. This meant I didn't have time to drive down to Austin for SXSW but since I still hadn't booked a Friday night hotel, I didn't lose anything. While in the airport Friday, I discovered that Howie and Anne (more friends from the LRC) were in Dallas. I met up with them and spent Saturday afternoon dumbfounded at how it's not just Chicago that spends all week wearing green, drinking Miller Lite on the streets, and acting like drunken juniors in college for St. Patrick's Day.
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| Truckyard's St. Patrick's Day - not very Texas |
Truck Yard - an outdoor adult playground with beer, food trucks, live music, an old Airstream trailer fashioned into a bar, nostalgic junk strewn about, and a tree house(!) - would probably have been a really cool spot had it not been for the obnoxious celebration taking place. From there, we found the coolest area of Dallas. Deep Ellum District is the Austin enclave. We enjoyed some patio beers on a beautifully sunny afternoon with decidedly less St. Patrick's Day revelers at Deep Ellum Brewing Co.
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| Hanging with LRC friends - Anne and Howie Kaske |
The marathon is located 100 miles north of Dallas in Ardmore, OK. It's a small town in an area that is predominantly horse and cattle ranches. I arrived Saturday night and read my book until I fell asleep. The book - an account of one's battle with cancer - was written by my neighbor who recently died of Melanoma cancer at 33 years old (leaving behind a wife and 3 young children). It had me realizing again this weekend just how lucky I am. I now really missed my kids.
The race is a point-to-point race that begins at the Turner Falls Overlook (a beautiful vantage point of the waterfalls down into a gorge) in the Arbuckles Mountains. I know, mountains in Oklahoma?! The bus arrived at the start with just a few minutes to hand off my drop bag and go.
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| Turner Falls |
The race is small with 120 marathoners, 350 half marathoners, and 500 20-milers and 5k participants together at various points along the course. That being said, the leaders of the marathon took off with me in 3rd place and alone by mile 2. I went into this race thinking I had a chance to win but this was discouraging. I was wearing my lucky pink shorts from the Hawaii marathon I won last year (coincidentally taking place later this morning) and the gloves I got from the Arkansas marathon I won this past December. Sounds like a ritual, right? Actually, I didn't realize I wore those gloves until I was 2 miles into the race and thought, "great, now I'm going to sully the good luck these two winning items have brought me!"
It sounds insignificant next to a battle with cancer, but after reading that book about how much my neighbor persevered, I just told myself not to give up on this race. The course was a medley of both the Boston and NYC marathons - some good downhill in the beginning, rolling hills in the middle, then a hilly last 6 miles like Central Park is to the NYC marathon. I just let the front runners go in hopes that they would fade later.
Around mile 2 I heard a couple yell, "go Mike!" so I smiled and waved at the support. I then realized my name is not on my bib. Holy shit, that's Jaron and Agnus! Jaron is the old LRC transplant I mentioned earlier. They live in Oklahoma City, about 2 hours north of this race. They left their house at 5:30am to surprise me and cheer me on! I got chills thinking about how cool it was to have friends go out of their way to come see me and just what the LRC has done for me and others. I saw them throughout the course and each time I got a boost to keep chipping away at the leaders.
That headwind I was so worried about was nonexistent this year. It was sunny and 40 degrees. There are two out-and-back jaunts off the point-to-point course where I could gauge just how far ahead the leaders were - 3 minutes, then 2 minutes at mile 9. This jaunt took us through a private ranch which offered a beautiful glimpse into ranching life in Oklahoma; certainly a highlight of the course. The last out-and-back is at mile 20. I was able to see the competition again and noted that the 2nd place guy just passed the 1st place guy. By mile 23, I was in 2nd place and after noticing that 1st place was starting to fade, I made a push to catch him at mile 24. He didn't put up a fight; the race was mine. Those pink shorts are 2 for 2!
This felt like another Hawaii Marathon moment in which I had little hope of winning for most of the race until the very end. I can't put that feeling of elation into words; it's incredible! In addition to winning the race, I actually felt like I ran a good race. I finished in 2:49:12 (Garmin details here), my 3rd fastest marathon out of 44 total. I had to smile at, and indulge in, the table of cinnamon rolls at the finish. I hunted down cinnamon rolls after the Arkansas marathon win 3 months ago. I reunited with Jaron and Agnus over lunch after discovering how difficult it is to go out on a Sunday given that everything is closed. Also, you sure aren't getting alcohol.
In another Get Lucky occurrence this weekend, my drive back to Dallas had 3 major accidents that shut down the interstate in the opposite direction. Just when I thought that was odd, I noticed flashing lights for a 4th ahead in my lanes just beyond where navigation told me to exit. Whew! I went back to Dallas' Deep Ellum district to celebrate with beers at Brain Dead Brewing with hopes of getting into the incredibly crowded Pecan Lodge (an acclaimed BBQ/beer joint across the street) only to find that it closes early on Sundays. Instead, I stumbled into a great resale shop called Lula B's that houses a fascinating inventory of everything vintage Texas.
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| Lula B's - Oh the Texas kitsch in this place |
With some time to spare before my evening flight, I made it to the 6th Floor Museum. If you're at all fascinated with presidential history, this is an absolute must! The museum is located in what was the Texas School Book Depository from which Lee Harvey Oswald assassinated John F. Kennedy. Standing in the very location the shots were fired and looking down on the street to where the motorcade would have been some 50 years ago was absolutely chilling. This also happens to be my favorite era in American history and the audio tour of that time period is very interesting.
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| Note the open window, from which Oswald shot, circled in pink |
All-in-all, this was a great weekend and a really well done small race that gives you that local feel I really search for on this 50-state marathon quest. I made it into their local paper. You can read that here. Next up, Bend, OR at the end of April! I'm really looking forward to this one, getting back to Portland, and meeting up with some more LRC folks that are out there.
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| Winning gloves, winning shorts, winning mustache |
