Sunday, September 27, 2009

2009 Applefest Half Marathon, Hollis, NH


13.1 mile, Half Marathon
1:36:09 7:21 Pace
September 26, 2009
Hollis, NH

Nothing like Autumn in New England for a long race through a small town. This half took a route through the rolling hills of Hollis. I say rolling, only because a ball would roll down the hill. The last two hills at mile 9 and mile 12 were a bit more than rolling.

I was planning to run this as a pacing run, to lock in my marathon pace. I was definitely on for the first 8 or so, and 10 and 11 felt good. I was running comfortable 7:10 to 7:15, rolling hills up and down included. The last two hills, though, I thought I was moving, but they just took a lot more out of me than I expected. The area I usually train...as in for miles in every direction...has no hills. Completely flat, railbed paths and coastlines. I really need to get me some hill training.

Nevertheless, I felt good and was able to pick up the effort at the end. I need to plan a time of the year when I'm not pushing for a marathon, just to see what I can do when I truly race 13 miles.

Overall, this was a good race for me. I felt strong the whole time, and am looking forward to Tulsa in a few more weeks.

The post-race food was interesting. Probably the best apple cobbler I've had, with slices of sharp cheddar. I've heard of this before, but never actually tried it. Turns out, it's great. I'm already planning my Thanksgiving dessert.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Last Boston Run


Last night may have been my last run around the Charles River. For the past 15 years, I have run every inch of the paths on the Boston and Cambridge sides of the water, from the Museum of Science to Watertown Center. I've mixed distances by running bridges, raced and trained, seen unbelievable sunrises and sunsets, watched the seasons come and go, and enjoyed the view every time.

As I'm finally moving out of town to another job, I'm saying goodbye to the place that has been my home for so many years. While I moved apartments seven times, the river has always been the same familiar place.

Goodbye Chuck.