29/50 - Mississippi River Marathon

Clarksdale, MS and my weekend disposition 

Here I am driving alone through the Mississippi Delta, home of the blues, and I can't help from feeling blue myself. Maybe it's the weather - sunny, but unseasonably cold this weekend. Maybe it's the bleak, dilapidated surroundings, for the Delta never returned to its cotton-rich prosperity after the 1950s. Maybe it's the book I was reading on the flight - Wally Lamb's I Know This Much Is True - a complicated story of human nature, relationships, and mental health. I had a stressful and depressing week and this was only magnifying those feelings. As we runners know, your mental fitness plays as much a part of your success in a marathon as your physical fitness. At the moment, that sub-3-hour finish in Mississippi wasn't looking good.

After flying into Memphis and driving 2.5 hours to Greenville, MS, I arrived Friday evening in time for the packet pickup. This area is a hotbed for hot tamales and as it turns out, has a fascinating history with tamales that dates back to the Civil War, or even 100-years earlier to the U.S.-Mexican War. These tamales are smaller, grittier, and boiled (rather than steamed) or sometimes deep fried, in contrast with their Latin counterparts. Naturally, I did as the locals would and grabbed a hot tamale pie from Hot Tamale Heaven for dinner as a pre-race meal and settled into the hotel for a few hours of the Investigation Discovery channel - the only thing I miss about not having cable. Oh, and I found a Shipley Donuts down the street, so...

Delicious

The race is on the small side: 250 marathoners and about 700 half marathoners. It's point-to-point so I was on a bus at 6am for an 8am start. This style of race is a stark reminder of just how far 26.2 miles is! The weekend's cold front was at its worst this morning (mid-20Fs with a high of 39F for the day) and the winds were looking to pose a problem. This course started in Arkansas, crossed the Mississippi River, and finished in Mississippi - an all eastward bearing into a 14-20 mph headwind. Great. At least there were bonfires at the start and the sunrise was stunning.

The first 3 miles consisted of 5 of us tightly packed together in front. We all knew we had to work together to shield ourselves from that wind. The eventual winner surged, one fell off and three of us agreed to work together until the bridge at mile 13. At this point, only Rob - a Greenville resident who has run this race every year since its inception 4 years ago - and myself were left. Without a verbal agreement, he and I alternated every 1/2 mile (almost exactly!) blocking that wind for each other. This teamwork continued through mile 20 where the course turns into a neighborhood and the winds were no longer as bad. I can't tell you how thankful I was for that agreement. It kept my mind on the task at hand rather than wandering into the previously mentioned dark space I was in.

At this point I knew I could slow the pace and coast into a sub-3-hour finish, there was no point keeping up with Rob. I thanked him and we parted ways. Though there were aid stations every mile, crowd support was sparse until now. This race is really well-managed and the townsfolk are supportive. Marathoners merged with half marathoners around this point and together we traversed an area of Greenville I can only imagine was once the home to wealthy cotton plantation owners for it was the only sign of prosperity I saw this entire weekend.

Mile 15 - down the bridge over the Mississippi River

2:56:07, 3rd place overall, and my 24th sub-3-hour finish state. Oh, and what was waiting for me at the finish line? Hot tamales and Shipley Donuts! My stay in Greenville had come full-circle. Though this was technically my 29th state, I mentioned in previous posts that I've amended my goal to complete each state in under 3 hours and I will need to redo 5 states to make that happen. It's shaping up to be a big year; this has been my 5th marathon in as many months and that monthly plan continues for much of 2016.

Without much to do in Greenville, I made the pilgrimage back to Memphis for the remainder of the weekend, but not without stopping in Clarksdale, MS where the famed Devil's Crossroads is located. It is said this is where bluesman Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil for success and later died at the age of 27. The town is a shell of its former self but still is home to the first blues museum and the occasional juke joint.

Juke Joint in Clarksdale, MS

I was in Memphis a year ago for the marathon and hit the usual spots. This time, I went for what I missed during past visits: Gus' Fried Chicken, the Sun Studio tour, Central BBQ, Arcade Restaurant (the oldest diner in Memphis), and the Crystal Shrine Grotto. I've always had a fascination with religious art though as far I can remember, I've been an atheist. The Crystal Grotto is a crystal cave designed by an artist in the 1930s depicting religious artwork. That someone has such a devotion to a belief that they spend their entire lives, their talents, creating something so amazingly beautiful is pretty incredible.

A panoramic photo of inside the Crystal Shrine Grotto

Of course, I do love searching out the breweries on these trips. I spent Saturday evening drinking at High Cotton Brewing Co. - one of few breweries in Memphis and certainly worth the visit. As I'm making my way through their line up, a group of men and women in red dresses stumbles in causing a jovial commotion. The Hash House Harriers - a drinking club with a running problem. My kind of people.

High Cotton Brewing Co. gets right to the point

After I founded the Libertyville Running Club on the principles of having fun, drinking, eating, and occasionally running, I discovered this concept started in the 1930s with The Hash House Harriers. Now approximately 1,800 hashes (chapters) worldwide, this social running club thrives. I spent hours with these folks, getting versed on the history, the practices, and organizational-style. And the more I spoke with them, the more I realized how cultish the organization is: newbie hazings involving displays of nudity, pledging in with a ritual involving members standing around the pledge and asking questions of their sexual history to determine their Hash Name, etc... I was left with the realization that the LRC is exactly what I wanted it to be: fun, social, and not at all like a fraternity.

28/50 - Charleston Marathon

Here we are in the dead of a Chicago winter and though it's been more tolerable than previous years, last week brought us our first blast of zero-degree cold. The timing was just right for this weekend's trip to Charleston that our friends, the Grecos, proposed some months back. Three days of culinary delights, good company, Civil War-era history, a blind sub-3-hour marathon, and a beer experience that renewed my faith in an often pompous craft beer scene.

Arriving early Thursday morning, we hit the ground running to the nearest biscuit shop, Callie's Biscuits, for the hottest little biscuits in town. Donuts, you have a worthy adversary in this wonderful amalgamation of flour, butter, cream cheese, and buttermilk leavened with a variety of sweet and savory ingredients. These biscuits are righteous!

Callie's Biscuits in all their righteousness

Few places exemplify prestigious Southern architecture better than the old Charleston neighborhood south of Broad Street. After our biscuits, we set out for a stroll around the streets of Rainbow Row and down Murray Boulevard along Charleston's waterfront. Here you'll find a collection of 18th-century Georgian town homes in a splendor of pastel colors and towering waterfront mansions with grandiose front porches that face Fort Sumter - the site of the beginning of the Civil War.

A sample of homes along Rainbow Row

What old money along Murray Boulevard looks like

After checking into the Jasmine House Inn B&B, we ventured off the peninsula of Charleston and over to Sullivan's Island for dinner at The Obstinate Daughter. The rustic and salvaged decor of the restaurant was a warm and inviting introduction to what will probably stand out as our best meal of the trip - an eclectic selection of New American fare including a pork belly appetizer, beet salad, grilled octopus, trigger fish, red and green tomato pizza, sausage and tomato sauce pasta, and an apple cinnamon bread pudding dessert (neither of the Grecos wanted to even try the bread pudding, thankfully. More for us).

Bill and I got a 2.92-mile run in (because 2016 is the year of not rounding my runs up to whole numbers) Friday morning before the rain came. Then, from the massive second floor porch of the B&B, we sat and watched as the rain flooded the streets before embarking on a trip to the expo, where Bill took the leap and purchased a pair of pink women's shorts. If you read my post about the Hawaii marathon last year, you'll know that only good things happen from a move like that. Another food recommendation led us to Poogan's Porch - recognized as one of the most haunted places in the world - for a pre-race dinner of pan roasted duck breast. Because why not?

When is the last time you ran a race without a watch? I don't mean without GPS; I mean no watch at all. As a pace leader for Chicago, Green Bay, and Quad Cities marathons, I got a kick out of the frightened looks of the runners I was pacing when they realized I was only wearing a stopwatch. Until two years ago, that's all I used. But I don't think I've ever run a marathon without a watch at all... Until this weekend.

Race mornings become more and more relaxed as I progress through this 50-state-marathon goal. I rolled out of bed, had a couple coffees, grabbed some mixed fruit, and took a bite of plain white bread. It would be a beautiful day, sunny and in the 60s. I didn't realize until we arrived at the start line that I left my Garmin on the bathroom counter. Bill and Heidi generously offered their Garmins knowing that I have this sub-3-hour goal but it just didn't bother me. I treated this as a test of what my body, as opposed to my watch, deems comfortable. My only indicators of time were The Wife yelling it to me at two different points along the course and the occasional mile marker using an audible (but not visual) timing system, something I've never experienced before and which made me feel like I was stuck on the Lost island. And though I went out a bit fast, I ultimately met my goal with a total time of 2:55:46 and 14th/1,235 overall.

Bill, Heidi, and me - Heidi didn't get the pink shorts memo

After the post-race beer, shrimp and grits (a meal you cannot avoid in this town), and boiled peanuts, we reconvened at a rooftop bar with another fun couple who are friends with the Grecos, then transferred to 5Church - a new restaurant operating in a really cool old church with the entire Art of War treatise scrolled on its imposingly high ceiling. Great brunch, company, and drinks again before The Wife and I drove to Edmund's Oast with the intent to purchase a few growlers to bring to dinner (oops, they don't sell them). We had heard about their "unforgettable" Peanut Butter & Jelly beer, but we were extremely skeptical that it was a play for attention. Instead, it was everything everyone said it was. Nostalgia meets adult in this very drinkable brown ale. In the overambitious world of beer that's being barrel-aged in this, that, or the other, the PB&J brown ale is refreshingly simple and memorable. If only we had time to eat here; this is surely another great restaurant.

Take me to 5Church!

A PB&J like you've never seen or tasted

We spent our last night in Charleston visiting with The Wife's friends from law school and their four children who recently moved there from Anchorage, AK. Fun kids, good beer, pizza, and conversation; her husband and I reminisced about our former rockstar lives as Chicago musicians in what seems like a lifetime ago... A life before we had kids and before I had this 50-state-marathon goal. Another one in the books, and some memories to last a lifetime.

27/50 - 3 Bridges Marathon

As satisfied and as exhausted as I claimed to be in the previous Las Vegas post, I just had to add one more marathon this year. Seeing this 50 state sub-3-hour marathon goal taking more time than I have patience for and fearing what age will do to my ability to continue to run sub-3-hour marathons, I negotiated to start running some of these states without the company of The Wife. With three small children, these trips have become logistically more difficult to arrange.

So with two weeks before the 3 Bridges Marathon in Little Rock, AR, I registered. There were a few reasons I chose Arkansas, one of them having to do with the recent untimely death of our beloved dog, Dixie. Dixie, who loved to join me for runs, was born in and rescued from a farm in Arkansas. I was going to bring her back to her birthplace for one last run with me. The morning I left home, I collected Dixie's cremated remains - a small dusting of which I scattered under the sock liner of each shoe I was wearing for the race. I needed a good cathartic experience and ultimately I got that and more.

Dixie bringing my running shoes to her bed one last time.

Little Rock could not have been easier to navigate. It's a cool midsize city that is separated from North Little Rock, an up-and-coming area, by the Arkansas River. Lucky for me, craft beer has been making a splash in these cities and lucky for those cities, I like craft beer. After arriving the evening before the race, I went down the street from my hotel and bellied up to the bar at Lost Forty Brewery. Of all the breweries I ended up at this weekend, my two visits here were no accident: this place has great food and beer. My pre-race rituals are pretty minimal and I don't really have a specific must-eat food item. Here, I settled on a fantastic spicy shrimp gumbo and a few coffee stouts. I can almost hear your collective groans from the thought of what that outcome might yield. 

Pre-race dinner of champions... Or iron stomachs.

I hadn't gotten anything for breakfast the night before which provided a bit of a scare in the morning. On the drive over to the race, I couldn't find a gas station open to grab breakfast. With 30 minutes until race start, I stumbled upon one, grabbed a ham and cheese sandwich, and literally finished it 5 minutes before the start. If there was a race plan going into this, I certainly wasn't adhering to it.

I like these style of marathons. The field was about 400 runners, all full marathon distance. Little Rock has a great running community, evident by all the support along the course and the vast trail system we ran on along and around the Arkansas River. The race gets its name from the three bridges the course crosses over, two times each. On a mostly flat course, these 6 bridge crossings added just enough variation to keep things interesting. 

From the start, there were three of us in the lead: Me, a guy from Chicago, and the guy wearing bib #1, who turned out to be a local running hero as evidenced by all the cheers for him along the route. After 13 miles, our Chicago friend fell off while Mark (the local runner) and I continued along, chatting away as if this were a training run among friends. I came to find out that we both recently set PRs; his being 4 minutes faster than mine. My only strategy was to keep him talking, thinking that would wear him out early. He had speed but I had experience! I assumed this was going to be his race, but I was also there to do something special in memory of Dixie and if the opportunity presented itself, I wouldn't mind winning the race. 

At mile 17.5, just as we crested the Big Dam Bridge, I pulled away. As I ran past the start/finish line at mile 19.5, the announcer was a bit confused that Mark wasn't in the lead anymore. In fact, he referred to me at that point as Mark and I could hear him refer to Mark as Mike Brunette moments later. Soon, he fumbled through an amendment to his mistake which I could hear as I crossed the next pedestrian bridge. Looking back, Mark was no longer giving chase. These next 7 miles were going to be the catharsis I needed.

I imagined her running along side me one last time. Pulling me as she usually did when I needed it. Letting her off the leash to zig zag in front of me; chasing whatever animal caught her attention. I began to realize just how cool it was going to be that I was about to win this marathon with her when a wave of emotion swept over me and I began to cry. Then I took a wrong turn that cost me about 20 seconds. The course wasn't very clearly marked and there was no lead bike. 

As I came across the last bridge and into the finish line I was again robbed of breaking the winner's tape, since there was none. For my efforts, I was given what looks like a really big belt buckle commemorating my win with a time of 2:53:02 for what I'm referring to as marathon #forty-won. The guy from Chicago, the next finisher, was 5 minutes behind me. 

This award is the size of a dinner plate.

My celebration would continue throughout the weekend with a visit to every brewery I could find starting back at Lost Forty then onto Diamond Bear to Stone's Throw to Fly Way to Vino's. If you find yourself here on a Sunday, remember this is the heart of the Bible Belt - there are not a lot of stores open on Sunday; thankfully, the breweries do not follow suit. Bill Clinton's legacy permeates Arkansas; I spent some time exploring his presidential library. All the while, there was a familiar and beautiful feeling; she was with me. I held her close to me this weekend and I'm thankful for the opportunity. I enjoyed one last beer out on a quiet road sitting on top of a deserted railcar just outside of the airport.

I had a great year of running: 6 marathons under 3 hours (HI - 2:53, MO - 2:53, NE - 2:54, IL - 2:48, NV - 2:59, AR - 2:53) and finished my first 50-mile race in 9th place. I have less than 100 miles to run to reach 3,000 miles this year. I finished 2015 the way I started it back in Hawaii: winning! 

Award ceremony for that-guy-that's-not-the-guy-they-were-expecting.

26/50 - Rock n' Roll Las Vegas Marathon

 I should probably just leave this blog entry blank as tribute to the old saying, "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" but I've actually missed writing these entries. After my Nebraska marathon in May, I returned to Colorado to claim a sub-3-hour marathon (my previous CO marathon was Pikes Peak Marathon - a race offering no chance of completion in under 3 hours) at the Revel Rockies Marathon only to be thwarted by the lack of busses to deliver many runners to the start line at the top of the mountain. Then, I ran the Chicago Marathon again and although I narrowly missed my PR by less than a minute and had one of my most evenly paced races to date (my first half was only 2 seconds faster than my second half), I've already accomplished and written about a sub-3-hour marathon in IL.

I was looking forward to this trip for several reasons, none of which had anything to do with the Strip - now a close resemblance of the Mall of America. For one, this was another Libertyville Running Club trip - the 3rd and final trip of 2015. All of my marathons in this states quest are becoming LRC trips. I was also looking forward to getting out of Las Vegas as soon as I landed. The Wife and I rented a couple of Harleys Friday morning and rode a 160-mile loop to the Valley of Fire State Park and around the Lake Mead National Recreation Area. To this day, we have not had a better ride. The weather was beautiful, the surrounding scenery and hikes were surreal, the roads were ours alone, and the ride into the setting sun, a purple and yellow hue behind the mountain range as we rode back into town to grab dinner at In-N-Out Burger was stunning.

Road through Valley of Fire State Park

Sunset Overlook at Lake Mead National Recreation Area

This was my 40th overall marathon and 26th state. I called it my Over the Hill Marathon for that reason. The Rock n' Roll Las Vegas Marathon is unique in that it starts at sunset, 4:30pm, and runs the length of the Strip, venturing to the north side of the city, around an airport and back down the Strip, finishing outside of the Caesars Palace Hotel. Just as you question the need for a headlamp, you quickly realize that Las Vegas is visible from space as one of the most illuminated areas on planet Earth. Even at its northern point, the course is well-lit by this luminescence, area street lights, and portable stage lights and spotlights strategically placed by the race organizers along the course. I went into this race hearing about how much of an afterthought the marathon course was and just how desolate it gets. I was rather impressed with the extent to which the course had ample music (albeit mostly trance and club and not as much rock n' roll as you might expect by the group that hosts the race) and lighting in just the right areas. This, even though the ratio of marathoner to half marathoner was about 1:10.

Flat and cool desert race... What could go wrong? The wind. That howling wind storm that rolled in just about the time the race started proved to be a hindrance for the runners and the aid stations. With wind gusting up to 50 miles per hour and sustained winds of 20 mph, runners had to readjust expectations. I went into this planning to just skirt by under 3 hours. I hadn't put many miles in since Chicago due to all the planning and execution of the Run of the Dead Elimination Run, my first stab at race directing my own race. Also, I'm exhausted from a pretty good year of 5 sub-3-hour marathons (winning one of them), my first 50-mile ultra, and a lot of miles in between. I'm approaching 3,000 miles for the year; that's just stupid for me.

You can imagine my surprise at mile 21 when I entered that sustained headwind and slowly thereafter realized the time I had banked was being whittled away at by those winds. As I ran through an aid station, the wind picked up a table with water glasses stacked 3 high and flipped it. Cups were circling everywhere along the course. As I remerged with the half marathoners at mile 24, I was jealous that they could huddle among their masses while I was running solo down my chute with no one to block the wind for me. The final 10k of this marathon was a very different struggle than usual. I wasn't spent at this point. I felt fresh but just couldn't move with that wind holding me back. As the finish clock came into view, I had to smile at the 2:59 time; that was close.

Most of the LRC at brunch the day before the race at Mon Ami Gabi

25/50 Lincoln National Guard Marathon

Whoa-oh, we're halfway there (sing this like Bon Jovi)! 25 states done with 25 states to go.

This race is exactly why I set out to run a marathon in every state. I wanted to discover areas of the country that I hadn't given much thought to or had an uninformed opinion about. To be honest, my impressions of Nebraska were mostly derived from the occasional road trip from somewhere to somewhere that involved getting across Nebraska as quick as I could in a car or on a motorcycle. I did have a recollection of Omaha being a rather hip city but knew little about Lincoln other than that it is home to the University of Nebraska.

This race sells out in hours due to its ideal course and fast field. It is a well-organized half and full marathon capped at 12,500 participants that culminates on the finish line staged in the University of Nebraska's Memorial Stadium which, at 87,000 seating capacity, is huge. Unlike any race I've done before, it opens online registration at 3am to alleviate the rush to sign up.

Memorial Stadium holds a NCAA record for 340 consecutive sell out games.

We drove 500+ miles the day before the race to arrive at the expo, then grabbed milkshakes at Ivanna Cone in Lincoln's Haymarket District - a cluster of renovated warehouses home to restaurants, bars, boutiques, coffee/donut shops, and even a licorice museum that is reminiscent of San Francisco's or Seattle's Public Markets. Of course, the irony in catching a cold the day before a race that was held in near-record heat was not lost on me, hence the NEED for a milkshake. Some NyQuil to sleep, some DayQuil and cough drops to race (that turned out to be a bad idea as I was parched the entire race), and I was determined to make the best of it.

Given the circumstances, I was a bit nervous about the possibility of missing the sub-3 hour mark. My approach was to hold 6:30 min/mile pace until the heat (I knew there would be little relief from the sun on most of the course) and my cold got the better of me; and as you can see here it did just that after 16 miles. However, my spirits were lifted by frequent chant of "Go LRC!," which to my mind was everyone cheering for my own Libertyville Running Club. As it turns out, Lincoln has a running store called Lincoln Running Co. and it was probably that "LRC" that most people were screaming for. No matter. Though the back half was lonely, I did make conversation for several miles with another runner. Well, I had lost my voice from the cold so the conversation was rather one-sided. I'm sure he gravitated toward the pink shorts worn by "That Guy!".

I got more "Hey, it's that guy!" comments than I got comments about the pink shorts.

After the race, we met some friends for lunch at Lazlo's Brewery (the Mango IPA was excellent) and then embarked on what previously had held little interest to me during this state marathon journey - a tour of the state capitol building. Now this wasn't an ordinary tour. Our friend - one of The Wife's college housemates - is a Nebraska state senator (representing Omaha's Midtown district, for you locals). After showing us around her office, she joined us on the guided tour of this impressively built and ornately decorated building (if you're an architect buff, this is worth a look). She didn't tell the group who she was. Nevertheless, the tour guide later pointed her seat out in the chamber and proceeded to proclaim her to be his favorite senator of them all. With her cover foiled, it was back to shaking hands and kissing babies for her.

What's unique about Nebraska, something I find fascinating, is that it is the only state whose legislature is unicameral and also the only state whose legislature is nonpartisan. As a result, there is no House of Representatives - all the power resides within the Senate, the Senate does not sit according to party affiliation in the chamber meetings, and voting ballots do not list a candidate's party affiliation. The Supreme Court, also housed within the capitol building, displays an incredible quote above its justices' seats that reads, "Eyes and ears are poor witnesses when the soul is barbarous." That is a pretty effective quote to any witness giving testimony before the court. Who would have thought this egalitarian utopia would only exist in Nebraska of all states?!

Donuts are so hipster right now that even Nebraska is doing them in spades. Unfortunately, our efforts to indulge were seriously thwarted. The Doughnut Hole in Lincoln looked to be THE place. Of course Google Maps isn't clear on the location. By the time we discovered it, they had closed 4 hours early for the day. Then, they were also closed when we stopped by on Sunday...and again on Monday. We found another place in Omaha to stop by on our way home and arrived at dawn only to discover that it was also closed for the day. So, back home we went with a 2:54:03 marathon (14th/1,146) but no donuts.

I think I was a bit hot here and clearly walking the aid stations. (Photo credit: Journal Star)

Of course, this wasn't a total loss. A friend delivered some quality donuts from The Donut Vault in Chicago, IL to us as we left for the race and some other friends had a dozen amazing donuts from Sweetwater's Donut Mill in Kalamazoo, MI waiting for us when we got home. Running friends from a donut-themed running club are the best.

Sweetwater's Donut Mill - Kalamazoo, MI

24/50 GO! St. Louis Marathon

This was the next race I was really looking forward to after another cold midwestern winter, not because I think the weather and landscape rival that of Hawaii's Big Island Marathon (4 weeks ago), but because this was the first group trip I organized for the Libertyville Running Club (www.libertyvillerunningclub.wordpress.com), a running group I founded last year. The trip would see several of us descend upon St. Louis for a weekend of running and shenanigans.

Some of the LRC at the Arch

I spent the first of the four weeks after the Hawaii marathon in Hawaii, recklessly running steep hills and technical terrain in Kauai and on the Big Island. I don't run much when I'm on vacation, in this case a 30-mile week after the race, but I still managed to do some damage. I came home with a lust for Hawaii and a sore hip from some pretty steep downhill running that's been bothering me since. I think these couple of runs with 2,000 ft drops over 4 miles and then back up here (trail) and here (road) did me in. C'est la vie!

Once back home, I nursed myself back to training with a 40 then 55-mile week before tapering a bit the week before the marathon on Sunday. We drove to St. Louis on Friday, making a stop at Abraham Lincoln's home in Springfield (www.nps.gov/liho/index.htm). As part of the aforementioned shenanigans, I created a version of Flat Stanley (www.flatstanley.com/about) I named Flat Molsens for some friends that couldn't make the trip with us. The stop at Lincoln's home was the beginning of many photo ops with the Flat Molsens throughout the course of the trip. Our other option was to stop at the Grain Elevator Museum (www.haweselevator.org/hawes_home.htm) in Atlanta, IL. I'm sure that's fascinating; maybe next time!

Abe's home

On Friday night in St. Louis, a group of us headed over to Schlafly Tap Room (www.schlafly.com/tap-room/) for dinner and - you guessed it - beer. Now let this be a public service announcement of sorts: if you ever see a meatloaf sandwich on a menu, you best order that thing post haste! Schlafly's Meatloaf Muffin is a slab of bacon-wrapped meatloaf topped with crisp onions and a fried egg on an english muffin that is sure to obliterate your notions about the hierarchy of gourmet burgers. This is the new what's next! Oh, the beer is also good. 

I'll always remember you, Meatloaf Muffin

I went into this marathon knowing that I was in sub 3-hour shape and therefore, wasn't too focused on the race. I also have another marathon 3 weeks after this and then my first ultra, a 50-miler 6 days later. We did a group run Saturday morning to the St. Louis Gateway Arch, visited the expo, then went up in the Arch. I was last up in the Arch some 25 years ago; it turns out it didn't warrant another visit. Afterward, I washed the disappointment away with a tasting flight at Perennial Artisanal Ales (www.perennialbeer.com), a stopover on our way to visit some local friends for dinner and a good hang. Below is the second half of the flight. 

Pictured with our friends, the Flat Molsens

Race morning was a comfortable 50 degrees Fahrenheit and cloudy; considered to be ideal race conditions for most on what I thought to be the perfect PR course - slight rolling hills, interesting landmarks, and well-maintained streets. I was rather impressed but not enough to throw caution to the wind; I knew I had to get through a few more races in the next month and that hip was still bothersome. I started out comfortably and finished 16th/1,433 overall in 2:53:22 with a close-to-even split at the half which you can see here. 

I should not fail to mention that in St. Louis we had one of the most accommodating hotels for a race ever. The Drury Inn Union Station, which is the GO! St. Louis host hotel, is 4 blocks from the race start/finish area, provided a full breakfast (opened at 4:30am on race morning), snacks, bananas, a free happy hour, dinner, and post-race aspirin and treats, all included in the very reasonable price. 

Also, we had a Rosie Ruiz cheat the race! Interesting to me since I ran most of the 2nd half with the real 1st and 2nd place women and my friend on the trip took 3rd place. Here is that story and here is another happy race photo: 

Free glasses at the expo!

This race marks my 20th sub 3-hour marathon. There are 5 states: CO, ME, VT, FL, and OH that I need to revisit for various reasons (mountainous, 2nd races of doubles, wrong turn, lame excuse, etc...) in hopes of doing all 50 in under 3 hours. The local paper ran an article about my goal a few days before this race that you can peruse here. For my CO race I chose the Pikes Peak Marathon (see my review of that race here); there is no way I can capture that one in sub-3 so instead I'll take on another CO race this summer. ME, VT, FL, and OH, I'm coming for you, too.

23/50 Hawaii Big Island International Marathon

Aloha Friends!

Who doesn't love a good come-from-behind victory? The Big Island International Marathon turned out to be that small race thousands of miles away and thousands of dollars spent (you're welcome Hawaii tourism industry) that provided me with my first marathon win.

This was our first trip to Hawaii so we planned to do it right with 10 days between the Big Island and Kauai - B&Bs, Kona coffee IVs, no tops on our rental cars (even in the rain), picturesque hikes and runs, and due to our utter lack of time to do much planning, we went holoholo. "Holoholo" is the Hawaiian word for traveling for fun without destination, leisurely gallivanting, taking in life's pleasures, joy riding, and having a good time.

Quintessential Hawaii rainbow photo - Mahaulepu Heritage Trail in Kauai

The Painted Church in Captain Hook, HI (Master of Puppets album cover?)

While waiting for The Wife's flight to arrive in Kona on the Big Island, I made friends with the locals at Kona Brewing Company (www.konabrewingco.com). We get some of their beers on the mainland but they have a smattering of brewery-only seasonal beers worth checking out. After a night in Kona, we drove north along the coast and down the Kahala Mountain Road, taking in the coastal scenery that soon carved through a mountain range dotted with cattle farms and great views of the snowcapped summits of Mauna Kea (one of the best sites in the world for astronomical observations) and Mauna Loa (the world's largest volcano). We stopped for lunch at Merriman's (www.merrimanshawaii.com/waimea) for the Hawaiian staple of pork saimin (their take on ramen) and fish tacos before making it to Hilo for the race expo and a luau for its participants. Note to anyone who runs this race: skip the luau.

I sampled every malasada (Portuguese donut) I could get my hands on.

Mauna Kea - Who knew Hawaii had snow? Note the observatories.

That brings us to race morning. It's a 6am start for what is historically a rainy and humid race, but not this year; the forecast called for a high of 80F and no rain. Correction, it was 27C - even Hawaii loathes the imperial system and for that reason (along with others, I'm sure) has been involved in a secessionist movement longer than any other state! With a field of about 200 runners starting 15 minutes before the half marathon, I was able to pick out the likely leaders. This is a game The Wife and I often play before a race. Even with a small field size, there is always a ringer looking for a marathon win (see my post on the Vermont marathon about a runner I run into often who holds the world record for most marathon wins). They, however, probably never expected their competition to come from a guy wearing only a pair of hot pink, women's shorts he just bought at the expo the night before.

And for that reason, we went out fast...

The first 16 miles of the course were rather hilly before the remainder flattened out. I knew that and I had a sensible plan going into the race but that all changed when The Ghost's disappearing act was becoming inevitable. Who is The Ghost you ask? I had that same question during and after the race. I was getting updates from the locals along the course about how far ahead Billy, The Ghost, was. When I finished, Billy was the only name on many lips, and I had several people congratulate me for just beating Billy. Billy Barnett happens to be a Big Island resident who is well-known in ultra running circles, not only for his nearly inhuman abilities on the running trails, but also his introduction to the world through his role in the book, Born to Run, known therein as Billy "Bonehead" Barnett. He later received the nickname "The Ghost" by winning the 2010 Big Island International Marathon and then disappearing before anyone could congratulate him.

If the first 6 miles were a challenge to keep up with Billy and one other runner, the miles that followed became downright depressing. I was well-trained (averaging 72 miles / week for 12 weeks and doing Crossfit two nights per week) and I had no psychosomatic injuries at the start line (this was a first). You would think I would have been faster having just shaved my one-and-a-half-year-old, 5+ inch beard. So why did I feel horrible? It's interesting how one's perspective changes when hope disappears and then reappears. I went into this race knowing I had a chance to win it, a chance that dissipated as I fell further behind with each mile until I could no longer see The Ghost. However, something incredible happened just as I was ready to give up at mile 23: I saw him and I was closing in on his 4-5 minute lead. At this point, I told myself it was still possible to win and that I didn't come here not to try. I took the lead just after mile 25 and held it to the finish. The photographs show an exhausted and slightly bewildered me while The Wife looked as if she had just won the race herself! Even she had written me off early and was floored that I pulled it off in the final stretch...she had just told Billy,  "you've got this, no problem"! You can see how my splits began to fade and then pick for the last few miles here: https://connect.garmin.com/modern/activity/720570424

What did I win, you ask? Various products like BioAstin (www.itakebioastin.com) (this stuff appears to be all the rage in Hawaii and with endurance athletes but curiously is not approved by the FDA), Kona coffee, and gift certificates from various local businesses: the botanical gardens (www.worldbotanicalgardens.com), the local running store (owned by a Chicago guy!) (www.bigislandrunningcompany.com), and Hawaii's equivalent of Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory (www.bigislandcandies.com/BIC). We were interviewed by the paper and decided to use the article as a means for announcing that we are expecting a son in August/September, our third child (three under the age of three) (http://westhawaiitoday.com/sports/local-sports/hilo-marathon-brunette-grabs-victory-out-thin-air). When the paper came out the next morning, our B&B brought it down for all the guests to see. The proprietor had joked when we checked in that I had better win the race so they could promote the B&B as a place that winners stay. Later at the beach, a woman recognized The Wife...and then me! 

The rather large photo and article that ran in the paper

There are two things you should take away from this post and our Hawaii visit: 1. Running, like everything else, really is an issue of mind over matter. With the right attitude, anything is possible. 2. Kona coffee is just coffee. It's good. But it does not, in any discernible way, justify the premium you'll pay for it. 

Getting lei'd at the awards ceremony