Wednesday, February 23, 2011

2011 Standard Chartered Half Marathon – Race Report

2011 Standard Chartered Half Marathon – Race Report

Distance: Half Marathon (21.3 Kilometers)
Start Time: 05:45
Weather: 13°C, 77% Relative Humidity
Terrain: Predominately flat with moderate rolling hills over the final 6 Kilometers.
Bib #: 55495


One would think that after the countless races I have joined over the last two years that I would have pre-race logistics and general preparation down to a science.  Last year I took every race very seriously and began planning everything days in advance (kit, nutrition, recovery bag contents, travel, etc.).  Since this year I down graded from the full to half marathon, I didn’t bother doing much in the way of planning. Mistake.  The night before the race I laid out my kit and stuffed some gels and cash for the taxi ride home in my race belt.  I decided to skip checking in a bag at the start so I get could sleep in an extra thirty minutes.

At 4:00am the alarm went of and I went straight for the coffee machine.  2 cups later, right on schedule, I shuffled into the restroom to lose 2 pounds.  I forgot to set out socks so I had to do a bit of digging around in the dark to find a pair.  Next I was searching for my number bib everywhere but finally remembered that I left it in the car. I was out of the door by 4:45.

I reached the race start at about 5:20 in Tsim Sha Tsui.  The place was buzzing with excitement and I noticed that runners were already beginning to queue at the start line.  I was wearing an old pair of sweat pants / top that never quite fit right and had planned to ditch them at the road side a couple of minutes before the start.  Despite the cold temperature I felt pretty warm standing among thousands of other runners so I stripped of the sweats and chucked them to the side of the road.  I think when I pulled down my sweatpants my race belt (containing gels and taxi cash), unbeknown to me at the time, went with them.

The Run

Following tradition, the countdown to the start was in Cantonese.  Sap! Gau! Baat! Chat! Luk! Ng! Sei! Saam! Yi! Yat! Then the horn blasted and we were off.  I was about 20 or so meters back from the front so it took 30 seconds or so before I reached the Champion Chip timing mat.  By the way, why do people try to start “running” before reaching the start line?  Basic physics or common sense would tell us that it should take a bit of time to spew thousands of queued runners out onto a relatively narrow course.  It reminds me of driving on a congested freeway.  There are always motorists that are somehow “special” or in more of a hurry than anyone else and try to cut-in and lane-swap their way forward.  This can only result in increased congestion and reduced net speed overall—for everyone on the road.  It only takes a handful of “special people” or let’s just call them manufacturers of inefficiency, to create an utter mess.  Keep in mind that I am only ranting about what happens before crossing the starting line. Naturally, everything that happens after that is a race.  Perhaps next time I will consider starting the race wearing a gas mask while double-fisting pepper spray—but then that would make me one of the special people wouldn’t it?  Damn.

My target for the race was to run a PR at sub 1:43 (set in Nottingham Robin Hood Half Marathon in Nottingham, UK).  I didn't really have an aggressive plan of how to beat this time and just figured that I would know by the halfway point if I was feeling strong enough to go for it.  I would need to run an average of 4:50 splits to get there.  I decided to up the tempo just slightly so that I could be close to a 4:50/K average by the halfway point but not so much that I would blow up too early.

Kilometers 1 - 5 cumulative average split: 05:06

Somewhere around 8 or 9K I saw Thomas Kiprotich zoom by the on the opposite side of the road in the lead.  He looked relaxed and graceful holding onto a lead of around a minute.  Gi Ka Man (紀嘉文) came by in second but was visibly laboring in his pursuit of Thomas.  It must be a mixture of frustration and fortune for local Chinese runners to have to regularly compete with a super fast Kenyan that hangs his hat in Hong Kong.

At the 11K mark I was still holding on to a good pace and roughly calculated that I was on schedule for a PR.  The final   6K after emerging from the Western Cross Harbour Tunnel would be the deciding factor.  I would need to have significant fuel in the tank to power over a series  of rolling hills.  I felt the onset of stomach cramps but used the old trick of switching my inhale breath to sync with the opposite foot.  After a few minutes the cramps were gone.  It also helped to have the distraction of seeing the leading pack of Kenyan runners float by on the opposite side of the road for the full marathon.  It looked like a group of 10 or so runners all in a tight bunch so as to control any surges or breakaways.

At 12K I reached down for a Gu but to my surprise my race belt was not there.  I spent the next kilometer cursing myself for my stupidity after finally figuring out that I left it at the start line with my sweat pants.  I knew that there was nothing to be gained by dwelling on the mistake.  I had an important decision to make very quickly.  I could either decide that the lack of Gu already cost me a chance at a PR and just ease up on the pace or I could stay focused and improvise by taking on more of the Watsons Iso-tone energy drink that was available at each aid station.  I'm glad that I chose the latter--despite additional adverse consequences that we will get to later.

When I reached the entrance of the Western Tunnel I recalled how miserable I was at this same spot during the full marathon a year earlier.  That brief reflection gave me a bit of a boost and I charged through the tunnel.  The tunnel is about 2 kilometers long.  The first half is downhill and the second is up.  I lost satellite connection on my Garmin 310XT so I didn't know my splits (and still can't figure them out).

Kilometers 6 - 13 cumulative average split: 4:54
Kilometers 1 - 13 cumulative average split: 5:00

I didn't have all of this math figured out while on the run but this clearly indicates the importance of running even splits!  A 0:0:12/K pace increase after the slow first 5K only resulted in 0:0:06 improvement of net average pace.  To get a PR, I would have needed to run the final 8K to the finish at an average pace of 4:30/K.  Its entertaining considering this now as it is clear that there is no way I could have pulled off that pace; however, I didn't know that at the time and still had high hopes as I emerged from the Western Tunnel.

Not long after the tunnel the rolling hills made their appearance.  My legs were not responding and I started to struggle with some GI issues probably connected to the Is-tone stuff.  Within the span of nearly a kilometer I realized that today was not a PR day.  I didn't drop the ball entirely though.  I kept the legs turning over and ran through Central, Wanchai and finally into the finishing district of Causeway Bay.  Once in Causeway Bay it is a much easier to run with your chin up as the streets are lined with supporters cheering and chanting every runner passing by.

The last kilometers passed in a blink and I crossed the finish with a reaction-less expression.  I thought to myself, "Well, at least this was a decent Sunday long run in the bank."

Despite having IM France as my "A" race for 2011, I'd still like to think that I can improve my PRs over various running distances while I am at it.  I don't think I can safely cling to that as a goal though.  If it happens then great but nothing is more critical to me than building the fitness necessary to finish in France.

Run Time: 1:47:18 (18 seconds slower than the HKDRC Half marathon I ran 4 months earlier--which is a much more challenging course. )

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

2011 Hong Kong Dragons Winter Warriors Race #1 - Race Report






2011 Hong Kong Dragons Winter Warriors Race #1
Date: February 12, 2011
Swim: 600m
Bike: 16K
Run: 6K
Time: 07:00
Air Temp: 13 Degrees Celcius
Water Temp: Damn cold.
Location: South Bay Beach, Hong Kong Island
Hours of sleep the night before: 3
Why 3?: Because I am dumb.

The Swim

I am flabbergasted by the amount of swim fitness that I have lost in the month away from the water.  This race was a welcome smack in the face to remind me to get back in gear both for IM 70.3 Singapore at the end of March and of course IM France in June.  I think there were 6 or 7 Dragons that toed the line that morning.  That's a rather small turnout and I can't help now but to think that the no-shows were the wise ones.  Wait, scratch that.  The no-shows are the weak.  We strong, strong like bull.  (I'm still not convincing myself)

I made a rookie mistake during frantic packing the night before and forgot to throw my goggles in the bag.  Fortunately another Dragon had a spare pair to loan me on race morning.  Lesson learned: Do not expect a borrowed pair of goggles to fit well, keep out water or not fog up.  As someone shouted out "30 seconds to start" I was standing there tugging and fiddling around with my goggles to try to keep them attached to my face.  My fingers were numb from the cold and I don't think I could feel my feet at all in the cold sand. "15 seconds!"  I was still messing with the damn goggles when the horn sounded and we ran for the water.  That first splash was pure hell.  I may as well have jumped into an ice hole (I seriously do not understand how some folks enjoy ice swimming in Speedos as a hobby).  Within seconds my heart rate went from 60 to an estimated 175 bpm.  Having not swam since the sun took a vacation more than a month ago I had absolutely no feel for the water and no muscle memory of stroke mechanics or breathing technique.  By the first buoy I had succeeded in reaching dead last place in the water--and it got progressively worse from there.  Freestyle became nostyle to side stroke to breast stroke to back stroke to floating and gasping.  It felt like total pandemonium in the brain.  I was cold, out of breath and pissed off at myself.  Despite repeated efforts to just relax and have an easy controlled swim (not fast but at least respectable) nothing was working and I was stuck just sloppily splashing my way through the 600 meters.  When I came out of the water the beach was empty and everyone else was already on their bikes.

600m - 13:40

The Bike

There isn't much to say about the bike course which consisted of 4 loops of 4K with some moderate climbing and descents through traffic that we had to take slow for safety reasons.  My T1 transition was about 2 minutes (relatively fast considering I had to climb a set of stairs and strip off a wetsuit)  After about 2 kilometers I caught my breath, shook off the swim and got down to business.  I managed to pass one person on the bike saving me from being last overall.

16K - 41:01


The Run

My T2 transition was about 5 seconds.   I was determined to make up more ground on the run.  I was hoping to pass at least 2 others but only managed 1.  I had major stomach cramps on both sides but still managed to hang on to a decent pace.

6K - 33:10

Conclusion: Overall this was a sad performance but much needed benchmark.  I will put this behind me and get to work on all 3.

Tuesday, February 01, 2011

Bling

I have finally put together the "Shit That Will Kill Them" machine (thanks Lance for coining the perfect descriptor).  I have been having some trouble with the fit though and my lower back is destroyed.  I can't point the finger to anything in particular (LBS fit job, saddle height, saddle angle, saddle to drop distance, stem length, fitness, cleat position, posture, saddle type, etc. etc.)  I decided to put the future success of my long rides in the TT position in the seemingly capable hands of TTBIKEFIT.com.  I produced a cycling video and sent it in for analysis.  Let's see how it goes!

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Storm. Yes, Storm like:

I thought about naming her Rogue which would fit nicely with the concept of Shit That Will Kill Them, but then I decided against it since Rogue takes the life out of everything she touches.  Considering that I will be riding her I decided I'd better keep name hunting. Then I came upon Storm.  Perfect.  Okay...riding the storm...Riders on the Storm by the Doors?? Lame.  Not enough power and determination in that song. Searching searching searching...found a metal band called Stormriders.  There we go.  Check out these nice family friendly lyrics from  their 1994 track "Into Battle."  A bit harsh but I think this is the attitude I'd like Storm to have.  Done.  Let's see how Storm's increasingly lethargic rider can keep up.