16(?)/50 Green Bay Marathon

The Green Bay Marathon was to be my 16^th state marathon and 25^th overall marathon.  Seeing as it was cancelled, I’m not sure I can technically count it but I did finish the race so I am entitled to at least write about it!  It did not come as a surprise as to how hot this race was going to be.  In the days leading up to the race, multiple warnings were issued about the heat and all the necessary precautions that were being taken by the race staff.  In the end, the heat wrecked all kinds of havoc as it reached 90 degrees without a cloud in the sky. 

I was tasked with the job of being the 3:10 pace leader, a job and pace I had previously done at the 2009 Chicago Marathon and loved.  It’s a lot like being an orientation leader in college except you have to carry a flag with the pace time posted on it.  You keep a steady pace, offer advice, give heads up on the course amenities, get the spectators riled up and crack a few jokes…people tend not to want to think about each excruciating mile.  The role makes running 26.2 miles a bit more of a challenge, in case you needed one! 

At 7am we started the race just outside of Lambeau Field.  Due to construction, this would be the first year that the race would not finish inside the stadium, a bummer for some.  In fact, it was enough of a deterrent that only about 2,500 people of the 4,000 capacity registered for the marathon.  Within my group were about two dozen men and women looking to qualify for the Boston Marathon, achieve a personal best or complete their first marathon in a very respectable time.  Myself and Mike (the other leader) were in charge of keeping the pack of runners on a 7:15 minute-per-mile pace.  What’s funny about this is that neither of us wears a GPS watch; we just base it by feel with a stopwatch!

Green Bay has a great small town feel.  The community really stepped up in support of the runners.  I don’t recall a block where a resident didn’t set up a sprinkler for us in the first half of the race.  The half marathoners turned off as the temperature was rapidly approaching the 80’s.  It was after this that things fell apart.

The full marathoners were left to run a course that appeared to have been abandoned.  The crowd support was thin, the sprinklers few and the shade minimal.  At mile 17, Mike (our other pace leader) dropped out due to the heat.  Our group was down to about eight and I was determined to get us to the finish in time with this flag still in my hand!  At this point, we were almost a minute ahead of schedule. 

At mile 20 (about 2:35 into the race), an officer was informing us that the race had been cancelled.  It was then that I lost my last runner.  In the lonely miles to come, I slowed a bit and reunited with two women from the group as we charged forward, determined to finish close to the 3:10 goal.  Medical staff continued to inform us that the course was closed due to heat but no one had instructed us to stop running.  It wasn’t until mile 26 that we were physically made aware of the closure – as we turned into the parking lot of Lambeau Field and caught a glimpse of the finish line, we ran into a closed gate that prevented us from continuing to the finish line!  With no way through, I ran around the backside through the crowds to symbolically cross the finish line in 3:13.  Not too far off what I was supposed to do; it could have been the heat or the Homewood-Flossmoor 5K I raced the day before!  Not advisable. 

Frustrated, I walked straight to the beer line.  After a few beers and 30 minutes, I saw that the organizers realized their mistake and reopened the gate.  Through it I went so that I could officially cross the finish mat.  In all, it was a great weekend and I’m not going to let this race experience sour my opinion of the city.  I did enjoy some great beers and meal the night before at www.hinterlandbeer.com and a post-race lunch at www.titletownbrewing.com  with the largest beer sample I've ever seen!  Oh, and let's not forget the Mars Cheese Castle and the abundance of New Glarus beer. 

Before (Titletown Brewing)

After (Titletown Brewing)

15/50 New Orleans Rock N' Roll Marathon

The New Orleans Rock N’ Roll Marathon marked my third marathon within a span of four weeks.  If you’re looking to me for training tips for such a feat, I might suggest you look elsewhere.  I had previously mentioned in the Austin post that I ran about 50 miles in the two weeks between the Melbourne and Austin races.  This time, I did only 25 miles in the two weeks between Austin and New Orleans.  The striking part is that my finish times only got better and my overall pain decreased with each race!

New Orleans is a great city for reasons I can’t entirely articulate; Bourbon St. is a seedy dump, rife with strip clubs, alcoholic slushy drinks served in ridiculously childlike sippy-cups and horribly behaved adults.  Yet, once you are even slightly inebriated, all of the aforementioned are what help make it enchanting.  There’s something charming about the smells of pastry shops and the previous night’s debauchery on an early morning stroll through the seemingly neglected side streets of the French Quarter, or seeing a live jazz trio play on a park bench while you enjoy a chicory coffee and fresh beignet.  The architecture, an eclectic mix of bungalow, French Creole, antebellum, colonial, Greek-revival, Victorian and more, is mesmerizing.  Much like Paris, New Orleans is alive with wonder and colorfully expressive in its cuisine, arts and culture. 

We made this a four-day excursion.  Arriving on a Saturday, we went right to the expo then walked through the city to our hotel in the French Quarter.  The Place d’ Armes Hotel www.placedarmes.com is noted to be the most haunted hotel in the city.  This charming, boutique hotel is beautiful and perfectly located near Jackson Square and Bourbon St.  After settling in, we took a stroll through the French Quarter and found a small wine bar to start our Saturday night with.  From here, we ventured down Bourbon St. to revel in the show that it is.  This evening’s pre-race, walking dinner consisted of pizza-by-the-slice, beignets and wine…and maybe a beer or two. 

I actually got a fair amount of sleep for this race.  I literally woke up about one hour before the start of the race and walked a half mile to the start line.  It is a Rock N’ Roll Series marathon so I expect efficiency and mediocrity.  With 18,000 half marathoners and 4,000 full marathoners, this was a fairly large race.  The weather was perfect; 55F at the start and ended at about 70F, mostly sunny.  The course is a great introduction to all the architecture and neighborhoods of the city including the famed St. Charles Street http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Charles_Avenue through the Garden District.  We finished in City Park (similar to Central Park in NYC) and were treated to an outdoor concert with a couple of free mini Michelob Ultras.  Joy.  Instead, we opted for the leisurely four-mile stroll back to our hotel with a detour through the above-ground vaults of the St. Louis Cemetery http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Louis_Cemetery.

Nearing our hotel, we stumbled upon Port of Call www.portofcallnola.com for a burger and a monsoon (full of rum and pretty strong for a late-morning drink).  Sure, the burger was good and likely justified the long wait, but the bloody marys were phenomenal!  So good in fact, that we decided to take a little nap in Jackson Square Park as a result.  It’s hard to imagine a New Orleans with laws against alcohol consumption on public property!

Due to my utter lack of training and cross-training, my second half split suffered as it did in the previous two marathons this month.  However, I managed to clock a better overall time with each race - Melbourne (3:04 – 7^th place), Austin (2:59 – 58^th place) and now New Orleans (2:57 – 31^st place).  I swear I will properly train for a marathon someday, but for now, I’d rather enjoy myself!

14/50 - Livestrong Austin Marathon

Ah, Austin, TX...  I first visited this city 10 years ago when I was narrowing down my graduate school choices.  The discovery of 6th Street's plethora of live music bars, Lone Star beer and the Texas way of life made an impression on me.  In fact, shortly after returning from that trip, I named my first dog Texas.  It was a big name for a 10-pound shih-tzu!

It was time to return to Austin and re-kindle my love affair.  The Austin Marathon was two weeks after my Melbourne Florida Marathon and two weeks before my New Orleans Marathon…seemed like the perfect time to go!  With that race schedule, I planned on enjoying these runs more than chasing a PR.  I was still ailing from a nagging knee injury so I hardly ran (about 50 miles total) between the Melbourne race and the Austin race. 

These trips really have become less about the running and more about the cities.  So, let’s start with the beer.  It’s amazing how easily we take for granted the bounty of good beer brewed in the Midwest.  In Texas, the laws aren’t in favor of the little guy so unfortunately, you won’t be seeing the likes of Freetail Brewing http://www.freetailbrewing.com/ outside of the San Antonio area anytime soon.  It’s a shame, because that was a fantastic brewpub!

After a sampling of all they had and a tour, we filled a growler and headed to the largest purveyor of barbeque in all of Texas.  The Salt Lick http://www.saltlickbbq.com/ is a sight to be seen.  The setting is in the Hill Country on a sprawling vineyard property.  The grounds seat about 500 people and I don’t get the impression that the wait is ever less than 45 minutes.  This isn’t really a problem considering it’s a BYOB.  You’ll get the sensation that you’re attending your very, very extended family reunion and your great uncle makes the best damned barbeque in the state.  Enjoy!

This brings us to the night before the race with bellies full of barbeque and the equivalent of eight pints of beer.  She’s driving, so most of that beer was uncomfortably residing in me.  Obviously, I don’t get too regimented with pre-race rituals but even for me, this was a little overboard.  Suffice it to say, I may have fared better had I just gone the pasta route.

The race was a fairly beautiful course, winding through the many eclectic neighborhoods of Austin from the Capitol to South Austin’s art district through tree-lined neighborhood streets and around the University campus.  I had been warned of the hills of this race but they were a welcomed challenge.  Throughout much of the course, I couldn’t help but think, “wow, they sure do have a lot of food trucks!”.  That’s no lie.  I’ve yet to visit a city that prefers their food prepared from a lunch wagon over all other forms quite like Austin does.  In fact, several trucks lined the finish line of the course as we were apprised to run with cash in the event we craved a taco with our finisher’s medal.

Meat pains aside, I ran a fairly consistent pace and finished in 2:59.  The weather was a perfect 60F and partly sunny.  I ran several miles with my tattooed doppelganger which I’m sure gave rise to spectators questioning whether or not the circus was in town.  If anything, that’s one trend I’ve noticed more of in the pack of runners finishing near the top 1% - more tattoos.

Whenever possible, we prefer to book our stays at small bed & breakfasts.  After a one night stay at a B&B in San Antonio, we found The Adams House in Austin.  It’s owned by a young couple entrenched in the local art/music scene.  He’s a drummer so, naturally, we had to stay here!  http://www.theadamshouse.com/.  Eric provided us with some great neighborhoods and bands to see while in town.  The most interesting place we visited was a dive bar called Ginny’s Little Longhorn Saloon http://www.yelp.com/biz/ginnys-little-longhorn-saloon-austin where we spent an afternoon taking in the un-apologetic old school honky-tonk sounds of regular Dale Watson http://www.theconnextion.com/dalewatson/dalewatson_index.cfm?ArtistID=439 and drinking Lone Stars in a parking lot while others bet on chicken-shit-bingo near the front of the bar; not a bad way to spend a post-marathon afternoon.  Just as my stomach was beginning to feel better, we embarked on one last barbeque adventure at Stubb’s http://stubbsaustin.com/ .

We spent the following afternoon shopping the kitschy storefronts of South Austin for the perfect pair of Wranglers for these ol’ boots o’ mine.  Looks like I brought home a little Texas after all. 

13/50 The Melbourne Music Marathon

I made a bet with my wife after the NYC marathon that I could gain more weight than she could lose in the last two months of 2011.  I wasn’t going to start training for the Florida marathon until the middle of December so this gave me plenty of time to focus on the consumption of donuts.  I’d say I averaged about four a day.  These were good times, however our bet ended in a draw; I managed to gain 2.6 lbs. while she lost 2.6 lbs.  What are the odds?!

The Melbourne Florida marathon coincided with a conference my wife was attending at Disney World.  For the three days she was working, I rented a Harley and rode the coast of Florida.  Starting in Orlando, I headed east to Cape Canaveral and rode the coastal A1A (Vanilla Ice reference, anyone?!) to Miami.  What an interesting city.  The best I can describe it to those who haven’t been there would be “tacky opulence”.  I camped for the evening and toured a couple of homes once owned by members of the family I work for that have since been purchased by the state of Florida and are now showcased as historical landmarks.  If ever in the area, I encourage you to visit the Viscaya Museum (www.vizcayamuseum.org).

Next stop Key West.  The ride from Miami to Key West is a beautifully scenic four hours of split-lane highways, impressively long bridges over blue and green hued waters and unique tourist draws.  The city itself is where 50-somethings go for spring break.  This alone was worth the visit!  When they all turn in at 9pm, I was left with a small town replete with bars highlighting a rich Ernest Hemmingway history, biker bars, quaint seafood restaurants, Cuban pasty and coffee houses and cleverly disguised franchise shops. At the end of the day, I retired to a campground site located on the water and just across from an Air Force training center.  The jets proved to be an effective 8am wake-up call for my 400-mile ride back to Orlando. 

1,000 miles of motorcycle riding in jeans and a t-shirt is my ideal marathon taper.  The tranquility of riding solo on Florida’s warm coastal highways sure beats stressing out about the race and other minutia.  Maybe that’s why I wasn’t too worried about the race after having just injured my knee two weeks prior.  I had an eight-week training plan for this race and managed to run for six of those weeks, averaging about 45 miles a week.  Then, I fell on ice trying to catch my train one evening.  My two-week taper included very little running. 

The race is largely a half marathon race with 400 marathon participants and over 3,000 half marathon participants.  The course was a loop around a body of water with two bridges being the only elevation gain.  The marathon runners ran the loop twice.  Their description of these bridges really downplays the size.  Each bridge is about one mile long at approximately a 6-8% grade; fairly substantial considering I neglected to do any hill training.  The highlight at the top of one of these bridges was a tuxedoed man with a white grand piano belting out Billy Joel tunes!

I was alone for most of the race.  Spectators were hardly existent and competition fell victim to the heavy, warm ocean air.  At mile 8, I was already planning to re-visit Florida after dropping out of this one after the half.  Instead, I soldiered on, though the second half of my race was 10 minutes slower than the first half!  I finished with a not-so-satisfying time of 3:04.  I still finished in 7^th place so I knew the weather was taking its toll on everyone. 

After breakfast with my wife’s family (who came in for the race), we headed north up the coast for one last warm convertible ride to Cape Canaveral for a late lunch at Seafood Atlantic (www.yelp.com/biz/seafood-atlantic-inc-cape-canaveral) .  It was here that we were seated on the pier in front of a fishing boat named “Iron Maiden”.  Sure, I recommend the restaurant, but to witness the “Iron Maiden” is worth the trip alone! 

12/50 - New York City Marathon

Ah, here we are; the end of my calendar year of marathons.  It’s been five months since my last marathon (Grandma's in Duluth, MN) and regrettably, my last entry.  I’ll be sure to run more so that I can write more next year!  As of now, I am not officially registered for a single race in 2012 although planning is well under way.  Having started this 50-in-50-by-50 goal with two marathons in 2009, four in 2010, six in 2011, I think I may need to plan for eight in 2012 (is that compulsive behavior?)!   

Training for NYC was an exercise in time management.  I have this inherent need to stretch myself so thin that I rather enjoy the forced isolation of my hours-per-day of train commuting to and from both jobs.  Fortunately, that time also makes up for the little sleep I manage at home!  This time around, I was balancing my career with a part-time job at a running store, playing shows and recording with my band, the minutia that encompasses home ownership, training for races, and raising a puppy - all at the height of motorcycle season!  I think I created a monster with the puppy; that girl is now up to running 20 miles per week with me!  It’s gotten to the point where she anxiously awaits for me to say the word “run” every.  single.  day.  She actually has our 5k route committed to memory.

The real issue in all of this was finding a training routine that worked.  In the end, there was no routine at all.  Having read my past entries, I’m sure that surprises none of you.  I often found myself out the door by 5 am or running between jobs, or getting off the train at an earlier stop and running home.  I was averaging about 40 miles per week.  Most runs were just fast with little variation so that I could get to the next task of the day.  I had no structured speed work or hill training.  I just didn’t have the time or energy.  I’ve also reached that point where I wake up every day and ache.  Shouldn’t I be getting paid for this?!  Am I really at the age that everyone warned me about the “running ravages of time”?  I remember when running was fun AND pain free.  Now, it’s just fun…and slightly obsessive.

I finished up the Homewood-Flossmoor 5K circuit series (having barely won it this year), did the Chicago Triathlon on a whim (I got a free entry three weeks prior and took the crash course in learning to swim via You Tube videos), and PRd at a half marathon in Calumet City.  I figured I would be fine for NYC.  We arrived two hours before the close of the expo, the night before the race.  We stayed near Wall St. in lower Manhattan due to its proximity to the Staten Island Ferry (if you run this race, take the 6:30 am ferry, the sunrise over Manhattan from the ferry is dazzling!) that takes us to the start of the race.  We spent the night in bed watching the ID Network (having given up cable months ago, this was quite indulgent!) with a bottle of wine and eating takeout pizza from Harry’s Italian Pizza Bar (http://www.harrysitalian.com/).  This was the evening of Daylight Saving Time and the extra hour of sleep was much appreciated! 

The NYC Marathon is massive.  47,000 people started the race this year!  It’s by far the best organized race I’ve run – from the start villages to the course to the finish (though I must say, the line for free Dunkin’ coffee was ten times longer than the bathroom line!).  It’s also surprisingly hilly.  Race day weather was perfect with no wind, full sun and 50 degrees F at the start (9:40am for me).  The course traverses the five boroughs of NYC (Staten Island, Brooklyn, Queens, the Bronx and Manhattan) with some incredible bridges and crowd support throughout.  This is NOT a fast course.  However, I went into this with little hill preparation and still planned to PR.  I was really enjoying myself at the halfway point (with a time of 1:26) but fell off my mark after that.  The second half of this course has an impressive collection of unrelenting hills.  I had a rather lackadaisical approach to this race and never felt like pushing myself too hard.  I kept it fun.  I finished feeling great (in 2:56) and off we went to walk the streets of Manhattan.  Between Sunday after the race and Monday, we walked from Central Park to Wall St. and back!  I think I’m sore from that alone. 

Some highlights of post-marathon NYC include;

Book of Mormon (http://www.bookofmormonbroadway.com/home.php) – Funny stuff.  Chicago, you’re lucky, it’s heading there in 2012.  I don’t know how we got these tickets (it’s always sold out) but I’m glad we did (though I still rank Avenue Q as the funniest play I’ve ever seen). 

Num Pang Sandwich Shop (http://www.numpangnyc.com/) – Wow, Cambodian goodness on bread. 

Totto Ramen (http://tottoramen.com/) – A Japanese noodle house the size of a closet.  Very good, very cool.

Chimichurri Grill (http://www.chimichurrigrill.com/) – If you’re like me and would put chimichurri on your cereal, you’ll love this Argentinian spot. 

McSorley’s Old Ale House (http://www.mcsorleysnewyork.com/) – Oldest Irish bar in NYC?  The floor is reminiscent of a hamster cage with wood shavings scattered throughout.  There are two beers on tap – light and dark.  It’s a must. 

Oh, and I can’t forget Matlock (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0090481/).  Again, having no cable, it’s a real treat to lie in bed the morning after the race and watch two hours of Matlock; It's become somewhat of a post-marathon tradition.  Damn, I love this show. 

11/50 - Grandma's Marathon

After Vermont, I took the week off to rest up for the beginning of a series of three 5k races in my hometown. Most runners have their own secret race that they use as a confidence booster. You know the race - it’s the one that not too many competitive runners participate in and the one you don’t tell your friends about because they just might steal your moment. The Homewood/Flossmoor 5k series is mine. In 2010, I ran all three races with the best overall combined time. This year, I had some great competition waiting for me and lucky for them, they were able to take advantage of my ravaged legs from the heavy marathon schedule as of recently. I started this year’s series off with a 3^rd place finish and a sign of just how much these marathons were taking their toll on my body! Having just completed the 2^nd in the series this past weekend (with a few wrong turns that put my total distance at about 3.5 miles!), there are three of us with similar cumulative times. The final race will be interesting.
   
I had a good two, 40+ mile weeks after the 5k in spite of the fact that I picked up a part-time job after Vermont (in addition to the full-time gig) working at a running store. I was warned that the irony of working in a running store is that you will run fewer miles than ever before. So far, so true! The tradeoff is that there’s nothing more exciting to me than seeing the enthusiasm of all types of runners coming into the store and helping them find the right shoe or gear to better assist with their training. Also, it was a great way to help me heal my aching hamstrings!
 
I had a nice two week taper for this race – a 19 mile week and a 4 mile week. A last minute opportunity came for the wife and me to fly to Belgium for a long weekend right before we were to ride our motorcycles to Duluth, MN for the Grandma’s Marathon. She had some work to tend to and I had the world’s best beer to find, drink and maybe bring home! Belgium proved to be the perfect melding of French and Flemish cultures and a nice break from running for a bit. Beer, waffle, frites and chocolate repeated for three days…
 
Then on to Duluth, by way of motorcycle. We started our bike trip the day after we got back. Two days of riding through the Wisconsin backcountry was a beautiful escape from our hectic, day-to-day lives. I intentionally didn’t book much for this 10-day trip. We planned to get to Duluth, run the race and just explore all the nooks and crannies of WI and MI. After two days of riding on scenic roads along rivers and through dairy pastures and taking notable stops at New Glarus Brewery and Leinenkugel’s Brewery, we settled into the cold, rain of Duluth in our college dorm accommodations. We found a great Italian place with a beautiful view of the lake for a pre-race dinner (http://www.vabenecaffe.com/va-bene-caffe.html).

The morning of the race remained cold and wet with the rain finally letting up at the start. Grandma’s has a reputation for being a PR course because it’s pretty flat. In its 35^th running, the start corrals were noticeably skewed toward the sub 3-hour runner. To date, Boston is the only other race where I’ve seen this. I settled into a 6:30/mile pace knowing it probably wasn’t a good idea. I thought I was starting off slow based on where I lined up in the corral. I came to find out that the runners around me were actually starting conservatively (well, with the exception of the three middle-aged guys dressed as Steve Prefontaine - complete with 70’s track shorts and mustache!) as most were shooting for times in the 2:40 finish. Whoops! After the half, I settled into a more realistic pace and met up with Doug Kurtis – the 59 year-old that won the race a few times. Doug was now on pace to complete his 299^th sub 3-hour marathon. I was on pace with him to complete my 8^th. What can I say; he’s got a few years on me!
 
The last two miles were the most painful I’ve felt since my first marathon. I’m sure a combination of Belgium, beer and 700 miles on a motorcycle didn’t help, but I was actually sore for days after this race. Having been humbled most recently at the Vermont Marathon last month, I went into the Grandma’s Marathon knowing that I wasn’t in shape to run my best. I just wanted another sub-3 hour marathon in my quest for the 50 states. I got it, my 8th, with the company of Doug, who completed his 299^th sub-3 hour marathon. It was just another reminder that in life, there’s always someone, somewhere, going harder, faster and longer.

The healing process began with a great beer tasting at http://www.fitgers.com/ for lunch then dinner and a movie (Midnight in Paris – fantastic!) at http://www.zinema2.com/ (a cool indie brew and view with a great restaurant attached) in downtown Duluth before hopping back on the bikes to explore the Upper Peninsula and eventually make our way back down to our regularly-scheduled lives.

Grandma's - The Wife's Perspective

I've already explained that my husband is insane. And based on the fact that he has (1) run a couple of marathons on little to no training, (2) ridden his motorcycle 180+ miles after work to Indianapolis just to run a race the next morning and then drive home, (3) run 2 marathons in a single weekend, and (4) run 4 marathons in just over 6 consecutive weeks, I think I have also proven that fact. So when he told me he wanted to take an extended motorcycle trip incorporating the Duluth marathon and as much camping as possible, I shrugged and started packing my bags. I knew it wouldn't do any good to ask him whether he wouldn't be uncomfortable riding that long/far and then racing, and then riding some more, not to mention sleeping on the ground. I know better than to do anything but just go with it.

Besides, I was eager to take the trip myself! I just bought my "big girl" bike last October, and as of this spring had managed to put maybe 600 miles total on it. It was just begging to be ridden for real, and I was ready for the challenge. Even when we were delayed leaving our house by almost 2 hours after we planned due to rain and my husband asked whether I wouldn't rather take the car, I insisted on the bikes.

And the first two days were so, so lovely. Lots of sunshine (once that initial rain passed), decent temperatures, a few good brewery stops, and the freedom of being so unplugged from work (though I had my iPhone with me, we had nowhere to lock a laptop so I had to leave that – and any serious possibility of doing work – behind), all the way to Duluth. And then the rain and cold truly made itself known. I worried for the marathon. I already knew it would be unpleasant, since my husband had done nothing but eat and drink for the 2 weeks prior (when in Belgium…), even despite our best intentions to spend some time running through Brussels. And by all accounts it was difficult. He finished sub 3-hours, but other than this race I have never known him to be tired or sore afterward. He was definitely feeling it. 

For my part, because this race was a point to point and I didn't have transportation (we had dropped off my bike with the uber-capable folks at Harley for some service and there was no way I was going to chance taking my husband's baby out alone in the rain and on the hilly streets), this was the only race so far where I've gotten to sleep in. I went back to bed for a couple of hours, then woke up, walked to the local farmers' market for coffee and a muffin and strolled toward the finish line (it was about a 3 1/2 mile walk downhill which was great on the way there, but TERRIBLE for both of us on the way back!). I was able to see him about 1 ½ miles from the finish, then take a shortcut right to the end while those silly runners kept running down the street. Good thing he had had me bring a whole bag of dry clothes with him – he was soaked and starting to turn a bit blue by the time I met up with him again. Nothing cures that like beer and burgers, so to lunch we headed!

The rest of our trip was uneventful (if you count lightning storms, pelting rain and wearing 3 wool layers + leathers + rain gear and still feeling cold "uneventful"), and totally awesome. We never did manage to camp, preferring dry, warm hole-in-the-wall motels to setting up and breaking down camp in the rain, but I put in a lot of good riding time and feel like I can actually control my bike now (gone are the days of having my husband park it or make U-turns for me!) and am comfortable riding it through any kind of weather. Plus, I kept getting out of showering by telling my husband that real biker chicks don't shower every day. He slept on the other side of the room most nights, but he didn't try to argue!

He hasn't run a single mile since we got back, but he's planning to run in Missouri on Labor Day Weekend. He has also said that he'll be running this one in Vibram's Five Fingers to see what the fuss of minimalist running is all about… can't wait to report how it goes!