Seeking Nirvana via Beach Interval Training

It's the return of the Oaxaca beach run!
I'm back to my favorite kilometer of beach, facing due south form Oaxaca, in the magical beach puebla San Agustinillo.
I like to get out early. Coffee up a bit and hit the packed sand around 7:30 a.m.

SAT & SUN workouts

Saturday was a down & back warmup of a bit over six minutes. Then down the beach east into the sun over 2:19.
Back again in 2:16.
Down & back in 5:06, then again down & back in 4:56.
2 @ 100 or so stride, half mile race pace -- pretty fast! A looping, fast stride.
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Sunday, again the down and up the beach warmup, this time I think 6:15.

Then a first easy interval, down the beach in 2:33 from my cabana.

Then I expanded the interval to the complete arc of beach, a point to point crescent, perhaps 900 meters in truth. A bit more. I busted up and down this stretch 3X over 9:44. Bopping between race pace for 5K - 10K.

Rest 7 - 8 minutes then the (shorter) down & back from my cabana that I marked the day before, this time 4:58.

Finish the workout with only one fast bit, @ 20. seconds. Maybe legs a bit tight from this business so I close it there.
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I'll see if I can drag me booty out agin tomorrow AM to seek nirvana via intervals on the beach.
Running up and down my favorite beach in the world at a fast clip, doing a few intervals, is about as much fun as I can have with my pants on, but after a couple days of it, I know I have yet to get myself to that state where I have to whip myself to go on.

Prefontaine actually said that was his goal in a race. Take it out so hard, and stay on it until you have to whip yourself to go on. Jesus, how many runners really do that? Ever do that? Tomorrow morning, our last day here for now, I'll see if I even remember the concept!

I've pushed pretty hard in a couple of my races this year, but in honesty I haven't hit that crazy rubric of Pre's too much since I was a gung-ho kid, full of strength and foolhardy bravado.

OK, It's Monday morning and I'm wondering where the macho ideas about running like Prefontaine came from? I'll tell you exactly where it came from, that was the wine talking, folks. What the heck, I'm at the beach for a few days, of course I'm gonna sit there and look at the stars over the ocean at night, sip a glass or two of wine, pluck my guitar and fantasize about running my guts out.

The truth is, my geezer legs are not up to it today, they are barking at me. The previous two days have seen a total of 33:56 in middle distance intervals on the beach, not including the couple fast bursts even! So today I settle for 17:20 of a rhythm buildup, slowing increasing the pace, on sore legs. Good enuff.

I'll be back to San Agustinillo for the last week of January and we'll see how it goes then. Could be interesting, especially if I finally try a marathon in Oaxaca City a month after that! For sure, I'm running a flat, fast 10K on my old home course (Lake Merritt, Oakland, CA) in four weeks. That will be fun. So this weekend's speedy bits are money in the bank for that one.

Zip me an email about running, or if you want to book a Oaxaca running tour!

Steve, the grumpy runner

Eyeing a First Marathon

An inagural marathon for my adopted city of Oaxaca has been announced for this Feb 28th, about 3.5 months from now. So, should this be my first marathon?

I'd like to tackle the marathon, but it is a bit daunting to do your first one at mile-high altitude. And, this being Oaxaca, it's bound to be a hilly course. The goal would be to finish. Later on I can entertain thoughts of a Boston qualifier, likely on a flat course in a state-side race.

I'm in decent shape, and I've run my first two half marathons this year. There is just enough time for me to do a marathon buildup. But, I've had a sore achilles tendon on my right leg. I ran some stellar workouts in October but just took a week off and partied my way through Dia De Muertos and feel like a slug just now! And I'm back on coffee. Big deal you say, but I have an electrical heart issue, coffee can give me an irregular beat and slow my running right down.

The achilles tendon. I can do alternating hot/ice treatment to get the circulation going and bring the swelling down. I can warm up better and rotate my running shoes, and I can eat pineapple and berries, the nutritional recommendation for this problem. So I think I have it covered.

Honestly, I'll have a tougher time quitting coffee (again!). Also, I'm in a band and mezcal lurks around the band. I'll need to motivate myself to back off these beloved poisons if I wanna do a marathon!

Finally, there's my history as a runner. I'm a miler at heart, running the event in earnest for about six years as a kids. I managed to get my head around the half marathon this year. Can I do the same for the full 26.2 mile run?

We'll see. I'm thinking on it here. More thinking to come. But, I will hit the Oaxaca hills this week and log the miles, starting a provisional marathon training program, keeping my options open.

Note: Here it is a few days later. Just ran an 11 mile hilly run to see what a relatively long run feels like off current fitness. I can say, ouch! I'll just have to keep going long and see where it leads.

Steve, aka the Grumpy Runner

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Oaxaca Running Tours - Menu Choices

Greetings, Steve Lafler here, the "Grumpy Runner". I lead running tours in and around the city of Oaxaca, Mexico. Let me know when you'll be in town and we can schedule a run. Just zip me an email and we'll set it up.

Oaxaca Run Menu

1. Runs in the hills to the north of the city. Enjoy vistas of the Oaxaca valley from the ridges of San Felipe Del Agua and Ejido Guadalupe Victoria. We start on the "Libramiento", a paved road (mostly) closed to traffic. We continue on mountain trails. These runs can be as short as 3 miles, or as long as two hours.

2. Flat-lander runs at Parque Tequio, south of the city center near the airport. Parque Tequio is a green oasis in the city, with a flat 5Kish loop. Good for those who want to avoid hills! Run as short or as far as you want, in 5K increments.

3. Interval training. If you want to train hard and fast, let's do it. There is a 400 meter track near the airport, or better yet there is a great flat stretch of road with no traffic in the hills, about 600 meters. We can run intervals as per your needs, and I can time you & call splits.

4. Interval training in the hills. If you're a glutton for punishment, we can do hill repeats until you drop.

My running tour fee is $250 pesos per hour, including driving. Drop me an email to book!

Best regards,
Steve Lafler

Finishing a 10K just before Xmas 2015. Yup, I ran too hard in the middle of the race again!

Tilting Against Cows Above the Irish Sea

A quick report tonight, with an invigorating 10K romp fresh in mind. We're on vacation in Belfast, Northern Ireland. I find out there is a set of runs at the famed “Giants Causeway” (wacky coastal rock formations) for Saturday, on the north coast of Ireland, just over an hour from Belfast city!

We rent a car and set out, getting lost in Belfast while my father-in-law announces his internal dialog about where I should drive. Thanks! We suss it out and soon we're on our way pushing north through the emerald green countryside on a sparkling fall day—brisk, but hardly cold. Perfect running weather!

Arriving in the quaint tourist village of Portballintrae, I find race director Lucy, a harried but friendly (shortish) gal. She'd told me earlier in the week the race was full, but upon noticing my email signature (cartoonist), I'm in! Maybe I'll do the design for the race shirt next year! Meanwhile, I squeak a race entry at the last minute. Thank you, Lucy!

The race finishes at Portballintrae village center, so we'll be bused downwind to the starting line. Runners load up on a few double decker buses for the short drive out to the start at a coastal trail. We exit the buses and take a charming walk, a good kilometer down a country lane through pastures to the start perched above the sea.

The 10K run begins on a small bit of flat, grassy ground next to a coastal trail, perched a couple hundred feet up a cliff above the ocean. I note there is scarce room for the 250 or so runners! To complicate things, Half Marathoners, Marathoners and Ultra runners already en route are on the trail. Did I mention it's generally a one-person-wide trail?! This could get interesting.

And of course it is, right away, as the field bolts from the start for a hill less than 100 meters away, said hill having room for but a single file. So, it's a dash, then a walk. Once over the hill and on the flat, I scramble by runners as I'm able, landing in a hole by the trail, right leg disappearing up to my knee, and going down. At least I fall on long grass, no problem, bounce right up and keep going.

It's a breathtakingly gorgeous day, and spectacular course. We scramble up and down hills on the muddy path above the ocean. Sometimes there are steps to climb. I continue to bolt past other runners when I can. To complicate things, there are plenty of Half Marathoners and Ultra runners who are either walking or running at a crawl, and I whoosh by them as cleanly as possible, often bushwacking through long grass and brambles.

Usually I don't get caught up in racing until the second half of a 10K, but this crazy course on a narrow path has me scrambling and jockeying for position from the get-go. And guess what, it's crazy fun! And I'm ready for it. I've been in Belfast for a few days, not running. So I guess you could say I tapered for the race! And, despite the hills and rough terrain, I've been training at Oaxaca's (Mexico) altitude in mountains, I'm used to keeping a rhythm on crazy terrain, so I can do it today.

Oh, did I mention the cow gates? Four or five times in the race, we run up 3 steps and jump over cow gates. It's fun! Who knew? I get into it. Sort of like a steeplechase. There is a ton of starting/stopping, climbing, rushing by slower runners, it's like a race where you make moves constantly. Man, I'm used to maybe 3 moves tops in a distance race. So I embrace it and focus on rhythm, and it works!

Throughout the run, I manage to keep passing other runners. Most are super slow, running the longer events, they are not in the 10K run group. But I can tell when I catch a 10K participant, they are going a heck of a lot faster. And, some of them fight me off. But today, I am in the groove – not one runner I pass is able to re-pass me!

This makes me bold, giddy, and I take off after one tough looking guy, blue shirt, tall dude. Then we hit the one water station on the course. It's clogged! Stand-abouts everywhere, get the hell offa the course! What a mess! I drink my water and realize there's nowhere to throw the cup out, so I retrace a few steps and hit the trash can. A bit of frustration, we've been implored to not litter. Maybe there shoulda been one more trashcan a few meters after the drink station (minor complaint)?

The blue shirt guy is now 30 meters up on me, and I can't dent his lead too much. Well, we hit a killer downhill. I'm like, WTF, let's go. I bolt down the hill and pull up on him. I'm exhausted, but still full of adrenaline. My altitude training helps me rhythm up. I roll by blue shirt dude. He doesn't fight and I eye the next guy, a good 40 meters up, white shirt, teen dude.

I catch him at the bottom of a hill, another kilometer on, but then he flies up the hill before I can pass. Go kid. Don't let the old guy getcha! We turn at the top and the finish is 50 meters on. Aw hell, no wonder white shirt teenage dude took off! I sprint those last few meters and forget to turn my watch off at the finish. What an exhilarating run! Total fun! I guess I was a couple seconds over 50 minutes, not bad for such a shit-kicking trail run. I'll look up the results when they are posted. I think I was top 15, we'll see.

OK, here I am three weeks later, finally the results were posted. I finished 12th out of 220 runners in 50:27, decent time considering the terrain, fences and scores of slow runners on the one-person-wide path!

I'll be back again for the Causeway Coast races if I can! What a blast!

Want to book a Oaxaca, Mexico running tour? Email Steve!

Outkick The Cheater!

Today was the fourth annual (Insert race name here) 10K in Oaxaca's Parque Llano. Why don't I know the name of this race??? I ran unofficially to get a workout, as I'm in the early stages of the next Half Marathon buildup. As the Grumpy Runner, do I have to know the name of every damn race?! Heck no.

It's yet another Sunday morning 10K in Parque Llano, Oaxaca's premiere venue for such events. This is a gorgeous park in the Centro neighborhood of my adopted city. I love these Sunday a.m. runs, they are convivial, boisterous and fun. The field is always pretty good, this mile high city is a real running town. An extra strong field is on hand today, with prize money on offer. A couple of the local Kenyans who live and train around here show up, sniffing a payday, and even chubby grandmother runners put their best foot forward when there is prize money on the line.

Me, I'm looking for a workout. I'd had a 24 hour bug earlier this week and I was happy just to be there. I do not pay the 200 peso entry fee so I am not in the money hunt. As an aside, it's perfectly acceptable here to run with no number. No race official or announcer hassles you on the course or at the finish.

I believe this is how it should be! I grew up racing in New England small town runs where this was acceptable. I almost always ran with a number, but no one bothered me when I didn't. Sometimes I just plain could not afford it. No big deal. But back to the subject at hand...

The gun goes off and we settle in. A pretty clean start for a Oaxacan race, things can get messy/chaotic here--runners bunching at the start line, pouring over, group false starts that never come back, but not today.

I settle in at a modest clip and I'm pleased to feel half decent! An honest pace, but not pushing my luck. Maybe 5:00 per kilometer. I'm coming off a PR 1:44:35 half marathon a month back (yup, a sea level race), but I've taken time off. No rush today.

But here's a dude with a shock of wavy gray hair, he wants to race. You go for it pal, I'm just minding my own groove. But every time I inch up on Mr. Hair, he takes off. I guess he figures we're competing for the 50+ division payday, fair enough. I pay no mind, looking to relax and hit a good rhythm.

Now we're rolling pretty good, not great, through 2, 3, 4K. It's an out-and-back course, I'm inching up on hair guy again at the turnaround. My middle distance past pops out of nowhere, I take the turn and put on a burst to get by Mr. Hair and another dude. Why not keep pressing? I like the idea of running a bit faster than my comfort level in a race, and manage a good kilometer surge. Pass a couple-few runners.

Coming back to earth, I hit a mild rough patch as we dip under an overpass and then climb up from it. One or two short, stocky Oaxacans ease by me on the uphill. We run by a big 7K marker (the only distance marker in the race?!) and I see 35:20 on my watch. OK, good workout in hand. Just want to finish in good order.

I'm working a bit to keep pace with the folks around me. We're running city blocks and taking 90 degree turns here and there, we don't run on Calle Calzada de Republica, a diagonal street that would be the quickest return to Parque Llano, gotta get in those 10 kilometers, yes we do!

With maybe 2K to go, two guys come up from behind, going pretty good. Without thought, I settle in with them and hitch a ride. This hurts, but it's do-able. After 5 - 600 meters, I have to let go but now we can sniff the finish.

I'm back to trying to keep pace with runners around me--I look up and to my great surprise... it's Mr. Hair! He's unmistakable, a skinny dude in running tights (amongst stocky Oaxacans in their shorts). When the heck did he pass me??? Answer: He didn't!

Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Yes! Hair guy is so intent on a run for the prize money, he cut across the course on the diagonal street and shaved off a goodly chunk of meters, emerging in better position. There are very few course monitors out there, so it's do-able. I see it all in a flash, there's no way this guy passed me.

We're 800 meters to go and hair guy is right in front of me. I'm hurting pretty good from my two surges, but I stalk him. Seems I can hold on, working the rhythm. We're around the penultimate bend, and those who have something still in the tank pick it up. I'm next to Hairball now as the pace increases. I think, "I own you, dude". Yes, I was a miler in college, these instincts never go away, really. I'm 58 years old and nowhere's near as fast as I used to be, but I'm a bit pissed just now and I'm thinking, "What would Mo do?".

I'm waiting, I don't go too soon. Lay down your cards hair guy, let's see what your cheating butt has left in it! He tries to take off with about 180 to go and I cover that. OK, my turn, and I'm away. Take the last turn and hit the gas. Take it up to a good middle distance cruise if not an actual sprint. Through the line and I don't look back. I like to chat with fellow runners after the race, but what am I going to say? "Did you plan ahead to cut the course, or was it spur of the moment?"

OK, I freely admit, Mr. Hair might have somehow slipped by unnoticed. It happens. But I was pretty aware over this run, and noticed a couple very stocky Oaxacans in shorts going by in the second half, but nary a skinny dudes in tights. In the end, it pulled me to a 1/2 decent race. I was surprised to check my watch and see 49:57. Not that fast, but for today I'll take it.

Want to schedule a Oaxaca hill/trail running tour? Email Steve

Summer Breeze Half Marathon, San Leandro CA

Ran the Summer Breeze Half Marathon this past Saturday (Aug. 1), in the "East Bay" right near Oakland, CA, staged by Brazen Racing. What a well-run event it was! Since I'm a grumpy old bastard, I really enjoy a race with a well-marked course, ample porta-potties, an organized start and competent timing/results. All this happened!

And, I got a spectacularly ugly finishers medal, what a score! Note the olde New England type whale in there, hard to beat.

The course is near perfect - a gravel and paved bike/hiking trail along the eastern shore of the San Francisco Bay. Mostly flat with a few rises and a couple foot bridges. Only one tight turn, not including the hair-pin turnaround on the out and back course.

There are mile markers along the way to gauge your progress if you like that kinda thing. As the race name promises, there is a bit of wind off the bay, but it mostly keeps things pleasant, it's only a minor battle into the wind for a few brief moments on the course.

All this is ideal for me-- this being my second half marathon, on a flat, fast sea-level course. Having run a 1:50:08 over a hilly course at the mile-high altitude of Oaxaca some few months back, I have my eye on improving my time here.

I'd trained decently in the weeks and months prior to this run, and tapered a bit in the days before the race. I have the confidence instilled by running mountainous courses in the altitude of Oaxaca. Feeling good after a couple miles just under 16 minutes, I relax and bend into the run. I am going for it. At first, a good number of runners pass me. The further I run, fewer runners get by, and I start picking people off. I mainly keep my own council on pace.

At 5 miles, I'm full of run, but recognize this is serious work. Again, reflecting on months of preparation, I know I can power through. I ride the rhythm through strong patches alternating with tough patches. I consistently hit mile markers at less than 8 minute pace overall, but my actual pace varies from about 7:45 to 8:15.

Passing the 7 and 8 mile markers, I work hard, it feels like a long way to go. A guy drafts up on me and stays behind me. It's a narrow path with runners in both directions, he's keeping the path clear and pressing me from behind.

Finally he draws even and asks "want to work together?" It takes me a few minutes, but I adjust to the tandem run and we help each other a lot, steadily passing stragglers who fall off the pace. I relax and focus on rhythm.

So this guy Duane and I roll on, battling a bit of wind with a mile to go. A third runner glues himself to us. I kick with 300 to go and Duane is there, we cross the line together in 1:44:35. I am pleased! It is nice to keep my own rhythm most of the way, but the cooperation of the final part of the race is a great positive experience. Thanks Duane!

I win my division (55 - 59) and place 42nd out of just over 407 runners. Last year I think they had 700, participation may have been affected by last weekends San Francisco Marathon. Too soon to race so far again in the local scene, I guess.

Enjoyed some good fruit, water and snacks after the race, and I was on my merry way. My only complaint? Where the hell was the promised technical T-Shirt??? I paid 60 clams and didn't get my damn shirt! Nowhere to be found. Oh well, I still loved the event. Well done, Brazen racing!

The Summer Breeze 1/2 caps off a successful visit to El Norte (aka the U.S. of A.) for me in running terms. As part of my training, I throw in a 5000 on the track (no taper!) in 21:39 back on July 7. Modest by most standards, for this vintage runner it's the fastest in 5 - 6 years.

Oh, and I almost forgot to say Happy Birthday Jerry! The run was on Aug. 1, afterall.

Email Steve -- especially if you'd like to set up a Oaxaca running tour!

Really Cool Runs at RunGuides

During June I had the pleasure of writing a bunch of articles for the RunGuides distance running site on the subject of Really Cool Runs. The articles are about truly cool and unusual races around the globe.

Here's a sampling links to the Really Cool Runs articles:

Really Cool Runs - Tenzing-Hillary Everest Marathon

 

Really Cool Runs - Cappadocia Ultra Trail Turkey

Really Cool Runs - Patagonian International Marathon

Visit the RunGuides Articles page for more Really Cool Runs, and a lot of other great content for runners. This is a great site, a comprehensive guide for the distance running enthusiast.

 

Anniversary of City of Oaxaca 9.5 K Race Review

May 3, 2015

This morning I ran the Anniversary of the City of Oaxaca 9.5K race, starting at the Plaza de Danza in Oaxaca Centro.

The start was pure vaudeville, and typical for a Oaxaca road race. First the inflatable arc at the start/finish line is blown up. Then it collapses. Then it's up again, reinforced with rope. Collapses again. It's shoved aside, and officials mark the start line with utility tape and runners line up behind it. Over the next few minutes, the unruly mob presses forward. Old ladies, chubbie guys and kids under 10 are all right up front. Some dude appears with a starter pistol, and starts a countdown from ten. The mob has slowly moved about 25 meters onto the course by then, and takes off when the countdown reaches four.

I'd intended to be in about the fourth row of runners, heck I'm fit but I am 58 years old. No need to be right up front. By the time the unruly mob begins to run, I'm back in about the 12th row, behind piles of kids, a stroller, and aforementioned super oldsters and chubby people. I run the first 300 meters or so at maybe a 12 minute mile pace before I settle into my planned sub 8 minute per mile pace.
Why so slow? Well, as said, I'm 58, we are at mile high altitude and I happen to know there is a 2K huge steady uphill at about the 3K mark!

I get to 3K in pretty good order, there's a few ups and downs heading northwest out of town towards the highway to Mexico City, but it's basically flat. I'm setting an honest rhythm, but not killing myself; I'm taking this race as a hard workout, I did not taper for it, I'm at the beginning of training for a Half Marathon in California some 3 months out.

Then the 2K-long hill. I figure I'm gonna buzz by people up this hill by maintaining my rhythm. After all, I train on courses that go from 5000 to 6000 feet and back. But no, we're all training in Oaxaca. I pass maybe 7 people, and about the same number pass me.

We crest the hill a few meters shy of the halfway mark. I'm passing a few, and some smart runners who went out easy are passing me on the down slope. We settle into a groove on the flat, I'm working to relax and get in my flow. Going good, but not racing per se. Some of the people I catch want to race, and I ignore it. Some who go by me are really "making a move", which I also ignore. I'm running near redline but not going into it, working my own rhythm, and I'm not wasting energy varying my pace.

There is a small amount of prize money on the line today, so I guess that ups how competitive people are. I've been racing since age 15 in 1972, I still get competitive, but I see no point in being competitive in the first half of a long distance race! Why waste energy? My ideal these days is to run negative splits, especially if I'm looking to compete. I prefer to run my own pace the first half, establish the right rhythm, then hit the gas in the second half.

Now past halfway, we buzz down the main drag separating the north and south of the city, Ninos Heroes de Chapultepec (aka the Pan American Highway). We hook a right at the baseball stadium, circumnavigating the center of town, heading gently downhill, then take a right on Morelos for a long straight drive to the finish. I'm rolling OK,  but it's an effort with a week of workouts in my legs and no race taper.

I'm playing it a bit conservative, who knows how long this course really is, and where it will take us! I'm still passing a few, while some relative kids continue to pass me. Then I notice a shift, people are picking it up. With a bit of surprise, I see that we're maybe 500 meters out, straight down Morelos, so I pick it up too.

Probably pass about 4-6 runners over the last 400, kicking but not killing it. I finish in 45:22, and I'm happy about it, my goal for this workout/race was 47:30. I can't complain!

The route was good, cars we're kept off the course. But as usual in Oaxaca, the start was a bit the mess. There was no running clock at the finish, no kilometer markers either. There were two good water stations. Nice! I usually don't drink water in a 10K, but I woke up feeling dehydrated so I was happy to drink at both today.

There were oranges, bananas, and gatorade at the finish, along with a free water bottle. Well, that's pretty cool cause the race was free! I didn't get a shirt, but I heard there were some.

I had to split right away to rejoin my family for a Sunday morning outing, so I have no idea what place I was. I'm gonna say somewhere between 100 - 150th place out of roughly 1000 participants. The tracking of results tends to be pretty slipshod locally. In 7 plus years here, I've only seen chip timing used once.

The most impressive thing about racing in Oaxaca is the quality of the fields. People here are born to altitude, always a plus in distance running. This is an area of Mexico with a high amount of indigenous people, they are stocky and strong as hell. Even some folks with a few extra pounds do okay running these races, provided they make the effort to get fit. Before living here, I was in Portland Oregon for two years, and I raced a lot. I got used to winning or being in the top 3 in my age category. That has yet to happen in Oaxaca!

Race Review: Medio Maraton Internacional, Oaxaca, Mexico

Here's a capsule review of the 1st Media Maraton (Half Marathon) Internacional in Oaxaca, Mexico.
The race was today and I want to get down some impressions of it.

It was a big deal for Oaxaca in terms of distance running as nearly 2000 runners took part. The course started at the CASA de Artes in the outlying village of San Agustin Etla, a gorgeous spot nestled in verdant hills. It finished at the IAGO, Institute de Artes Graphicas de Oaxaca in the center of the the city of Oaxaca.

Local big-shot artist Francisco Toledo apparently had something to do with the founding of the race. He's not only an excellent artist, but an altruistic dude. It's cool that he lent his hand, but unfortunately the organization of the event was lacking, probably no fault of our local artistic hero.

The course itself was good, lots of gradual ups and downs. Challenging but not super tough. At about the 16.5 kilometer mark, runners begin a climb up Cerro del Fortin, a 2K hill. It is very rough to run this big, long hill at this stage of the race. It was a fairly hot morning, and that was a factor, at least for a gringo like me.

There were a good five water stations along the way, very well done. This is something they got right. Thanks!

I searched online results, and none are up as of the day after the event. I'm curious as to the winners and age-group leaders.

Sadly, the good news ends there. The first edition of the race was OK on the actual course, but the overall organization was very poor.

I signed up two weeks in advance, which mattered for nothing. Numbers were distributed the evening before the race in a botched 2.75 hour debacle with huge lines and a lack of organization and efficiency.

On race morning, I arrived at the start area, along with nearly 2000 others, and there were NO portable toilets. With a friend, I tried to hit the rest rooms (they are large and very nice) in the CASA de Artes San Agustin, but we were blocked by security. I headed to the woods and conducted my business there.

The start was an unorganized and haphazard.

The impatient mob started to run, unbidden, but the officials managed to call the runners back, reformed the mob about 80 meters onto the course, and restarted about ten very edgy minutes later.

The race started on a narrow lane leading from the CASA de Artes. Lots of crowding and bumping ensued, with tons of very slow runners up front.

Finally, there were absolutely no distance markets anywhere on the course.

I ran the race, and at the end, I was handed a t-shirt and medal, a water bottle and a banana, which I greatly appreciated.

It was an overall good experience for me, indeed it was only the second time I've ever attempted the half marathon distance, and the first time I finished it.  I never found that rhythmical groove that I look for in a long run, but paced myself decently and ground out a 1:50:08 performance. My goal was simply to finish, so I'm happy.

I tried once before to do a Half back in '78 when I'd just turned 21. I had no idea how to approach the race, and ran about a 5:35 - 40 per mile pace for 8 miles and then walked the rest of the way. It was not fun, a real lesson in long distance running for a miler.

Later on, at age 32, I finished a 20K race in 1:14:51, but I literally could not have run one more step. Clearly, I'm a middle distance guy at heart, and the 21K distance is a real challenge for me.

In conclusion, this race has a way to go to earn the respect of the local running community. Race organizers, do your research and improve the experience for the Oaxaca running community next time around. It's great to have this event in Oaxaca, just need to tidy up a few key details.

Caballo Blanco Ultra Cancelled: Bummer

Huge bummer to hear this news.
Here's a NY Times article on it.

My sometimes running mate Richard Stoutner was 23rd last year out of a field of 700+, no mean achievement over 80 kilometers.

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/03/07/sports/caballo-blanco-ultramarathon-is-canceled-over-threat-of-drug-violence.html?emc=eta1&_r=0


Steve

Hey Dallas Running Community

I've been doing some writing for the great distance running site RunGuides, which offers info on races all over the US and Canada, along with a ton of great articles on the sport.

I've recently composed a series of articles on the best 2015 Dallas races in a range of categories from 5K on up to Marathons and Ultras.

Soon I'll put up a link to my next batch of articles, on best Seattle races for 2015.

Big Cedar Ultra Run

The Trail Relay Has Arrived

I've been bitten by the trail running bug. A few months ago, I ran a mountain trail race here in Oaxaca, and it was the most fun I've had racing since high school cross country. I just heard about a new wrinkle in trail running: The Trail Relay!

The Ragnar Trail Cascades is an overnight running relay at the Loup Loup Ski Bowl in the state of Washington. Here's the rap from the official race website:

"Introducing Ragnar Trail Cascades-WA, an overnight trail running relay created for those with an adventurous spirit. Nestled in the heart of the Methow Valley among evergreen trees and endless views, Ragnar Trail Cascades will ignite your inner wild with a challenging course, vibrant sunrise/sunsets, and billions of stars. Crisp mountain air will fill your lungs as you conquer three different loops of trail running which feature awe-inspiring vistas of the Cascade Mountains. Ragnar Village offers both solitude and a party vibe as teams camp in and around the nearby Loup Loup Ski Area, make s'mores, star gaze, listen to live music, and cuddle up around the campfire with other Ragnarians."

Complete course info is also at the site, and it's enticing to read, beckoning a certain stripe of runner (well a certain type of relay team) to adventure. If I could do this run, I would! As I say, I've been bitten by the trail running bug, and also I'm a relay guy at heart, having churned out a steady stream of sub-two minute legs of the two-mile relay as an undergraduate at UMass some eons ago.

More Beach Intervals: Stealth and Slant Six on the Sand

Why am I the Grumpy Runner? Because at 57, I can no longer run like the wind at will. Why am I the luckiest man alive? Because at 57, I can still almost run like the wind any old time (being 57 is much better that not being 57, that is to say, no longer above the ground.) But I digress--let's talk about running at an angle in soft sand and messing up your ankles.

I find myself again at my favorite place for intervals/speed training, the beach town of San Agustinillo, Oaxaca. With it's gorgeous stretch of flat packed sand facing the Pacific, it's the perfect locale to buzz out barefoot intervals. Busting down the beach at a brisk clip just after dawn is my idea of a real good time. We pulled in yesterday after the six-hour winding mountain road drive at dusk. I trotted half a mile down the beach and back to shake off the effects of the curvy roads by sheer cliffs, happily contemplating the next morning's workout.

But there's a problem. Gotta hit the beach at 7 a.m., unless you are a glutton for heat running. This morning I knock down a tasty cup of decaf and head to the beach only to find the tide is in. This means slanted running. The beach dumps right to the surf at a pitched angle and the sand is soft. No fun. If I run fast there, I mess up my ankles and arches big time.

Strapping on my shoes, I hit the road for a few out-and-back miles up the coastal highway through the next town of Mazunte (think dread-locked Eurohippies) and beyond. Looking for a bit of a workout, I pick up the pace and hit a negative split on the return.

I'm resigned to running some mid-day intervals in the heat once the tide is out and the beach is flat and fast, but by mid-morning it's looking pretty good, the tide is almost out, and I stride up and down for a couple 600 meter repeats. Enough for now, insists my stomach, which I recently loaded with pancakes.

The day turns out hot, but not crazy hot. The sea is refreshing and I go on to do a few more repeats, at mid-day, 3 @ 150 medium fast and 2 @ 600 medium. Good enough. I'm here for a week. I often overdo it on the first day and my legs are sore as heck all week. So this year, I'll try to mete out just punishment enough each day so I can keep rolling.

Stealth & Speed

On our second full day in San Agustinillo, the tide is in come morning and I don't want to run on the soft, slanted beach. So I forget about it for a couple hours and have fun with the kids during a morning dip in the Pacific. By 9:30 or so, the tide has edged out sufficiently to open up a piece of beach I can run on, but we are about to sit down at Mexico Lindo, a great palapa restaurant, for breakfast on the beach.

Lucky for me, we discover that we forgot our snorkle gear, so I head back to the cabana and somehow manage to fit in a warmup run and a 600 meter trot at a brisk pace before returning for breakfast.

Over the course of the day, amongst family activities, I sneak in another snappy 600,  then later 2 @ 300 and 4 @ 200, all pretty quick. I'm not thinking about it as any sort of complete workout, but I realize by the end of the day that my legs are a bit sore so I kinda got it right. I'm also pleased that I stuck to my "no sprinting" rule, I don't want to mess myself up hitting top gear without a proper warm up (or this early in the week.)

If This is Tuesday...

OK I'm running a middle distance workout today, 10:30 a.m. already plenty hot on the beach, but the tide is headed out and there is a bit of breeze. I buzz out 4 @ 650 meters at what feels like a mile race pace. Remember that feeling you'd get in a high school mile? "I'm only a lap and a half in and I'm this tired?!" That's what I'm looking for, and I found it on the second repeat. Sure, I'm racing mostly 10K these days and thinking of tackling a half marathon, but I'm a miler at heart. I keep the rest between repeats at a bit over 2 minutes, and that's what makes it hurt.

Wednesday, I'm not running beach intervals today. Three days in a row is plenty for now! See you on the sand tomorrow.

OK, Thursday.

I did not get on the beach until after 3:00 p.m. today. It's hot and I'm more inclined to a siesta in the hammock that intervals on the beach, but I'm a trooper so here we go. Did I mention I'm on vacation here in San Agustinillo? There are amazing fresh fish fillets grilled in garlic, sublime fish tacos, boutique Italian spots run by actual Italians. Good food all around, and too much of it.

Eating too much is no excuse, so I soldier onto the beach and knock out a respectable 4 @ 650 with maybe 2.5 minutes between repeats. Not quite as fast as Tuesday, but darn close. I finish off the workout with 3 @ 150 - 180, working up to 80 - 85% speed. Still not sprinting, but not too far away either. It's exhilarating to work up to that relaxed yet intense full on middle-distance race cadence, as life-affirming an experience as any!

An hour later I try a couple 80 meter strides a bit slower to see what my legs think about today's workout. They think: Enough for now, dude!


Fried Egg

It's Friday and I'm a bit the fried egg. I've been sticking workouts and (elements of workouts) between family activities as the beach is still not good for fast running at 7:00 a.m. Running in the hottest part of the day is a bit of a challenge, even on the crest of the ocean with it's cooling effect. So today I grind out my 4 @ 650 meters with about 2:30 between in pretty good order at 3:00 p.m. It's work and my legs are a bit sore.

No further complaints! I've done five interval workouts since Sunday, courting the edge of oxygen debt a goodly number of times. Legs are pleasantly sore without being wrecked. Last year here, by the end of the week my legs were pretty ruined. I did a bigger volume of repeats then, but why overtax the system? I have three years of increasing my overall distance/volume in my legs, so a week of medium-hard effort intervals is appropriate.

I finish off today's workout with another fast burst, 100 meters at 85 - 90% effort. It's wonderful to open up my heart, mind and body to running like that, sort of collecting on the ecstatic promise of what is possible for a human being to do.

Headed Home

Before stepping in the car for the six hour drive back to Oaxaca city over the mountains, I step on the beach at 7:30. The sand is just firm enough today to buzz one more 650, fastest of the week. I guess you can call it intervals if you run just one!

Cappadocia Ultra Trail: A Great Challenge for Ultra Runners

Hey Ultra Runners, here's a real challenge for those of you who love an Ultra in a beautiful, rugged and exotic setting. The Cappadocia Ultra Trail takes place in Urgup, Turkey, in the hills and valleys of Cappadocia, a UNESCO world heritage site, on October 24 and 25, 2015. Participants can choose between 110, 62 or 33 kilometer events.

Visit the race web site at the above link for registration information and course maps.