Tuesday, November 29, 2022

Grills Trail Race 2022

Westerly, RI
Saturday, October 29, 2022

This was the 2nd annual Grills Trail Race.  I put a lot of time and energy into creating and building this trail race, as did a number of other volunteers, and I'm just thrilled to see it come to fruition!  We received unanimous support from everyone in both the Westerly Land Trust and Hopkinton Land Trust to host on their properties, and we sold out both years to date!  Last year we limited to 75 runners due to parking constraints, and this year we parked tighter and raised capacity to 100, and sold out again.

Race start:  After my initial bungle of not assigning anyone to start the race, I started it myself with the speaker and siren, tossed the device aside, and under sunny skies and temps in the high 40s, we were off and running!  
Steve Brightman leading out the pack at start;
I'm on far right next to Chris
(Pic by Jana)

The first mile was our fastest by far (6:04).  This mile is a slight downhill to and along the Pawcatuck River, almost entirely on fast and flat double-track.  Chris and a tall guy I didn't know at the time (Brandon) took out the lead, and then there were several of us in a pack, with Steve Brightman just ahead of me, and Dave and Nick right around me.   We came upon Matthew working the course split one mile in, with 10K runners heading straight and 10-Milers turning hard right to go to the Polly Coon bridge, where they would cross the Pawcatuck River into Hopkinton.
Towards the end of Mile 1, just before the course split,
with Dave and Nick behind me
(Screen grab from Seth's excellent video:  link here  )

I saw Chris and Brandon continue straight onto the 10K course, and then just a moment later Brandon turned around and headed towards the bridge (10-Mile).  Steve Brightman went next across the bridge.  I was just behind him, with Nick, Dave, Bob Jackman, and others on our heels.

Hopkinton:  Getting onto and off the Polly Coon aluminum bridge is difficult dodging the overlapping bars that are there to deter motorcycles crossing.  I followed Brandon and Steve on the Tomaquag Trail climb.  In the first technical section, Brandon slowed down and Steve went right past him.  (or left past him, but you know what I mean)  Hmm.  Made a split second decision to go with him, and passed Brandon as well.  Followed Steve the rest of the way up the first hill, but then on the descent I was surprised when he slowed on technical sections as well.  Downhill running is my forte, so I made the bold decision to pass Steve, even mentioning to him as I went by that he would likely repass me.  

In the remaining 1/2 mile of technical trail, as I surmised, I did not get passed.  And then after we crossed the Tomaquag Brook Bridge onto two miles of very flat non-technical trails, I figured any minute I would get repassed by both of them.  I did get repassed, but only by Brandon, not Steve, and not right away, but rather at the very end of the 2-mile flat loop.  
Mile 4, in Hopkinton, just before
re-crossing the Tomaquag Brook bridge
(Photo by Geoff Sewall)


I followed Brandon on the same Tomaquag Trail back to Westerly.  I tried to push and stay in his footsteps and I noticed only then that he was wearing road shoes and occasionally slipping on the leaf-covered ascent.  On the final descent before crossing the bridge back into Westerly, I once again went for it and passed Brandon to re-take the lead, knowing full well that this would be short lived.
Mile 5:  Returning from Hopkinton back
into Westerly now, I'm just ahead of
Brandon for the final time
(Screen grab from Seth's video)
Crossing the Pawcatuck River (into Westerly)
on the Polly Coon Bridge
(from Seth's video)

2nd half:  Sure enough, not long after getting off the bridge on the Westerly side and onto double-track, Brandon retook the lead again.  I was just steps behind him as we went through the water stop and quickly grabbed a cup of water, but then he pulled away and by another mile in he was out of my sight.
Following Brandon into water stop
(Photo from Justin P)

I was soon running on my favorite Grills trail, the yellow trail along the Pawcatuck River.  I came up on a mountain biker and figured he was the trailer for the 10K race.  Sure enough, as I called out to him and he got off the trail, I saw several 10K back-of-the-pack runners.  The next couple of miles were uneventful.  I passed a few more 10K runners, all who yielded as I yelled out "On your left!".
Mile 6:  Heading uphill on the white trail
(from Seth's video)


At mile 7, we go past the historic Larson foundation (dating to the 1660s), and then enter the racetrack trail.  This is a 1/2 mile OAB trail to the "race track" (an oval dirt track previously and unfortunately sometimes still used for motorcycle racing).  This is an unmarked trail, but I'm glad we incorporated it into the course as it allows a check as to where your competition is at this stage, with three miles to go.  As I entered the 1/8 mile long race track, I noticed Brandon was still in the race track, with my guess of him being 100 meters ahead of me.  This gave me encouragement.  I left the racetrack and was on my way back when I encountered Steve Brightman, giving me an indication that he was a little over a minute behind me.  Could I hold him off for the next three miles?  Nick was just behind him, and a little ways back was Bob Jackman.  

Heading up the steep red trail on the south side of Big Hill, I could see Brandon again ahead of me, but my thoughts turned to how good of an uphill runner Steve Brightman is and how poor I am at the same.  After "summiting" the mighty Big Hill, I saw a couple of volunteers at the top who had brought chairs and were cheering for runners, and then we started the steep descent back down.  There were two 10K runners who had cautiously slowed to a walk on this steep section laced with loose rocks.  I yelled out to both of them as I came recklessly bombing down the trail, and fortunately they gave way quickly.
Beautiful views off the summit of Big Hill,
as Brandon (leader) goes past a couple of volunteers
at a checkpoint

Dropping down a tough section off the back of Big Hill
(this and above frame from Seth's video)

Two more miles to go, and none of it hilly or technical, so nothing to my advantage.  I thought I had pushed hard here a year ago when I was chasing Adrian Massie, but this year I ran these two miles 20 seconds faster than last year.

Final results:  1:09:05.  2nd overall of 37 (there were an additional 52 in the 10K version).  1st in age group.  Full results here.

I finished over a minute faster than last year, and over a minute faster than Steve Brightman in 3rd place.  I was just 17 seconds behind the overall winner Brandon.  I was really happy with my own finish, but even more pleased to see the success of this race and the trail vibe.  With two years of a sellout race, I think this race should be well established going forward into the 3rd year next year.  We just need to figure out how to solve some of the parking constraints, and it could be a premier trail race for this region, as there are really so few trail races around here of 10 miles of more that are entirely on trail and with very little overlap.
Write-up from Westerly Sun

Honey for awards,
courtesy of Kevin Murphy (and his bees)
(Pic here and below from Jana)

This year pizza delivery.  A downside is that the finishing
times vary wildly, so some get it hot and some get it cold.
Next year's goal is to have a pizza truck onsite.

Team WTAC today.  Thankful for all the runners and volunteers.

Monday, November 28, 2022

Weekly Log 21-Nov to 27-Nov-2022: Thanksgiving Week

Monday:  5
Middletown, RI.  Went to packet pickup for Thursday's Pie Run, and ran the course as well.  Temperature never got out of the 30s today, but other than when running into the wind, I felt just fine out there in shorts.

Tuesday:  1 walk, 6 run
AM:  Westerly, RI.  CCC.  Experimenting with installing water bars on the steep downhill trail at Big Hill used in Grills Trail Race.
Part of a 3-man crew.  Let's see how this goes.

AM:  Westerly, RI.  Post-CCC, easy run at Grills with Matthew and Brady.

Wednesday:  4
Charlestown, RI.  Easy run with Matthew on Charlestown Beach area roads.

Thursday:  8
Middletown, RI.  Pie Run.  Separate write-up to follow.

Friday:  15
Killingly, CT.  Ran a 15-mile section of RI's North South Trail between Killingly and Burrillville.  So why does a RI trail go through CT?  Good question, for which I don't have the answer.  It's a small section in CT, though.  We were on the NST for less than a mile before crossing into Glocester, RI.  I didn't care for the early section of the trail, as there was a lot of washed out gravel roads that were awkward to run on.

About six miles in, I was starting to feel weak and so glad that we dropped some snacks and water at George Washington State Park (eight miles in).  That helped a little, but it was really my fault as I didn't fuel much at all before the run, given the odd start of 3pm.  Once we were inside the park, the trail was quite nice, and for a while coincided with the Walkabout Trail.  Once the trails split, though, two things happened:  the trail was no longer well maintained and it got pitch dark.  We had also stashed our headlamps at the park; otherwise, it would have been a total disaster.  Even with a headlamp, of course it's still much slower than during daylight and tougher to navigate.  We went through a number of sections of muck and then sections of trail with so many blowdowns, each time that required coming to stop, finding a way around the blowdown, and trying to find where the trail started again on the other side of the blowdown.  Brady had plenty of energy left, but as for Matthew and I, I think we were both pretty much beat.  Rather than whine and make it worse, we tried to find other topics to help pass the time.  I was so weak when we finished, and glad to be done.

Saturday:  8 run, 3 walk
AM:  Ledyard, CT.  Pequot Trail with Matthew and Brady.  One of the CT Blue Blazed Trails.  While there were some nice parts in the middle section, I found most of the northern section (north of Route 2) to be pretty disappointing.  I don't know what the trail looked like before the current electrical transmission line construction started, but it sure made a mess of the trail right now.  To be fair, the trail north of Route 2 is technically closed for construction, but given that this was a Saturday on Thanksgiving weekend, we took our chances that there would be no construction today.

The trail in the southern portion was very well marked with many blue blazes, but it needed to be given that the trail wasn't very well established.  After a very short start on a road, the trail turned sharp right between two house properties.  There was a very thick leaf cover and no sign of a trail, but there were blazes between two the properties.
Only afterwards, to satisfy my curiosity, did the odd start to the
trail between two lots make sense to me, as I see now it was on 
a 0.08 acre, 10' wide strip of property owned by the Federal government.
(bordered in yellow highlight above)


PM:  Charlestown, RI.  Post-Thanksgiving hike with my family, including my Mom, brother, sister-in-law, and their respective families.  Loop from Kettle Pond through Burlingame Campground.
Towards the end of the hike.  

My niece Ellie loves to climb rocks.


Sunday:  19
Ashford, CT.  End-to-end run of the Natchaug Trail.  About 39°F when we started.  Not bad temperature, but with no sun and higher humidity before a pending rain, it just felt cold, so I wore a thin pair of gloves in addition to a long-sleeve tech shirt (shorts of course).  Left the house a little after 6:30am, but between the drive here, and shuttling cars for a point-to-point run, plus a midway stash, it was 8:30am by the time Matthew, Brady, and I started the run.

We started on the Nipmuck Trail, which I had run 13 miles of (26 miles OAB) during the 2012 Nipmuck Marathon.  For today, we would only be on the Nipmuck for about 1/2 mile until the split at the northern terminus of the Natchaug Trail.  Right off that bat, I really enjoyed this trail!  Sure, it was moderately hilly and pretty slow going overall especially in the leaf cover, but save for a few sections, it wasn't overly technical, was pretty remote away from houses, had very few road sections, and a lot of pretty sections along clean, swift-flowing rivers.

At 8 miles in, we stopped to refuel.  Split my apple crisp granola bar with Brady, and also took one gel, plus sips of Gatorade and water.  Was feeling pretty good up until about Mile 13 and then was feeling really weak.  Matthew was feeling better than me and was kind enough to give me his last gel.  Still felt weak the rest of the run, but not as weak as I did at that moment.  We lost about a mile 15 miles in, due to some confusing blue-blazed marking in two different directions.

The final three miles were among our fastest, mostly because the terrain got much easier.  Matthew had a pretty good gap on me in these final miles as I just tried to hang on.  Brady would mostly run with him as he prefers to be in or near the lead, but we would also pause or even come back to me, presumably just to check if the old man was still alive.  After ascertaining that, even in the 19th mile, I was surprised to see him still racing ahead and catching up with Matthew again.

Finished the run and couldn't wait to refuel at a coffee shop in Mansfield, where I got an egg sandwich wrap, a pumpkin muffin, and some kind of fruit bar, plus a large iced coffee.  Ah, very satisfying.  Both the food and the trail run today!
Brady zonked out post-run.  I guess maybe the run
tired him out after all?  It sure didn't seem to faze him during the run.

Weekly mileage:  65 run, 4 walk

Weekly synopsis:  A fun and productive Thanksgiving week.  Monday through Wednesday were easy runs pre-race, Thursday I had a really good race, and Friday through Sunday we run 42 miles of trails in 3 days!

Weekly highlight:  Toss-up between the Pie Run and Natchaug Trail Run.  Both great runs with their own merits.

Weekly lowlight:  Pequot Trail run.  It doesn't come close to living up to the other Blue Blazed Trails that I've run in CT, and I just didn't enjoy it.

Monday, November 21, 2022

Weekly Log 14-Nov to 20-Nov-2022: Li'l Rhody Prep

Monday:  1 walk
Westerly, RI.  Took the day off from running after yesterday's 5K race.  Only exercise was a walk with Brady and Jana late afternoon.

Tuesday:  1 walk, 11 run
AM:  Westerly, RI.  CCC.  First experiment with installing water boards at Grills.  Probably very few people use the steep eroded trail on the south side of Big Hill, but our successful new Grills Trail Race does, so that's reason enough to try to tackle the erosion issue.  The trail was poorly built probably decades ago as it's just straight up and down, but as we're not building new trails and we don't want a cone turnaround on the race course, we'll continue to use this trail.  Drove in as far as we could and then lugged a couple of 2" x 6" pressure-treated boards out to and up Big Hill, as well as various tools including pick-axes and shovels.  Set a plan in motion.  To be continued next week.

PM:  Charlestown, RI.  Quonnie run from Dave's Coffee.  Ran the route I normally run, except this time I got really crazy and ran it in reverse.  When I run a trail route in reverse, it can often feel like a completely different route, but with roads, not so much.  Enjoyed almost no traffic and comfortable temps in the mid-40s.

Wednesday:  8
Charlestown, RI.  Final surveillance run on course, before Sunday's race.  4-mile course needs some minor snipping of overhanging briars in a few places.  8-mile course is in great shape, but bog bridges sure were slippery post-rain.  Even Brady almost went down.

Thursday:  9
Exeter, RI.  Easy run with Brady at Arcadia.  Lollipop on JB Hudson to Breakheart to Shelter back to JB Hudson.  Not a soul out there!

Friday:  1 walk, 4 run
AM:  Stonington, CT.  Walk at Pafford Woods with Jana and Brady before picking up cider at Clyde's Cider Mill.  8 gallons for Li'l Rhody race on Sunday, 1 gallon and a few apple cider doughnuts (yolo) for us.

PM:  Charlestown, RI.  Continued Li'l Rhody volunteer efforts.  Ran the 4-mile course while wielding and using loppers to remove some overgrowth.  It snowed!  Flurries, and didn't stick, but snow none the less.

Saturday:  10
AM:  Charlestown, RI.  3 miles.  Easy shake-out and strides at Burlingame Campground with Brady.

PM:  Charlestown, RI.  7 miles.  Course marking.  We divided into three teams, and I had the 4-mile course to mark.  So how come I ran 7 miles and not 4?  Well, because I'm not too bright and I way underestimated the number of flags needed, so I had to run back to get more flags and then run back to resume where I left off.  I must have put down 300 pink flags on that course, but there are a lot of leaves down and some of the course is not really a trail at all but rather just where we initially decided to go through the woods and campsites.
After marking the first turn of the 4-mile course,
from the very leaf-covered Sanctuary Road onto 
very leaf-covered trails

Sunday:  9
Charlestown, RI.  Li'l Rhody Runaround.  Race report to follow separately.

Weekly mileage:  51 run, 3 walk

Weekly synopsis:  Another rudderless week of running post-marathon.  No issues, but little motivation either.  Good thing I had the LRR this week to focus on.  Figure it out, man!

Weekly highlight:  Li'l Rhody Runaround!  Fun and successful.

Weekly lowlight:  Only my lack of running discipline with no key races or plans on the horizon.

Wednesday, November 16, 2022

Detroit Marathon!



Detroit, Michigan
Sunday, October 16, 2022

Marathon #22.  

Why Detroit?  I have been asked several times what led me to choose the Detroit Marathon.  Last November I was looking online at Chicago Marathon.  I wasn't committed to Chicago, but definitely interested, and they have an easy guaranteed entry as they had a very generous qualifying time for age 50+ of 3:35.  Then I learned registration had closed out two days prior.  OK, like I said, interested but not committed.  So let's look for something similar:  relatively flat, a marathon I hadn't run before, October timeframe, low probability of hot weather.

Detroit showed up on my online searching, and looked pretty interesting.  Not only relatively flat, but pretty neat that it crossed into Canada for several miles of the race, was relatively inexpensive (Chicago $230 vs Detroit $95 earliest entry), and had reasonably priced direct flights to Providence.  I procrastinated until the entry price increased to $130 (still not bad) and by then decided to drive out and back so I could visit family in Ohio and Michigan as well and just take my time driving back.  This would be my first marathon in my retirement era, so no rush to return home.  Detroit it is!

Expo.  Matthew accompanied me and would be running the Detroit Half.  The day before the race, after visiting my 88-year old aunt and my cousin and his wife in Ohio for lunch, we took the short drive to Detroit and checked in at the highest building in Michigan, the Marriott Renaissance.  We were on the 23rd floor (out of least 70 floors!)  The expo was decent.  The expo size seemed right given the size of the Detroit Marathon.  Not huge like Boston, not tiny like Sugarloaf Marathon.  Had dinner in the hotel, as they were featuring a marathon pasta dinner special and there was no wait to get seated.
Our hotel, the tallest building in 
the State of Michigan


From the back of our hotel, looking across the Detroit River
into Windsor, Ontario, Canada

Kind of neat that the hotel do-not-disturb hanger
and keys today was emblazoned with the marathon logos.


Waiting in line at the expo.  You had to show your passport
to check in, as we'd be crossing an international border,
and there were US Border Patrol agents mixed in with the 
volunteers checking IDs.

Race morning:  Set the alarm for 5am, and fortunately only woke up twice during the night.  Had my usual pre-race oatmeal, with granola and cranberries, yogurt, half a bagel, OJ, and lay back in bed until 6am (race start 7am, just a few blocks away).  Stretched and dressed, including warmer clothing I would be checking in and needing post-race, as it was 39°F.  The wild card was how long the line would be for the bag check, as it was atrocious at Philly, but here was quick and simple, with I think just 3 people ahead of me (as opposed to a few hundred at Philly).  Warmed up just over a mile, and had plenty of time at start without having too much time sitting around now stripped down to a singlet and short shorts.  Got into my corral "A", which was the first wave, two minutes after the wheelchair start at 6:58am.  The race organizers played both the Canadian and American national anthems, which was both appropriate and pretty cool.  Once the wheelchair racers started, we could move up, and I was in about the 5th row.
View of the floodlit finish line,
just as we were dropping off our gear check bag and
heading towards the start

As usual, while waiting for the race start, I looked around at the shoes of runners near the starting line and as usual, nearly all were carbon fiber shoes.  This time was my first time personally wearing them (NB RC Elite v2) at the marathon.  I had long eschewed carbon fiber, not knowing if it were a fad, and not wanting to gain an "unfair" advantage, but the reality is running shoes improve over time and these are the standard now, not the exception.
1926 Boston Marathon winner:
Johnny Miles of Canada (2:25:40)

And the shoes he wore in 1926 Boston Marathon! Yikes.

1954 Boston Marathon winner:
Veikko Karvonen of Finland (2:20:39)



And the shoes he wore in 1954 Boston Marathon


And finally, the modern carbon-fiber shoes I wore in
my 2022 Detroit Marathon.  Can you imagine wearing either
of the above shoes from 1926 or 1954?  I certainly can't.
Running shoe technology has changed dramatically over the
years, and it only makes sense to adapt to modern shoes
worn in modern marathons.  That's my justification.

I enjoyed the two national anthems, but what I did not enjoy was the rap music being played at race start.  I suppose to each his own.  I did later learn it was by Eminem, who has Detroit roots.  OK, so I get it, but how about Michigan's own "Kid Rock" and the song "All Summer Long" describing Michigan?  Or the legendary Detroit-raised Bob Seger?  But I digress ...


Pretty decent course map.  From the start, we run west to Ambassador Bridge, cross into
Canada, run about 4 miles in Windsor, Ontario on the south shore of Detroit River, 
and then re-cross into the US using a tunnel.
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This map also reminds me of a middle school trivia question:  Going due south from Detroit,
what is the first country you cross into?  It's Canada of course (you all knew that, right?),
but certainly not intuitive, as you might think Cuba or a central American country.

Start to Canada (Mile 3.5):  This was my second marathon that started in darkness, the other being Park City in 2007.  With Detroit being so far west in the Eastern time zone, sunrise and sunset are almost an hour later than back home in Rhode Island.  The crowd surged forward at the start, but as we were running on a pretty wide boulevard, I went to the right and ran in the right-most lane so that I wouldn't be jostling back-and-forth for position.  
Miles 1 - 8:  border crossings


One benefit of running in the darkness was that I didn't realize until later that this was one of the least attractive sections of the course, as we were in a run down industrial kind of area.  As we made the turn towards the Ambassador Bridge about two miles in, the area became floodlit with bright lights and flashing lights from all the US Border Patrol vehicles.  Making our way up the ramp to the bridge, we went past many Border Patrol agents who seemed laser-focused watching the runners, and checking that 1) we had a bib affixed to our chest, and 2) we weren't carrying any kind of backpack.  Although the legal requirement was to carry a passport when crossing the border, after reading numerous posts that indicated as long as runners satisfied the two above conditions, they wouldn't stop you so being a scofflaw was a chance I was willing to take (i.e., not carrying my passport).
Marathon & Half-Marathon start
in the dark

Very early miles in the dark
(one of the many free photos
provided by event)

At about Mile 2.5, we start the one-mile long, 130' climb up the Ambassador Bridge.  My pace for the first two miles was a little fast at 6:07 and 6:04, but then naturally slower in Mile 3 with the bridge climb at 6:19.  As I climbed the bridge, I passed many wheelchair athletes.  I was relieved to reach the apex of the bridge, as one of two climbs for today was done and a long downhill awaited me.  It was also really cool looking into Canada and seeing the orange glow of the impending sunrise.

Canada (Mile 3.5 to 7.5):  It was fun now running downhill into Canada towards the cheering throngs.  Both border crossings in Detroit (the bridge and the tunnel) were completely shut down to runners only.  It is amazing to me that the two countries agreed to close not one, but two international borders to vehicular traffic for runners only, with the next nearest border crossing about an hour's drive away.  But I'm glad they did!
While I did not stop or slow to bump fists
with the dancing sharks at the top of the bridge,
they did give me a smile
(Detroit Free Press photo)

As we run through the Canadian customs closed and unmanned booths, an announcer on a loudspeaker shouts "Welcome to Canada!".  Just beyond that we encounter the largest and most supportive crowd of fans of the whole race, with the possible exception of the finish line.  I can't speak for every runner, but for me, I find crowd support to not only energize me but also help the time go by.  My target pace is 6:15 - 6:20 for at least 20 miles, but I have to discount Miles 4 (6:27) and 5 (6:00) as they contained a significant portion of uphill and downhill on the bridge, respectively.  
Just after coming off the bridge into Canada
Almost sunrise now; starting to get light out


While we run about four miles total in Canada, the best two miles were on Riverside Drive right along the water.  To my left were nice waterviews, and to my right nicely kept homes.  For these two miles (Miles 6 & 7), I ran 6:13 and 6:09.
Along the river, on Riverside Drive,
Windsor, Ontario, Canada
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Just after sunrise; feeling really good

At Mile 7, we entered the tunnel going under the Detroit River and returning back to the US.  We spent about one mile in the tunnel.  Unlike the bridge crossing, I didn't care much for the tunnel.  It was immediately warm once you entered the tunnel.  We had plenty of room as we could use all lanes.  About halfway through the tunnel (presumably at the US border), one lane was blocked with a number of US CBP (Customs & Border Protection) agents, who similar to at the bridge crossing were intently observing runners trying to cross the international border.

Turn, turn, turn (Mile 7.5 to 18):  No, I'm not referring to The Byrds' 1965 hit song (you know the lyrics "To everything (turn, turn, turn), There is a season (turn, turn, turn), And a time to every purpose, under heaven").  
A good song, but not the turns I'm talking about.

What I'm referring to is that there are 34 turns (of 90° or more) in this roughly 10-mile section!  That's a lot of turns!  
Miles 8 - 18:  A lot of turns!

We came out of the tunnel, and looped through the US Customs booths.  Remember how I mentioned it was warm in the tunnel?  So what happens now?  It feels cold!  Not terrible, and not lasting, but cold.

Coming out of the tunnel, I run behind a 30-ish young woman who soon puts some distance on me and pretty much next to a guy named Adam for the next two miles.  How did I know his name was Adam?  Our names are on our bibs, and for each "Go, Jeff!" that I hear, I also hear "Go, Adam!".  I have no idea my actual pace on Mile 8, as I lost GPS signal inside the tunnel, as was foretold to us.  Using the next few mile markers, I was able to calibrate how far off my watch was to actual course markers:  about 0.4 miles.  That's a pretty big gap for only 8-10 miles in, but then I figured out most of the gap was probably due to GPS signal loss in the tunnel and the rest due to my inability to run tangents exactly.
Rounding the corner,
coming out of the tunnel back into the USA


Miles 9, 10, 11 splits were 6:12, 6:18, and 6:07.  At Mile 11, the half-marathoners turned off and headed to the finish.  That included the fast woman and Adam.  We minority full marathoners (international half marathoners outnumbered us about 4:1) continued north for three miles of "turn, turn, turn" in unremarkable city blocks where I turned in splits (Miles 12, 13, 14) of 6:14, 6:08, and 6:11.  I went through the half in 1:23:03, which might be my fastest ever, but I've also learned the hard way not to put a lot of stock in my halfway split as inevitably I slow down in the those last few miles.  But, so far, so good.
Mile 9

Running with Adam for a little ways


Not having studied the separate International Half Marathon course (there was a separate US-Only Half Marathon, but it started 3 hours later and thus didn't intersect with my own race), I was surprised to rejoin the half marathoners at Mile 14.  We ran together on a wide boulevard known as 2nd Avenue, and all of a sudden it got louder and more exciting with more runners, more spectators, and several musicians along the course.  About one mile later, pretty much right at Mile 15, we marathoners made a hard left off of and away from the half-marathon course.  My Mile 15 split was my fastest on the day at 5:59!  Clearly 5:59 is not sustainable for me, and is probably attributable to the excitement of that final mile with the half-marathoners pulling me along.
Having bands at certain parts on course certainly helped,
including this one at about Mile 15
(Detroit Free Press photo)

We split from the half-marathoners
for the second and final time at Mile 15,
and it was very clearly marked and announced
(Detroit Free Press photo)

The next few miles (16-18) were in a bit of a depressing area, and a bit depressing to me as well in that it was the first time that there were spots where I saw zero runners in front of me.  This is always a concern to me that I will zone out into "No Man's Land" and unknowingly slow down.  After running near a wheelchair athlete who had a bicyclist supporting her on either side, I passed the wheelchair athlete and was annoyed that I had to use precious energy to yell out to one of the cyclists to please give me room as I went past.  The cyclist did give me room, but didn't apologize.  It just seemed wrong to me, and the cyclist wasn't aware of her surroundings (me in this case) as she was babbling to the other cyclist something about her early morning breakfast routine.  Ugh.  Miles 16 to 18 splits:  6:08, 6:13, 6:10.
I did see several dogs along the course.
All were leashed and friendly, and often
gave me a smile and helped the time pass.
(Detroit Free Press photo,
along with most of the following photos)



Along the colorful Eastern Market section of course


Dequindre Cut (Mile 19):  After the Eastern Market section, we took a hard right onto Dequindre Cut, which is essentially a below-grade bike path.  While not quite as energetic as the crossing into Canada, there were a fair amount of spectators here.  It was oddly a little distracting to me, because sometimes I would hear spectators cheering from above me and I would look up before we passed under the bridges they were standing on.  Fairly flat and fast mile.  6:11.
Mile 18-19:  below-grade Dequindre Cut

Mile markers were big and very clear!


Dequindre Cut marathon section


Head to the Finish (Mile 19 - Finish):  After a very slight uphill off of Dequindre Cut, we now embarked on a mostly OAB (see map snippet below) on one of the straightest sections of the course.
Miles 19-26:  Fairly straight course, with much fewer turns.

I knew if I could make it through Mile 20 with my splits at or below my target MP of 6:20, I stood a pretty good chance of running sub-2:50.  This would allow me to average up to about 7:00/mile for the remaining 10K of the course and still hit my sub-2:50 goal.  Barely.  My big lesson learned from Philadelphia Marathon is that this computation has to be at the 20-mile marker on the course and NOT 20-miles on my watch.  This should be obvious, right?  But it wasn't obvious to me just how big of a difference this makes, with the following real stats at Detroit for me:
  • 20 miles on my watch:  2:03:29, max average pace from here to finish needed to hit sub-2:50:  7:29!  Easy peasy! (but wrong)
  • 20 mile course marker:  2:06:17, max average pace from here to finish needed to hit sub-2:50:  7:02  Still should be OK, but not nearly the same buffer
Fortunately, every mile was clearly marked on the course, so from 20 miles on, at every course marker, I did the math in my head calculating what my finishing time would be given a conservative 7:30 pace for the remaining miles.  Unlike Philly, I just had to remind myself that the mile splits on my watch every time it beeped meant nothing now and I had to rely on the course mile markers only.  I also know from experience that this late in the game, any little mind trick or mental manipulation can help the time pass better.

Mile 20 was a 6:19, and now just because I can probably ease up on the pace doesn't mean that I should.  I'm feeling good.  How long can I keep going at about 6:20 pace?  Three miles, it turns out.  Mile splits 21 - 23:  6:07, 6:22, 6:19.

By Mile 24, I'm tired and slowing down substantially now, but I remind myself the finish line is near.  At this point in my previous marathon, Philadelphia in November of last year, I was in absolute pain.  Real pain.  But not today.  Sore?  Yes.  Pain?  No.  I make note of that as the last few miles tick by.  I'm on my way back now on the OAB section, and by Mile 25 there are many marathoners coming at me.  Mathematically based upon mileage signs, they are between four and six miles behind me.  That makes me feel good and I'm just glad I'm not them being at only mile 19 or 20 now.  Mile 24 split 6:38, mile 25 6:54.  Ouch.  It's OK, as I tell myself I'm almost here and to focus on the prize (finishing sub-2:50 and another PR).

Mile 26:  My slowest, but final mile.  There are signs at one intersection offering free beer to runners and another sign offering free shots.  I wonder if they are both serious as who would really take either in a marathon, especially this close to the finish.  I reflected and believe that they are serious and there will be some mid-packers or back-of-the-packers who will imbibe, as foolhardy as it seems to me.
Beer (and shots) "to go" with one mile left.
No thank you, but I did get a chuckle out of it.

I am still passing a few marathoners here, who inevitably slowed down from their average pace even more than I have.  I keep looking for that final turn off the current road and the short distance to the finish line.  Next turn, right?  No.  So it has to be the turn after that, right?  I feel a little dazed and confused after going under a building with resulting very low light, but upon coming out back onto the open street, I can finally seen the turn-off to the finish.  Mile 26 was a 7:05 split.  After the turn, we have only a block to go to the finish line.  Spectators line both sides of that block.  
Mile 26:  Form is breaking down,
but I'm here making my final turn,
so just hang in there

Final strides


I crossed the finish line to the roar of the crowd as I see the clock show:  2:50:00.  No!  How did that happen?  Then it occurred to me that the wheelchair athletes started two minutes before the first wave of runners, so that must've been when the officials started the clock.  Oh, great, take two minutes off that and now we're talking.  But wait, that's gun time, and when the results come out almost immediately thereafter I see my net time is even three seconds less.  Sweet!
Done!  Crossing the finishing line,
and reconciling the clock to my watch


Final result:  2:47:57!  18th out of 2,269 overall.  1st of 86 in my age group.  4th master overall.  Results here.

I earned this one!

I am ecstatic!  Over the moon, as the British might say.  I exceeded all my expectations here.  If I die tomorrow, I will die a 2:47 marathoner.  At age 58.  And you can put that in my obituary.
2:47:57!  A very good and very happy day for me!