Well, here we are at the end of another school year, another high school track season. The oldest boy has run some great races this spring that I have enjoyed mightily. I will miss it.
But, cross country is a-comin', and then there will be two Heikes boys running in the Olathe North colors. I can't wait.
Postscript: This post I first drafted three days ago with the thought that it would be the last post of the boy's sophomore year, but then something remarkable happened that will force me to joyfully add another shortly. Here is a teaser from a little track meet today in Wichita.
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Is the son about ready to eclipse the father?
I reckoned the day would come when Wyatt would get faster
than I am. I thought it would be about
his junior year of high school, but he may be running a little ahead of
schedule. He may be getting dangerously
close, in fact. Back in August I managed
a nice 9:42 3000m on the track, which would work out to about a 10:22 for
3200m. Two Fridays ago Wyatt ran a
10:25. Then last Friday on an evening
with a 15 mph south wind he ran a 10:24 and placed third, running very strong,
very competitively. Yes, dangerously
close, indeed. Tomorrow night his coach
has assigned him to specifically run for time.
For 9:50, in fact. Eleven seconds
faster than I have ever run 3200 meters in my entire life. We will see.
In the fall I got wicked fast. A mediocre 16:58 5k at the local neighborhood
race was the result of being under full marathon training load at the
time. I’m sure I could have gone 16:20
easily with a little 5k specific training and a little more rest before the race. I ran one workout, on Halloween in fact, that
was 4 x 5000, with 800m jogs in between reps, hitting the first 3 at about
18:50 and the last one at 17:40. Oh
yeah, I was getting to be a lean, mean, strong running machine. Then I think I fell off the edge of an
overtraining cliff and I’ve been struggling to recover ever since.
Meanwhile, the boy seems to be unstoppable, thank God. He’s just been getting stronger and stronger,
his young body just absorbing all the training his overzealous coach can throw
at him and turning it into strength and speed.
So, last week he told me that he had run a 3-mile tempo run in practice
in 17:20. Wow, although it was technically probably
only 4800m and it was on the track, that’s still a pretty darn good time for practice, and that was only 48 hours
after a wicked interval workout. As circumstances
played out, I had also planned to run a [true] 3-mile tempo run over the roads
last week as part of my gradual return to hard running. It was windy, and although relatively mild
terrain, it was still a lot harder than a track. Well, I think so.
Hey Dad, what did you run this morning?
Well, I did a ten-mile run consisting of a 7-mile warmup
segment and a 3-mile tempo segment.
What was your time?
You know, it was kind of windy and stuff this morning.
Yeah. What was your
time?
17:50.
Then he gave me that smile, and that look out of the corner
of his eye. During cross country last
fall I used to sneak him Moutain Dews for two reasons. First of all, they have a good dose of
caffeine and that’s a fine, legal performance enhancer. Secondly, he likes them, although he
generally tries to be a little careful not to drink them in front of his
coaches, because apparently they frown upon soda consumption. At some time toward the end of the season,
however, somebody caught him on camera, and you can see that mischievous look on his face. This is the same look he was giving me now.
This week as we close rapidly now upon his assault on a
sub-10:00 2-mile and my 6th assault on the Boston Marathon we
coincidentally ran another workout in common.
His was an 11:00 3200m tempo effort on Wednesday. This morning I managed an 11:04. “I still won,” he said as I slipped out the
door to take his brothers to school.
Monday, February 18, 2013
Solid Truth that Encourages Me Today
What I can absolutely bank on today because the Word of God says it is so.
He Himself has said, “I WILL NEVER DESERT YOU, NOR WILL I EVER FORSAKE YOU,” so that we confidently say,
“THE LORD IS MY HELPER, I WILL NOT BE AFRAID. WHAT WILL MAN DO TO ME?”
But in all these things we overwhelmingly conquer through Him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
I am with you always [literally “all the days”], even to the end of the age.
You have taken account of my wanderings;
Put my tears in Your bottle.
Are they not in Your book?
The steps of a man are established by the LORD,
And He delights in his way.
When he falls, he will not be hurled headlong,
Because the LORD is the One who holds his hand.
I have been young and now I am old,
Yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken
Or his descendants begging bread.
He Himself has said, “I WILL NEVER DESERT YOU, NOR WILL I EVER FORSAKE YOU,” so that we confidently say,
“THE LORD IS MY HELPER, I WILL NOT BE AFRAID. WHAT WILL MAN DO TO ME?”
But in all these things we overwhelmingly conquer through Him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
I am with you always [literally “all the days”], even to the end of the age.
You have taken account of my wanderings;
Put my tears in Your bottle.
Are they not in Your book?
The steps of a man are established by the LORD,
And He delights in his way.
When he falls, he will not be hurled headlong,
Because the LORD is the One who holds his hand.
I have been young and now I am old,
Yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken
Or his descendants begging bread.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Debacle in Dallas: Raw Thoughts
I wrote or received the following thoughts to/from some friends of mine and later thought these probably form a good timely record of what might have gone wrong. Thought I would just put them down here in the old blog for the record. It's also heart touching to again look over these guys' thoughts. Nobody can empathize with a failed runner like another runner. First of all, here is my response to Troy, written the day after the race. I also passed along this same note to Jeff, whose response is farther below.
Me:
I’m OK, but my knee is sore (which it normally never is, even after a hard workout). I think it will be okay in a few days. Knee wasn’t the problem. Not sure what the problem was.
Weather was part of it. It was about 65 degrees, humid (dewpoint = 61), and definitely breezy (West to SW wind 12 mph according to the NWS at DFW). Definitely the wind came whipping across the lake in my face for a good few miles there and I was running almost all alone for that stretch. Too warm, too windy for me. But that still doesn’t account for a complete implosion & I’m still doing the mental autopsy to try to figure it all out.
Mentally, I know I had a lot of anxiety about the race. Probably I had too much “riding” on it after training so hard all fall. Probably made too much of it. That didn’t help. And going into the race I sorta had a sense of dread, not a sense of optimism & not really a sense of confidence. I don’t know, I just never felt *good* at all during the race, not even during the first 5k. I mean, it didn’t feel like I was working very hard at it, but I didn’t feel good, either.
Probably I shouldn’t have spent 3 hours on my feet at the Sixth Floor Museum (JFK assassination museum) downtown, except my 8th grade son really wanted to go, and how do you say, no, son we are not going to go learn about history this afternoon?
In retrospect, probably I ran the first 6-10 miles too fast, although in fact I DID try to use my brain and when I felt like those early miles were just a little harder than they should be I backed off like a smart runner, dropping back from maybe 6:15-6:20 down to about 6:30s. Kept trying to tell myself to just relax and try to conserve energy and maybe the race would come back to me as I have experienced in other races. Except yesterday it didn’t come back. I hit the half marathon at 1:24-flat and I just knew that barring a miracle it was going to be a long long morning. I just didn’t know how total the breakdown was going to be. But after plowing into that headwind (right after the HM point) for a couple of miles I knew for certain that there was absolutely no way I could (a) negative split that race according to original plan (b) even run another 1:24 or (c) even possibly keep the beast under 3 hours. I kept plugging along, getting progressively slower, and by the 21st mile or so I started taking 1-minute walk breaks every mile just to get across the line. And I haven’t been this sore after a race in a long, long time. I’ve run marathons much faster than this and been much less sore.
So, it just sucked all around. It was a great weekend with my son, and I enjoyed the trip with him. But the running part I should like to forget, at least after I have maybe learned a thing or two about what went so wrong. The weather might have been worth 5 or at most 10 minutes, I think. But not 30. I just didn’t’ feel it yesterday. I didn’t have “it.” I haven’t had a total collapse like that in a marathon in 7 years.
Troy's kind response:
Given the same training, same conditions, but different day, you can
still get a 2:40 next go around – I know it.
Thoughts from my coach, Jeff:
First off, I really feel for you. I was following online and when I saw that when you were a little off pace by halfway on what was a conservative start that it was going to be a long day. You put in so much work this cycle, and made a ton of sacrifice and I feel really bad for you.
A few comments from my friend Tom:
It sounds like you felt like you didn't "feel it" even before the weather would catch up to you. I suppose that's true when I look back at your half split.
What I'm about to say is just an observation ...
At first glance, I think... you [did] too much hard stuff. For a couple concrete examples:
1) I had a 1/2M scheduled about 1 month before my key race. [My coach] specifically said, "Do NOT race the whole thing. He said to run the first 10 miles at MP, then if felt good, I could run the last 3 miles
as fast as I could handle." I just barely broke 1:25 in that race, and my 1/2M split in my marathon was under 1:24. His reason was that a raced 1/2M, at my/our age, would really take about 2 weeks to recover, and he didn't want me to lose 2 weeks of training. As it was, I did only easy runs for 1 week after that race. When I looked at your log, I see you ran a 1:18 half, and then 3 or 4 days later, you were back at hard running.
2) I saw in your log a workout with 10x1mile repeats w/ either 200 or 400 r/j. [for the record they were only 200m recovery jogs] That seems like way too much...
... Clearly you did/could handle the training. However, I have to wonder if you left your best race in the training session.
....
The fitness is still in you Joe... perhaps you just need to get rested and back on the horse!
Finally, a nice note from my best running buddy and training partner, Todd:
Me:
I’m OK, but my knee is sore (which it normally never is, even after a hard workout). I think it will be okay in a few days. Knee wasn’t the problem. Not sure what the problem was.
Weather was part of it. It was about 65 degrees, humid (dewpoint = 61), and definitely breezy (West to SW wind 12 mph according to the NWS at DFW). Definitely the wind came whipping across the lake in my face for a good few miles there and I was running almost all alone for that stretch. Too warm, too windy for me. But that still doesn’t account for a complete implosion & I’m still doing the mental autopsy to try to figure it all out.
Mentally, I know I had a lot of anxiety about the race. Probably I had too much “riding” on it after training so hard all fall. Probably made too much of it. That didn’t help. And going into the race I sorta had a sense of dread, not a sense of optimism & not really a sense of confidence. I don’t know, I just never felt *good* at all during the race, not even during the first 5k. I mean, it didn’t feel like I was working very hard at it, but I didn’t feel good, either.
Probably I shouldn’t have spent 3 hours on my feet at the Sixth Floor Museum (JFK assassination museum) downtown, except my 8th grade son really wanted to go, and how do you say, no, son we are not going to go learn about history this afternoon?
In retrospect, probably I ran the first 6-10 miles too fast, although in fact I DID try to use my brain and when I felt like those early miles were just a little harder than they should be I backed off like a smart runner, dropping back from maybe 6:15-6:20 down to about 6:30s. Kept trying to tell myself to just relax and try to conserve energy and maybe the race would come back to me as I have experienced in other races. Except yesterday it didn’t come back. I hit the half marathon at 1:24-flat and I just knew that barring a miracle it was going to be a long long morning. I just didn’t know how total the breakdown was going to be. But after plowing into that headwind (right after the HM point) for a couple of miles I knew for certain that there was absolutely no way I could (a) negative split that race according to original plan (b) even run another 1:24 or (c) even possibly keep the beast under 3 hours. I kept plugging along, getting progressively slower, and by the 21st mile or so I started taking 1-minute walk breaks every mile just to get across the line. And I haven’t been this sore after a race in a long, long time. I’ve run marathons much faster than this and been much less sore.
So, it just sucked all around. It was a great weekend with my son, and I enjoyed the trip with him. But the running part I should like to forget, at least after I have maybe learned a thing or two about what went so wrong. The weather might have been worth 5 or at most 10 minutes, I think. But not 30. I just didn’t’ feel it yesterday. I didn’t have “it.” I haven’t had a total collapse like that in a marathon in 7 years.
Troy's kind response:
I can SO relate to everything
you told me about the experience. You are the type that 9 times out of 10
can overcome a day like this and still come out with a good one.
But even great warriors will
have a bad day once in a while. The best runners have the worst memories
– a quote from my running buddy back in the day.
Don’t hold your head down.
The only thing worse than running, is NOT running – if you know what I
mean.
Take a few weeks off or with
little to no running. Enjoy the holidays and start back when it feels
right again.
Thoughts from my coach, Jeff:
First off, I really feel for you. I was following online and when I saw that when you were a little off pace by halfway on what was a conservative start that it was going to be a long day. You put in so much work this cycle, and made a ton of sacrifice and I feel really bad for you.
Looking at what you've written here, I don't think
you made any tactical errors. I'm not sure how 6:30 pace (or even 6:20
pace) could have felt so bad after all the work you had done. When I
look back at the work that you did, the primary explanation that I have
is that sometime around that 26 mile long run [Nov 4] you went from training and recovering and growing to feeling flat and a bit burnt out, both
physically and mentally. That's the only explanation I can give. Sure,
the weather was bad, but you -- with your talent and spirit -- should
have been able to run 6:30s in that weather, which still would have put
you within striking distance of first masters.
At the very beginning of our time together, I was
worried about this -- worried that you were hitting the workouts too
hard, and worried that we wouldn't be able to sustain that work rate.
And worried about recovering from one very good marathon and sustaining
energy over a couple months to an even better marathon. Since I was
just getting to know you, and since those early workouts were going so
well, I tried to put those doubts to the side, but I guess in hindsight
they were pretty reasonable.
I don't think that you made any mental or tactical
errors -- like you say, the legs and the spirit just weren't there,
which means that we left them in the training [Emphasis added]. That's my assessment.
.... I think that if there's something to learn from this it's
that we made the classic mistake of building both mileage and intensity
too quickly. It happens again and again in marathon training. Both
coaches and runners need to remember that in the end it is the runner
and the talent that makes the race -- the training just brings that out.
I think that we both erred in putting too much emphasis on the hard
work and too little trust in how well you can run when well rested and
fully fit.
It sounds like you felt like you didn't "feel it" even before the weather would catch up to you. I suppose that's true when I look back at your half split.
What I'm about to say is just an observation ...
At first glance, I think... you [did] too much hard stuff. For a couple concrete examples:
1) I had a 1/2M scheduled about 1 month before my key race. [My coach] specifically said, "Do NOT race the whole thing. He said to run the first 10 miles at MP, then if felt good, I could run the last 3 miles
as fast as I could handle." I just barely broke 1:25 in that race, and my 1/2M split in my marathon was under 1:24. His reason was that a raced 1/2M, at my/our age, would really take about 2 weeks to recover, and he didn't want me to lose 2 weeks of training. As it was, I did only easy runs for 1 week after that race. When I looked at your log, I see you ran a 1:18 half, and then 3 or 4 days later, you were back at hard running.
2) I saw in your log a workout with 10x1mile repeats w/ either 200 or 400 r/j. [for the record they were only 200m recovery jogs] That seems like way too much...
... Clearly you did/could handle the training. However, I have to wonder if you left your best race in the training session.
....
The fitness is still in you Joe... perhaps you just need to get rested and back on the horse!
Finally, a nice note from my best running buddy and training partner, Todd:
I
knew the moment I heard your voice yesterday that you’d had a bad day.
I’m sorry that happened, but I guess nothing’s guaranteed in life ( and it
seems that good marathons are LESS guaranteed than most other things ). I
have a strong feeling that your hard work is going lead to success in the near
future. One bad race doesn’t erase the gains your body has made from the
incredible training you’ve put in. There’s equity in that, and you’ll
cash it in at some point. All you need is the character to soldier
on. No problem there. I’ll call you later for the recap.
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